Bred By My Daddy (Taboo breeding sex) (3 page)

My chin hunched to my chest, I was able to
get my lips around his tip and give him a lick every time I
tit-fucked down him. He ran a hand through my hair and then put it
behind my head, pushing me harder toward his tip. I lingered at the
bottom of a stroke, ran my tongue in a circle around his dick ridge
and gave him a little tickle under his glans. The way he groaned
and writhed underneath me made it obvious that he was losing a
battle against his orgasm.

“Oh Jesus Liz, oh my God, I’m about to cum,
you’re making me cum baby girl. I’m trying to stop but I
can’t!”

I looked up at him with my lips vacuumed
around his dickhead. Our eyes met and I saw how hard he was
straining to keep all that cum in his balls and out of my mouth. I
wasn’t going to let that happen.

Moving lower, my tits flopped off and rested
heavy on either side of his groin. The instant I lowered my mouth
halfway down his prick I felt him start to convulse, and when I got
my hands around him again, and started cranking them in tight, hard
little circles, he let his head fall back against the floor and
started to spurt.

“I – I – fuck! I’m cumming!” He groaned,
clutched my head against his cock, and exploded in my mouth.

I sucked, oh my God did I suck, refusing to
let any of that delicious, hot liquid out of my mouth. He filled me
once. I gulped and he filled me again. As soon as his dick stopped
jumping, I pulled back, milked him one more time and finally pulled
him out of my mouth with one last sucking kiss.

“Oh, oh my God baby girl. That was
incredible. So, so good.” He sighed, heavy. As he began to stroke
my hair out of my face, I let just a little cum dribble out of my
lips and down my chin, just like I’d imagined.

“My dirty little girl,” he smiled, “Look at
you with that cum on your chin. Holy shit, I’m still hard.” Peter
stroked himself. “I can’t believe what you do to me.”

I looked at his cock for a second, then
decided that if he liked dirty, he’d get dirty.

Swirling his load around in my mouth, I
lowered my head back near his dick and pushed the jizz out with my
tongue. A tendril ran down my chin and, starting from the tip of
his prick where it hit, dripped down him and pooled near his balls.
I grabbed him, squeezed the cum up and over him to make sure he was
nice and slick.

In one motion, I crawled up his body, swirled
my tongue inside my daddy Peter’s mouth and reached behind my ass
to find his cock.

For the first time in my life, I felt a man’s
cock slide inside my pussy.

Hard, thick and long, my daddy’s dick took
quite a bit of wrestling to coax inside my vice-grip tight sex. At
first I could only manage to work in his big, round head. I took it
slow, and so did he. Both of his hands rested on my hips, waiting
for me to make the moves. I could never have imagined how this
felt, the stretching, the fullness, and the blazing heat inside my
pussy that spread further and burned hotter with every inch deeper
he sunk.

When about a third of his cock was in me, I
tried squeezing my walls around him, to give him a little massage.
He made an almost unearthly groaning sound, so I guess he enjoyed
the feeling. I pushed another couple inches down, increasingly
afraid that my daddy’s dick was just too big for me to stuff
inside, but somehow my body just kept taking more and more.

Warmth from his balls preceded the feel of
his skin as I got close to being fully impaled. I gritted my teeth,
took a deep breath, raised my hips until I felt him almost fall out
and then slammed him home, taking that whole dick inside my body at
one time. I screamed a mixture of unbelievable pleasure and
surprise. Peter raised his hips, grinding that dick as hard as
possible, as deep as it could go. His balls slapped against the
skin near my asshole with a delicious, naughty schmack, and I
couldn’t help but reach back behind my body and give his sack a
squeeze.

I rested at the bottom, turning tiny circles
with my hips to stretch my pussy walls around him, to get my body
ready for the rough, hard fucking I wanted so badly to get. Peter
reached up, caressing my belly and chest with brushes of his
fingertips before letting one of his hands settle into a pattern of
figure eights around a pebbled, stiff nipple. Each time he reached
the middle of the trail, he gave my nipple a squeeze and sometimes
a twist, shooting surges of electric pleasure around my shoulders
and up the back of my head.

Next thing I knew, he had two handfuls of my
ass. Kneading and squeezing, urging me forward to slide his cock
out and in just a little. The way he was working me, my clit
grinded hard against his pubis every time he pulled me and when he
pushed away, the head of his dick stroked against my front wall,
hitting that spot that sent tense chills through my whole body.

My mouth was open, my eyes closed. I was just
letting all of it wash over me. My daddy, underneath, his huge cock
swallowed up in my pussy; it was just incredible. I rocked back and
forth, pumping on him in time with his little hip thrusts. I might
be a little hyperbolic, but I think a nuclear bomb could have hit a
block away just then and neither of us would have noticed.

All those years that I’d wanted him. All
those years I’d been in love with my step daddy, and just never
knew. It came to that point in time. That white-hot, passionate,
boiling moment changed my entire life – in more ways than one.

We started to move a little quicker. I sort
of belly-danced on top of him, making my hips swivel forward and
back in waves and he answered by keeping one hand firmly on my ass
and stuck two fingers of the other one in my mouth. I sucked the
fingers that still tasted vaguely of my pussy juice, and then he
started to pull, tug and pinch my nipples – one then the other. My
back almost involuntarily arched against his body and my breathing
became harder, heavier, more labored.

“Does that dick feel good in you, baby girl?”
My daddy said, pushing my weight up in the air, driving his cock
deeper. “Does it?” He pumped again, harder and then finally slammed
upwards, driving his cock so deep that he lifted me off the floor.
All I could do was let a high-pitched, moaning sigh escape my lips
and grind my own body downward to meet his pressure. I couldn’t
believe how wonderful it was to be full of Peter. So big, so thick,
stretching my little virgin pussy around his shaft, he was fucking
me just like he did my mom.

Images of the two of them, his dick crammed
inside her, doggy-style, with her draped over the side of the bed
danced in my mind. I imagined one of his hands looped around to the
front of her body, playing with her clit as he stuff-fucked her
from behind. I want that, I decided.

I stood up, giving my daddy one last squeeze
with my pussy. He slipped out with a little pop as my hole tried to
keep him inside. He gasped and opened his eyes.

“Get up,” I said, “get up here and fuck me
from behind, just like you do my mom.” That got a randy little
smile.

“My pleasure,” he replied, taking my hand and
pulling himself up.

I expected him to go slowly, as he had been
so far, but I think the release of years of pent-up sexual tension
was getting to him as much as it was to me. He shoved me toward the
couch, forced me to bend over the arm rest, presenting my
soaking-wet snatch, ready for his cock to re-enter.

He sunk in slow, deep and hard. I felt his
balls push against the folds near my clit, and he just kept going
forward. One of his hands stayed on the back of my head, pushing
the side of my face against the smooth couch cushion and the other
grabbed at first a handful of ass, and then my hip. Peter pulled
back until his cock was almost out. I felt the little ridge of his
dick flirt with my opening before he rammed straight in, forcing
all the breath out of my lungs and making me shriek in pleasured,
stretched, ecstatic pain.

“Pl – play, oh Jesus, daddy, play with my
clit,” I begged, choking out my request. Being stuffed by his cock
made that hard, but I finally got it out.

He pulled back and hard fucked me two more
times in long, full strokes that made the couch lurch. “Fuck,
mmm... your clit? You want me to play with your clit?” He slam
fucked me again, pulling his dick all the way out, leveling his tip
against me and then ramming it in all the way, smashing me between
his body and the furniture.

“Yes, please, daddy – please!”

One more slam. The clap! of our flesh, the
heat of his ballsack against me – it was almost too much. When he
looped his arm around, parted my folds and began to roll his
fingertip around my button, I almost lost it.

Not only was he able to rub me from this
position, but he also had a very firm grip on my body. He held me
in place and buried his cock over and over, balls slapping against
me, his hips smacking my ass. I heard breath hitch in his throat;
he sucked air between his teeth in a desperate, urgent hiss.

“I – I think about to cum baby girl. I can’t
help it, you just feel – your pussy, it’s just so good. So, so
fucking good.” He grunted, loud. I felt his cock twitch inside me,
throbbing, pushing against my gripping, and tightening walls. Then,
all of a sudden, that familiar, body-tingling heat crept out of me,
up my back and over my shoulders. An ecstatic shiver followed, and
then when he flicked across the top of my engorged clit, I knew I
was done.

I began to breathe hard, pushing backwards
against him to make sure he was as deep as he could possibly get.
He grinded in, rubbed his thumb hard, and, for the second time, I
felt juice start to run out of my squeezing pussy. Peter clutched
me tight against his body, fucking me in short, and fast,
piston-like strokes.

A loud, surpriseed, “Ah!” slipped out and I
just closed my eyes, let myself make whatever noises happened to
come, and held my breath as waves of tense, tight, gripping,
flexing took me. I squeezed my eyes tight, and clenched his
thumping cock as best I could with my slick, gushing cunt. And then
– just when I thought nothing could get better, all of that tension
exploded out of me in one huge rush. My breath, my muscles, and
what felt like my heart all released in one solitary,
impossible-to-describe moment. Sounds I’d never heard before came
out of my mouth; my whole body seemed to clamp down on my daddy’s
dick.

“Daddy, daddy, please cum!” between waves of
orgasmic electricity, “please, fill me up with all that hot, sticky
cum!”

His reply was to bend over me so that his
chest touched my back, and drive his hips forward one last time as
my pussy massaged him.

“F-fuck! Oh my God I’m filling you up baby,
I’m filling you up. Shit!”

I felt him squeeze me with his arms and then
I felt his cock swell up inside me before his explosion. He surged
forward once, two times, and then his seed, mixed with my
sweet-smelling juice, started to drip down my thigh. He pushed
again, shot another jet deep inside, warming me inside and out.
Finally, he released a huge sigh and slumped down on top of me as
his cock began to soften, slipping out in a big, final, luscious
gush of cum.

I don’t know why, but I wanted to taste us. I
wiggled out from under my daddy and stood up, running my hands down
my body and between my legs. Peter smiled as he watched me rub all
that cum – mine and his – up my belly over my still-aching tits,
and to my lips. Two fingers slid in my mouth, my tongue flicked
between them. It was sublime, it was... us. Just me and my daddy.
Just like always.

Peter put his arms around me and pulled me
close. He kissed me, our wet lips rubbing across one another for a
moment before he tasted our sex with his tongue, sucked my bottom
lip and gave me a little nibble.

“Thank you,” he said his voice almost silent.
“Thank you Liz. I don’t know what else to say. Just, thank
you.”

I felt closer to him than I did anyone else
in my life. Emotion coursed through my orgasm-wracked body, and I
dragged him to the floor with me so that we could bask; so that we
could just lie there for a moment. I nuzzled my head into his
chest, and closed my eyes. That sleep, the short nap I had, was the
safest, happiest of my entire life.

***

That was seven months, three weeks and, as
far as the doctor can tell, three days ago.

Since then, Peter and my mom predictably had
a few disagreements about the whole thing, but she has become okay
with the baby. Probably out of having no choice, but I also think
she understands, at least a little bit. She wanted a baby too, for
the longest time, but it was just impossible.

For his part, my daddy has kept right on
being wonderful. He’s taken me in for all the visits, even gone to
some fairly embarrassing birthing classes. But, most importantly,
he stuck with me. We decided pretty early on that we had to tell my
mom. I honestly expected her to blow up, to panic, or to cut both
of us off entirely. She had, for a while, but then she started to
think that maybe it’d be fun to have a little rug rat around the
house again.

Another thing that’s worth mentioning is that
the bigger my belly gets, the more Peter wants to fuck me. My tits
keep getting bigger, more swollen, getting ready to hold all that
milk they’re going to need for the baby. The way Peter’s been
acting, though, the milk might be as much for daddy as it is for
baby.

***

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