I stepped into my home, and the sitter was waiting. Her hair was down, shoulder-length, and she wore her t-shirt loose. That garment was two sizes too large, and still her huge, teenaged tits stretched the fabric taut. She let me know my boy had been good, had eaten all his dinner, and was now slumbering peacefully. He was a fat lump, an obese pig of a boy, but he was mine and I adored him. I asked if she'd given him his gallon of ice cream for dessert, and she said he had.
	That was good. I was pleased. I also was hot as fuck, and my wife wouldn't be home tonight. While the sitter prepared to go home I asked her to wait a moment. Stepped into the kitchen, got on the phone. Called her folks. Wife wouldnt' be home, and their girl had agreed to stay the night to help out. They were understanding. Naive fools. I hung up, and she was in the kitchen doorway now, confused. Except I could see in her eyes that she knew exactly what was about to happen.
	I kissed her the way I intended to take her - forceful, my terms; tongue down her throat and a hand violently fondling a swollen breast. She cried out in my mouth, tried to pull away - she was so weak. Pushed her against the wall, continued kissing my newly acquired bitch. She tried pushing at my chest, but I'm a fucking monster of a muscled stud - I was getting my way whether she wanted it or not.
	I moved her up the stairs and into my boy's room - he had the finest, softest king sized bed, my fat little prince. I shoved her onto it, next to him. He woke, groggy and confused. Let the boy watch his old man claim his young prize. A boy should know these things.
	Her sweatpants slid down with zero effort, an odd clothing choice for somebody who apparently didn't want to be fucked, and her pink panties, soft and delicate, were torn down to her ankles in a second. I was out and throbbing, thirteen inches of soda-can thick cock, and the tapered tip tore into her tight, virgin cunt. She screamed, sobbing, begging me to stop. I weighed my options - take her slow and gentle, and leave her swooning and begging for more by the time I was done. Or... or, I could take her fast and hard and cum like a fucking fountain.
	So I rammed it tip to hilt in one brutal thrust, and pounded into her brusing hips like a fucking breeding stallion. She tried screaming, but her heaving breaths made it a seesaw-shriek. Her tits shook and wobbled at my assault, my brutal breeding, and I could see her belly streeeeetch around my humongous bear cock. 
	I took a swollen, erect nipple into my mouth, sucked HARD at that tender flesh. Heard her squeal. It was fucking sublime. When I let her slip from my lips with a wet smack, I looked into her wide, fearful eyes, streaked with mascara. Her hair and lupine ears were splayed out on the matress around her head. She heaved a breath, pleaded in a shaking and horrified voice. Begged me to take it out, just take it out, it's too big. I told her no, and fucked her even harder. Sprayed what felt like a full quart of precum into her skintight cunny.
	I told her how good I was gonna knock her up, told her she'd better be as good to our kid as she was to my fat boy - who watched on, concerned but wise enough to know that he was permitted to witness, but not to interfere. Daddy was in his zone, on a roll, and wasn't going to stop for anything. So I came like a firehose, filled her up and then some, and even after I was drained I shot dry for several minutes. The teenaged tease was finally mine.
	We slept in my bed, she wrapped in my arms, a tight and unbreakable embrace. In the morning she made the three of us breakfast, and then she tried to leave. I fucked her again on the living room couch, bred her relentlessly, harder and harder, more brutal than the night before. Her bruises were deeper, but maybe now she'd keep in mind that when I make a decision, it's final. Called her parents, sorry but could she stay one more night? They agreed. I fucked their daughter again, because such fools deserved to be mocked. 
	I fucked her again that night, in my own bed. Slow and gentle this time, with so much lube we were soaked in it. Kissed the nape of her neck tenderly, crooned into her ear. She knew it now, comprehension had settled. No last-minute pharmacy trip would save her from this. And now she also knew how good I could be to a bitch who did as she was told, took it like she ought to. Except she wouldn't stop crying, even after I asked nicely. So I finished off by laying atop her, my entire weight, and bred my bitch so hard my bed bounced in its frame.
	Because if my bitch won't play nice, I'll take what I fucking want anyway.

	The wife got home the next afternoon, while I was butt-naked and plowing my new girl on the back patio. She sat on a wicker chair next to us, the girl unbelieving as her cries and pleas went completely ignored. Sipped a margarita and told me about her weekend while I huffed and puffed and piledrived the teenaged rabbit's front porch in. When I was good and finished, the wife was a good sport and drove the girl home.
	She still came to sit for my boy after that, which I appreciated after how barbaric I'd been in taking her. Of course, I played with her tits and plowed her every chance I could. Even in the examination room when the doctor was out - our boys were growing up big and strong inside her, so I didn't have to worry about her being a good mother. Knew she would be from the start, had birthing hips for days. Fucked her good as the doctor was prepping to leave, too, which startled him good, but she was mine and I'd have her when I pleased.
	I was so excited. She grew plump and swollen and kept on growing for months, a huge broodmother for our octuplet cubs. She was so quiet all the time, except for when she sang good and proper whenever I bred her. The wife was accepting enough. Think she was relieved that my attention was elsewhere. Probably why she'd insisted on a sitter in the first place, she'd picked the girl all on her own. But they'd both be busy enough when the girl birthed my boys. Busy raising 'em and making more, haha.