Month six
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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
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were actually watching a slightly old comedy called Joe Dirt. It was one of those movies that was funny because it was so stupid!
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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.
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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.â€Â
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“Are you saying we get in your way?â€Â
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“Yep. Bye.â€Â
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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.
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“What’s your poison?â€Â
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“I’ll take the vanilla.†I grabbed the cup he had waiting for me and began filling it up. The bowl was cold.
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“Want to eat it out on the back pouch? It’s nice out.â€Â
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“Sure honey. I’ll put this back in the refrigerator and meet you out there.â€Â
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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.  ÂÂ
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“You love mom, don’t you?â€Â
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“Undeniably. She’s my life. I don’t think I could exist without your mother.â€Â
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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.
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“Then, why me?†I asked, ever so softly.
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He froze and I flinched slightly, expecting, waiting…
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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.
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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.
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“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.â€Â
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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.
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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.
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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 purposeâ€â€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.
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So I guess what my father was saying was: having a little girl, seeing one ‘develop’ for the first time intrigued him?
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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.â€Â
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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.
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“You knew it was wrong.â€Â
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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.
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“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.
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“And that didn’t bother you?â€Â
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“Of course it did! You are my baby girl, the idea of hurting you… â€Â
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“Then what? What was it that made you continue? God, Dad, have there been others? Are you a pedophile?â€Â I turned to him, shocked for a moment, that idea never having occurred to me before.
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“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.â€Â
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I relaxed. I felt a little better.
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“Because we have love.â€Â
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“Yes. And…â€Â
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“And…?â€Â
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“And I knew you…wanted…it.â€Â
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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 masterâ€â€my femininity. I liked his touches and his attentions. I craved it. I encouraged it.
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“Yes. I did.†There was a flash of something there  relief. Perhaps some part of him had doubts.
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“So now that I’m older  now that I’m no longer innocent and ‘developing into what I was made for’  is it over?â€Â
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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?â€Â
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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…â€Â
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“Damn it, stop being so damn dramatic and complete your sentences! What? What? What feelings, they what?â€Â
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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.â€Â
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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.â€Â
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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.â€Â
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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.
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“Daddy? I’ve missed you.â€Â
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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.
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“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.â€Â
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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.
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“Ah.â€Â
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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.
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“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.â€Â
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“Oh Daddy, you can’t. The baby. I have to feed the baby.â€Â
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“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…â€Â
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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…
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“Good. Yes. The nipple, the nipple.â€Â
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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.
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“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.
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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.ÂÂ
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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.
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“Hmmmmmmmm,†he moaned. His hot breath bathed my skin.
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“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.
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“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.
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“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.
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“Yesssssssssss,†I hissed.
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He found my button, covered it with his fingers and squeezed.
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“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.
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“Uh uh uh uh uh.â€Â
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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.
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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.
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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...
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Splat!
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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.
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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.
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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.
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“Daddy?â€Â
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“Yes, baby?â€Â
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“Will you be my Lamaze coach?â€Â
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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.
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“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.
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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.
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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.
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“I don’t think I can anyway.â€Â
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He slowly began to relax. My words gave him the strength to regain composure.
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“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.â€Â
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“Good thing.â€Â
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And just like all the nights that have come before…
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“Night, Daddy.â€Â
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“Night, baby girl.â€Â
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I went into the house and up to my room. Mom was nowhere in sight.
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Months seven through eleven
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Month twelve
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It was actually on the same day (a year later) that I had met Jessie’s father and conceived her that I decided to make my move. I was in much the same state that I was back then: happy, free, about to start school again in a week. Life was good. We found a nanny to help me out with the baby, mostly when I had to go to school and such. Mom and dad helped out a lot. Dad actually cut back on his hours and things were going well. I met with Dr. Pearlmen and she declared me healthy. Not needing her services anymore, I went back to my regular family doctor and we finally got me on birth control. Well, actually it has been a year and one day to the day I conceived that I made the move on daddy. He was very busy with his staff evaluations and was up a lot lately writing boring behavioral reports.
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He was in the dining area and it was late, around one or two in the morning. Mom had long ago gone to bed and I had taken a nap earlier in the day with the baby so I was up and Jessie was out like a light, thank god. He had papers everywhere covering almost every inch of the table. He was hunched over some forms, wearing his reading glasses, which somehow made him look like the grandpa he is. There was a laptop beside him, glowing an eerie bright blue.
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I decided to go simple and wore a wife beater shirt, a.k.a, a Fruit of the Loom’s men’s white undershirt. On a woman that type of shirt was pretty sexy. It clung to curves and the thin material made it damn near transparent. It was long enough to wrap around the curve of my hips and stop right above my thighs. The house was a nice toasty temperature so I didn’t mind walking around in next-to-nothing. My red painted toes dug into the carpet as I made my way to his side. I leaned against the edge of the dark hard wood and slid onto the top, pushing papers out the way with my behind. Daddy turned toward me and took in my shirt; pausing and peering over his Ben Franklin like glasses.
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“Hi, Daddy.â€Â
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His eyes of course were at my breasts. They began to harden beneath the cloth and I felt a bit of moisture leak from the tip as if the contraction pushed it out and it blended with the white fibers, making a small wet spot over the hard bump, which became more defined.
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“Hey, baby girl. You’re up late.â€Â
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“I couldn’t sleep.â€Â
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He looked up from my milk sacks for a moment and looked into my eyes. I smiled. He continued to stare at me as he moved away from the table and leaned back in his chair. Leaning to his right, away from me, he rested his face on his fingers, watching me with a look of speculation. My smile got wider and I slid from the table. My shirt rose with my movement, gliding further up my thighs reveling my fluffy little bush. His eyes darted down, never missing a beat. I stepped closer to him and lifted a leg. I straddled his lap, trapping him between my thighs and sank down on his legs, using the table as a backrest. I was already wet. Just before I came down here I had lain on my bed with my hands between my legs, fantasizing, well, more like reminiscing back to the days he would come into my room for our little ‘talks.’
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He didn’t say anything, just looked at me, with his head resting on his fingers, waiting for what I was going to do next. I lifted my arms and rested my hands directly onto his shoulders. His eyes were so watchful, taking me completely in. I reached up and took off his glasses putting them behind me.
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“Daddy? It has been over two months.â€Â
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“I know.â€Â
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I begin to move. My hips slid back and forth on his pants; over the bulge that developed the moment I entered the room. I rocked against him slowly, seductively, teasingly.
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“The doctor said I’m okay.â€Â
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“I know that, too.â€Â
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He was looking down now. The moisture of my pussy began seeping through his kaki pants. He watched the medium tan color darken dramatically as I rubbed and humped my pussy against him, loving the roughness against my sensitive clit.
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“Good.†I rose higher, closer. My breasts began to tingle. Wetness was everywhere. My shirt, soaked in milk, clung to my breasts as the tension began to build in my body.
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“Now lets stop fucking around…â€Â
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His hands moved and wrapped around my rising ass as I moved over him. I dipped my head, stopping centimeters from his lips.
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“…and finally start fucking around.â€Â
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My mouth dove for his. We met and we embraced, kissing, biting, sucking, bonding as my tongue invaded his mouth, taking control, demanding that he meet me and he did. He pulled me closer, hugging me so tight I nearly lost my breath. The shirts between us were becoming wetter from my leaking breasts. He moaned and pushed me back. I watched as he lifted the shirt off my body, sticky wetness everywhere: juice from my pussy, milk from my breasts, and drool from my lips. And still I continued to rock, that slow, intoxicating rock, moving my body against his. He watched me move, mesmerized. His hands reached up and circled my breasts. My nipples pressed up against his palms, seeping slowly. He lightly stroked my skin, sliding with ease as the light reflected off me. I had to concentrate on breathing. Sometimes, I would actually forget how when I was like this  when the arousal was so strong it seemed to reach my core.
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He leaned forward and nuzzled them; making his face wet as well, until he closed his eyes and he latched on to my breasts and began to suck.
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I stopped.
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Everything within me went still. He looked…different. He looked peaceful as he rested against me, sucking from my breasts, pulling on my nipple, rolling it in his mouth as his tongue danced around it, driving me fucking nuts with all the little thrills he was sending through my body, yet still I stopped. He looked like he had come home. My right breast remained in his right palm as he slightly stroked it, preparing it while he sucked on my left. He reminded me of Jessie. His face was innocently content. Well…not that innocent. His cock was still hard beneath me. He almost looked like he was napping and that he was sucking on instinct.
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“Daddy?â€Â
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“Hmmmm,†he groaned and pulled me closer, sucking hard, his throat moving as he swallowed the milk. “Hmmmmm hmmmmm hmmmmm,†he moaned as sucking noises filled the air. I watched him drink, my pussy raging on fire. My body began to shake with chills and I continued to hump him, riding his cock through his pants. Then he let me go, licking and kissing my nipple before discarding it. He moved to my other breast. Latching on, his teeth grazed the tight nub. Slight contractions started in my womb and slowly spread a euphoric haze over my body as I came in small waves, still rocking, flooding him with more pussy juice as he sucked.
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He groaned some more and reached behind me with both hands and wrapped his palms around the cheeks of my ass, pulling me closer against his body. Releasing my nipple briefly he said, “Release me.†Then he clamped back on. I tried to reach down between us, but it was hard. He held me so close. He squeezed and pulled my ass cheeks, opening and closing them, wider and wider, until I felt the pull on my pussy lips as they began to spread and close also, rubbing against my clit, stroking my clit with my own pussy. Pleasure engulfed me, while at the same time that achy little itch nearly drove me mad.
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He let my breast go and reached back up, squeezing both of them harder. Milk shot out from the tips, directly onto his face, landing on his nose and mouth. He opened his mouth and aimed and caught the remaining milk. I began to regain control and began moving again, against him. He squeezed me, causing milk to splash all over us. What milk he missed he reached down and licked off my skin and rubbed his face in until he began to need something additional.
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He reached behind me and began to push everything within reach off the table and onto the floor. Finding room, he stood up from his chair and lifted me by my hips and set me on the table. Our bodies pulled free and his dick bounced back against his stomach. He picked up the laptop and gently tossed it in a side chair and pushed off as much paper as he could.
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“Don’t you need that? What if your papers get mixed up?â€Â
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“I’ll figure it out.â€Â
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I looked around behind me, making sure nothing was in the way and then I noticed it. He wasn’t moving. Looking back up I saw him staring at me. He had this soft sweet smile. There was love in his eyes.
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“I’m not always the best father and I don’t always do or say the right things, but I do love you. Very much.â€Â
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My heart filled with so much emotion I couldn’t speak. Instead, I pushed back tears, reached up and smoothed out his eyebrows. They were a mess.
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“Me too.â€Â
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Then he slightly lifted me up again and sort of threw me back against the table, closer to the center. My ass vibrated in pain from the sudden impact, but I didn’t have time to respond. I was too busy watching my father climb on top of the dining room table and begin crawling his way over my body. He looked like a panther, stalking his prey and he was getting ready to attack.
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“Daddy?â€Â
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Heat surrounded my pinky toe as he pulled it in his mouth and sucked it like it was a little clit. ‘Oh Daddy.’ He kissed his way to my knee, licking the underside. It tickled. I laughed. I turned my head to the left and I saw him move over me in the reflection of the large mirror centered on the wall. I saw his dark head dip again and felt the swipe of that tongue as it crawled again on my pussy flesh, moving along my thigh, biting again, licking, sucking little hickeys along my knee…my foot…my toes.
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I watched him move over me and totally worship my body. He looked so sexy, so in control. I, on the other hand, looked ridiculous. My hair was a mess. Dried tear trails lined my face. My lips looked sore and red from our kissing and my biting when I tried not to cry out. My breasts, depleted of milk, no longer stood firm and high but rather began to sink to the side of my body, victims of gravity and my daddy’s feasting. My skin was tight from the dried milk that he hadn’t gotten. Then I looked back and watched him, watched and felt as his tongue bathed my flesh, washing away the excess pussy juice from my thigh, only to be replaced with new, fresh pussy juice, just as heavy, just as salty, slipping down the tunnels of my body, onto the table, which he promptly licked clean.
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He reached up and cupped that fatty part of my mound, molding it in his palm. Releasing it and dipping low again, he sank his teeth in my puss. Biting hard. I cried out and arched my back. The world went black as I closed my eyes, lost. I knew that by morning I would have teeth-like bruises all over my body. Again he licked away the pain, moving up, floating over me. So hard, so strong, so sure. I opened my eyes again and could see his dick between our bodies, sticking out from the top of his briefs. His pants were trapped around his ankles.
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He continued his assault, his tongue licking over the curve of my tummy, dipping into my navel and off to the side, leaving me wet in his wake. His tongue softly outlined the tiny stretch marks that developed from the baby. Not many, barely noticeable, but there. He kissed each mark, showing it love and I watched it all in the mirror. Up and up he moved, up the valley of my chest, licking past the mountains of my breasts, kissing and hugging me. His hands reached up and covered mine, still resting on my nipples, all but forgotten. And he squeezed them close, trapping his face in their cushiony softness.
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“One of theses day I am going to have to fuck these with my dick.†He moved to the left and kissed a nipple, he moved to the right and did the same. He kissed along my jaw and along my cheekbone. Our faces rested on each other. The room was quiet except for our breathing. His moist breath bathed the side of my face as we rested cheek to cheek. I could no longer see the mirror. His face blocked the image.
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“Ready?â€Â
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“Yes, from the moment I was born.â€Â
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He lifted his hips; the pressure of his face on mine became unbearable as he used me for leverage. Quick jerky moments followed and then suddenly, at my cooling moist center I felt the head of his cock waiting at my entrance.
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“Spread wider for me.â€Â
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“Yes, Daddy.â€Â
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I opened my thighs, lifting my puss higher and making myself ready to be taken. He was going to do it. He was going to fuck me. ‘In a moment he’s going to push his hips forward, his cock is going to part my folds like Moses parted the Red Sea and juice will leave me, slide down, free from its prison as his cock works its way into my channel, displacing pussy juice. He will slide deeply into my mushy flesh and fuck my cotton-pink insides until they turn a raw, well-used, well-fucked red. I wonder if they make that color lipstick.’
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Anyway. Never mind. My mind goes weird places sometimes.
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And then it happened. He slid inside, like butter. No restrictions. He slid inside and I felt every inch of my father’s cock entering my body, filling it, making it whole. He went as deep in as he could go until meeting the back of my pussy, in balls deep. My pussy reshaped itself, forming around him, taking shape, and hugging him. My daddy’s dick was up in my pussy. Deep inside; all up in my shit. His body covered mine completely. My thighs wrapped around his hips. His hands moved from my breasts and reached out along my arms until he found my hands. He moved them up, over my head and held them together. I was completely his.
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I expected him to move and kiss me, but he didn’t. He turned his head more to the wall. His hair was in my face. His head was pressing against my nose. I turned away and then I realized he too saw the mirror. He was watching. My pussy involuntarily tightened around him and he groaned. I turned my head in the opposite direction to the other wall and closed my eyes. I didn’t want to watch. I just wanted to feel.
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He, on the other hand, couldn’t look away. He watched as his ass contracted and released as he slid his cock in and out of the wet fuck hole that was his daughter. He watched as her thighs gripped him in a death-like embrace almost preventing him from the movements he truly wanted to make. He watched his dick move in and out of her, her lips wrapped around him, fat and juicy as he rammed inside of her repeatedly. It was unreal almost, the image of his dick in his daughter, fucking her. He pushed harder and harder until he heard the slapping sounds of the their flesh when his dick slammed home and his hips beat against her ass. He heard Brie moan and groan and saw her hips attempt to rise up and meet him. He knew she was reaching another climax, so he doubled his efforts.
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My pussy was on fire. Sweated poured from me as I felt him slam, slam, slam into me. The fit was so tight, his hips felt like they barely moved in between my thighs but they moved, they moved and they fucked me with such force. His body engulfed me completely. His scent was everywhere and he held me down, using my body for his cock to fuck. Slamming against my clit, almost pushing it back against my body as our skins slammed against each other in sharp, stinging little slaps. My clit was so sore and raw I didn’t think I could cum again. I felt numb there, but the sensations  the wanting  the desire was running all through me as I felt him fuck me so hard, so intensely, almost mindlessly. There was no gentleness in how he did it. No emotion, no kissing, no hugging, just fucking as he watched from the mirror, as if he was analyzing the situation, watching his dick molest my achy gaping hole.
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I was so close. I was so close but I couldn’t get there. I couldn’t find the edge so I jerked under him, bucked almost, pushing my body up against his as he came down, slamming, slamming. He pushed back harder. I cried out in pain, but the pain meant nothing. The pain disappeared. The waves took over, swallowed it, crushing it as I worked harder and harder. I needed to cum. I had to cum. Damn where was it when I wanted it? I lifted my hips, fucking him back, riding the wave that wouldn’t reach its peak. I struggled against his hands. I had to be free. I needed to be free. I fought him. He held on tighter but I needed more.
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“Daddy, Daddy, please. I need to touch you, I need to move.â€Â
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He released me. His hands left mine. He stopped fucking me. He lifted himself up, his breathing was fast but still in control. He reached beneath my body and wrapped his hands around my ass and lifted me closer to him. I repeated the movement. I lifted my thighs up higher on his back and that seemed to open up more space than I knew I had and he sunk deeper. He groaned and I cried. My nails bit into his ass and I got ready. His thrusts began again, deeper this time, higher, ‘yes higher that was it.’ It was angled differently. Contact with my clit wasn’t as constant and the little achy button pulsed to the beat of my crazy heart as he fucked me again, ramming, thrusting. He was no longer looking at the mirror. He was looking at us, watching as his cock pushed deeper and deeper inside me, in and out, out and in, and wet and raw all at once. My pussy opened and made more room and he moved faster, fucking so fast and hard the table began to bounce, began to rock. I spread my thighs wider feeling him dominate me over and over. My daddy, my big, strong daddy with his big strong cock fucked me on the table hard, into the table, taking me higher, yes higher, that’s it  that’s what I need  that’s what I want.
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“Fuck me more, fuck me more, Daddy fuck me more.â€Â
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And he fucked and pushed and rammed. Our breathing was harsh. He was pouring sweat. It was leaking from all over him. Drops fell from his head, from his nose from his lips, splashing on me as he jerked and rocked above me. He was grunting, grunting these deep animal-like grunts and he pushed himself harder and harder. One time he stopped, trying to regain control but I got pissed and punched him in his chest. He grunted again and kept fucking me.
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I didn’t want to cum. I needed to cum, but I didn’t want it to end. I wanted it to last and last and last forever  my daddy fucking me on the table like we were animals.
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“Fuck me Daddy, fuck me more. Fuck me.â€Â
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By then I had no choice. It was coming. It was becoming more than anything I ever felt. My tired body tensed, preparing for the assault. I began to pant.
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“Yesyesyes… uh uh oh uh oh yes ahhh. Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy…â€Â
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He heard me. He knew I was there and redoubled his efforts. He released my thighs from his waist and folded my legs toward my chest, closing my calves around his ears as he pushed up and up and in until I released a hoarse scream. Cumming so hard against his cock, his fucking cock.
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“Oh thank God!†he bellowed, and his body jerked hard against me. My body arched with tension and my eyes rolled back in my head. I felt warm wetness bathing my body. It was almost as if someone had poured warm water all over me and it pooled under me, around my ass.
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My breathing was shallow. There wasn’t enough air. I needed more air. The world around me became fuzzy and I felt my daddy release my legs. They fell down in a thump, like rubber. He slowly pulled away from me as if the movement caused him pain and just as the world went from fuzzy to black, I felt his crushing body fall on top of me. I grunted at the impact. So much for me receiving more air. I think I passed out.
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When I woke up, there was something heavy on top of me. My body was unbelievably sore and I felt itchy. My skin felt like it did when you came from swimming out in the sea. The smell of urine surrounded me. I turned toward the weight on my body, it was daddy, and he was snoring. I felt dehydrated. I lifted my arms and pushed at him.
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“Daddy? Daddy? DADDY!â€Â
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He snorted and came awake.
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“Oh shit.â€Â
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“I know. I know. Please. I can’t breath.â€Â
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He rose up over me.
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“Move over.†I slid to the edge of the table, making room. He slid on his back and lay beside me. “What’s that smell?â€Â
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I began to laugh. “I think I peed on myself.â€Â
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“Oh…. Happens a lot, does it?â€Â
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“No never. What time is it?â€Â
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He raised his arm and looked at his wristwatch. “Oh, shit! It’s 5:12 in the morning. Your mom will be up soon. We’ve got to clean this up.â€Â
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I groaned in despair. “I can’t. I can’t move.â€Â
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He sat up and slid off the table.
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“You’d better move, young lady. I will not run the risk of your mother seeing this. I’ll clean up. You just get out of here and wash up.â€Â
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I moaned as he proceeded to straighten his clothes and pick up papers. I slid off the table and slowly bent over to pick up my shirt. ‘I am so out of shape.’
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“What about the pee?â€Â
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He laughed, “I’ll get it. Come here.â€Â
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I walked around to his side just as he was putting a stack of papers on a side chair. He reached out and pulled me into his arms and kissed me, long and deep. My pussy began to tingle and my nipples hardened.
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“You know Daddy loves you, right?â€Â
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I smiled. “I love you too, Daddy.â€Â
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He growled and bit my lip. Smacking me on the ass he said, “Go on.â€Â
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I took my pitiful ass out of the dining room and up the stairs. I snuck past mom and dad’s room and found mine. I just turned on the shower when I heard the first cry.
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“Waaaaaaaa. Waaaaaaa.â€Â
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“Oh damn.†The baby was awake and wouldn’t you know it? It’s feeding time. I don’t think there is any milk left.
