Author: Dayvid Notellin (
dnt_x-asstr@yahoo.com
)
Title: Problem Solving 1
Part: 1
Summary: When Michelle tells
her father she's been knocked up - by an older man - things get... interesting
at home!
Keywords: Mf(14),
Inc
Date: 07/17/2016
Michelle: Daddy we need to
talk. Serious.
The text worried Mike. It
wasn't like his daughter to "cry wolf", so it probably was
important, at least to her. Problem at school? She'd been doing well enough,
grade-wise. Maybe she got into a fight with another student or something.
Hopefully nothing as serious as she thought - he didn't have a clue where to
hire a sitter if she was temporarily suspended, and he didn't think fourteen
was old enough to spend whole days at home alone, though she'd doubtless
disagree.
Actually, she probably could
be trusted "home alone". Michelle was pretty mature for her fourteen
years. She'd had to grow up fast and early when her mother had passed away when
she was ten. Ever since then, he'd been doing his best to raise her as a single
father, and he was pretty sure he'd fucked up plenty. The fact that she turned
out so well was far more a testament to her intelligence and good heart than it
was to his parenting skills.
Well enough worrying. He'd been
fretting since he got the text around three, and had stressed over it all the
drive home and the wait after. Michelle's mother had instigated a rule - any
serious matters would be discussed no less than an hour after dinner, so
everyone would have a fully tummy and would have time to de-stress from the
day. She was a wise woman, and Mike had kept that rule. So he'd come home,
showered, made dinner, made idle conversation about inconsequential subjects
with her, ate dinner, and they were in the living room watching TV.
Finally, the time arrived.
Michelle had tried to be calm, but had seemed a little nervous since she'd got
home from her after-school time with her friend Becka.
But she'd gone through her own shower-change-eat-mellow routine, knowing it'd
be pointless to try to start early. When he clicked the TV off, she sat up,
ready to begin.
She really did look more
mature than fourteen. Part of that was her posture, part her demeanor. At
5'3", she was about average height, but her excellent posture made her seem
taller, more poised. She had her mother's long, straight blonde hair as well as
her clear blue eyes. And she was starting to get her mother's curves as well.
Like her mom, she was slim, with a high, firm butt, but she had yet to develop
much upstairs. Her mother had had a full, though not overly full chest,
high and with perky nipples that she loved to share with the world by going
braless whenever she could, which was most of the time. Michelle had the
nipples too - he'd seen her braless often enough! But of course, the school
made her hide that aspect of her body. Pity.
"So what's up hon?"
he asked, sipping his tea. "Something serious you said? First of all, are you
okay?"
"Uh, sure. I guess,"
she answered uncertainly. That was odd in itself. Usually she was pretty
straight-forward. She shrugged. "I mean, I am so far..."
"So far?" He lifted
one eyebrow. What the hell did that mean? "Okay cherub, spit it out. You
know tough stuff's easier if you just puke it up and deal with the cleanup
after."
This made her giggle for a
second, which seemed to help her muster her courage. She took a deep breath and
without looking him in the eye said in a voice a lot softer than he'd expected
after that deep breath, "Daddy, I'm pregnant."
Cleanup was the immediate word,
as Mike's teacup crashed to the ground. Fortunately, it didn't break on the
carpet, but it still meant an interruption while he grabbed a towel and patted
up the spill. Then he took another few badly-needed minutes to get his mind
around the announcement by making another cup of tea before returning to the
living room.
"Okay," he said,
sitting down. Her face was pink but she continued to sit straight. She seemed
more embarrassed than ashamed - an attitude he privately applauded. One should
be embarrassed by one's mistakes, but not let such mistakes fuck with one's
self-esteem. "So," he said, proud of himself for sounding so calm.
"Guess we'll need to work it out somehow. First of all, I guess, are you
planning on getting married, or having an abortion, or giving the child up for
adoption, or what?" He tried to cover all options in one statement,
sticking to his principle of throwing it all out there and dealing with the
details afterward. He figured he knew the answer, but he'd always been very clear
that she made decisions about her own body - nobody else had that right.
"Oh, I'm keeping it,"
she said so matter-of-factly that it brooked no discussion. It was what he'd
expected anyway, but the was she said it troubled him.
"I? Not we?"
"Uh, now. He's gone."
"Gone?"
"Left town." She
looked decidedly more nervous now.
"Left town? What'd he do,
run away from home? If so, he'll likely be back in a few days. Not many
run-aways actually escape."
"Uhm, not exactly,"
Michelle said, sipping her own soda. "He uh, just left." Her cheeks
were definitely pink now, and ever the tips of her ears were coloring.
"I... see..." Mike
said, mulling it over. Maybe the kid had a car. Michelle was fourteen; it
wouldn't be unusual for her boyfriend to be old enough to drive. "Still,
even if he has a car, they'll find him. Probably faster actually. License
plates, y'know. We'll just call his parents and get the ball rolling."
She looked down. "Uh, no
daddy." She was using her scared-mouse voice. "He... he's not a m-minor."
Were those tears brimming in
her eyes? Damn, he didn't need her breaking down before he had all the details.
He backed off and offered some support. "Okay honey," he said, trying
to keep the anger out of his voice. "We'll work it out, don't worry. And
don't think for one little minute that this means you'll be getting out of
school!"
That worked. The sudden
unexpected change of tack wiped out the self-pity and fear. "What?"
she asked, shaking her head.
"Honey, the reason teen pregnancy
is so awful is that in most cases, the mother doesn't finish school. That
typically means she can't start a decent career and so it messes up her whole
life. Damned if I'm gonna let that happen to you. Whatever happens, you will
finish school, even if I have to babysit the kid myself so you can do so. Got
it? No daughter of mine is going to raise a kid while flipping burgers
for a living!"
She almost smiled at that. She
had plans on becoming a Vet, and knew how important school was. More important,
his statement told her she was welcome under his roof, even with a kid. She
seemed to be breathing again, always a good sign. "Kay daddy," she
said, then she actually did smile, though it was a bashful one.
So this guy wasn't a minor.
Fucking pedophile! Then again, Mike wasn't sure where the line was drawn,
legally. He could be only four years older than her and be an
"adult". He thought he'd read somewhere that three years was the
limit when the "magic eighteen line" was crossed though. Not
surprising that he'd fled though, if he was going to land in jail for sleeping
with Mike's daughter.
They'd had "the talk"
when Michelle was twelve, and he'd found out then that it was totally
unnecessary - at least from an information perspective. She'd already known the
fundamentals, and he'd just given her a few more details. He'd also explained
that if she was going to participate in sexual practices, she had to be
careful not to get pregnant. He'd even gone so far as to lay in a supply of
condoms, explaining their use and why. A few had disappeared over the next
couple of years, though if it was for her own use, he didn't know. He hadn't
inquired, but had replaced the missing ones.
And like any father, he did
worry about it from time to time. But he wasn't the type to try to
"shame" her or ask her for one of those ridiculous "chastity
contracts" some of the backwards folk tried. In all of history abstinence
had never worked - he didn't expect is daughter to be an exception. And he sure
as hell wasn't going to risk alienating her.
Still, she had got
caught after all, and now they had to deal with it. "So okay, the father's
gone. Maybe he'll show up after you're eighteen, maybe not. We shouldn't count
on it though. So we'll have to deal with this ourselves. Thoughts?"
The way he kept saying
"we" seemed to really help Michelle and she tackled it like an actual
problem, not a moral issue, which was Mike's intention. "Well, I guess
I'll have to get a job..."
"No. I'll support you and
the child. Next issue."
She actually did smile.
"Daddy, I have to help out!"
"Not till you finish
school. And college. Don't worry, we'll be fine money-wise. Heck, I'll adopt
the kid if necessary, and get a nanny if need be."
She practically beamed at this,
then burst out laughing. "You want to be the father of your daughter's
child? Daddy!"
It was his turn to
blush. She'd known what he meant! But it showed her "fighting spirit"
was returning as she tackled the issue, so he let it slide. "Back on task
honey. You'll need a tutor when you start showing - unless you want
everyone in the school to know you're knocked up."
She grinned. "I'd be very
popular! All the guys will know I put out!"
He shot back, "Yeah, and
they won't have to worry about knocking you up either, right?"
Now that the ice was
well-broken, and she knew she wasn't in trouble - or rather, in trouble and her
father would help her with the trouble - they discussed planning and the
future, even tossing around some baby names. The discussion went on for a while
before Mike once more brought up the touchy subject of the missing father.
"So... If the father
returns, say after you're eighteen and legal to marry...?"
"Won't happen daddy,"
Michelle said with certainty.
"How do you know honey?
Some men are honorable, and most men want to play a part in their children's
lives. Don't you want him involved?"
"It's not that
daddy," she said. Her cheeks were turning pink again, but she blurted it
out. "He's married." Her eyes dropped to the floor.
WHAT? He didn't shout out the
question - that was only in his mind, but he was sure his eyes bulged. She'd
been sleeping with a married man? Holy shit! So it probably wasn't a kid from
the local college, as he'd expected. It was his turn to bite the bullet and
blurt out the tough question. It was important.
"Uh honey? You know I love
you more than life itself, right? And I'd never judge you - well, no more than
I have to. But... married? Seriously?"
"I know daddy," she
said softly. "I'm sorry. I didn't know he was married until after... we,
uh... did it a few times."
Ah, so he was one of those
types. Cheating on his wife, not telling the one he's fooling around with that
he's married. "I see honey. Well, lesson learned right? Next time you'll
know better."
She looked up hopefully,
looking into his eyes and relaxing as she saw the sincerity there. "Yes
daddy, I dang sure will!"
"That's my girl," he
grinned, but he was dying of curiosity on one point, and it seemed the best
time to ask. "So... your friend. Just how old was he anyway? Married, I'm
guessing he wasn't in college?"
Her face turned a deeper pink
than he'd ever seen, and she muttered something under her breath, looking hard
at her feet. Clearly this was a touchy subject! Mike steeled his nerves and
asked softly, "I'm sorry honey, I didn't catch that..."
"Thirty-six," she
said more clearly.
THIRTY FUCKING SIX? He didn't
scream, though the words fought to escape his head into the open air. Hell, he
was thirty-six! His daughter had been sleeping with - or at least fucking - a
man his own age! Jesus, what kind of pedophile, pervert, fuckhead,
cheating, manipulative, fucking asshole was this guy? How could he even want
a girl so obviously underage? He'd better skip down and never come back,
or he'd find a shotgun shoved his ass, and not for a shotgun wedding!
He'd sooner have his daughter marry a rabid wolverine than...
"Daddy!" Michelle
sounded worried, and he looked up. She was looking at him with a concerned
expression, and he realized she'd been calling his name several times - he just
couldn't hear it from the ringing in his ears. His face felt hot, and his hands
were cramped from gripping the arms of the chair so hard. Michelle pulled out
her phone. "I'm calling 911 daddy!"
That shocked him out of it, and
he croaked out, "No honey, I'm okay." She looked skeptical, so he
forced himself to take several long, slow breaths. The oxygen worked its magic
and he felt himself calming a bit. Dubiously she put her phone down, watching
him closely. She'd obviously thought he was having a stroke or something, and
the way his face tingled, he thought he'd probably looked like he was going to
explode.
He continued to fight for
control for a few minutes, even going so far as to sip his tea, though with
shaking hands. Eventually though, he did achieve a measure of calm, and
Michelle's worried expression smoothed.
When he felt he could speak
again, he tried to explain. "I'm sorry honey. It's just that... he's so
much older than you are. Hell, he's the same age as me!"
"I know daddy,"
Michelle said, though she didn't seem ashamed of it.
"Sweetie, it's one thing
to like older men, but... I mean, that's more than twice your age!"
"How come it's wrong to
have a boyfriend twenty-two years older than you when you're fourteen, but it's
okay to have a girlfriend thirty years younger than you when you're
sixty?" she asked, matter-of-factly. "Seems unfair!"
He wasn't even sure how to
address that. "Well, for starters, I'm not sure we can call him your
'boyfriend' exactly..." he said by way of diversion.
But Michelle seemed to be
feeling righteously indignant, and pressed the point. "Of course we were
daddy! He and me went out on dates, and everything!" She giggled
mischievously. "Most people thought I was his daughter though, that's true
enough, even when I dressed up to look older. You know I can look older daddy;
you've seen me in makeup." That was true enough. She'd always been
interested in the theatre and had started summer camps and classes along that
line at an early age. So she could do some amazing things with makeup. It
occurred to him that this guy might be excused for hitting on her if she was
out with her friends playing in "grown up" mode.
"Uh, honey? Did you...
trick him?"
"Not on purpose!" she
declared defensively. "We were just playing and went to the mall, made up
and acting older..."
"You were trying to sneak
into an R movie, weren't you!" he accused, and saw instantly that it was
true. It wasn't the first time, and that was mostly his fault. He had no
problem with her watching such things, and she'd been busted once, a couple of
years ago. Apparently she'd cleaned up her game and could pull it off now.
"So he thought you were at
least seventeen, and hit on you."
"Yes daddy," she
confirmed. "And he was really nice, sweet, and an amazing
kisser!" She blushed a little bit at that, seeing his expression, and
hurried on. "Anyways, he thought I was eighteen and so... well..."
Mike thought about it. These
days many, if not most women kept themselves hairless down there, so when they
got that far, the guy wouldn't have been put off either. Small tits? Lots of
girls had small breasts. And if she was enjoying the attention, and wanted to
do more - especially if he was a good kisser, maybe she got worked up and
didn't want to ruin it by confessing she was only fourteen. Michelle wouldn't
be the first girl to have landed an older man that way.
Still, it boggled his mind.
While he'd known his little girl was sexually active - or at least, he'd suspected
she was - the idea of her being with a man his own age was somehow...
disquieting. Plus, there was something else she'd said that really bothered
him.
"So most people thought
you were his daughter?" he asked, feeling somehow nervous, though he wasn't
sure why.
"Uh huh," she said,
her eyes bright with mischief. "It was so funny!"
"And you didn't
mind?"
"No daddy, in fact, that
made it even funner! Like when they'd see us
kissing!"
Mike imagined that was true.
Seeing a man his age with a young girl like Michelle, people would naturally
assume she was his daughter, and would be freaked out if they kissed like
lovers! But what was more... interesting... was that Michelle seemed to find it
amusing, though the look in her eyes didn't make it feel like
"entertaining" was the right word. He was starting to suspect that it
was no accident that this man was exactly the same age as himself. He
had to know.
"So honey, when the man
acted like your daddy," he used the word intentionally, noting the way her
eyes lit up when he did so, "and he kissed you like a lover." another
intentional word choice. "Did that make you feel..."
"Horny as heck
daddy!" she said, confirming his worst fear. Worse, he noted that even
talking about it seemed to be having an effect on the young lady. She was, as
she often was at home, braless. And her nipples were becoming obviously erect.
Too, her eyes were getting a definite aroused look, her cheeks that softer pink
which indicates arousal rather that then darker, embarrassment shade. Fuck.
Mike was only human, and it was
difficult to be sitting so close to such a lovely, sexy young lady who
was in a state of obvious arousal, without reacting himself. Worse, he too
seemed to find the idea of a man and his daughter "kissing like lovers"
interesting - he couldn't get the image out of his head. Was he getting turned
on by his own daughter? Fuck, how the hell was he going to get out of this
mess?
He didn't really have a choice.
"Daddy?" Michelle asked in that softer voice she used when she wanted
something. "Am I a bad girl daddy?" she asked, blinking as if she was
going to start crying.
Daughters have a near-magical
ability to wrap their fathers around their little fingers. They achieve this
ability at the ripe old age of "birth" and it never truly diminishes.
Most use it for evil gains like toys, chocolate cake, or even ponies. Michelle
had never done that sort of thing. So as a result, Mike had never really built
up a resistance to that magic. Seeing her there, beautiful, forlorn, and
aroused - it hit him with a triple punch that punched through his defenses in
much the same way that Mike Tyson punches through tissue paper.
"Oh honey, no..." he
said, reaching over and drawing her into his arms. His intention was to comfort
her, but she flowed so smoothly, so eagerly into his embrace, that when
she continued, tilting her head upward, he didn't even think. He bent to kiss
her as his arms wrapped around her.
Michelle didn't hesitate. Her
slippery little tongue slid out, and Mike didn't have time to think about it.
Suddenly he wasn't holding his daughter, he was holding a passionate,
beautiful, eager woman in his arms - one who was kissing him like a
woman, and he reacted like a man. His mouth opened, and their tongues entwined.
He found that she did in fact
know how to kiss - quite well in fact! He could barely hold his own as her
tongue sought his out playfully, twirling around, exploring his mouth, plumbing
his depths. Like any good kiss, it was a rush, exciting. Exhilarating. It honestly
didn't even occur to him that it was his daughter he was kissing. The kiss
lasted forever, and was over too soon, and when he came back to earth, Michelle
was there, her arms around his neck, straddling him and looking radiantly
happy, her eyes huge and all of four inches away.
He found that somehow his hands
had moved from around her shoulders to one on her back, one on her exquisitely
firm ass, the tips resting in the crease. He started to move it away, and she
grabbed it, pressing it firmly back in place, grinning hugely. "Oh daddy,
you do love me after all!"
"What?" he sputtered,
the question so outrageous it caught him completely off guard. "Of course
I love you honey!"
"I love you too daddy,
more than anything!" the fourteen-going-on-twenty-year-old said
happily, and suddenly they were kissing again, if anything, even more
intimately than before. And then she was tugging his polo shirt upward. Then
she had it off, and her hands were on his chest, touching him. Her fingers were
small, light, cool, and knowledgeable. This was no "innocent little
girl" - this was a woman. An experienced woman, who was
doing her utmost to arouse the man she wanted.
And she was succeeding
beautifully. Mike noticed his erection swelling further - it'd been growing for
some time apparently - and Michelle was grinding down on it like she knew just
what to do with it. His foggy brain admitted that she did know just what
to do with it - she couldn't have got knocked up otherwise! For a moment he
actually envied the guy who'd knocked up his little girl! Then he felt a pang
of how wrong that thought was. And then the desire for her washed that
away. Hell, someone else his age had fucked her, why shouldn't he? It
wasn't like he had to worry about knocking up his daughter!
"Honey, I can't!" he
panted, pulling his mouth from hers in one final bid for reason.
But he'd underestimated her
again. As he pulled back to look her in the eye, he saw that she'd removed her
own shirt as well, and he was lost. Her cute, small, perfect little breasts,
with the most succulent, beautiful nipples filled his vision and his mind. They
seemed to be growing as he watched, but then he found they weren't - Michelle
was raising up, bringing one to his mouth.
It was ambrosia. The flesh was
warm, smooth, slipping between his lips like it belonged there. A surge of
desire rushed through him as he suckled and her gasp of pleasure echoed deep
into his animal-brain. This girl was ready! He was ready too! His cock
felt aflame, straining upward, stretching his shorts as his daughter lifted
herself to feed him her nipple. It was like his manhood was seeking her
womanhood! And her continuing gasps of pleasure, her hands in his hair, tugging
his ears, her coos and cries as he worked her sensitive nipple and breast with
his mouth - they all contributed to the next failed decision point.
"Oh God daddy! I've wanted
this forever!" she cried happily. "Fuck me daddy, pleeease fuck me! I need you inside me so bad!"
He didn't - couldn't - think.
His hands peeled his shorts down, his cock sprang up, smacking her in the
gusset, making her "Yipe!" Then she giggled
- since when did giggles sound so fucking sexy? - and she rose up to her
feet, still straddling him on the sofa. With one smooth motion, she slid her
own shorts and panties off, and suddenly he was confronted by a perfectly bare
- baby-bare pussy. Either she hadn't started growing hair yet, or she waxed.
Either way, he found he was mesmerized. Her pussy was perfect. Not only
that, it was familiar. He'd seen her cunny a million times, changing
her, bathing her, and had never noticed how sexy it was. How could he
have missed it?
Possibly it was that it'd never
been so close to his mouth before. Or maybe it just never smelled so delicious
before. But it did now. She was a woman in heat and he was a very
aroused man. He was going to fuck her - no doubt about that - but he just had
to have a taste first!
His hands slid up her legs,
making her wiggle and gasp with pleasure, then cupped her ass cheeks - more
sexy giggles - and finally used that grip to pull her to him. His lips met her
labia, his tongue slid into her slit, and met there the sweetest flavour the greatest chefs of all time would kill to
reproduce. He pressed himself more fully to her, his nose digging into her
cleft as his tongue sought the source of that delicious taste. Finding it,
though the angle wasn't good, he managed to slip the tip of his tongue into her
finding her soaking wet, and so hot she felt molten on his tongue.
More than anything he would
have loved to plant her on his face and eat her deeply, but Michelle was
needing more than the tip of his tongue. "God daddy! Oh shit I need your
cock so bad! Please let me down!" He realized that he'd lifted her somewhat
to get a better angle, and he lowered her till she regained her footing, then
eased off as she lowered herself.
Ever the gentleman, he was
about to ask if she was sure, when she looked him dead in the eye and said in a
very serious tone, "And don't you dare ask me if I'm sure! I've
wanted this for years!"
This revelation, which should
have put him off, had the opposite effect. Everyone likes to be wanted, and he
wanted to give his little girl everything she wanted. So instead of saying
anything, he just helped guide her down, down, until he felt the heat of her
pussy against the tip of his cock.
He had to remind himself once
again - she wasn't a little girl. She'd done this before. With a man. She'd be
fine.
"Besides," she said with
a toothy grin, "if you're going to adopt my baby, you'll be the daddy,
right? And I'll be the mommy! So it's only right that we should do this,
right?"
Some logic, you just can't
argue with. Not that he could anyway. His brain was overcome with the exquisite
pleasure of her hot, wet, exquisitely tight pussy pressing down, the
head of his cock suddenly popping in, and then the warm, tight sheath engulfing
him, body and soul.
Michelle sank, slowly, inch
after inch of her father's cock penetrating her, sinking into her, filling her,
stretching her, lighting her with the fire of pleasure she loved and longed
for. She rose, giving the juices of her pussy a chance to coat his cock, and
sank further, deeper. Another rise, and another fall and she was down, her
puffy labes pressing down on her father's crotch. She had it! She had her
father's cock inside her! And it was better than she'd ever dreamed!
After savoring the pleasure of
their join for several moments, they kissed. This kiss was slower, deeper, less
impassioned and more intimate than before. It was the kiss of lovers.
Not of fuck-buddies, but that indescribable first kiss where two people who
love each other deeply find themselves joined in every possible way. Slow,
languid, it transcended time and space, ages, relations. It was the truest
yin-and-yang, the pinnacle of human achievement.
Michelle pulled back, tears of
join filling her eyes as they gazed into one another's souls for another long
moment. But the need they both had had only been forestalled, not
banished. Mike's hands, still on her ass cheeks, squeezed. She smiled in
response, and together they lifted her the slightest bit.
The pleasure was indescribable.
Both gasped, and she dropped - another gasp of pleasure. And then it was on.
Like a couple that'd been together for years, they had an instinctive, intimate
knowledge of each other, and their love-rhythm was perfect. Gradually the
strokes extended, growing longer. Each rise made Michelle cry with the loss of
the fullness she loved so much inside her. Each drop made her gasp with fresh
amazement of just how big daddy's cock felt inside her! Likewise, Mike
couldn't believe his little girl could even fit it all inside - but she did so
with a perfection the finest glove maker could only envy. She was perfect
for him, and the sight of her was brain-numbingly beautiful. Her cheeks were
rosy, her nipples matching. Two twin peaks his mouth watered for, found on the
up-strokes, and lost again when she plummeted back down, mashing his balls with
her soft cunny.
The pace quickened gradually
but steadily, the couple needing no words, their gasps and growls of pleasure
more than adequate. Michelle's pussy thrummed with her pleasure, rising to a
crescendo that threatened to dislodge her as her legs quivered and shook with
each climax. But her daddy had her, and she knew she was safe. Little girls are
never safer than when they're in daddy's arms! And so she was able to
let herself go to a degree she never could before. Her body shook, jerked,
spasmed, and relaxed, beginning the climb to the next climax.
Mike, on the other hand, fought
not to cum. To see his little girl cumming was ab-so-lutely
the most beautiful thing in the universe, and he
wanted to see it again and again. It filled him with joy to give her such
pleasure, and somehow, with pride that she could cum so well, and so often! And
every single climax seemed more amazing, more perfect than the
last.
But all good things come to an
end, and Mike couldn't hold back forever. Finally he had to speak, as his
daughter continued to ride him like a cowgirl.
"Gonna. Cum. Soon. Baby.
Girl..." he panted out, grunting the words with each slam of her amazing
cunny on his turgid member. "Gonna fill you with cum!"
"Oh fuck daddy!
Yes! Yes! Fill me up! Shoot your cum into me daddy! I
want to feel it! I need it daddy! I want it so much! Give me your cum daddy!
Gimme it nowww!" She was practically screaming
at the end, as yet another of those amazing climaxes was ripping up her spine
and out her mouth.
"OH FUCK YES!" he
screamed back. "OH FUCK HONEY! HERE IT COMES! GOD I LOVE YOU!" It was
true too. All of it. His heart and body were completely united in the moment of
climax, as he launched an amazing volley of hot cum-shots into his little girl.
With each blast, she squealed as she felt it pulse into her, building her
climax, pushing it even higher, until as his last long groan of completion rang
out, she grinded down on him with all her might, her cum-filled pussy stretched
full of him in every way, and she came the championship climax of all time,
driving her over the brink of bliss into a whole new realm of joy, her body
spasming, twitching, jerking, as her father kept her safe and secure, planted
on his pillar.
After returning to earth, they
spent a good bit of time cuddling, touching each other, and enjoying their
newfound intimacy. And when the time came, they each showered and went to bed
in their own rooms. Without discussion, they understood that, while they were
lovers now, they were also still father and daughter, and would need their own
space as well.
Mike lay in bed, looking at TV -
not watching it. His mind was too far blown to pay any attention to the show,
whatever it was.
Meanwhile, in her room,
Michelle was making a call.
"Hiya Becka?"
"How'd it go?" her
friend asked.
"Perfect!" she
giggled. "You're a genius! I'd have never thought getting pregnant
would get him to fuck me!" Michelle was giddy.
"Hee
hee!" Becka laughed.
"I just wish I could be there when you tell him you made the whole thing
up!"
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