“Gee, Daddy, that feels good,” I said, as my father rubbed his prick up and down my horny little slit. It did, too. What felt even better though, was when he centered his swollen cock in the entrance to my vagina, and started inching it inside. Daddy always did know the things that made me feel good. Still, he kept denying me that greatest of pleasures. Tonight I was going to pull out all stops, to get what I wanted.
“Ooh, I bet you like that,” I said, as I milked Daddy’s penis with my tight little hole. By now, I knew how to squeeze my father’s prick, and make it feel good, without even moving.
Daddy groaned. I guess he must have agreed with me, because the next thing I knew he said, “You’d better ease up Tammy, or I’ll have to pull out. You don’t want that yet, do you?”
Shit! The LAST thing I wanted, was for my father to pull out. “Do you HAVE to Daddy?” I whined; working even harder. Once before I had been lucky, and caught Daddy by surprise; milking him off inside me, before he even realized he was about to cum. Daddy wasn’t going to be caught so easily tonight though.
“Tammy,” he said firmly, “you know the rules. I only cum in your mouth, asshole, or hands. We’re NOT taking any chances on you getting pregnant. I’m taking too big a chance already, just fucking you like this. I don’t want to accidentally knock you up.”
“Why not Daddy?” I grumbled. “Marcia’s already had three kids, and she’s younger than I am.” I could tell I was getting to Daddy, as his prick swelled even bigger inside me. Perhaps, if I kept talking, Daddy would forget and squirt inside me, before he realized he was doing it.
“Your cousin isn’t fucking her own father,” Daddy pointed out. He paused in his sliding in and out to push up hard inside me, while he tried to keep from spasming my body full of his precious seed. I knew he would be annoyed if I moved, trying to get him off; but that didn’t mean I couldn’t keep squeezing him with my vagina, hoping he lost control.
Sadly, he didn’t. I felt my father’s prick swell a little, then subside in me. I don’t know if Daddy squirted more pre-cum, or sperm inside me, but he was once again able to slide in and out without feeling like he was going to splatter my insides full of baby-making cum. I was a little disappointed, but not completely. Maybe that WAS a squirt of cum that Daddy had just left inside me, while he gained control of himself. I knew enough about biology, so I was pretty sure there were at least SOME of Daddy’s sperm wriggling in whatever it was, even if it only WAS pre-cum. Such a delicious thought.
“But Daddy,” I said; talking about my best friend, while sliding back and forth once more, as my father’s urge to cum inside me declined enough to make him feel a bit safer, “Darlene tells me she’s had TWO babies by HER father already, and she hopes he’d make a third in her.”
Daddy lurched inside me; as the thought excited him. I decided that maybe it was time to tease him a little. “I’ll make it feel REAL good to you, I promise,” I said; squeezing Daddy’s prick as hard as I could with my cunny, to show just what I meant. Daddy groaned, but managed to hold off…
Darn. Time to try something else. “Darlene says HER father likes to feel his sperm squirting inside her almost as much as she does,” I said; humping up at my father at the same time. From the slippery feel of his cock sliding inside me, I knew Daddy’s cock was dribbling lots of pre-cum (and hopefully some sperm) inside my clasping little slit. “I’m sure I can make it feel just as good for you, as Darlene does for HER father,” I said. “Please Daddy? You’ll like it… Honest!”
“Oooh!” I could tell that got to Daddy by his groan, and also the flexing of his prick in my belly, that told me he had almost lost it. I knew my father wasn’t really worried that I wouldn’t make it “feel good” for him. Exactly the opposite, in fact. “I can’t Baby,” he said; fighting to control himself so he could pull out, without leaving me with a belly full of baby-juice, “your mother would KILL me, If I got you pregnant. Heck, she would probably kill me, if she knew we were even fucking without using a rubber, let alone getting you pregnant!”
I giggled. Perhaps I had a chance after all! “Oh don’t be silly, Daddy,” I said. “Why do you think Momma’s been going to all these meetings lately; leaving the two of us alone to get it on?”
Damn! That had exactly the opposite effect I was planning on. Instead of getting so excited that he squirted inside me, Daddy’s prick actually wilted, as he tried to figure out what I meant. “Well,” he said, “I wondered a bit if she knew we were having sex. Still, that doesn’t mean she wants me to get you pregnant. She probably is trusting me to have enough sense for the two of us. For sure, YOU don’t seem to have any.”
“Oh Daddy,” I sighed. Sometimes I wondered if I would EVER get him to agree. Still, I couldn’t complain TOO much. Just feeling my father’s prick inside me was a thrill that some girls never got. At least I got to fuck my father, even if I never DID get the extra thrill of feeling his baby growing inside me. On the other hand, I wasn’t quitting yet! “Momma knows I’m not on the pill,” I pointed out. “And she’s certainly not dumb enough to not know what we’re doing while she’s gone. I mean, my bed practically REEKS of sex, every time we’re left alone, and I’m sure she knows the smell of cum, as distinct from pussy-odor. I’m sure she knows we’re having sex, and unprotected sex at that. So why do you think she’s suddenly found all of these extra meetings to attend, right while she knows I’m the most fertile? I mean, if Momma was worried about me getting pregnant, she’d make a point of being around right now, to keep us from getting carried away, don’t you think?”
My father was weakening; I could tell.
“Are you sure?” He asked; sliding in and out a little, while trying to decide. I knew he was on a hair-trigger, but also knew better than to wrap my legs around him, and hold him inside me until he filled my womb with his seed.
The last time I had tried that, Daddy hadn’t fucked me for a month afterwards, and I had almost died from horniness. He had told me then, that if I ever tried it again, he wouldn’t fuck me for a year. I didn’t DARE take the chance. Not when I was so close. Besides, even if Daddy decided not to risk it, I still had a SLIGHT chance of getting him to cum inside me by accident, like he had once before. If I got too eager, I might lose even that chance.
“No, I don’t know for sure,” I said, honestly. “But it makes sense, doesn’t it?” I hoped my honesty didn’t blow my chances. Still, I had never lied before to my father, and I wasn’t about to start now. It turned out, that I was luckier that I had thought.
“No, NO!” Said Daddy. “I mean, are you sure you really want this? I mean, having a baby by your own father is a big step for a teenager. You might regret it later.”
“DADDY!” I said, “I’ve been sure for YEARS. Heck, ever since I had my first period, I knew I wanted your baby inside me. Why do you think I crawled into bed with you that first time? Once Momma told me that I was old enough to have a baby, I waited until my period was over, and tried to get you to knock me up right then! Only it took almost a year, before I could get you to even touch me, let alone put your prick up inside me.”
Daddy giggled at the memory of his little girl trying to act like a streetwalking slut. Still, once I had convinced him that I was not only serious, but knew what sex was, he had finally relented enough to “show me the facts of life.” I guess my horny displays had finally gotten HIM horny too.
“I guess you did,” he admitted. “SO,” he said, suddenly jamming his prick in me up to the root, “if YOU want to get pregnant, your mother wants me to get you pregnant, and the idea even turns ME on, then we’d better get started, hadn’t we?”
“Gee, Daddy,” I said, “You mean it?” I could barely hold off MY orgasm, at the thought I might finally get what I had worked so long for.
“What (huf huff) do (huf) you think? (huf).” He said, panting hard, as he worked closer and closer to his orgasm. Only THIS time, I knew my father wouldn’t be cheating EITHER of us by pulling out, like he usually did. THIS time, every potent drop of my father’s precious seed would be squirting inside my womb where it belonged. The exciting thought was too much for me.
“Gee, Daddy I… I… IiieeeEEEEEEEE!” I couldn’t finish, as my cunny began clamping and squeezing on my father’s prick like it never had before. I had had orgasms before, but nothing like this! I knew that Daddy wouldn’t have been able to pull out THIS time, even if he had been planning to; my cunny was squeezing him so tightly, that there was no way he could pull out before he filled my vagina with squirt after thick sticky squirt of his sperm. Not that Daddy tried.
Feeling me going into spasms around him, was the last straw for Daddy. I felt my father’s prick get abruptly bigger inside me, as he jammed it as far up in my belly as he could. With a bellow that almost matched my screech, Daddy suddenly began spasming my tight little slit full of load after load of thick greasy cum. He didn’t try to pull out this time like he usually did, either. Instead, he kept forcing his prick as far up inside me with each incestuous squirt, as he could.
I couldn’t help myself. My arms and legs automatically wrapped themselves around my father’s body and legs, until he couldn’t have gotten away if he had tried… Which he didn’t.
Each time my vagina would clench and squeeze on my father’s thick prick, Daddy would respond by sending yet another healthy squirt of sperm jetting against my cervix. On and on it went; with neither one of us wanting it to stop, until my legs were aching with cramps, and Daddy was aching with dry squirts of sperm he no longer had; trying to send one last surge of baby-making cum into his daughter’s womb.
“Oh gee Daddy,” I said, as I felt the last sticky drops of my father’s precious sperm oozing into my receptive young womb, “that was… That was wonderful. Thank you.”
“Whoooo! Thank YOU,” he replied, trying to catch his breath, while keeping his prick buried in my snatch. It’s SO nice to feel your lover still inside you, after you get your rocks off. Knowing Daddy’s sperm was still inside me too, was icing on the cake… Which reminded me:
“I hope I’m pregnant now,” I said, hoping Daddy didn’t get another attack of conscience, and get mad at me for “enticing” him on. He didn’t.
“Well,” he chuckled, “if not, I’m sure your mother will see to it that I keep on fucking you until you are.”
“Daddee!” I objected. But you know what? He was right.