no all day long, but once his dick was
hard and he was kissing her neck, there was no point resisting. She
couldn’t stick to her guns.
“Come on, baby, what does a dad have to do
around here to get laid?”
She laughed, when not long ago they both
struggled with the taboo situation they found themselves in. After
one drunken night in a hot tub however there was no turning back.
And since then, they made small jokes about their
stepfather-stepdaughter roles until it became comfortable and they
no longer cared.
“ A dad has to wait until I’m not so
close to ovulating.”
“But that’s why I came in here. You know I
can’t do that.” To prove he needed her, he glided his hands down
her arms and brought them over her head. He locked his fingers
between hers and squeezed tight. With equal zeal, he bit her neck
which sent bursts of pressure down to her core. She moaned. After
he licked his way up to her ear, he whispered, “You even thinking
about staying in this room makes me want to strive to get you in my
bed where you belong.” He bit her earlobe and exhaled warm breath
into her canal with a soft, quiet breeze. The heat made her melt.
“You know men want what they can’t have.”
She could barely think, especially
rationally, but managed to say, “We’ll be in deep shit if I get
pregnant. And if you’re not going to think about the consequences
then I have to.” He pressed his hard erection against her panties.
He bore down with his weight, making her clit throb under the power
of his stiff dick. Her inner walls clamped down as need for him
pulsed through her.
“I have thought about it. That’s why I think
the idea is so hot. Sleeping with your daughter is an extremely hot
but taboo fantasy, but getting your daughter pregnant…the thought
makes me want to cum so hard—in you.”
Then it happened, just as she knew it would.
He distracted her with his tongue on her neck, slipped her panties
to the side, and if he wasn’t so thick she wouldn’t have noticed
him press into her. Yet his penetration was slow and slick. He
didn’t pump, only glided in with a cock so hot that his heat made
her inner walls supple. She arched her back and welcomed him in
with a moan. Instantly she conformed to his length and girth, but
after sleeping with him for months, they fit together like a glove.
“Tell me to cum in you, and get you pregnant, Cynthia. Ask me to
cum in you.”
Maybe she wanted sex after all. “Perhaps if
you wore a condom we could do this…”
“No, I’m allergic to latex.” He winked,
because they both knew damn well he wasn’t. “Give me permission,
Cynthia. Let me cum in you. Beg me for it. Then I swear I’ll give
you the ride of your life to make it worth your while. You’ll never
regret it even if you get knocked up.”
And her dad was right about having no
regrets. Their sex was dirty and fun, and they didn’t stop until
they were both exhausted and weak. She climaxed more times than she
could count, and he didn’t stop until he convinced her to let him
carry her into his room for another romp in his bed.
A MONTH LATER…
“Is there something you need to tell me,
Cynthia?” Seth asked as he stood in front of the television,
blocking her view. He was smugly smiling, though she didn’t know
why. She had no clue what she was supposed to tell him either.
Apparently her confusion was evident because her dad manifested a
pregnancy test from behind his back and set it on the coffee table.
The word “pregnant” filled the screen. They both stared at it, and
Cynthia looked on with disbelief.
She blinked while trying to wrap her head
around it. All she knew was the test wasn’t hers. In another
attempt to ward off Seth when she was about to ovulate, her friends
stayed over the night before so she wouldn’t get pregnant. One of
her friends must have taken the test, which meant one of her
friends was in the very situation she worried she’d find herself
in. And all she could
hard and he was kissing her neck, there was no point resisting. She
couldn’t stick to her guns.
“Come on, baby, what does a dad have to do
around here to get laid?”
She laughed, when not long ago they both
struggled with the taboo situation they found themselves in. After
one drunken night in a hot tub however there was no turning back.
And since then, they made small jokes about their
stepfather-stepdaughter roles until it became comfortable and they
no longer cared.
“ A dad has to wait until I’m not so
close to ovulating.”
“But that’s why I came in here. You know I
can’t do that.” To prove he needed her, he glided his hands down
her arms and brought them over her head. He locked his fingers
between hers and squeezed tight. With equal zeal, he bit her neck
which sent bursts of pressure down to her core. She moaned. After
he licked his way up to her ear, he whispered, “You even thinking
about staying in this room makes me want to strive to get you in my
bed where you belong.” He bit her earlobe and exhaled warm breath
into her canal with a soft, quiet breeze. The heat made her melt.
“You know men want what they can’t have.”
She could barely think, especially
rationally, but managed to say, “We’ll be in deep shit if I get
pregnant. And if you’re not going to think about the consequences
then I have to.” He pressed his hard erection against her panties.
He bore down with his weight, making her clit throb under the power
of his stiff dick. Her inner walls clamped down as need for him
pulsed through her.
“I have thought about it. That’s why I think
the idea is so hot. Sleeping with your daughter is an extremely hot
but taboo fantasy, but getting your daughter pregnant…the thought
makes me want to cum so hard—in you.”
Then it happened, just as she knew it would.
He distracted her with his tongue on her neck, slipped her panties
to the side, and if he wasn’t so thick she wouldn’t have noticed
him press into her. Yet his penetration was slow and slick. He
didn’t pump, only glided in with a cock so hot that his heat made
her inner walls supple. She arched her back and welcomed him in
with a moan. Instantly she conformed to his length and girth, but
after sleeping with him for months, they fit together like a glove.
“Tell me to cum in you, and get you pregnant, Cynthia. Ask me to
cum in you.”
Maybe she wanted sex after all. “Perhaps if
you wore a condom we could do this…”
“No, I’m allergic to latex.” He winked,
because they both knew damn well he wasn’t. “Give me permission,
Cynthia. Let me cum in you. Beg me for it. Then I swear I’ll give
you the ride of your life to make it worth your while. You’ll never
regret it even if you get knocked up.”
And her dad was right about having no
regrets. Their sex was dirty and fun, and they didn’t stop until
they were both exhausted and weak. She climaxed more times than she
could count, and he didn’t stop until he convinced her to let him
carry her into his room for another romp in his bed.
A MONTH LATER…
“Is there something you need to tell me,
Cynthia?” Seth asked as he stood in front of the television,
blocking her view. He was smugly smiling, though she didn’t know
why. She had no clue what she was supposed to tell him either.
Apparently her confusion was evident because her dad manifested a
pregnancy test from behind his back and set it on the coffee table.
The word “pregnant” filled the screen. They both stared at it, and
Cynthia looked on with disbelief.
She blinked while trying to wrap her head
around it. All she knew was the test wasn’t hers. In another
attempt to ward off Seth when she was about to ovulate, her friends
stayed over the night before so she wouldn’t get pregnant. One of
her friends must have taken the test, which meant one of her
friends was in the very situation she worried she’d find herself
in. And all she could
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