What’s Good For The Goose

Tilly's Bull Breeds Her

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None of this ever happened. All characters are over 18. Think of it as a grimm fairytale.

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This story is in response to readers of "Tilly and her Bull" who're eager to learn about Tilly's breeding. It's the story of how her Bull--that's me--bred her, double and more. I hope you enjoy it as much as I and she did, and continue doing.

Read it standalone, or together with "Tilly and her Bull".

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Her birthday is coming soon and I'm looking forward to it. My first child, my first daughter, my Pearl, finally coming of age. We'll really enjoy celebrating with her, me and Tilly and Tim. Our happy family. Our unusual, but happy family.

Tim will video it, like all our special occasions, his flying right hand sticky, his left holding the camera steady. Over the years he's gotten good at working the camera one-handed.

I remember waking up with the idea nineteen years ago. I was excited, yet calm and ready as I had always been, ever since I was a kid. I was a big kid, destined to grow into a big man, well developed, confident beyond my years, strong beyond appearances. Somehow people always knew I could take care of business, and they always deferred, submitted and followed orders. The idea came overnight, fully formed, and I knew exactly how I'd make it work through the decades, how I'd get what I wanted, and Tilly and Tim would get what they each craved.

They had only just gotten married and were still virgins when they invited me to run the family, though they didn't yet understand what they were asking for or wanting, what they were searching for. But I understood what they needed and how to give it to them, and get what I wanted, what was mine, just waiting for my taking.

When I saw Tim that morning, the first thing I told him as I walked into their bedroom, was to take Tilly to the gynaecologist after breakfast and get her IUD removed, then start making plans for a second job and to expand the house. He was going to be working harder than he ever imagined when he asked for my help with Tilly a few weeks earlier. That's when, as newly-weds, they moved next door, sniffed me out, and quietly hired me to be their Bull. Tim knew he could never give Tilly what she needed, but I could and would.

Fucking hell, they didn't give themselves to me, they offered to pay me to bull-cock her and bull-cuck him, to fucking take what I wanted. She had needs, and him too. They'd both suck cock and be my bitch and cuck. I was happy to oblige, and they decided they owed me and I owned them, not the other way around.

I always knew I was destined to be a bull, ever since my voice broke and the first day I wanked. I felt it in my bones, in my big, tall, heavy muscular footballer's muscles and frame, and my long girthy always half-erect and ready cock. Some of us have it, some don't, and I've always had it. Tim and Tilly were my first submissives.

I soon got into the rhythm of taking what I wanted, when and how I wanted. I had a master key to their house and would pad across our adjoining yards at any time day or night, let myself in the back door, and leave a load in her without a by-your-leave. I had my favourite places, but also a few extra special leches. One was to take her in their bed, where Tim would have to move over to make room for me, or maybe go off and wank on a chair in the corner--or on the living room floor where I could watch Tim watching me fuck Tilly while his football game played on the telly--or fuck Tilly bent over the kitchen sink staring through the back window to my house, where she could see my wife and kids casually watching us. Tim would watch, and sometimes video us when I told him to.

Tim's job was to provide everything Tilly needed, video me Bull-cocking her--he learned to do it one-handed--and clean up after I'd finished with her. He's a young bloke, a bit of a sissy, and he paid me regularly for my service and the pleasure I took with his woman. He didn't have the dominance, size, force, cock or gonads to treat her like she needed, so he served me while I serviced her.

That morning, two months in, I woke knowing exactly what I was going to do. I rolled out of bed where my wife lay curled in her usual foetal position with an arse full of cum from my midnight fuck. She pretended to sleep but I knew she secretly watched as I headed next door with my morning erection and full heavy scrotum load, slowly wanking my shaft in preparation. The kids were watching cartoons in the living room as I went through and padded across the lawn, and up to Tilly and Tim's bedroom.

I shook Tim awake, and, without preamble, told him to get her IUD taken out that day, and get ready to support the kids I was going to fuck into his wife. He tried arguing, but couldn't speak coherently, what with his flying right hand and the camera in his left. I hadn't dilly-dallied that morning, I was so horny I had already flipped Tilly over where she lay beside Tim and was up her before she fully woke up. In any case Tim soon acquiesced when I told him it wasn't up to him, it was his job to support me and Tilly and the new flesh I was going to fuck into her. And that when I came inside her, against her cervix, hard.

The time had come to breed Tilly.

At first they both bitched and bucked and mutinied, and told themselves and me it was not right, and not what they agreed to. It may not have been, but it was right for me, and was what I wanted, and they'd do as I say. I had to remind them of my Bull power a few times before they got onside, and they had a few bruises and lasting memories of non-consensual fucking. My footballer physique came in useful, they got their jollies, and they agreed I'm the boss.

Her shame and his humiliation never went away, but their lust and desire always won the day, along with a need to obey and craving to be taken. They found they cannot live without a Bull's domination. I reminded them which side their bread is buttered on and who does the buttering.

Ironically, I had to stop talking for a few minutes when I gave Tim his instructions that morning, because I was busy pumping Tilly as I spoke, and my balls chose that moment to boil over, lift high and tight and close against my cock-shaft, two plums on a cock root, and spew their seed into my--not his, not their, not our--into my Tilly's cunt. When Tim saw my orgasm face and how she was responding, he knew my shaft, at that very instant, was swollen and pulsing and spurting semen against her cervix, and how it had triggered her orgasm, and I was filling her belly with Bull seed, and that thought triggered his own orgasm.

While I fucked rope after rope of Bull seed into her, he spurted a spasmodic series of a few beautifully low fitful arcs of insipid lifeless cuck semen. It landed on the camera and carpet behind me. "Cleanup in aisle five. Get it clean!", I snapped at him over my shoulder.

The good little cuck that he was, and still is, never stopped videoing with his steady left hand while he wanked and shot his little load with his sticky right hand. He had the video file edited, saved, indexed and backed up on my server before lunch. I've always liked having his whiny respectful agreement to the orders I gave him that day recorded on camera, including the part where I told him to repeat them back to me while he watched me spreading Tilly's legs and getting up into her. It's now a family heirloom.

"Yes, clean it up like a good little cucky!", Tilly said to him, half asleep as I resumed long stroking her, and she grunted to each thrust.

So that's how I got the ball rolling and my balls boiling that day, the day I decided to breed Tilly.

She didn't know what she was in for until her cucky Tim took her to the gyno after breakfast and put her feet in the stirrups. And it was only when the gyno nurse showed her the IUD in a glass jar that it fully dawned what I was planning. That IUD has remained in it's glass jar next to our cuckolding bed to this day, and will be there for the rest of her life. A lovely keepsake, a reminder to her, and our kids and grandkids, and to cucky, to mind their role and place in the family, and always keep obedient and sweet with Bull-daddy.

After I pumped my load into her that morning, I padded back across the lawn to wifey and the kids, leaving Tim to clean up and get busy like I ordered. Within a week Tilly's IUD was pulled out of her uterus and displayed in its glass jar, cucky had lined up a second job, and he'd started plans for a few extra bedrooms and more income for the house.

Within a month my nymph Tilly was ovulating and humping up under me more enthusiastically than ever before. Her body knew it wanted a good load of potent Bull semen, even if her little mushy eighteen year old brain thought she was too young. I'm her Bull, so of course I knew what was going on. She was the perfect age to breed. Young, pliable and soft--except when she was rigid and trembling on my cock in the throes of one of her lovely full body orgasms--and her slight body was going to swell beautifully with a pregnant belly the size of a watermelon, big fat pendulous tits, leaking milk whenever I shafted her, and in nine months she'd burst her waters and drop my daughter. Her body knew all this, even as her mind resisted, and that's why she took my cock so eagerly.

I do so love a fertile, productive, naive cunt doing what she's told.

I chose a name for the first child I would breed in her. Somehow I knew she would be a girl, and I'd call her Pearl. What's more, cucky would get it all on video, from impregnation to delivery, all while using the tips of the thumb and first finger of his right hand to wank his tiny little cock. He was always a dainty little wanker, and will make a fine sissy one day. It was no skin of my prick, as long as he never tried any funny business with Tilly. He had married and supported her, but she and any kids she'd drop were all mine.

About a month after I put an end to Tilly's contraceptive, on a day I knew she was fertile again, I got her up on Tim's and her marital bed. It's was and still is a lovely bed for Bull-cocking, and I positioned her for a deep missionary breeding fuck. Her uterus had an egg waiting to make my daughter, and I had a few million sperm swirling impatiently in my balls, one of which would be a big bugger who'd tell the others to fuck off while he made the daughter I would call Pearl.

Egg and sperm were primed and ready to go.

I was on my knees between her short little folded back legs, supporting my hairy 150 kilogram 2 metre tall bulk on my hands either side of her cute little face, while she tried to get her spindly arms around my big Bull back as I loomed over her. My thick erect cock lay along her little hollow belly up past her belly button. Her egg of the month was inside that belly, and my seed and cock were ready to go.

Before I started I turned my head, looked straight into the camera in Tim's left hand, and said, in a steady, proud voice, "Good morning Pearl. Happy birthday, my little darling. Today you are eighteen, and an adult, even if you still feel like a little girl. Today the law says you are a woman, your body says your womb is ready for breeding, and between your legs your pussy gives you yummy feelings you've never known what to do with. Or maybe you did know whenever you imagined Bull-daddy fucking Mummy Tilly.

I leaned down and kissed Mummy Tilly deeply, with lots of stiff tongue, then continued.

"So settle back, my darling Pearl, and enjoy the show. I know you're on the couch, snuggled between Bull-daddy and Mummy Tilly, still in your pyjamas, their arms around you, cuddling you, and cucky Tom is filming your special birthday. Now pay attention. You're going to see Mummy and me making you nine months before you were born."

My cock found it's own practiced way into Tilly's cunt and I pushed it all the way in with a single hard thrust.

Eighteen years and nine months in the future, Pearl groaned and clutched at thin air with her tiny little hands as Bull-daddy got his hand down to her naked little hairless pussy and her thighs fell open. At the same time Mummy Tilly snaked a hand up under Pearl's pyjamas and caught a little tit, which she palmed and tweaked as she lowered her head and got her tongue into Pearl's mouth.

On the screen I had my thick shaft, as wide around as Pearl's forearm, up inside Tilly, and I started shafting her. On the couch, eighteen years in the future, Pearl was watching and moaning and being eased onto her back, with Bull-daddy's cock in her tiny soft hands, his hand parting her pussy lips for the first time ever, and Mummy Tilly working her pair of little nymphette tits.

They were getting Pearl ready to be bred on the morning of her eighteenth birthday, and she hadn't even had her pancakes yet. If my plan worked, she would be knocked up by the time she blew out the eighteen candles on those celebration breakfast pancakes.

On the screen Pearl saw me humping forcefully into Tilly, getting ready to make her a Mummy. Her knees were bent back and tucked under her armpits, her little arms and hands were stretched up and around my broad Bull shoulders. I loved how her hands failed to meet across my broad back. I was too big, and she was positioned like a little lithe frog beneath me, on her back, knees nestled in her armpits, trapped, possessed, immobile, taking my entire long thick cock shaft up inside her.

On the couch, Pearl looked at the screen in amazement, wondering how her Mummy could fit that monstrous log inside her, though even naive little Pearl knew her Mummy didn't have a say in what Bull-daddy was doing to her. And on the couch, the same monstrous log, hard and thick and long and silky-soft that was now sliding deliciously in her little hand as she lay below me, her Bull-daddy. But she wasn't thinking too clearly because Bull-daddy, in his turn, had gotten his long strong middle finger on her pearl button near her baby making hole, and middle and third finger stroking either side of her clit hood, and Mummy was sucking on her tits.

All the while, Pearl was watching the screen and starting to go stiff and rigid and hot and trembly, while cucky Tim videoed her with his left hand, and his right hand flew in a blur.

While I was long stroking Tilly, I stopped suddenly at full depth and turned her head with it's glazed eyes towards the camera, and said, "Tilly, tell my daughter what it's like to have Bull-daddy's cock inside you. She needs to hear it from you."

Tilly could barely talk, but managed to groan out a few words. "Oh...Pearl...so nice...I feel absolutely full...Bull-daddy's fat thick cock...warm and tingly...deep...and it stretches me in every direction...it hurts a lot but in a really good way...sometimes I even think he's going to tear my cunt...that's what it's called, my darling...you should use that word...Bull-daddy likes it...but I can always take him...I want him to fill me with his cock seed and make you in me."

I pulled out of Tilly so my cock head was right at her entrance, her pussy lips stretched thin around the glans, as tight as the ragged remnants a too-small condom that had burst, then thrust in hard until my cock root rammed up hard against her clit.

Tilly and the bed were shaking violently.

"Tilly," I looked down, "tell Pearl what it feels like."

"Oh...fuck...," was all she could say, as she looked deep into the camera lens, speaking and grunting between thrusts, "there's...nothing...better...in the whole...world...and you're going...to like it so much...that's why...we're making you...Bull-daddy and me...so...in...eighteen years...he can get...his long thick cock...inside you...and make a baby...in you...too."

On the couch, Mummy had stripped off Pearl's pyjamas and positioned her on her back, stark naked, her little pubes swollen more than they'd ever been in her life, and her Bull-daddy was close above her, blocking out the light.

Though she didn't have the words yet to describe what she was feeling, her soft little open body knew and understood. It was feeling possessed and claimed and safe, simultaneously controlled and out of control, both willing and unwilling, all at once.

I was on my knees, my hands either side of her head, my wide hairy chest pressing down on her little smooth torso and acorn tits, on her little hollow belly that would soon swell delightfully, first with my cock and then with my child. She had her knees drawn up and tucked into her armpits, and her short thin arms stretched up around my biceps, though she could barely reach her little hands to my back. She looked and felt like a little froggy on her back beneath me, with me over her, pressing down on her, my thick massive cock riding up along her belly with the head reaching past her belly-button to her little rib cage.

Me on top of Pearl on the couch looked just like me, eighteen years before, on top of Tilly on the bed on the screen, except I hadn't yet penetrated Pearl on the couch.

I said to her, "My lovely Pearl, you look like a little froggy, all folded up under me, ready to be a Mummy. I think I'll name the first daughter that I get out of you, Froggy, in memory of this moment. In nine months you'll give birth to a little boy or girl, who'll come out of your tummy, and I'll call it Froggy. I do hope it's a daughter. I love having daughters, like I love having you."

I turned Pearl's head to the screen, where she saw me seriously shafting her Mummy. She was so taken with the sight of Bull-daddy making her in Mummy, that she didn't feel me get my cock up into her little twat and start fucking her. Before she realised it, I was completely up inside her to the cock root, past her hymen, stretching her like she'd never been stretched, and bringing a groaning moan from her on every thrust.

It didn't take me long, either fucking Tilly on screen, or Pearl on the couch, and in the end I managed to blow my nut simultaneously in both Mummy Tilly and Daughter Pearl. I bred them both, at the same time, just eighteen years and nine months apart, making Bull history.

The next nine months were a blur. I fucked both Mummy and Pearl as they swelled with my daughters. I fucked them both doggy style, reaching my hand down and running my palm along both their swollen blue-veined pregnant bellies, and cupping their lovely fat pendulous breasts. I felt both daughter Pearl and daughter Froggy kick as my cock head thrust against their comfortable wombs where they were growing inside Tilly and Pearl. When each--Tilly, and then Pearl--when each was barely showing, I fucked them missionary, riding each low on her slight belly bump, and when they were forty weeks along, I also fucked them missionary, high on each enormous watermelon womb. I fucked them cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, and I fucked them both from behind on their sides with their upper leg held high in my large meaty hand. I could be gentle if I had too, but I never was. My lech for fucking a mother and daughter pair always got the better of me, and their lech for being fucked by their Bull and Bull-daddy always got the better of them.

For nine months Pearl had the pleasure and lech of seeing herself inside Mummy Tilly's tummy as she swelled week by week, and Bull-daddy fucked her in there. She imagined that big thick cock buffeting her while she lay curled up in her Mummy. She tried to remember what it felt like as a baby to be inside her Mummy when her Mummy had a full bodied trembler of an orgasm. She thought about Froggy inside her having the same experience as she had, her own knee-trembler, and wondered if Froggy would remember that feeling when Bull-daddy was shafting her in turn in another eighteen years. And everything was filmed and screened again and again and enjoyed and shared around. We were a happy family. Unusual but happy.