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“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.
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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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