(Mg, Mf, MF, oral, anal, preg, inc, cons)
by Art Martin
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"Daddy, I'm pregnant."
Jim held the phone to his ear in stunned silence.
"Daddy?"
"Uh, I'm still here," her father automatically said.
"Can I come home, Daddy?"
"Uh, yeah, sure, baby. Uh... Are you sure?"
"About coming home or if I'm pregnant?"
"Uh, both..."
"Yes and yes."
"I see...
"What happened to Demon?" he asked.
"Daemon, Daddy. His name is Daemon."
"Whatever.� Where is he?"
"I don't know, Daddy.� He left.� He left some weeks ago and I haven't heard from him."
"Well, that's one bit of good news," Jim deadpanned.
"Not really," she replied.� "He was paying the rent and now I'm being evicted."
"What about your, uh... job?"
"They don't want dancers who look like I do now.� I haven't worked in months."
"Don't they give you maternal leave or something at that strip club where you were working?"
"No, Daddy.� Please, don't make this any harder than it already is.� I need your help, Daddy.� Please..."
"I told you that Demon guy was a piece of shit, Jamie."
"Yes, you told me that and lot of other mean things," she pouted.�
"And you, little girl, you said some rather nasty things to me if I recall."
"I know, Daddy, and I'm so sorry.� I didn't mean it.� I was just angry.� I'll make it up to you, I promise."
"Yes, you will make it up to me, you little whore," he sneered.� "You're not hooked on any drugs are you?"
"No, Daddy."
"You'd better be telling me the truth, Jamie, because I don't a god damned crack whore living under my roof."
"You don't have to be so mean, Daddy," she said as she began to cry.
"Ah, fuck, baby," he said contritely. "I'm sorry.� I haven't heard from you since... And I've been worried about you throwing your life away."
"I'm a� whore, but I'm not a crack whore, Daddy.� I promise.� I don't do drugs, at least not since I knew I was knocked up."
"How far along are you anyway?"
"Six, seven months."
"You didn't think of terminating this pregnancy?"
"I did, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.� It's not her fault."
"Her?� It's a she?"
"Yes, Daddy.� And we both know how you like little girls."
"Ummm, yeah...
"Well, you need some bus money or something?"
"Yes.� I'm broke.� Dead broke and I don't have any food left."
"Okay.� I'll send you a couple hundred bucks by wire.� You have a checking account?"
"Yes, but I'm overdrawn."
"Jesus, fucking Christ!� How much are you overdrawn? Never mind.� I'll send you a money order.� You should get it by tomorrow, I guess."
"Thank you, Daddy!� Thank you!"
"You can thank me when you get home. Now, is there anything else I need to know?� You don't have any warrants outstanding, do you?"
"Not that I know of, Daddy."
"That's a positive.
"Now, have your bags packed and ready to go when you get the money.� Get something to eat and then get your ass on the bus.� Okay? And don't tell anyone that you're skipping out. Okay?� I don't want any fucking bill collectors calling here or anyone showing up at my door looking for you.�� When you get here, I'll get you a new phone and phone number.� And I don't want that fucking Demon guy ever showing up at my door looking for his whore.� Okay?"
"Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy. Love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, Jamie. Now come on home, baby."
Jim hung up the phone. "Yes!" he shouted out to the empty house that he called home. "Jamie's coming home to me," he said out loud.� In an instant, all was forgiven.� She was coming back to him!
He looked about the place and realized just what a mess it was with empty beer bottles here and there, along with empty pizza boxes, crumpled up take out bags, old newspapers and unopened junk mail.� And all the damned dog hair!� It looked like the carpet had a bad case of...
"Shit!� I need to clean this place up," he said as he began picking up and straighten up.� He only got so far before he said, "Fuck this!� She can clean this dump up when she gets here. What I need to do now is get some cash to her, pronto."
Meanwhile the stray mutt that was his dog looked at him wondering if he might get a treat.� Sure enough, his master tossed him a Milk Bone before heading out the door.
It was a short trip to Walmart where he secured and sent off the money order to his estranged daughter.� With the money order paid for and sent on its way, he glumly considered he might just be throwing good money after bad.� 'Fucking bitch had better come home,' he thought as he secured a shopping cart and proceeded to load up on some goodies that he remembered that she liked, certain brands of cookies, certain brands of soft drinks and ice tea, certain frozen foods and snacks, etc.�
Back home he put the groceries away and then having nothing better to do, other than clean up a bit, he ran the dog off his favorite� chair, opened a beer, and turned on the TV to his favorite porn channel.� The action on the screen was salacious enough, but he really wasn't watching the skank take it up the ass, as he had other things on his mind.� Namely, the last traumatic time he'd had words with Jamie.� Harsh words on both sides.��
She was supposed to be in school, studying to be brain surgeon or something, and he had come into town to meet with a prospective business associate.� Business successfully completed, he and his new client retired to a titty bar to celebrate.� Everything was going smashingly well, a nearly nude young lady was gyrating in his lap, rubbing his face with her bare tits while he gripped and massaged her ripe buttocks.��
"Yeah, I'd fuck that one," the new client said referring to the naked girl dancing on stage.
Jim looked over to him and said, "Well, I'm buying," and went back to having his face titty pummeled.
The man called over the waitress and giving her a twenty, told her to send the dancer to him once she finished her set.
The music stopped and the MC rattled off his spiel about the girl who had just performed and announced the next girl to perform.� Enamored with the pretty red head he was with, Jim asked, "How about you and me going into the back and you giving me a blowjob?"
"Sure, honey," she said.� "I would love to suck your cock for fifty bucks."
"Fifty?� You got it, babe."
The girl was pretty good with her mouth too and Jim felt he'd certainly gotten his fifty dollars worth.� His plan was now to go back to the booth, wait fifteen, twenty minutes, then if the price wasn't too steep, take the red head to the back again and have a nice long fuck.� It was a plan.�
But, getting back to the booth, there was a problem.� The girl who his new client wanted to fuck was giving his client a lap dance. Save for the skimpy thong she still on, she was all but totally nude.� Trouble was, she looked familiar.� Very familiar.� But what could he do?� He certainly couldn't or wouldn't say, "Hey, that's Jamie.� My daughter," or in any way act like he knew the nearly naked girl gyrating in his client's lap, rubbing her big tits into his face while he tried to catch a nipple with his teeth.� No, that wouldn't do, wouldn't do at all.� So he sat there with the redhead, pushing her tits in his face, while his attention was on what was happening next to him.�
Then as she squirmed on the guy for twenty� bucks, Jamie glanced over briefly, only to quickly look back. "Daddy!" she wanted to exclaim, but her daddy had his finger to his lips indicating that she should keep quiet.�
The song over, Jamie bolted from the booth with her skimpy dress in hand.� "Hey, you little whore!" the client called out.� "Come back!� I've got a big hard cock for your pussy!" But she didn't come back.�
"God damn it!" he exclaimed.� "I wanted to fuck that one."
"How about this one?" Jim offered.� "Gives a great blowjob."
"No, I want to fuck that one," he said as he got up and went after her.�
"You don't like me?" the red head indignantly asked Jim.
"Yes, I like you just fine," he answers giving her nip a quick kiss.� "You're pretty and you're fun. But look, darling, we really need to get going," he said slipping her an extra twenty as a tip.
"Okay, honey," she said as she slipped her dress back over her head. "Some other time maybe?"
"Yeah, some other time," he replied.
As the redhead left the booth in search of another twenty bucks or more, Jim saw the client, along with a big black dude, frog marching his Jamie into the back.� A few moments after they disappeared, the black guy came back out, while the client and Jamie stayed.
"Fuck..." muttered Jim knowing what would soon be taking place in the back.� Having no choice but to wait, wait until his client busted his nut in his little girl, Jim had time to consider why Jamie was here at all.�
She was supposed to be in school.� He had sent her money to pay for tuition, room and board, as well a books and had been putting a hundred dollars a week into her checking account for spending money. So what in the hell was she doing here, selling her body to whoever had the money?� Naturally he felt put upon and used, and the more he thought about what a fool he'd been, the angrier he got.
He certainly didn't expect her to be celibate while in college. The girl loved a good dicking too much for that and he should know.� Jamie going off to State U instead of attending the local university was already a contentious issue, but she won out on that one, even though it meant that his bed would now be empty.� Still, he felt that he owed her the opportunity to get out from under his thumb and get out on her own.� It was hard on him, but he did it, confident that he'd find a single mom to warm his bed.�
Yes, he'd done it for her, and here she was whoring herself out to strange men rather than getting the education that he'd paid for.� It was enough to piss off any father, and not just a father who fucked his own daughter and who had been fucking her well before her tits ever sprouted.���
Half an hour later, the client came out from the back.� "Come on, let's get out of here," the new client said as soon as he got into hearing distance of him.� That was fine with Jim.�
As they drove off, the guy was laughing and telling Jim how much he liked his whores to cry and that that one didn't disappoint.� He didn't elaborate other than describe how she howled when he shoved his thick cock into her ass and how she didn't stop howling until he was finished with her. Jim felt sick to his stomach listening to guy relate how he had humiliated and abused his daughter, but what could he do?� Jamie had made her own bed, so to speak, so why should he be penalized by making an issue of it with his client?
Dropping his client off at his office to pick up his car, Jim returned to the strip club and waited outside.� Waited until closing hour.� Waited until Jamie, along with a small gaggle of other whores, came out with the big black guy who had frog marched her off to her debasing with the client.�
Jim reached under the seat, retrieved the handgun he carried for protection and got out of his car.� Approaching the group, Jim called out, "Jamie!� Jamie!"� The little group stopped as Jim approached.� "Jamie, we need to talk."
"That'll cost you, man," the black guy said.
"I want to talk with my daughter, so fuck off!" Jim snarled as he showed his weapon.
"Easy, man, easy," the black pimp said.� "No charge for family," he added palms up and with a grin.
Addressing Jamie, Jim growled, "Get your ass in the car, slut!" He'd never called her a slut before, not in all the years he fucked her cross eyed night after night, and twice on Saturdays and Sundays.
Jamie moved away from the group and moved to her daddy's car. Once inside the car, the yelling began.� He called her a slut whore, a tramp, and worse, while she called him a pervert, a degenerate, and worse.� Somewhere along the line, it came out that she had dropped out of school and had given her school money to Daemon, that Daemon took care of her now and that she hated Jim, hated the very thought of him.� He told her to get out of his car and to never call him for anything.� And she hadn't.� Not until that very afternoon, pleading for his help, as she was pregnant and destitute.�
He thought back to when it had all started between him and Jamie.� She was just eight when his wife and Jamie's mother was killed when a car pulled up next to her and just for the fun of it, shot and killed her. Killed for no reason at all.
Naturally both he and Jamie were very distraught over the matter. It only got worse when no one was ever held to account for his wife's murder, though the cops suspected that it was a gang initiation.� Jamie began having nightmares and sought the comfort of her father's bed.� And once she began that, she never slept in her own bed again.�
He thought of the night that she discovered his hard dick poking out of the fly of his boxers.� Of pretending to be asleep as Jamie toyed with him until he shot off.� Only then did the boxers come off and he began to sleep nude with her.� Soon thereafter, she started coming to bed with him without her nightgown. �Now in the middle of the night, it wasn't just her playing with his dick while he passively lay there in the dark, but he was now running his hands all over her naked body and playing between her legs.� Within six months, he coaxed her into kissing his dick and then sucking him.� He in turn, feasted on her immature sex.� Night after night, they comforted each other and orally pleasured each other.�
A year and half after his wife was killed, he'd had a little too much to drink one night, mounted Jamie and fucked her for the first time.� He felt very guilty about that.� But the second time he fucked, he didn't feel nearly as guilty.� After the third time and she didn't complain, he didn't feel guilty at all. Well before her eleventh birthday, it wasn't just Jim who wanted to fuck, as Jamie now initiated incestuous coitus nearly as often as Jim did.
Her body entered puberty soon after her eleventh birthday and she sprouted tits, tits that grew and grew.� By the time she was twelve and had her first period, Jim had to wonder where she got the genes for such a pair of tits, as his wife wasn't that well endowed; but Jamie, Jamie was out of C-cups and into D-cups. Jim loved wallowing in her big breasts and sucking on her distended nipples, nipples he had regularly sucked on for years.
Knowing it would be soon, Jim had promised that once she began menstruating, that he'd show her something new.� And when that time came, he did show her something new, and took her anally for the first time.
And when she started her period, he put her on birth control.� No one really asked questions why a twelve year old was sexually active.� If they had, they had a story well rehearsed about some boy she'd meet after school and before Jim got home, but no one asked.�
She never had any really close friends.� There was just too much that she couldn't tell anyone, and so she always held back and didn't get too close.� Oh, she had and went on sleepovers now and then, but not regularly.� Her place, she knew, was in her father's bed. In her father's bed, she felt safe; safe and loved.
Of course as she grew older and had begun high school, she started dating.� She quickly got the reputation as an easy girl, one who sucked and fucked on the first date.� As such, Jamie was very popular with the boys, but again, she didn't form any close relationships and never had a steady boyfriend.
Both she and her father knew that things couldn't last between them.� Jim, more so than Jamie.� He was okay with her promiscuousness, after all, he only had himself to blame.� And as high school graduation began to loom on the horizon, plans for college began to be discussed.� Jim wanted her to stay close so they could be together, but Jamie wanted to pursue a degree path that was not offered locally; she needed to go to State U.� Jim thought he owed it to her, the chance to do something on her own, so he agreed.
And now after less than two years, she had dropped out.� Dropped out and was preggo.� 'Shit,' he thought, 'what happened to the birth control?� Why had she stopped taking it?'� She was still on his health insurance, so that couldn't be the reason. And what about her pimp? No doubt he'd been fucking her.� Was this kid his?� Why did he disappear? So many questions...
The next day, Jamie called.� She had gotten the money and would be on the nine PM bus from Appleton.� At nine, Jim was at the bus station.� Right on time the bus from Appleton pulled into the shabby bus station.� As the passengers disembarked, Jim saw his daughter waddle off the bus, her belly bulging with child.�
He greeted her with a hug.� "Hi, baby," he said hugging her.
"Hi, Daddy," she said hugging him back.�
The two awkwardly stood in silence after the greeting, neither knowing what to say to the other while they waited for the luggage to be unloaded.�
"That's mine," she said ,"the pink one."
Jim picked up the rather beat up small pink suitcase.� "Is this all?"
"Yes, Daddy," she replied.
"Where's that nice luggage I gave you for Christmas?"
"Don't ask.� Okay?"
"Well, I am asking," Jim replied tersely.� "I paid a pretty penny for that set."
"Daemon sold it. Said I didn't need any luggage, seeing that I wasn't going anywhere."
"He gave you the money?"
"No, he kept it. Said I didn't need the money.� All I had to do was to do as I was told and he'd take care of the rest."
"So, just how did he end up owning your ass?"
"Shhh, Daddy.� Someone might overhear."
"Yeah, we'll talk about all this once we're home," Jim replied. "So, let's go."
On the way home Jim pressed, "So what happened to this Demon asshole?"
"I don't know. All I know is that one day, this new guy shows up and all the girls moved out of our apartment.� He didn't want me, so I had to stay behind.� I figured that in week� two, Daemon would show up and take me where ever, but he never showed up and... I'm so sorry, Daddy.� I know I've disappointed� and hurt you."
"I hurt you too, sweetheart.� But that's all in the past now.� But I have to ask, how did you become pregnant?"
"Gawd, Daddy, this is going to sound so sordid."
"It can't be any worse than what I already know, so tell me."
"Well, there was this man who offered Daemon a lot of money if he'd let him knock up one of his girls.� I was chosen.� Nobody told me anything, but Daemon switched out my pills for dummies.� Daemon took me out of circulation and he let the guy, and that guy alone, fuck me until I was pregnant.� The man wanted a boy.� I was to carry his kid and then he and his wife would take it once he was born.� But, it was a girl.� They didn't want a girl, so I was discarded.� But it was too late to do anything about an unwanted child and well, here I am."
Pulling up to the house where she was raised, her dad asked her, "Just how did you become a whore?"
"I was already a whore, Daddy.� You saw to that."
"I'm not talking about that.� I talking about selling yourself for money... prostitution.
"Look, we'll discuss this inside."
Inside, Jamie saw the mess that her dad was living in.� "I guess, you're waiting for me to clean this up?" she asked wiry.�
"That's right.� You can do it tomorrow while I'm at work," he replied before taking her little suitcase to his bedroom.
"I guess I'll need to buy you some clothes," he commented from the bedroom. "but there's no rush.� I'll just keep your ass naked until I can get around to it."
Jamie cringed at her father's statement, but what could she do?� She was his to use as he saw fit. He was in many ways, just like Daemon.� It had always been like that, or at least since her mom had died some twelve years before.
"Now, how did you become that black son of bitch's whore?"
"Don't get angry, Daddy. Please don't get angry."
"You think I'm going to take my belt to your ass?"
"Aren't you?"'
"Yeah, but not right now.� Right now I want to know why you became a god damned prostitute."�
�"Well, one of my friends told me about amateur night at the Kit Kat Klub. Said we could win a bunch of money if we won the big prize.� Two hundred dollars, she said.� So I went and I stripped for a bunch of men. �It was fun, all those guys ogling me and throwing money at me on stage.� I felt so alive, so beautiful. I didn't win, my friend won, but I made a ton of tips.� It was just so easy.� So I came back the following week to try and win the big prize. I didn't, but instead, Daemon offered me a job as a regular dancer.
"Of course, I couldn't dance every night, as I had classes, so I began dancing on Friday and Saturday nights.� But of course it wasn't just stripping and dancing on stage, you had to go out and mingle with the crowd, offering lap dances.� That was fun at first, and when someone wanted me to go in the back with them for a price, I didn't hesitate.�
"It was such easy money!� And it was fun.� Daemon wanted me to dance on school nights, and I did.� Not every night, at least not at first, but soon I was.� And of course, Daemon took a slice off everything I made.� My grades began to slide and I decided to take a semester off.� So I moved in with Daemon's other girls, and in doing so, he took total control over me. I hardly ever saw a dime of what I was making.� He told me he was saving it for me, but he was actually stealing it.� Then I saw you in the club and later in the parking lot that night and...
"I'm sorry I said what I did, Daddy.� I didn't mean it, but you were calling me some awful names and I guess we both got too..."
"Okay, that's water under the bridge.� I don't want to talk about that Demon pimp ever again, but maybe you can tell me of some of your adventures in the back room of the Kit Kat. �It'll be like old times when you'd come home from a date and tell me all about what you did that night and I'd jack off on your tits."
"Daddy!"�
Jim laughed.� He was just teasing her and she knew it.
"Gawd, you're so bad!" she giggled.
"You hungry? Want anything to eat?" he asked changing the subject.
"No, I'm okay.� Just tired."
"Want to go to bed?"� She nodded casting her eyes down.
"Very well, but before we get started, I just want you to know that I'm going to fuck you with a rubber until I get you tested and know that you are clean."
He'd never fucked her using a rubber before.� All the Johns at the Kit Kat were required to use rubbers.� Even Daemon used a rubber with his whores just to be safe. And once the man who wanted her to have his baby disappeared, she missed the feeling of a man cumming inside her.� She liked that feeling as it reminded her of her daddy.� And now, Daddy was going to deny her that simple pleasure, but she knew why.� She knew she was clean, but her Daddy didn't.�
Her father began unbuttoning her blouse.� Soon it was lying on the floor.� Jim was pleased to see that the bra hooks were in front as it made it very easy to unhook her, and in doing so, her tits seemed to explode from their confinement.
"Your tits are bigger than I remember," he commented while hefting them with both hands.
"They are bigger, Daddy," she confirmed.� "I'm pregnant."
He tenderly kissed and gently sucked a nipple.� "No milk yet?" he asked releasing her teat.
"My milk won't come in until I have the baby," she explained.� "Then you can have some."
Wallowing his face in his daughter's soft breasts, he said, "God, I miss these tits, baby.� Yeah, we're gonna have fun with these babies..."
Grasping the waistband of her stretchy pants, he peeled them off of her, leaving her in just her panties.� Jim put his hand on her distended belly.� Looking into her eyes he declared, "I can feel her kicking.� You think she knows her mommy's going to get fucked tonight?"
"Maybe.� It's all her mommy's been thinking about all day."
"Let's get rid of these damned panties," he said as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slipped them off.
"Now, how about if you dance for me?"
"Daddy, no.� I look so gross."
"You're not gross, baby.� To me you're beautiful."
"You're just saying that."
"No, it's true.� You have always been beautiful to me."
"Youm just want to see my tits flopping around."
"Okay, you got me there, Jamie.� But let's forget the dancing for the time being and let's get you up in our bed."
Jamie crawled into the bed she had shared with her father since she was a young girl, the bed where they freely made love in up until she went off to State U and became a stripper-whore. Meanwhile, as Jamie watched, Jim disrobed, and when his cock bobbed into view, hard and ready, she was pleased, maybe he really did think she was beautiful.
Climbing nude into the bed, Jim rolled her onto her back and laid on a very unfatherly kiss. In need and near desperation, she kissed him back. For a long moment the two old lovers kissed, each anxious to rekindle the burning lust for each other they had shared for so many years.
Breaking the kiss, her father lowered his head and his lips to her tit while a hand and its fingers sought out her pussy, and finding it, slipped easily into her juicy slippery trench in search of her clit.
Jamie gasped as her father found her love button.� She missed that, missed his fingers driving her passion through the roof.� The Johns didn't do that. The Johns only had one thing on their mind, their own pleasure.� Her daddy, her daddy always thought of her pleasure first.
Jamie's thigh clamped around her daddy's wrist and she shuddered as he brought her off.�� He was unrelenting and kept pushing her and pushing until she thought she might pass out.� No longer able to stand it, she twisted away from her father, and in doing so, removing his fingers from her cunt as she rolled up into a ball.
Patently he waited until she uncoiled, then he rolled her back onto her back.� Climbing over her bulging tummy he straddled her with his knees under her arms and his buttocks lightly touching her breasts.� Gripping the headboard, he rocked forward and stuck his dick in her face.� Like the good whore she was, Jamie eagerly took her father's cock into her mouth.� Her tongue lashed at the male organ even as it began to thrust in and out, using her mouth as an alternate pussy.
"God, that feels so good, baby," he praised as he fucked his daughter's mouth.� "Damn, I miss this.� Fuck, yeah... "
After several minutes of slowly fucking her mouth he felt his balls beginning to boil.� "I'm gonna cum, baby, I'm gonna cum."� Upon hearing this Jamie's tongue went into overdrive.� "Oh, fuck, oh fuck... Ugghhhh!� Uggghhh!� Ugghhh!"�
He stopped thrusting, but Jamie continued sucking his rod as the last pulses of her father's cum were delivered in her mouth. Even as his cock softened in her mouth, she continued to suck on it, lashing the head with her tongue until his glans became so too sensitive and jerking it from her mouth laughing, he rolled away.� Playfully she went after it again.�
"Stop! Stop!" he laughed as he moved out of her reach.� Jamie, her eyes sparkling with mischief, grin up at him.� He in turn, placed the palm of his head on her cheek.� Pulling his hand across her lips, he trailed his fingers across her lips, lips that opened to gently suck on them.
"That was great blowjob, baby," Jim praised.� "Damn, I've missed you sucking my dick."
As he pulled his now wet fingers from her lips she purred, "I'll suck you again, Daddy, whenever you want."
"Yes, you will, won't you?"
Rolling her onto her back again, he moved down the bed, his hand trailing across her tits, her belly and settled briefly on her pussy once again, before he settled between her legs.� At the gentlest touch she lewdly spread her legs to allow him to kiss her inner thighs.� Just having him kissing her thighs made Jamie squirm in anticipation of his tongue slithering up her slit.� It was another thing that none of the Johns ever did, including the man who had paid her pimp to impregnate her.� Live sperm in her unprotected pussy was all he was interested in, that and a blowjob to get hard again for a second go.� But her daddy, her daddy loved to orally please her, and he'd been doing that longer than he had been fucking her.
When the kisses began landing on her vulva, she moaned in anticipation of the pleasure to come.� "Yes, Daddy, yes," she murmured.� He teased her cunt for several minutes, just kissing and nibbling on the skin of outer pussy, increasing her anticipation of...
"Ohhhh!" she moaned loudly as the tongue suddenly came into play, raking slowly up the dewy slit. "Hmmmm," she moaned as the tongue reversed direction and raked down her slit, teasing her, but not penetrating between her outer lips. With the next swipe up, the tip of his tongue penetrated, but only� a fraction of an inch, however the trip back down, the tip sank deeper, parting her inner labia.� Then with the flat of his tongue, he dug into her pussy as he dragged it upwards to her clit.�
"Ooohhhh," she waveringly moaned.� "Ohhhh, yes, Daddy, yes," she intoned as he mashed his tongue into her clit.
He withdrew, and pulling apart her pussy lips with his thumbs, blew a cool breeze on her wet cunt.
"Ohhhhh!" she exclaimed as his warm mouth engulfed her wet sex and his tongue dug into her pussy once again.
Bringing� his fingers into play once again, he ran his middle and index finger up her well used fuck hole,� thrusting her with his fingers as he lapped at her cunt.
He then curled his tongue and sought out her clit, tracing circles around her love bud until her cunt exploded in orgasm.� He felt her pussy grip his fingers as her thighs clamped about his head, trapping him, not that he had any intention of escaping his daughter's orgasmic clutch as her hips twisted side to side.� He could still breathe, so it wasn't a problem staying there tormenting her clit while he attempted to continue thrusting her with his fingers,� making her cum and cum and cum.� And as she� came hard, her pussy juices flowed, juices that her father greedily lapped up before they dripped onto the bedding.
Jim sat up, his face glistening with his daughter's copious moisture, his erection renewed and ready for the main event.
He pushed his wet fingers into her mouth before rolling her onto her side, where Jim spooned into her from behind.� As he jammed a knee between her legs, she lifted her leg and rested it on his hip to give him easy access. Directing his cock to his pregnant daughter's snatch, he swiped the head along her swampy slit, mixing his precum with her copious sex secretions.� With the bulbous head slotted in the maw of her cunt, he pushed, her warm ribbed cunt tunnel surrounding his cock as he easily slid into her. �To both father and daughter, nothing, absolutely nothing, felt better than this.
He paused, balls deep in his daughter's cunt, savoring the surprising tightness of her cunt.� 'Good girl,' he thought, 'you've been doing your kegels.'� He taught her that toning trick years ago and it pleased him that she had continued to keep her pussy toned to deliver a nice snug fuck.���
Slowly he pulled back until just the head of his cock was inside her, then pushed back in.
"Oh, god, Daddy," she murmured.� "That feels so good.� So good.� So good."
"Yes, it does feel good, baby," he honestly replied pausing deep inside her. "From now on, your cunt is mine, and mine alone."
"Yes, Daddy, yes," she whispered.� "Fuck me, Daddy.� I need you to fuck me."
"There's no hurry, baby.� No hurry at all.� We have all night and we have all day tomorrow and tomorrow night. We have all the time we need, baby. All the time we need."
He withdrew slowly and slid back in slowly.� In, out, in, out, they both relished the incestuous copulation.� He took it slow, delighting in the feel of his cock sliding slowly in her cunt.� He didn't just fuck her, he made love to her, and Jamie now knew the difference.
"Fuck me, Daddy.� Fuck me," she urged.
"I'm going to fuck you, alright," he hissed.� "I'm going to fuck you all night."�
He was, of course, boasting.� He was still a virile man with good stamina, but he wasn't as young as he had been.� Back when she was thirteen, he could fuck her all night in this position and some weekends he did.� But as he stroked his cock in her, his pace gradually picked up.� With each trust into his daughter, almost imperceptibly his agenda changed, from fucking her for as long as possible to unloading his balls in her.
"Uh, uh, uh," she grunted just before her cunt clamped down on his cock like a vice grip.� She was cumming again, cumming on his fatherly prong.
"Yeah, bay girl, cum on my cock.� Cum on Daddy's cock,"� he hissed.� It was all too much, and his own orgasm to begin to build and build until he erupted, sperming her properly for the first time in nearly two years.
His balls empty and his cock too soft to continue fucking her, Jim pulled out and rolled onto his back as the echoes of their orgasms continued to reverberate.� Basking in the afterglow of great sex, Jim knew he had just one more thing to do.� Once again he crawled on top her, straddling her chest and lowered his still drooling wet cock to her lips for cleaning.� And as he did so, he remembered... 'The rubber!' He forgot the god damned rubber!
Knowing what was done, was done and there was no taking it back, he accepted the fact that he might have a problem.� "Fuck it!"he said to no one in particular while sticking his limp wet cock into Jamie's face.� "I hate rubbers anyway."
She slurped up the limp cock like it was an overcooked noodle and as she did so he smiled broadly. Suddenly life was perfect again.� 'Jamie's back!'� he thought gleefully.� 'Jamie's home!'
THE END
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