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My Tender Juicy Breasts

By: Fantasy Kiss



I have a secret fantasy fetish — breast-feeding. It's just an extension from the fact that I personally love to have my nipples sucked. An ex-lover once suggested that I would probably enjoy breast-feeding, if I decided to have kids one day. Since then it has been one of many fantasies. I decided to combine this little secret desire with another one that I have. You know the one. The result was this... 

Side note: Dedicated to Raycat. Special thanks to Longfellow for editing.

~Fantasy kiss.

The weather was perfect. It was 83 degrees that afternoon. The sun made everything appear shiny and new. This year promised to be one of the greatest years ever. I was 19 years old and planned to start college within a few weeks. I was going for my nursing degree. I always wanted to be a nurse. My mom is a nurse and my dad is a doctor. That was actually how they met. He was doing his residency at her hospital. Afterward he found a position at another hospital but they kept in touch and the rest, as they say, is history.

This particular day, it was around 1:30 in the afternoon and I was driving down Michigan Avenue after a mini-shopping spree at the mall. My car was nothing fancy. In fact it wasn't fancy at all. A Geo. Nuff said. I knew nothing about him, other than the fact that he was unbelievably cute. He pulled up in a truck. His attire screamed mechanic, lower middle class worker probably on his way to his next job. He also was very cute.

He pulled up beside me and gunned his engine. That was how he caught my attention. It was his smile that held it. Blue. He wore blue. A dark blue shirt with the sleeves cut off (straight out of the eighties), and denim pants. Most importantly he had muskles. That's right: muskles. Not the bulging kind that said he spent countless hours in the gym, but rather the kind you knew he got through hard labor. His arms were tight and lean and his hands on the steering wheel looked rough and dirty. He was so my type. The type I could never bring home to daddy. The type that I decided I had to stay away from, at least for a little while, until daddy calmed down. He was still a little bit upset over the whole Malik experience. Le sigh. I hope that boy is all right, wherever he is.

Smiling my regret, I pulled away without a second glance as soon as the light turned green. Spotting the nearest gas station, I pulled in and went inside to put money on the pump. When I came back, guess who was leaning a hip against the hood of my little brown car. With arms all crossed and muskles bulging, there he stood — Mr. Sexy himself. Damn, those jeans. Oh God, he filled them out just right. A girl could wrap her thighs right around…le sigh. Never mind.

I stuffed the remainder of my cash in the front part of my jeans and walked over to the car. Moving around him like he wasn't there, I opened the door, popped the gas tank and proceeded to pump my gas. When I looked at him again he was still leaning, watching me with a cocky smirk. Did I mention I love cocky? 

"What's your name?"

Ohhhh. Deep. My pussy just doesn't know how to act, boy. She was starting to act a little crazy, jumping around in my panties like she ain't never seen a fine mother fucker before with a voice that sung ‘I was made for fucking….' Okay, maybe I'm being a little dramatic, but he was sexy and I was horny. 

"Brianna."

"Pretty."

Click! The gas stopped. Five dollars didn't take you as far as it used to. I replaced the nozzle back on the cradle.

"Brianna?"

I sighed (I sigh a lot; have you noticed?). I didn't want to look at him or acknowledge him. I knew what he wanted. I also knew I would say yes. 

"Wanna have some fun?"

I turned and looked into those eyes. 

"What kind of fun?"

There was that smirk again. "Follow me."

I'm such a hoe. I'm a hoe with no morals and a weak pussy. I'm going to hell.

I hopped into my little Geo and followed him through a series of side streets, leading up to a subdivision of sorts — a family neighborhood. "What the fuck?"

We went a little further and finally he pulled into a small community park, a good distance from the family homes. It was a weekday so parents were at work and kids were at school. It was a low traffic area. I get it now. 

He hopped out the cab and dropped the tailgate. From the metal box he pulled out a blanket and spread it across the bed.

"Come here often?"

He looked back and smiled at me. I copped his cocky pose as I leaned my hip against my Geo, watching him work. 

"Nahhhh. You're the first."

"Uh huh."

He moved down to the edge and sat there, legs hanging. "Come here, Brianna."

I walked up to him and found my way between his legs. He kissed me and it was on. I climbed on top of him, feeling him, measuring him. I spread my thighs and rotated my hips. He was hard, solid, and eager. He watched me move. Watched my body slowly grind against his. I took a deep, slow breath, going with the moment, seeing where it led. 

He leaned back, lazy-like, resting on his elbows, looking up at me with a tilted down head. It was the best come-hither stare I've ever seen on a man. I raised my skirt and pushed aside my panty thong and began playing with my clit in front of him. I watched him watch my pussy as I manipulated it for my pleasure. The moisture began to slowly flow and I knew what he saw, because I felt it coat my fingers as it coated my pussy lips, my hair and my tiny little bud. Just when the flow began to slide down my fingers like syrup and onto my panties, I caught the drops and pushed them back home where they came from. I dipped in my puss with three fingers and rubbed my juices into my pink, wet skin. 

He reached over and pushed two of his own fingers in between mine, inside my pussy and together we rubbed and rubbed, until I got very close to letting go. I rocked against the pleasure. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, exploring the feeling. After a minute, he reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt. A smooth, hairless, muscled chest came into view as well as the shiny glint of metal — a nipple ring piercing his hard, dark nub. He reached up and gripped my face and pulled me to his chest. My tongue wrapped around the loop. I traced it, moving back and forth over it. I caught it in my teeth and gently pulled. He moaned at the action. He gripped the back of my head and pulled me upward.

Our lips met in an all-consuming kiss. Before long our positions were reversed and he was on top. As I leaned back, supporting myself on my elbows, he straddled my hips, kneeling over me. Breaking our kiss, he stood up and reached down and unzipped his dirty jeans. He pushed his pants and underwear to mid-thigh, which was as far down as they could go with such a wide open-leg stance. Then he reached in a pocket and pulled out his wallet. A square foil wrapper came out of it, but I barely saw it; what I saw was him, poking out at me. His cock was short, but thick and dripping juice. Unable to resist, my tongue shot out and caught a drop before it landed somewhere on my thigh. I followed the path of that drop to the pulsing cock that it came from and licked my way down its veiny sides. He worked the condom on his cock despite my interfering tongue. 

"Turn around. Get on your knees." 

I obeyed. Within seconds his cock pierced my tight pussy and he started to fuck me. My pussy protested at first, making movement hard for him. It's been so long since she had any attention, but within a few strokes he paused and pulled out. Instead smaller digits entered my body, spreading me slowly with each stroke, pooling liquid onto his fingers. I heard him groan behind me at the sight. 

"I need to be fucked so bad," I whispered. "It's been so long. Don't worry. You'll fit. I'll make you fit. I just can't wait. Please?"

Within seconds a wider, round tip filled me again. My breathing stopped as he slid in, much easier this time. This burning tip plunged into me, bringing fire in its wake. I felt myself pushing back, trying to force him to penetrate me more, but he held my hips and prevented me from taking way his control. 

"Damn, you're tight," he said as he pushed harder. My body jerked forward with the motion and my nipples tightened to the point of pain. I spread my legs wider, trying to make room and bore down. It wasn't the length. It was the girth. It was driving me crazy. I felt my puss pulse around it. My heartbeat danced to a different rhythm by means of my pussy walls. I wiggled again, trying to pull him in deeper. Finally giving in, he plunged inside until his hipbone bounced against my ass. My pussy instantly contracted. Sensation after sensation poured through my body with that tightening. I moaned from the sweet agony, a horrific bliss. 

"Make me scream," I begged. "Fuck the shit out of me and show me no mercy. I need it. I need it hard and I need it rough. Fuck me baby, please. Fuck me."

He reached over and grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it back as his cock plunged inside me, again and again slamming against my flesh. Over and over, fucking my hungry little hole raw. I didn't know it at the time, but my ass was quickly turning a dark red where his pelvic bone beat into it repetitively. I jerked and pushed against him, increasing the pain, loving the pleasure as my hungry pussy sucked on his hard flesh, eating it alive as he raped it with such force. My pussy began to contract so tightly, it became a struggle for him to pull out and push back in, but he managed. Over and over he slammed into my body. I was jerked back and forth as he pulled on my head. His hand in my hair pulled me back, but his cock pushed me forward, causing my back to arch unnaturally as each fuck brought me closer and closer to my never ending goal. 

"You're killing me," I cried. "I fucking love it!"

I needed it so much and he delivered. I felt it happening — the cumming. It was in me. It was building and he was taking me there with each and every plunge inside my red, aching hole. I began to lose all feeling in my head and my neck and my ass. All I felt was my burning pussy as I spun out of control, as I nutted in a climax so strong and so long I had no breath left for the silent scream that burst through my body. Euphoria flowed over me. The world ceased to exist. 

I sank down onto the truck bed, head first as I had no energy to hold myself up, but he didn't stop. He continued to fuck me, faster and faster and harder than ever. I cushioned my face in my arms and took the harsh brutal pounding he gave me. I could no longer feel a thing. He pushed and pushed until I fell completely from my knees and onto my stomach. He fucked me from behind as I laid flat. My thighs weren't as opened as before and the fuck became even tighter. I swore at some point he was fucking the skin off from my pussy. My body had locked down and was completely numb. After what seem like forever, I heard him gasp above me and give a half-hearted bellow as he nutted his seed deep inside my pussy. His body jerked uncontrollably with the expulsion and he pushed into me, pounding me into the floor of the truck bed. 

I felt him fall on top of me, exhausted. His body nailed me onto the hard surface. His thick breathing surrounded me for minutes on end, until finally, he rolled off me onto his back. For a long moment there was silence. The heat of the sun warmed my exposed flesh. Just as I was about to lose myself in the deepness of sleep I heard his voice. 

"Oh shit!"

"What? What is it?" I turned to face him, though I didn't open my eyes.

"Nothing." I heard the snap of the condom as he pulled off the rubber. I opened my eyes just as he flung it somewhere over his shoulder.

"Is something wrong?" 

"Nah. It's cool. Don't worry about it. I'm sure it's nothing. Come here…"

He reached out and pulled me close and kissed me — a tender kiss. I was surprised. It was actually…nice.

"That was fun… maybe we can do this again."

I smiled. I knew from a guy like him that was a great compliment.

"I'll let you know after my nap, but then again if you can guarantee to give me an exact repeat performance I can guarantee a yes."

***** 


The door slammed behind me with force. The springs were coiled too tight and dad had yet to fix it. Not that he was much of a handyman to begin with, but he did pretty well, considering. Mom feared that one day all that slamming would jar the window in the frame, forcing it to break, making the problem worse and more expensive to solve. Her theory was not unfounded. 

I walked into the kitchen and there was mom, browsing the paper for coupons. She was a wiz at that sort of stuff, saving us hundreds of dollars a year with her little shopping habit. I leaned over and kissed her. I love my mother, very much. She has been the greatest mother. I have a relationship with her that I knew many of my friends didn't have with their mothers.

We were friends, very close friends. You would think that closeness would be reason enough for me to stop from doing the things I do with her husband when she is unaware. I am abusing her trust, I know, yet I do it anyway. I do it because I like what I do at night with her husband, when no one else is around. I like the badness of it. No man affects me the way he does. No man has ever made me nearly pass out from the pleasure of his touch, his very presence. No man is like my daddy. 

I reached into the refrigerator and pulled out the orange juice. Reaching for a glass I filled it. He's my father — flesh and blood — and I do love him as deeply as I desire him. If you knew our history you might find yourself angry on my behalf. Our relationship started way earlier than it should have, if at all. It was seduction. That is what it was, a seduction. Who seduced whom, I can't really tell you. Who was the true aggressor of the relationship? I can't tell you that either, but I do know that I am no longer a child with the label of innocence being my excuse. 

Yet, in a lot of ways, it still was innocence. After tightening the lid I put the juice back in the fridge. With as many lines we have crossed, as many boundaries we have repositioned, we have yet to make love. Well, we have never had sexual intercourse. I wasn't sure we ever would. Sometimes I think that is part of the magic between us, the knowledge that we are so close — so close — that all it would take is a little slip, a slight slide and then it would finally end. He would be inside me and we would finally do the unthinkable. We'd finally step over the edge. But we never do. No matter how much it hurts, and no matter how much we want we still keep the control. We never make the final step.

I stopped by the hall desk and looked at the mail left on its top. Credit card bills. Car insurance. The usual. No one writes letters anymore. So what if all my friends live within 5 miles of me? Still, would it hurt to pick up a pen sometime rather than a phone?

I entered my room and removed my coat. I flinched in surprise. I'm a little sore from my encounter. I feel the moisture accumulated between my legs, the trapped pussy juice. Stripping, I head for my private bathroom and turn on the shower. Hot. Good for the muscles. I greet my reflection in the mirror. Damn. I'm a mess. It's a good thing my mother never took her eyes off the coupons in the paper. If she had she would have surely known…. It was so obvious. I had sex all over me. 

Reaching over, I tested the water. Perfect. Turning toward the door I grabbed the shower cap on the hook on the back and shoved my hair underneath. Oh god. My puss. It has been a while since I've been fucked like that. Turning, I lifted my leg to enter the shower and I felt the stickiness glide down my legs. There was more moisture than usual, so I looked down.

I looked down.

"Oh shit!"

"What? What is it?" I turned to face him, though I didn't open my eyes.

"Nothing." I heard the snap of the condom as he pulled the rubber off. I opened my eyes just as he flung it somewhere over his shoulder.

"Is something wrong?" 

"Nah. It's cool. Don't worry about it. I'm sure it's nothing. Come here…"

He reached out and pulled me close and kissed me — a tender kiss. I was surprised. It was actually…nice.

"That was fun… maybe we can do this again."

There! There, on my thigh! Juice — sticky juice, sticky MILKY juice — was trailing down my leg. My juice isn't milky. My juice is clear! The condom broke. The condom broke and the motherfucker never even told me!

Oh my god. Oh my god. I need to relax. I need to remain calm. It may not mean anything. It's too early to tell. It may not mean anything. I climbed into the shower and let the water wash away the evidence of my guilty pleasure. I'm not even on the pill. I know, I know. How could I not be on the pill, a girl my age? I just…never got around to it. My doctor inquired but I never made the appointment. It didn't seem important. I always use condoms. Always. I never had one break. 

Let me see. My last period was…one…two…two…weeks ago. Shit. Well. That still may not mean anything. I'm irregular. It's not an exact science. I'll not worry until I have to. Instead I think of more pleasing things… I think of…him. My father. My daddy. My…lover?

My relationship with my father has always been ‘different,' for lack of a better term. We have always been extraordinarily close. I'm not going to lie, our relationship has sexual undertones, and I admit it. But I didn't always admit it, and there was actually a time when I could honestly say I didn't know it. To be that innocent again. My father is what you might call a breast man. Our relationship was actually the normal type of father daughter relationship, that is until I began to change and that change became directly proportional to the change in our relationship. That change is referred to as puberty. 

I got my first period around eleven and about two years later I began to develop breasts. My father noticed instantly and made a comment to my mother that I would need a training bra. The very next day mom took me shopping. At that time, his attention was very limited. His behavior was limited to stares and a comment on the fit of a shirt. The looks weren't perverted or anything. They were often very brief and barely noticeable, at least in the beginning. 

As time went on, my breasts grew, as did the attention my father paid to them. Subtle stares at first, like I said. He and I were actually close despite the fact that he worked late, sometimes not coming home until after ten. After coming home, he would come in my room. Around that time I would be finishing up my homework or preparing my clothes and such for the next day. Sometimes he would sit at my desk and we would talk about our days. This was the time he found out what was going on in my life. We rarely had time in the mornings and weekends were rare, too, because of his schedule, but the evening — the evenings were ours.

Over the next three years, I was more than a little aware that my father's obsession with my breasts was not normal. I was also at that age when I became more aware of my body and the power it provided me. It was a time of sexual awareness and awakening. Boys were intriguing, but they were still boys, inexperienced and just as lost as I was, but my father, his stares were different. His stares held knowledge and with that knowledge I found myself wanting…aroused. I began to love his attention, so much so I began to seek it, welcome it, draw it to me and I would do so in my room, during ‘our time.' It would be in the clothing, sometimes the lack of. Nothing too elaborate. I wore thin tops, tops that vividly showed the outline of my curves.

"How was your day, baby girl? Did you do well on that social studies exam?"

"I think so." I picked up my pink sweater from the bed and placed it on a hanger. Moving to the closet, I found a spot for it and gathered more hangers for the rest of the clothes on the bed.


My Tender Juicy Breasts



"I mean, I feel like I answered most of the questions correctly. I should get a B at least."

"That's good." He picked up the giant troll sitting at the corner of my desk. Flashy, I called him. He was your standard ugly troll with fiery red hair that stuck right up into the air like Don King's famous do. Daddy bought him for me two years ago when I was on a troll fetish like most of the kids in my school. I outgrew the fetish but I still loved Flashy. I often used him to store my bracelets and such around his neck.

"You did laundry today, I see."

"Yes. I should be finished here soon."

"No, it's okay. I don't mind. I can be patient."

I said nothing, but continued placing clothing on hangers. I didn't know what to say. He rarely admitted that what we did was done simply for his enjoyment.

"What ever happened with that boy?"

"What boy?"

"The one you had a crush on. What was his name? Patrick?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm so over him. He's into Charice Summers, anyway. There is actually this new guy and school that I think is kinda cute."

"New guy?"

"Yeah, he transferred here. I think his parents moved from California. His name is Chris. We have math together and he is soooooo smart." 

"Hmmm." He set the troll back on the desk and interlaced his fingers as he watched me move — as he watched my breasts. I knew he was looking and I felt my tips tighten. I felt them become hard, and as they tighten, they became very visible. I wore no bra. I never wore a bra in these tops. I know he saw them harden. He knew.

"What?"

"I don't think I like the way you move from liking one boy to liking another just like that." He snapped his fingers.

"Oh, Daddy. Please. Nothing is going to happen. You say that now, but you'll probably still be upset if I fell for only one boy and didn't lose interest quickly. Then my feelings would be a bit more real." I hung up the last of my clothes. I wore a small, powder blue, spaghetti strap top and panties. The panties were boy shorts; they curved around my hips, molding my body, meeting the end of my top. On occasion as I moved a space would open up between the two fabrics and my belly button would peak out. "But you know that will never happened, right? No one can ever replace you." I smiled at him then.

"True. I couldn't stand the idea of my little girl liking some boy and never having time for me."

"Daddy." I moved to where he sat. His thighs spread and the bulge in his pants was more than obvious. He stopped trying to hide it a year ago. I wrapped my arms around his neck. His fingers unlocked and found the slenderness of my waist. He pulled me close and buried his face between my breasts. I have already reached my fullest size, a 36D. We said nothing. I just combed my fingers through his hair as he rubbed his face in the valley between my breasts, inhaling my scent. Then slowly he moved his head back and forth across my breasts, his whole face pressing into my curves. Occasionally his mouth would open and I would feel the heat of his breath through the fabric.

I was so wet. My pussy burned with the pain. My heart was beating out of control. I closed my eyes and held on to his head and let him do as he pleased. His lips encircled my nipple, not moving, just resting around the nub enclosed in cotton. I felt the constant pressure of his lips around my nipple, waiting, waiting for his next move. But there was no next move. Instead he rested. He pressed his face into my breast breathing his hot breath on my nipple, making it hard and achy. Sometimes, in moments like these when he was touching me, yet…not, I thought I was on the edge of nutting. I was so close. I was so turned on, waiting, writhing and wanting.

I wanted to cry out and beg, ‘please daddy, please suck my nipple, play with it, suck it, suck it daddy, pull my top off and suck them.' But I never did say those words. I never had the courage. I was afraid of what would happen if I did say those words. Instead I stood there with his lips wrapped around my breast, my nipple. He would hold me close, moving to one breast then the other, back and forth until they were overly sensitive from the contact of his face and cotton of my top. Then after a few minutes of doing this he would push me back and stand. This usually meant he would leave now. But before he would go, he would stare into my eyes.

"You know I love you, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy. I love you too."

"You know I could never hurt you, don't you?"

"Yes, Daddy."

It was always the same. Then he would lean down and kiss me. His mouth would cover mine. It was a closed mouth kiss but his lips engulfed mine completely. My pussy would scream at this point. But I said nothing. And after that quick good night kiss he would leave me. 

Other times, it would be different. Sometimes he would come in my room and we would only talk. Other times, not too long after my monthly flow ended and he would run a series of ‘tests' to check my body's healthiness. The first test would be a breast examination, through my top, checking for lumps or abnormalities. It was the same here too. I would be in my top and panties. He would sit me on his lap, facing him. My thighs would be spread, stretched out on either side of his as he sat in the chair. His dick would be between us. My wet panty-covered puss would sometimes rest against his hard pants-covered cock, but not always. The examination started off a lot like they tell you it should, he started on the outside of my curve and pressed firmly in slow circles moving along my breast, feeling for lumps, moving toward my nipple. At first I really do believe the examinations were true ones. But once he knew for sure they were fine, his touch would change.

His hands would enclose my whole breasts, one in each and then he would lift them and squeeze, almost to the point of pain. He didn't always squeeze with such force; he used to be much more gentle, but he and I both soon learned I responded more when he examined them more aggressively, squeezing and stroking them.

And my nipples. This was the time I loved the most. This was the time he really paid attention to my nipples. He would put them between his fingers and squeeze them, trap them, work them and twist and turn them. I loved it. It drove me crazy. I would close my eyes and lean back as far as I comfortably could and thrust them out to him so he could play and squeeze and stroke my whole breasts and I loved it. Sometimes he would also sink his face to my chest and rub his face against them, wrapping his lips around my nipples without closing them around it, but sometimes he would leave his fingers there and it would be like he was tonguing them, almost. His hot breath would be there and his fingers would be squeezing them and I would move, I would rock, slow gentle rocking, just enough to get my juices flowing as the cotton of my panties rubbed against my clit.

Once a month would be the only time this would happen. The only time he would manipulate my breasts with such force and the only time he would let me move against him. Once a month and no more. After a while he would stop touching me, touching my breasts and move on to the other examination, the test that made it almost mandatory that I become wet. This test, just like the breasts examination, was based on pure bullshit, only more so. This test required him to taste my pussy juice. He said the taste of the pussy juice told him whether or not my pussy and my feminine organs were developing properly, so this test was very important. 

Ironically, the test once did properly detect the beginning of something. He said it tasted extra tangy than usual, so the next day he took me to an OB/GYN and we learned I was at the beginning stage of a mild yeast infection. I assumed it was because my panties sometimes pressed up against me too high. After a few days I was fine and I passed next month's test. 

The test was very simple. I would stay on his lap, like I did for the breast exam, but he would turn us toward the desk so my body would be trapped between it and him. My legs would remain spread but I would bring them up to rest on the arms of his chair. This position would have left me fully opened and exposed to him if it weren't for my panties — soaking wet panties. 

"You know what to do."

Taking a deep breath I would slip a hand into my panties and would begin playing with my clit, to bring forward more moisture. He would just lean back in his chair and watch as my hands moved under the cotton fabric, up and down. With him staring hard it was almost as if he could see right through the cloth. He could see my fingers wrapped around my hard little button. He would watch and I would watch him watch me. He would never meet my eyes during this time. Only at the very end. He would sit back, sometimes gripping the chair as he focused on the movement beneath my panties. And it would build, the lust in my body, as my daddy would watch me play with my pussy right before him. 

And as it built, I couldn't help it, the noises would come. Not just the squishy wet noise of my flesh rubbing against one another, but the noises from my mouth that I couldn't control.

"Oh Daddy. It feels so good. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Daddy. Oh Daddy."

My breathing was the hardest thing to control. I needed air. Oxygen was sparse. He did nothing, he said nothing, he just watched, breathing out of control himself as I moved my hips, humping my hand, humping the air as the feelings built, as the cum rose through my body. Sometimes, only sometimes, he would let go of the chair and touch me when I was having particular trouble finding my way over the edge. His hand would find my button through the fabric of my panties and squeeze the little bud until I lost all control. And you see I had to cum, that is where the juice came from, he said. It had to be cum juice, not just regular pussy juice. I had my very first orgasm doing this with my daddy. I started masturbating a year after my first period, but I didn't have the patience to stick with the touching until I learned what was at the end. Hell, I didn't even know there was an end, until the exams started a year later.

So I humped, performing for my daddy, providing him with pussy-cum juice so he could drink. Loving the feel of fire running through my body as he watched me. Slowly, slowly it rose, washing my body with energy and light. I lost my breath as my body tightened and my pussy pumped its juice, its nectar from my achy wet slime filled hole. 

"Daddy," I cried. The tear that rolled down my cheek was cool to my heated skin. Sometimes it was all too much. I lay there for a minute, catching my breath. Then I felt him move against me. He would move sometimes between my legs and the hardness in his pants would find my heated center and move against me, back and forth and the sensations were ten times greater than any I felt before and then I would lose myself as my world became a thing of beauty and light…. Well, maybe not light, but it felt really really good... 

I got out of the shower and went back to the bedroom to change into a tank top and some old comfy baggy pants as the memories came sailing back. They left a warm, fuzzy feeling in the middle of my chest, not to mention a few other places. I grabbed my latest Ted Dekkar novel, White, the wonderful conclusion to an amazing trilogy and quickly lost myself in the adventures of my favorite fictional hero to date. Not too long after there was a knock at the door. I looked at the clock; it was only a little after 9 p.m. Maybe dad came home early.

"Come in." 

My mother stuck her pretty head in. "Hello, baby. Leftovers are in the fridge. I'm about to head out to the Super Wal-Mart for some last minute shopping. Want to come?"

"Oh, no, it's okay. I got this book I'm dying to finish. Be careful."

"Of course. Want anything?"

"Anything chocolate." 

"All right." She laughed and away went her head. I heard the car pull out of the driveway not too long after. My mother was a Super Wal-Mart addict. Yes, she actually went grocery shopping at night and she's not alone. There were times she would drag me outside 2 o'clock in the morning and the store would be crowded with people, shopping with their toddlers in tow. Made no damn sense to me. But there were times when her little ‘time saving' habit would be very convenient to a little girl and her daddy. A few chapters later, when the story was become a tad bit boring. I heard a car pull in. I looked at the clock. Tossing the book aside I ran out the door and flew to the stairs. 

He walked through the door, placing his briefcase on a table beside the couch. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, then found a comfortable spot on the sofa and turned on the television.

I walked down stairs and stood in front of him, a little to the side. "You didn't come to say hi."

He looked up and smiled. He looked tired. 

"Hey, baby." He began undoing his tie under the white doctor coat. "I was going to. Honest. I usually come to you after your mother has went to bed, but it looks like she is out."

"Wal-Mart. Left about thirty minutes ago, give or take. Probably be gone for another forty-five or so."

"Ah. Want a beer?"

"No." 

He took a swig and sighed. Pure pleasure. I reached out and softly ruffled his hair. Dark brown curls with random streaks of gray. Reruns of Seinfeld started to play across the screen. His looked so inviting — strong, full, masculine, sexy. Giving in to the call inside my body I leaned over suddenly, like a cobra striking its target and my teeth sank into his jaw line — hard. He froze, flinched and carefully turned his face toward the pressure. My teeth skidded around his skin as he moved; losing ground by the 5 o'clock shadow that began to form. Finally he was free and he looked into my eyes, surprised; yet… there was more. 

My body began to melt. I looked back down and could see my teeth marks on his skin. I leaned in again, but he pulled back. I smiled. I laughed. I leaned in once more, slowly this time. I opened my mouth, puckered it so when I kissed him, he felt soft, wet plumpness. I kissed his chin, ran my tongue against its roughness and sucked his chin in my mouth. I practically growled from the pleasure. And he let me. He watched me, looking into my eyes as I nibbled his face. I got so excited. I was so excited and he wasn't doing anything. He was just sitting there. Sitting there, smelling so masculine, looking so sexy. Lust came from nowhere. I didn't understand it. It was as if I hadn't already been fucked today. I needed more. I needed him.

I began to moan slightly. Very slightly. You could barely hear it, but I couldn't help it. I became so horny, so fast. I reached up and I pulled my oversized shirt down, baring my breasts for him. He loved my breasts, I knew. I began to squeeze them, play with them, and mold them. I captured my nipples and began twisting. He looked down, watching me stimulate myself. As he moved his face, my lips and teeth moved along it, kissing and sucking on his cheek. Biting and eating him alive. I couldn't stop. I just wanted to devour him. I went a little crazy with it, pumping and squeezing my plump mounds. They were so soft and bountiful. The feel of my hands on my body was bringing me to a whole new level. I was turning myself on with my touch — my touch and his taste. 

"Daddy. Please…"

He reached out. His hands replaced mine and he took over, squeezing my breasts. Finding my nipples, he trapped them between his forefingers and thumbs and applied the perfect amount of pressure. I grunted as my head reared back and I closed my eyes. Sensations of lust spread throughout my body. My pussy began to flood as he tugged my nipples, stretching them away from my body. It was a delicious pain. I groaned and began lifting my hips, begging…begging… I couldn't stop the moans. His hands released his captives and moved down to my hips. He lifted me up and swung me around. My arms reached out in surprise, finding his shoulders for support. He adjusted me onto his lap. I spread my legs on either side of his. A moist tongue flickered against my tight buds. Sharp teeth added the extra edge I always seem to need. There was a strong vibration moving throughout my sensitive, plump pillows as my father moaned his pleasure at my taste, at the feel of me in his mouth. That is what he always loved, the feeling of me filling his mouth, feeding him, quenching his thirst and need for my forbidden body. 

He gripped both breasts at once, mashing them together, and pulled both nipples into his hungry hole. I nearly lost my damn mind. Both sucked at once. It drove me crazy and I felt myself needing escape. I grabbed his head and tried to push him away but he held on tight. Sucking. Sucking. Sucking. I began mewing pitiful cat-like sounds. I felt like I was being tortured with the pleasure. His sucking was so intense, his desire so strong, his cheeks clasped inward from the pressure and his jaw line ached, but I loved it and needed more. So did he apparently. He pulled my pants from my body. The fabric was like paper; my panties might as well not have been there. The movement freed the heated scent of my arousal, surrounding us with its musky sweetness. With pants gone, panties led astray, reservations burned away and thighs spread, he pulled me closer to his body and my hot cunt found the starched white shirt he wore, soaking it helplessly. My tits bounced as he quickly released them from his mouth. 

He looked over my body. His hands roamed my hot flesh, feeling every inch of my body and its softness. His hands glided with ease, due to the slight film of moisture coating me. I could only imagine what I looked like, sitting there spread across his lap, breasts pushed through the neckline of my shirt, pushed together, red and bruised from his attention. Thighs spread, moist shiny lips, gleaming oily and bright, spilling on his pants. His fingers sought that secret wet spot, finding my clit and swirled around the red brown button, causing me to jerk in rapid sensation with the intense feelings surging through my body. Turning his hand so it cupped the upper mound of my pussy, he shoved all four fingers in my cunt with no preparation. I screamed in surprise and pain as my body stretched to support him. The surprised cause my pussy to contract and squeeze, forcing his fingers together. But in the end his hands proved stronger than my pussy walls as he forced me open and the thrust of his hands sent me spiraling out of control. I jerked my hips up, harder and harder, working it so he hit that spot, that g-spot, working it, fucking it, using it to my advantage until the waves that crashed over me rocked my world into utter chaos.

I was crying deep retching sobs. It felt…I don't know what I felt. It was all too much. I needed this, oh so much. The tears began to dry on my face as I came down from my high. My head was resting on his shoulder but I had no memory of how I got into that position, but I did know I was in my daddy's arms and he was gently holding me, like he always does. He asked me if I were ready. I lifted my head slightly and then sank back down. I said yes, not knowing what I agreed to. Daddy turned me and I felt my world tilt. He put me on my back on the couch and moved over me, hunching almost. My thighs were spread again and I felt cold pussy juice travel down the crack of my ass. Then he kissed me. A tender, sexy, deep kiss that spoke of passion and love and made me feel incredibly special and wanted. I loved my daddy's lips; they were juicy and strong. I was so relaxed. I felt my soul began to drift. I think I was falling asleep when suddenly—

My eyes opened with shock and my body jerked in surprise. I gasped. He paused and looked me deep in my eyes. It was silent, completely silent. Our breaths mingled and he leaned down and gave me a soft peck on the lips. My thighs were spread wide, my daddy laid between them. His zipper was undone and the fly was wide open. I felt his public hair against my raw pussy lips. My clit was crushed flat. Deep. Deep inside my body, inside my cunt, my pussy, my twat was daddy. He was speared in deep, deep inside me for the first time ever. Ever. 




My Tender Juicy Breasts



I didn't understand. Why? Why now? He continued to give me butterfly kisses. His hand moved between our bodies and he found my clit, but as much as I wanted him, as much as I was feeling the magic of the moment I don't think I had it in me to have another nut. But he, he was so gentle as he stroked that little nub, back and forth. So gentle. No rush. No hurry. Just a slow flow of feeling. He didn't move. His body didn't move. He didn't thrust. He didn't push. He didn't withdraw. He didn't rock. He just rested inside me. He was simply there, filling me, pressing against my blood-filled lips. Around and around and around his fingers twirled their magic until I felt my body respond. A quickening filled me and with very little warning other than that my body tightened with tension and my back arching, my pussy convulsed and my thighs tightened hard. Hard. I lost my breath as I began cumming quietly and intensely around his cock. He moaned at the feeling, burying his head in the crook of my neck. I barely felt the bite that left what would later scar. 

"I need you," he said.

He moved from me then, taking the heat with him. He pulled from me. I felt…empty? He was hard and wet. He sat there on his calves with his dick poking out, waiting… I lifted myself and pulled back from him, my thighs sliding across his hairy ones. I worked my way around him, and managed to get on my knees in front of him. Then, bending low, I took his dick into my mouth. The space I was in was small so my body was pressed close. My nipples met my thighs as my ass stuck up in the air. I opened wide and took his cum-filled cock, his pussy juice-coated cock, into my mouth and sucked him. My fingers reached down and cupped his balls and gently massaged them. I stroked the hard little spot between his balls and his ass, pressing deep as my tongue whipped and lashed his shaft over and over, and over again, until his deep heartfelt groan filled my ears and his salty seed filled my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but at this point I was past exhaustion and upon releasing him I curled up in my little spot and gave into the abyss that called out my name. 

***** 


Month One - Wednesday, 9:47 am.

"Okay…. wait. One more time. 1, 2, 3…14…21…28…32.

"No that can't be right. Again. 1, 2, 3... oh god. I'm late. Damn it. I'm late."

***** 
Month Two - Monday. 12:22 pm

"Congratulations. You're going to be a mother."

"Are you sure, Dr. Washington? Perhaps it's just stress."

"No. You're about 7 weeks now."

"Oh…"

"Brianna? Is this okay news?" Concern filled his voice.

"Yeah. Yeah. I guess. I mean…. I guess."

"Do you have any questions?"

"I don't think so. I mean… no, not now."

"I tell you what. I'll give you some literature containing ‘options.' Read it over and see which choice best fits you. Okay?"

I took a deep breath. "Okay."

"Are you going to tell your parents?"

"Guess I'm going to have to."

"If you like, we can arrange a meeting. You and your parents can come to the office and you can tell them here. That way I can answer any questions they may have."

I laughed. "They are both in the medical field; what can you tell them they don't already know?"

"True, but I thought perhaps that would be easier on you."

I sighed. "Thank you, doc. It's okay. I can do it."

"Well if you change your mind…"

"I won't, but thank you."

***** 


Monday, 11:15 pm

"Mom. Dad. I need to talk to you…"

***** 


Tuesday, 1:00 am

"How the fuck did this happen, Janet? Has she lost her mind? She starts school in two weeks. How the hell is she going to go to college with a damn baby?"

"She has us."

"Us? Us? I've been a dad. I had no intension of raising another one."

"You don't mean that, Paul. You're just upset."

"The fuck I don't! How could she do this to us? How the hell could she do this to me?"

"Please lower your voice, her room is just next door. Please…"

I buried my face in the pillow. It did a really good job in muffling my sobs. Tonight didn't go well at all. My mother burst into tears and my dad just sat there in shock. He didn't say anything the entire time; he just looked at me as if I had just confessed that I committed murder. In the end, mom gained control and went through the standard questions.

"Who is the father?"

"I don't know."

"What?" Dad was standing up now. Looking like he wanted to kill me. 

"Honey! Don't. Sit down. Let me handle this." But he didn't sit. He stood and his eyes…Oh lord, his eyes…

"What do you mean you don't know, Brianna? Were you raped?"

"No… no. It wasn't anything like that… I was driving and this guy pulled up next to me and he was cute…"

"Are you telling me you had sex with a stranger? Unprotected sex? My god, have you lost your mind?"

"No. I mean yes, I mean… god. The condom broke. It broke… I didn't even realize it broke until I came home."

"How did you figure it out?"

"His sperm was on my thighs."

Silence.

"Have you been tested?"

"Yes. I'm clean."

"Oh, thank god. Thank you, God." She sat down on the couch, burying her face in her hands, praying to Jesus.

"Do you know the boy's name?"

"Just his first. We didn't exchange more information other than that."

"How could you be so careless?"

I sighed. "I know, mom. I know. But yelling at me for being stupid isn't going to help. It's done. The question is what happens next and will you help me?"

"Oh, baby, of course we will, won't we Paul?"

"Oh, I don't know. I still feel like yelling at her about how stupid she is. Brianna, you are stupid!"

"Paul! Shut up. Our daughter needs our support, not your criticism!"

Dad didn't bother answering. He left the room. I felt my heart break at that moment.

"Paul! Paul you come back here! Your daughter needs you…Paul?"

I began to cry. "Oh honey, don't worry. It'll be okay, he just needs some time. It'll be okay. We're here for you. We'll always be here for you."

"I don't give a fuck if she does hear me. She should have thought about that before she decided to play street hoe."

"Damn it, Paul, shut the hell up before I kick your ass!"

It got quieter, but I could still hear them talking. The words weren't as clear but the anger was. I wiped my face and inhaled deeply. I was tired of crying. For the first time I considered having an abortion, but I quickly dismissed it. I never believed in abortion. I believed in pro-choice and my choice was to keep my baby. I was just scared. And daddy. I had never seen daddy look at me like that before, as if he didn't know me, as if he ... hated me. 

"Oh God. Please give me the strength to survive this. Please…"


***** 


Months Three and Four

I was starting to show, which drew some attention in some of my classes. I started school about two months ago. It was decided I should begin my freshman semester. By the time I had the baby it would be over and the classes were already paid for. After I had the baby, I would skip a semester while we all figured out how to work the baby into our lives. Once settled, I would continue where I left off.

Daddy still hasn't talked to me. He won't even look at me. It's as if I'm a complete disappointment to him and I don't know why. Well, of course I knew why… I got pregnant. I just didn't know what about that has affected him the most. Did he feel I'm ruining my life? Did he just did not want the responsibility of a baby like he said? (I didn't believe that was it. I think that was just anger talking.) Was it the knowledge that he wasn't my first? Did he feel like I betrayed him by taking a lover? What? What was it?

I continued to ask myself those same questions over and over on the drive home, but I couldn't find the answers. I didn't know. Only one person did — my father. I came home and heated up the leftover chicken in the fridge. Then I went to my room and went over the day's notes, organizing them. After a while my head started to drive me crazy—a tension headache. I was so stressed. Sometime after eight my mom stuck her head in to see how I was doing.

"I'm fine. Tired, but fine."

"Did you eat?"

"Are you kidding me? That's all I've been doing."

"Okay. Well if you need anything…."

"I know. Thanks mom." She smiled again and then left. Rubbing my temples I got up and went to the bathroom medicine cabinet and pulled out some aspirin. Taking two pills, I decided to take a nap. I took off my clothes. Reaching into the nightstand, I looked for a T-shirt to wear when my profile, captured by the mirror, caught my eye. I stopped and stared. My body had changed so much. I turned sideways and witnessed the gentle protective curve of my womb, cradling something beautiful inside. Resting my hands on my stomach, I smiled down on my little one — my baby. Deciding to forgo the shirt, I sank beneath the covers. I was asleep the second after I closed my eyes.

Passion. Heat. Movement. Moans. Memories. I smelled him everywhere, surrounding me, touching me, loving me, and bringing me over… bringing me over…

I woke up in heat. My body was on fire. I missed him. I missed my daddy. A flash of lightning bathed the room. Distant thunder soon followed with little rapid tapings on the widows and the roof of the house. There was a storm outside. And as a tremor flowed through the house upon the next rumble, my body responded in kind. My pussy was burning up. I reached down and jammed my hand into my achy hole. I moaned. It felt so good, but it wasn't enough. I needed more. I needed more…

The wicked idea that formed in my head was completely irrational, but I wasn't thinking with my head. I had a habit of not doing that — not thinking with my head when I'm horny, example — pregnancy. I leaned over and pulled out the box at the bottom of my bed. Opening it, I pulled out the heavy red satin bag. The slight odor of plastic reached my nose. I opened it and pulled out my 7-inch, plastic, realistic designed cock. Getting up, I reached over and grabbed my robe from the nearby chair and put it on. Keeping a hold of my cock, I left my bedroom. There were a series of creaks along my trip, but they didn't stop me.

When I slipped inside their room it was obvious they were still asleep. The glowing red clock near the bed flashed 3:13 a.m. There was an armchair next to the far wall on my father's side of the bed, facing the bed. I walked over to it and sat. The heavy dildo sagged in my lap. I watched them sleep. They looked so relaxed and peaceful, nothing like the last few months. The tension in the house had become almost unbearable. To be honest, I'm surprised they aren't sleeping in separate rooms. Well, at least I'm not ruining their marriage. Just putting strain on it. But I'm a teenager — comes with the job description. 

I stood and bent low while gripping the arms of the chair. I moved it across the carpeted floor. Its wheels rolled easily. I got close, but not too close, and sat back down, observing the situation. Dad was a hard sleeper, especially when he was tired. Mom, on the other hand, slept like the dead. One time at work when she did the evening shift, she took a nap in the lounge. When the staff couldn't wake her up they called the doctor in. There was some speculation that she might have slipped into a coma. Just when they were preparing her for tests she woke up and scared the shit out of everybody. Mom was a very sound sleeper. Again I found myself in a situation of convenience. 

Dad was on his back. The room was warm so the covers were only half on him, bunching up around his waist. He wore an undershirt. That's all I could see. The beginning of a beard was coming in. I loved it when he had shadow. It always seemed to make him look extra sexy. It made me want to bite him, each and every time I saw it. I wish I could drink, because I wouldn't mind a glass of wine right about now. 

I leaned forward and pulled the covers further down his waist. They moved easily. His semi-hard cock came into view. No shorts. Yummy. Men got hard-ons in their sleep, like what — every 90 minutes or so, right? I had no intention of staying that long and since I didn't know if he was entering an erection stage or leaving one, I figured I could help speed things up a bit.

Sliding out the chair, I sank to my knees, not as gracefully as I would like with this extra weight but I managed. I took him in my hand, trying to apply as little pressure as possible. My body was practically humming. Leaning forward, I slowly took him into my mouth. It wasn't as smooth as I would have liked. He was dry and had a piece of lint on his cock, but the more I circled his dick with my tongue the smoother the glide became. I didn't bother to suck. It wasn't the pleasure I was after, at least not his. It was the visual. I just wanted him hard and glistening. I inhaled his scent. Hmmmmmm. I stroked his hardness, tenderly, not to awaken, but enough to arouse. I rested his dick against my face and felt it grow on my cheek and warm to my touch. I turned my head and felt his shaft press against the side of my nose, long and tall, and against my eye as I gave it sort of a hug with my face. My mouth opened involuntarily, my lips ran back and forth as my tongue occasionally tasted. 

Just the thought, just the closeness was more intoxicating than anything. I rocked back and forth on my knees, feeling the wet glide of my thighs rubbing with my pussy. I swung my hips side-to-side, rubbing my pussy against itself, thrilling at the tiny little friction it caused in my body. Dipping lower for one last taste, I pulled his cock into my mouth again, catching the salty goodness before releasing it to fall back onto his stomach — hard and shiny. Yes. Yes. Just like that. I rose and moved back toward the chair. The rain continued to pound insistently against the house. 

I unfastened my robe and let it slide to the ground. I sat down and spread my legs with the dildo resting between them. I didn't need it just yet. I reached up and covered my swollen breasts. I stroked myself, feeling the full curves. They were harder than usual, firmer. My nipples were extra sensitive. So sensitive. I gently played with them. I began to whisper in the quiet room, looking at the hard cock deliciously resting on a slightly rounded stomach.

"Oh Daddy," I began, my voice barely above a breath. "If only you knew. If only you would touch me like you used to, you would see." A slight moan escaped, as I couldn't deny the building sensation in my pussy. 

I began to lubricate. I loved my breasts. He taught me to love them, to glory in their power, but he had taken away that glory, that pride, that joy I found in them. I sighed as sadness diluted the sensual awareness rolling through my body. ‘No,' I thought, ‘don't think about that. Think about him, and that hard flesh between his legs.' So I did. I thought about how I would love to lick it again and taste it with his permission. I thought about how I would bath it in my pussy juice, my daddy's dick. My daddy made me, created me. There were times I truly believed I was designed for his pleasure and to receive his pleasure. 

As I touched myself, my bulging stomach, my thickening waist, I looked up into his handsome face and remembered. I remembered the feeling of his touch, the chaos it invoked inside of me. I remembered the naughtiness of it all and the shared secrets. I remembered displaying my body to him, just like this, and watching him harden in response. I remembered his voice turning into a deep growl when he was aroused, when he wanted to fuck me. That sexy, deep voice that made me shiver each time. I remembered…

My heart rate began to increase, thus affecting my breathing. I reached down and felt the juice between my lips. I spread my pussy open wide, dripping on the fabric of the chair.

"See me, Daddy? I'm wet for you. Here, on this chair, in your room. With you and mommy, all together. I so wish you would wake up and touch me, taste me, fuck me, here and now, right next to her, and make me cum, Daddy. I wanna ride your dick, your hard cock. I want your cum flowing from my body, spilling from me, a white, messy, sticky, gooey, juicy mess. Ohhhhhhhhh. The thought is so sexy…"

I climbed up onto the chair. The cushion provided unstable support, but I balanced. I was ready. I was finally ready. I positioned the dildo beneath me, at the opening of my lips and I felt my liquid slide down its form. I rocked against the head. I reached for my breasts again and flicked the nipples back and forth, moaning with each pass. His dick was still hard, still wet. It even began to flex in front of me, jumping slightly, growing harder, pooling liquid.

"Oh Daddy, I want you so bad. I want you inside me, fucking me, loving me, slamming against my body… ohhhhhh…" I pushed down on the dildo, but it slid away. I reached down and grabbed it, still looking at my cock, my daddy's beautiful cock that wanted to be fucked so hard, with my pussy, with my ass. "Oh Daddy will you ever fuck me? Fuck me with the baby? Will you?" I put the dildo at my hole and pushed down, using my body weight to drive me down. 

I cried out in surprise. It hurt. I was tight, so tight. It had been so long. I moved the cock around my clit, hard, spreading the lust, easing my clenched pussy muscles, relaxing them so they would find a way, then I pushed again and slowly…slowly…and slowly the head passed the first barrier, entering my pussy, knocking against my g-spot. I groaned again and stopped. It was too much. I was too hot. It was hot, hot in that room. The thunder boomed sharply, causing me to jerk in fear. The dildo slid deeper and my pussy involuntarily squeezed hard sending a crash thorough my system. I couldn't contain it, the cry, the shout that erupted past my lips and I reached up in an attempt to stop it. Both hands clasped on my mouth. My eyes widened in surprise as I looked up at my daddy's face. His eyes were still closed. Relaxing, I continued to rock, sliding the invading object higher into my body. 

In the calming music of the rain, lightning flashed now and then, but not much. The rain seemed to fall harder though, with each passing minute. I rocked the dildo, fucking it slowly, driving it deeper and deeper in my deprived cunt. Loving the ripples that tore through me. Humping it, fucking it. I loved it. I looked at his beautiful handsome face. I could hear a slight slapping, no sucking, sound as my pussy opened up more, forming a tiny gap so I could take in more, fuck it some more, fuck it, fuck it, I love saying that, fuck it…

"I want to ride that face again, Daddy. Will you ever again fuck me with your tongue? Rape me with your fingers? I miss that. I miss you molesting my body and teaching me what it can do. I missed the dirtiness of it. The badness. The beauty in the wrongness. I loved it. I loved you loving me, Daddy. Why don't you love me anymore?"

And still I rocked and when it was all the way in, I slowly began to rise, holding it down while I lifted my pussy from it, only to slide back down again, fucking myself as I looked upon his nipples and imagined biting them. I fucked my dildo and I loved it. Oh god, I was so hot. So hot in this room. My hair was sticking to my head, clinging as desperately to my skin as I was clinging to my fantasy of my father inside my body. 

Then I stopped. I stopped because it suddenly all became too much and my body began to tighten. I paused and waited as the small little climax traveled through me, a small one, but a powerful one, taking my breath. I couldn't breathe for a moment as I tried to regain control. Concentrating, I closed my once-gaping mouth and breathed harshly through my nose and closed my eyes. The sound intermingled with that of the rain. After a moment, I began to move again. I reached down and found a very, very sensitive clit. It was so hard and swollen, poking out from its hood like a third nipple; I left it alone. I began leisurely riding my cock again, imagining it was the cock in front of me, imagining I was on the bed with him riding him and fucking him, raping him, raping him in his sleep, making him cum all over me and having our fluids slide down his body and stain the bed. I wanted my daddy's cum. I wanted it so bad. I could just see its white thickness, coating my puss, rubbing in my skin. Cum juice everywhere pouring from my body.




My Tender Juicy Breasts



"Oh god," I moaned again. Closing my eyes, tilting my head back, thrusting my breasts out, I gripped the chair arms for support as I began fucking myself with my fake cock, harder and faster, riding it in my parents' room, a few feet from my daddy and his pulsing, throbbing exposed cock, begging me to suck it, wanting me to fuck it, but I couldn't. Instead, I was the one being fucked. Not him. It was my pussy filled to the max deriving pleasure as I impaled myself on the solid rubber over and over and over while chanting ‘Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, fuck me so good Daddy.' I was the one fucking, cumming, spilling juice everywhere, filling the room with my musky, sex-filled scent. It was me, all me, nutting on demand. Me. 

The lightning flashed bright and hard, bathing my body in its glow as I nutted again and again and again, over and over, one after the other, or maybe it was just one long nut, lasting forever and ever, building then dying, building and dying. I was so wet. My whole body had never been so wet as I fucked and humped and nutted, never letting up. I never stopped calling for my daddy, wanting my daddy. 

"Ahhhh ahhhh ahhhh." I moaned and still it wasn't enough I needed more. I needed my daddy. And then — I felt it. 

A hard cock slipped passed my lips and I didn't have to open my eyes to know. I knew. It was my daddy, he came back to me. I sucked him, I took him completely in my mouth and I sucked, hard. I sucked him, wanting the juice, wanting the milk, wanting to be his baby, his baby girl, sucking and fucking, humping my dildo until my pussy ached with soreness and pleasure, up and down. My hard breasts bounced and flapped with each movement. I sucked and I sucked my daddy's dick. Wanting the cum, needing his love, his juice, his seed in my mouth, in my body, flowing into me, blessing me, making me whole. ‘Oh Daddy fuck me, fuck my mouth, fuck it. Fuck it. I need it. Yes. Yes. Ohhhh yes.' I pulled him in deeper with the power of my jaw.

Up and down I fucked. Deeper and deeper I sucked. In and out he fucked. And all the while my eyes remained closed. Oh what joy! I just enjoyed the moment, riding it, expanding it, nutting in small degrees over and over and over and… It was becoming too much again. I let him go, so I could breath, but he was still there. He gripped my head, bringing me back, his cock rubbing against my lips, gently smacking it against my face. Then suddenly he sank low and I felt him lean over me, against me, messing up my fuck vibe. He spread my legs wider, and up and...

Smack!

His cock smacked against my clit and I moaned, jerking as he smacked his cock again and again against my poor achy clit. Smacking it, slapping it again and again, harder and harder… pounding, pounding, pounding until I died, I fucking died. My heart stopped. I lost thought, memories, and reason. I saw nothing. I saw light. I came so hard my body clenched in pain. Every muscle in my body locked and I fell back crying from the pain, the force. My pussy clamped so hard on the dildo I thought it merged with me. And then I vaguely heard smacking noises above me. I opened my eyes. My daddy. My daddy was beating his dick, fast and furious, harder and harder. I couldn't see anything but the blurr of his hand, and the bending of flesh that seemed straighter and harder than steel, but it bent just the same under the force of his strokes, smacking and smacking until a thick white line shot from the gaping hole and splashed on me, on my face, coating my face, my cheeks, my lips, my neck, my breasts. Juice was everywhere. Everywhere was covered with my daddy's cum. I opened my mouth and caught what I could. I reached up and smeared the excess all over my face and made myself shiny. His scent was everywhere. I absorbed it; I sucked it off my fingers. I rubbed it into my nipples, pushing it in my skin where the milk was. Grinding still, humping still the plastic toy in my cunt as I ate and licked and loved.

Daddy slowly sank onto the floor in front of me, falling back against the bottom rails of the bed, breathing heavily. Looking at me, watching me rub his bodily fluids into my body. Watching. I sank down into the chair, tired, sleepy, watching him watch me. We didn't say anything. We just looked into one another's eyes. I don't know how long we were like that. I suppose I could have looked at the clock, but…

"Get out."

I froze. I stopped breathing. Tears were coming.

"It's late. You need to go to bed. It's not good for the baby and you have class tomorrow."

I relaxed… well almost. Then after endless minutes, I pulled achy legs from beneath me. I pulled the fake cock out from my drying pussy. I winched as straining muscles disagreed with my actions. Leaning back, I pushed the chair back against the wall. Standing, I continued to look down on him on the floor. I stood there for a moment, wishing I knew the right thing to say, the right way to be, but I didn't.

"Good night, Daddy."

"Good night, baby girl" 

For a moment, things were almost normal. I picked up my robe. I didn't even bother to put it back on and I left my parents room. I climbed back into bed and promptly fell out. I slept like a baby.

***** 


Month Five

"You'll have to take her to her doctor's appointment. They called me in. They are understaffed. Three other nurses called in sick."

"Can't you just reschedule?"

Janet signed. "No, these appointments are scheduled way in advance. You know that. You had to pull strings to get her this particular doctor. Dr. Pearlmen is very busy and getting a new appointment is damn near impossible."

A pregnant silence hung in the air.

"Honey. I don't understand exactly what is going on with you but it really has to end."

"What are you talking about? Nothing is going on."

"Bullshit. You've barely said five words to that girl since she's told us."

"I've talked to her!"

"You don't even visit her when you come home anymore to have one of your late night talks and it's killing her. I see it in her eyes. She's hurting, Paul. She doesn't understand why you are doing this, and quiet frankly neither do I."

Paul followed her to the door in silence.

"I know you feel like she's let you down, but she's our only baby and she's in trouble. She's scared and she needs us. She needs you, now more than ever. Can't you see that?"

He helped her put on her coat. She reached up and kissed his cheek.

"Take her to the doctor. Sit with her. Talk with her. She needs you and whether you know it or not, you need her."

***** 


I slipped on my shoes when there was a knock at the door. "Yes, mom. I'm ready." 

The door opened and there was my dad. I just stood there, not understanding. "Your mom had to go in," he said. "I'm taking you to the doctor."

"Oh. Okay."

"You ready?"

"Yes. I just need to get my coat."

"I'll be in the car." He closed the door behind him.

It all was surreal. My heart began to beat faster. I went downstairs and pulled my coat out from the hall closet. I could see him through the window, sitting in the car, just sitting and staring ahead. I was scared.

I went out, locking the door behind me and got in the car. He put the car in reverse and backed out into the street, then proceeded to drive down to the main road. 

Silence.

Silence never seemed so loud. I reached out and turned on the heat. Gushes of air flooded the car with a harsh whirring sound. It was on high. I lowered it a little. "Sorry."

"That's fine." And that was all. I looked at him from the corner of my eye, trying not to be too obvious. He stared straight ahead, no lefts or rights, except when making a turn. I might as well have not been there. I haven't ‘been there' in months. I think he knew I was staring. He reached over and turned on the radio and found a station. Hip-hop. He hates hip-hop, but knows I love it. I felt like crying. I knew what it meant. He wanted me to leave him alone. I turned away and stared out the window and watched the trees pass us by.

***** 


"I had the nurse call your father back in."

"Okay."

I was lying on the doctor's table wearing one of those horrible paper hospital gowns. She did a physical examination, making sure I appeared in reasonably good heath. Dad had to leave for that part because it left me in various states of undress. Now it was time for the ultrasound. We got to see what the baby looked like.

The door opened and dad came in. He had his superior Chief of Staff look on his face, but I knew it was a cover. He didn't want to be here. 

"Paul."

"Hello Rita. Thank you for taking my daughter on as a patient."

"No problem, Paul. Anything for you, you know that." 

There was a smile in her voice. They didn't touch one another, but I sensed a genuine affection for each other. It was almost as if they hugged without the physical contact. 

"Okay, we are about to take a look at the baby. You might want to step closer, Paul for a better view."

She put some of the slimy gel substance on my tummy and moved the transducer probe against me. Fuzzy black and white images appeared on the screen and a sound filled the room. A heartbeat.

"Oh, my god." I turned and looked at my father. He had this look on his face. Shock. Awe.

"Strong little thing, isn't she? That heart is a sturdy one for sure."

"She?" Daddy looked at Dr. Pearlmen. She just smiled.

"Yep, you are going to be the granddad of a baby girl. Look."

She proceeded to show us the outline of the baby, which I could sort of make out, but not really. I was kind of used to the sight by now, but dad, dad was acting totally out of character, at least for the character of the last few months. He appeared almost…excited. For the first time, he began to show interest in my baby and proceeded to ask Dr. Pearlmen a series of questions; some I understood, some I didn't. This was his level, that doctor thing. In the end, he seemed satisfied with the answers because there was a smile on his face. I hadn't seen one of those in so long. 

I reached out and took his hand. He tore his eyes away from the monitor and looked at me. I saw the joy there.

"Daddy?"

The phone on the wall began to ring. 

"Paul? Can you take over for a second?"

"Sure." Dad walked around the examining table and took the probe from her hand as she went to answer the phone. After a series of yes's and no's she told the other person she'd be right out.

"This won't take but a moment, folks. I just need to take care of something."

"That's fine, Rita. I have it from here."

Dr. Pearlmen pulled off her gloves, washed her hands and stepped out of the office. Daddy moved the wand around like a pro, getting different angles of the baby, and pressing buttons on the machine so it produced a printout.

"She's beautiful, Brianna."

"I know."

His eyes lifted from the screen again and looked at me. He looked so sad. I wanted to cry again. "I'm sorry."

I had no words. I couldn't contain it anymore. All the pain, all the fear, it came out in that moment and I fell into tears. He moved to cover me and leaned over. "Shhhhhh, baby girl. It's Okay. It's okay."

It was the most gentle I've seen him in months. It was almost as if he came back to me. He started raining kisses on my cheeks, on my eyes, catching my tears. Kissing my lips in soft gentle strokes, that sent a slow spiral of feeling throughout my body. Our faces slid upon one another's, soft and smooth. His lips, slightly moist and hot stroked mine, lovingly gentle. I opened up slightly and our breaths mingled. I flicked out a tongue and tasted him. He leaned back in, trapping my lower lip in his and started sucking on the plump flesh. My pussy began the tiniest of tingles. He pulled away.

"I love you. I'm sorry. I'm an ass. I was just scared. Brianna, you have your whole life in front of you and a child greatly complicates things. You shouldn't have to go through this at such a young age."

I reached out my hand and gripped his. "I know. Don't you think I don't realize how hard this is going to be? But dad, when you turned away from me, it didn't make things easier. I didn't think I would survive it for a moment. I've never needed you so much. I never have been so scared."

"Good, you should be… but you won't be alone. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have tried to punish you by making you believe that I…"

"It's okay. I don't care. I don't care why. I'm just glad you're back. I don't think I could have gone through this without you. With you hating me."

"I don't hate you baby, really I don't. I just…I'm stupid. I'm an ass. I'm a stupid ass."

I started to laugh. "Well, at least I know who I inherited it from."

Dr. Pearlmen came back in and we proceeded to wrap up the doctor's visit.

The drive home was still filled with silence, but it was a different kind. A comfortable kind. Both of us lost in our own thoughts. Nothing needed to be said at this point. One step at a time, they always say. We held hands though, my daddy and I. His fingers stroked the palm of my hand, sending ripples of pleasurable sensation through my body. The doctor's appointment had been at three that afternoon. When we left it was around 4 and by the time we made it home it was five. Mom was actually home now. She worked the 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. shift. When we walked through the door sounds were heard in the kitchen. She was starting to prepare dinner. 

"Hey, mom."

"Hey. How did it go?"

"A girl, Janet. We are going to have a girl." He went to her and took her in his arms and together they began to waltz. The joy in his voice and on his face was so apparent that mom burst out laughing and clapping. She knew it was over, that he had come back to us. 

"I know. Isn't it wonderful?"

"You knew?"

"Of course I knew. I'm the one who was with her every step of the way. I told you, but I guess you weren't listening."

"I know. I'm sorry. Brie and I already established that I'm a stupid ass."

Mother laughed and I smiled. For the first time I began to feel like this baby and I actually had a chance.

***** 


Month six

One night, during family night, we all had dinner and watched a movie in the family room. I was able to really enjoy it now that my first semester was finally over. We decided I would not go back to school until after the baby was born and I was settled. Mom and dad were on the big couch while I was on the loveseat. We were actually watching a slightly old comedy called Joe Dirt. It was one of those movies that was funny because it was so stupid!

They were over on their couch teasing each other, making fun, laughing, joking, and tickling each other. It was actually kinda sickening to watch. They were like teenagers. They were like that a lot. It sometimes made me wonder about him and me. He was clearly very happy with his marriage to mom. I don't always understand where I fit in regarding our ‘sexual' relationship.

When the movie ended mom got up. "Okay. I need to straighten up this mess before we go to bed. I made some pudding. It's in the fridge. Why don't you get some and go away so I can clean."

"Are you saying we get in your way?"

"Yep. Bye."

Daddy faked a look of heartbreak and slowly walked into the kitchen with his head down. Mom just rolled her eyes and began picking up the loose popcorn on the floor. I followed daddy as he was filling up a cup with chocolate pudding.

"What's your poison?"

"I'll take the vanilla." I grabbed the cup he had waiting for me and began filling it up. The bowl was cold.

"Want to eat it out on the back pouch? It's nice out."

"Sure honey. I'll put this back in the refrigerator and meet you out there."

I headed back through the family room. Mom was turning off the DVD player and I opened the door leading outside. I leaned against the rail, stirring the creamy goop and looked out across the long back yard. Dad came out a few minutes later, laughing at some insult mom had given him and settled beside me against the rail, chuckling quietly. Must have been funny as hell. 

"You love mom, don't you?"

"Undeniably. She's my life. I don't think I could exist without your mother."

I simply stared at him. He had such a content look on his face. A happiness, a radiance that was so pure and so strong. I found myself whispering, softly, ever so softly. I was almost afraid that my words could freeze the very air around us, turning it to hard glass that would shatter, causing our world to fall apart, cutting us to pieces in the process. I have a flair for drama sometimes, but I had to know.

"Then, why me?" I asked, ever so softly.

He froze and I flinched slightly, expecting, waiting…

Then as if someone flipped a switch he resumed swirling his pudding, looking into it deeply as if the answer was somehow hidden inside of it. He didn't say anything for a long while, but I knew he would answer. I knew he was thinking. He probably never bothered to ask himself why, preferring not to dwell on it, to bring forth guilt.

After several minutes and several spoonfuls of pudding he spoke. "I don't know. It certainly wasn't planned, at least not at first. It was completely unexpected. It was…the wonder…the magic of you…" He looked at me then and I saw in his eyes the awe, the love, the joy, the…pain.

"I never had seen a little girl. I never knew the wonder, the beauty of seeing a little girl slowly blossom and become the exquisiteness of a woman. I watched you grow and develop into what you were meant to be — a woman, a beautiful, desirable woman made for one primary purpose."

I slowly began to understand. Kind of. As he has told it, my father didn't have a typical childhood. He was raised primarily by men. His mother died giving birth to his sister. Jessie was going to be his first female sibling, but she died too. Grandma and grandpa had seven boys in all, including my father. My father was the youngest of the children. They all lived in the same house, on a farm, believe it or not. All he knew was men. His brothers and father shaped his world. Eventually some of his brothers married and moved away and started their own families, but once they moved he rarely saw them or his cousins, female and male alike. He did see girls, and interacted with them, but not very much. 

He saw them at school, but at school you studied. The only time you socialized was at recess. He didn't really understand girls. They were strange to him and being raised by men, my father was actually a very rough type of individual. You know the type — the jock and the sexist. One thing about my father though, he was very smart. Very smart. He liked to learn and any and every bit of knowledge he gained he kept. As a result he received a full academic scholarship to NYU in New York, far away from his little hometown in Kansas. He went there and studied medicine.

It was that move that changed daddy. Up until college, and really most of it, women had no place in his world, other than for one purpose—sex. And when it came to sex he'll be the first to admit he loved women then. Sexually wise, a woman was and is flawless. But, during that time that was the only value he credited them for. That is until he continued his medical education. There were women beside him — few, but there — who were also pursuing careers in medicine, all at various levels and all that required a fair amount of intelligence. 

He began to see women in a whole new light, particularly after meeting one in particular whom he considered to be the most brilliant neurologist in existence — Mrs. Pamela Goldstein. Being the smart man that he was, he began to realize he was a sexist and his viewpoints of women were wrong, so he changed. Well, somewhat. There still are some things that come out of his mouth that makes even my mother want to smack him, but for the most part he's a decent guy.




My Tender Juicy Breasts



So I guess what my father was saying was: having a little girl, seeing one ‘develop' for the first time intrigued him?

He laughed. "Yes. Intrigue is one word for it and surprisingly I found myself," he sighed, "aroused by it. I never saw or experienced anything like it. Oh, I know how it happens. I've treated women of all ages at hospitals but I never saw it up close and personal on a day to day basis with a girl — woman — that I already loved. So I found myself sexually excited."

I put my empty cup on a table and turned to look back into the house. I could see my mother in the living room, cleaning up the mess daddy and I always seem to leave behind despite our best efforts. 

"You knew it was wrong."

Even though I wasn't looking directly at him I saw him move. He leaned lower on the rail, resting his weight on his elbows.

"Yes." He said it as if it were a matter of fact. No denial. Simply fact. I wonder if he even felt guilty, if he ever did or had he simply learned to accept his actions.

"And that didn't bother you?"

"Of course it did! You are my baby girl, the idea of hurting you… " 

"Then what? What was it that made you continue? God, Dad, have there been others? Are you a pedophile?" I turned to him, shocked for a moment, that idea never having occurred to me before.

"Oh god. I…shit." He turned away from the yard and like me faced the house window and then he saw mom. "Oh, god!" He turned back toward the yard. "There's only you. Only you. I never felt that way toward anyone else. It was only you."

I relaxed. I felt a little better.

"Because we have love."

"Yes. And…"

"And…?"

"And I knew you…wanted…it."

He turned to me then, looking me full in the eyes, almost asking me to deny it, but I couldn't. I knew I couldn't. He was right. I did want it. From the moment I was old enough to understand the looks, I wanted it. I may not have been considered old enough to know what I wanted or completely understand the urges that were coursing through my body but I did want it and I did tease him with the new power I quickly learned to master—my femininity. I liked his touches and his attentions. I craved it. I encouraged it.

"Yes. I did." There was a flash of something there — relief. Perhaps some part of him had doubts.

"So now that I'm older — now that I'm no longer innocent and ‘developing into what I was made for' — is it over?"

He looked away again, off into the night. The night always seems to offer false hope that the answers we seek are hidden just beyond it. Another thought occurred. "Daddy? Is my baby safe with you?"

He laughed, a short, quick bitter laugh. "Yes, baby girl, your daughter will be safe with me, that I promise. The idea of reliving those experiences I had with you doesn't even appeal to me. To be honest, I don't think anyone could take your place, like no one could take your mother's. The feelings I feel for you…"

"Damn it, stop being so damn dramatic and complete your sentences! What? What? What feelings, they what?"

He laughed and turned to me. "Sorry. Didn't realize. My feelings for you, my attraction for you, is purely for you, only you. I do know that, even if the rest of it is crazy."

I smiled. I liked that. "Then why? Why haven't you touched me in so long? You stopped right after I told you I was pregnant. You just — changed."

He sighed again. He looked down at the slight swell in my tummy and reached out his hands. "You are so beautiful like this. Your mother was beautiful too when she was like this, but with you for some reason it's different. It's always been different with you. Again, you are changing, growing, become more of what you were made for — a mother. And the idea is driving me crazy, Brie. You have no fucking idea." 

His hands pushed harder against my skin and moved, circling my hips, feeling their curves, down, around my ass, squeezing, molding, and pulling my body closer to his. I quickly looked back into the house. Mother was gone, probably in the kitchen. He saw my look and paused, following my lead, but seeing it all clear, he continued, he moved me to him. Our bodies touched, his hardness, and mine — my tummy, but despite that I was still soft, a soft curvy woman. 

"Daddy? I've missed you."

He growled, that deep, sexy growl at the back of his throat and I felt his hardness rise up as he buried his face in my neck. I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. Pain. My pussy went straight to pain. That only happens when arousal hit me hard and fast, when my pussy becomes ready for fucking faster than the rest of my body, but it was quickly catching up. My heart began to pound, my nipples harden, my skin began to tingle and waves of desire began coursing through my body uncontrollably.

"I want you so bad. More than I ever thought possible. There are times when I look at you now, seeing you like this, watching the curves grow — it's all I could do from raping you. You are so fucking sexy. My cock is constantly hard. I'm afraid sometimes it's going to fall off cause he never rests. I need you so much. I need you so much." 

He was moving against me, hard, sure, grinding, biting my neck, sucking on my skin, finding my mouth and we kissed. He kept pulling me closer, lifting me so our bodies would fit better, despite the baby. I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hip, opening myself to him. His dick found my panty-covered puss and he began rubbing, up and down, grinding against her, my pussy, making the moisture flood the fabric. Grinding, grinding, up against my clit. Oh, god, I was so horny. I was losing my damn mind. Our tongues clashed. Devouring, sucking, mating. His whole mouth surrounded mine. He invaded my moist cave with such force and desire I thought I would faint. He grabbed the hair on my head and slowly began to pull.

"Ah." 

I reached one hand back, wrapping around his as he bent me backwards against the rail and forcibly pushed against my clit. Waves of pleasure surrounded me so intensely I was crying. He reached up and carefully unbuttoned my top, revealing my body to him.

"They are growing again. You know that, don't you? I've seen them. They are becoming fuller and they will continue to do so and they'll become harder, and juicier, and filled with milk and when they do. I'll be ready. I'll be there."

"Oh Daddy, you can't. The baby. I have to feed the baby."

"And you will. She'll get some, but I'll have the rest. She'll have formula too; I'll buy the best. Don't worry. Your baby will be taken care of, but this…"

He pushed my bra aside. My nipples tightened in the cool air. He growled some more. He grabbed on, hard. I whimpered. It hurt. It hurt but…

"Good. Yes. The nipple, the nipple."

He cupped my breast in his hand, giving it a cone shape as he twisted my nipple. Playing it like a violin, making me produce pussy cream on demand, like a cow producing milk.

"Daddyyyyyyyyyyy." I wanted to scream, but mom — I couldn't because of mom. I couldn't see anything; he kept me bent back, away. I looked up at the stars in the sky and felt so small in comparison to their vastness. I felt tied into existence and the natural order of things. He was right; this was what I was made for. I felt him slowly apply his thumbnail to the tip of my nipple. Sweet agony. An annoying itch I didn't know how to scratch. God, my pussy. I was so wet, so wet my panties were a mess. I tried humping up against him, but it was no use. There was so much moisture that there was no friction, not the kind I needed and my panties just slid and he just slid, completely unstable. I needed it there at my clit. And then the nail was gone and my nipple was pounding. It was on fire, that one nipple. My back was beginning to ache. My head hurt from the pressure of his hand. He wouldn't let up. I gave up trying to do whatever it was I was trying to do and slid my hand down to rest on the arms holding me close. His scent surrounded me as he leaned closer. Hmmmmm. I loved his cologne. 

I jumped. Moisture. Warm, soft, slimy heat swirled around my nipple. Covering it, sucking it. Daddy. ‘Suck me, Daddy. Suck me. Suck me, Daddy…suck, suck, suck.' He released my hair and his right hand found my left breast, circling, engulfing it. It felt so good, that warmth. He squeezed slowly, sensually, loving my mounds with smooth solid pressure. I loved the soft sucking sounds. It drove me crazy. Reaching down, I fought against the pressure of our bodies and found my panties. I pulled them down, despite the pressure of his weight against mine. I lowered my leg and let the panties fall naturally to the ground. 

He gripped my hips and lifted me up onto the rail, never releasing my nipple as he lashed it with his moist tongue, licking my skin, my curves, squeezing it periodically, licking against the bulges he created. 

"Hmmmmmmmm," he moaned. His hot breath bathed my skin.

"Daddy. Please." I was out of my ever-loving, cotton-picking mind. He released my nipple with a pop. I shuddered. It was cold — cold without his heat. I couldn't take it. I was so close. 

"Daddy, please," I begged, but he just stood there, inhaling deeply, trying to breathe, squeezing my breasts over and over, like they were dough. He just loved the feel of their fullness in his hand.

"Daddddddddddyyyy," I said in a gutteral plea. I even scared myself. I began to rock, nearly falling back until he caught me. I wrapped my arms around his neck again for support. He leaned down and took my right breast in his mouth and reclaimed the wet one for his palm. His free hand lowered itself to the heat between my legs.

"Yesssssssssss," I hissed. 

He found my button, covered it with his fingers and squeezed.

"Uhhhhhh," I grunted, that deep-gutted grunt that made me sound like some huge animal. My world exploded and I was left jerking uncontrollably in his arms.

"Uh uh uh uh uh."

My body was no longer mine. I cried. Tears flowed down my cheeks, but I was barely aware of them. I fell against his hard frame, trying to breathe, still making those strange sounds. 

I felt him move against me. Somewhere along the line he stop sucking on my tit, perhaps when I fell. He was slightly jerking himself, toward me, I felt myself slightly bouncing to his rhythm. Something was hitting me in my stomach repetitively, against the baby. Not hard, but it did make me look down. I rested my forehead on his shoulder and looked between us, still breathing kinda hard. 

His dick. He had his dick in his hand and he was jerking off between us. His hands were stroking his cock much like in the bedroom and then I heard him bellow a hard breath, like all the air exploded from his lungs and he growled again and then...

Splat!

I was hit with a wave of cum shooting out of his dick in high spurts, some landing on my tits, most finding my stomach and still he stroked, less intense, but still strong. I heard him groan as if he was in slight pain. Now he was leaning on me just as much as I was leaning on him and still he pumped, even though there were only a few drops finding their way to my thigh. Then he released his cock and his dick fell on my leg, hot, moist and red.

He reached behind me and gripped the rail to support himself. If he leaned on me anymore we both would fall over. I looked back up over his shoulder and into the house. I moved closer to him, pressing more of my body against his, forming a sort of loose hug. It was quiet now. I could hear his heartbeat. I turned my head and rested it against his shoulder, staring at nothing in particular. I was at total peace. Not a single thought had entered my head. I just absorbed his warmth.

After a few more minutes in each other's arms he began to pull away. I let him. I sat up on my own and looked at him. He smiled and kissed me on the nose. I watched him readjust and tuck himself away. I sighed and began following his lead, pushing my sore breasts back into their home and buttoning my shirt.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Will you be my Lamaze coach?"

He smiled. He reached for my face and slowly kissed my lips. "I'd be honored." He helped me off the rail and picked up my panty. I tucked half of it in the waist of my skirt, under my shirt. I didn't feel like putting it back on.

"You're wet." I looked up and saw him staring at me. My blouse was sticking to me because of the cum and there was a small amount of cum trailing down my thigh that hadn't dried. I reached for my thigh and began rubbing the white stuff into my skin like lotion (fastest way to get rid of it). Then catching a particularly thick glob I paused and looked up at him. Our eyes met.

I looked back down and lifted my skirt. We watched as I leaned back on the rail and lifted my leg again for a better view. For the first time ever I rubbed his cum into my pussy. We watched as my pussy sucked it up, swallowing it deep. I didn't have to worry about getting pregnant.

I looked back up and daddy was staring at me. He looked like he wanted to attack. Lust so intense gripped me hard and I felt the tears start again. But he didn't touch me; instead, he moved further back. I put my leg down and we continued to stare, fighting for control. We both wanted more but knew it wouldn't be smart. Not now. Not again. 

"I don't think I can anyway."

He slowly began to relax. My words gave him the strength to regain composure.

"I'm tired. I think I'll go to bed. If I pass her and she asks, I'll say you made me laugh and I spilled my pudding. Good thing I chose vanilla."

"Good thing."

And just like all the nights that have come before…

"Night, Daddy." 

"Night, baby girl."

I went into the house and up to my room. Mom was nowhere in sight.

***** 


Months seven through eleven

The next few months went by extremely fast. We decided to make the guestroom the baby room. Daddy bought these really expensive baby monitors so we could have a receiver in every room of the house if we needed. They were like walkie-talkies. The base, or sender would always be with the baby and turns on automatically with any noise, sending the noise to all the receivers throughout the house so we could hear if she starts crying. So, if the baby cried in her room, and mom was in the kitchen and heard her, mom could pick up a receiver, press a button and we would all hear her confirm that she'd look in on Jessica. Jessica is the name I had chosen, after daddy's little sister.

I also started Lamaze classes. Daddy was there with me every step of the way. He was also going to be there when I gave birth. He was going to help me raise this child and he'll probably be the only true father little Jessie will ever know. Not necessarily a bad thing. The holidays came and went. I got a lot of mother-to-be stuff, but some cool stuff, too, for when I started college again, like a new computer and palm pilot. I was happy. 

I never did run across that cute guy who knocked me up. I guessed that he may have been a mechanic and for a while I did drive around to shops surrounding the area where we met. I even went to the little park were Jessie was conceived. Not a thing. Oh well, I doubt he would have been much help anyway.

When the day arrived it was actually a week earlier than predicted by Dr. Pearlmen. At the time, I was eating a tub of ice cream, which rested on the baby, when I first felt a contraction. At first I didn't know what the hell it was. I figured it was a muscle cramp from sitting in the same position for so long and it took a while before another occurred. But another did occur, as did another, and about two hours after the first contraction my water broke. Both my parents were actually at work. I paged my dad and my mom and my dad got back to me first. I told him my water broke and we started to time the contractions. Soon after mom called and it was decided that mom would come pick me up to take me to the hospital. I had time, the contractions were about 40 minutes or so apart and the hospital where they worked at and I was going to use to deliver wasn't that far.

Fifteen minutes later mom was at the front door and I had my pre-packed delivery bag with me. Dad got hold of Dr. Pearlmen and she said she would meet us at the hospital. When the time came for actual delivery I was scared as hell and in so much pain. I never want to go through anything like that again. I agreed to have a natural birth, but about two hours into labor I was screaming, practically begging, for them to knock me out and cut Jessie out of me, but they didn't and forty-five minutes later I delivered a healthy beautiful baby girl, seven-and-a-half-pounds. 

They kept me for about a week. I would have been out sooner, but daddy wanted to make sure I was okay. The most interesting thing I had to get used to with the new baby was the breast-feeding. I expected relief, because having my breasts fill up with milk three or four times a day was actually very painful, and having it taken out was longed for. What I didn't expect was the desire I felt when that little girl latched on with strength I would have never have expected from one so tiny. By the time I was through with each session I was screaming for the chance to cum. My body was a four-alarm fire, but there was nothing I could do. I had to wait six whole weeks. 

When I came home my family was wonderful. Daddy and mom each took a week off, first mom and then dad. It was dad who was the most interesting to have with me. Mom had all the little knowledge on baby care that they don't tell you about in books — the stuff you just learn through trial and error — and she was very helpful and cool in that aspect, but dad… it was almost like when I was younger and he would come in my room to watch me move. He did it again. He loved watching my body. I was nearly the same size I was before I had her, except my hips were a little fuller and my breasts were a lot bigger. I went from a 36D to a 36E-F. I was big before, well not really that big, more like, right for my frame, but now…I was huge. I could tell he liked it. 

When his week came, he would make me walk around naked in the house. The most I would be allowed to wear was my panties. He would watch me move and watch my breasts move with me. Sometimes he would let me wear my nursing bra, the one where the flaps came down so you can breastfeed the baby, but he wanted the flaps down all the time, which provided me with next to no support, but I didn't mind too much. I missed his eyes on me. At first he would just watch me feed the baby, his eyes never missing a beat. Sometimes he would ask me to sit in his lap and he would cup my breasts up at just the right angle so the baby would be comfortable as she nursed.

What I liked the most was the time when he held me because he would often be naked too, and I would sit on his thighs, with his cock cradled in my ass cheeks and he would rock himself back and forth in my crevice while the baby sucked on my nipples and he sucked on my neck. I was in a constant state of arousal during his week off.

It wasn't until the fourth week that he started filling his promise. I would usually keep the baby with me, right up until I would go to bed. Daddy would start coming in my room after work to visit me and Jessica and watch her feed and when she was finished, we would put her in crib for her nap and daddy would take her place in my arms, sucking on my hard dark tips.

There wasn't much but when he took me in his hands he stimulated me, squeezed me, played with my nipples and the sweet liquid would flow from barely noticeable little holes. He would attach himself on my breasts, moaning and rocking up against my body, heaving over me with his big strong body, licking and biting my nipples, stroking and squeezing my ass, as I would wrap my arms and legs around him and enjoy the pleasure coursing through my body. Sometimes as he fed from me and rocked against me I would slide my fingers down the crack of his ass and find that puckered hole and slip my finger in deep and massage that magic spot I knew he loved so much, me and daddy, sucking and ass fucking. It was almost perfect…almost.