Dirty Erotic Oneshots - Mistress_ Red (books to read now txt) 📗

for the first time.

"Holy shit! I'm going to give you just a half hour to stop that," I whispered to him jokingly, and then I lay my head back, enjoying the new sensations.

Dad was as good at licking pussy as he was at kissing, although now that I think about it there is some crossover between those skills. He alternated between flicking my clit with his tongue, dipping his fingers into my pussy, and then swapping so his tongue was in my puss while his fingers manipulated my love button. He made me cum on his tongue within a few minutes.

"Uh...uh...uh..." I moaned as I came down from the orgasm. Okay, now I was going to suck him...

...off! Dad was between my legs in a flash, kissing me. No...I had to stop this...

I stopped the kiss. "Cam..." I said softly, "Let me suck you off, okay?"

I could feel his hard cock at the entrance to my vagina. A small part of me wanted him to push it in.

He did. "Oh!" I gasped, not expecting him to actually do it. He didn't want a blowjob. Oh no!

Due to his saliva and the lubrication produced by my orgasm, Dad's cock slipped into me easily. Within a few thrusts his cock was buried all the way inside me again. 

He resumed kissing me as he thrust into me again and again. His hands moved to my breasts, kneading and lightly pinching the nipples. Damn my boobs! Why did they have to feel so good when he did that? I passionately returned his kisses. I could feel another orgasm coming on.

I whispered to him, "Please...I don't...I don't want to get pregnant."

Upon hearing this Dad made an animal sound. He grabbed my legs and bent them back. I didn't think it was possible, but he managed to hook them over his shoulders! I was now bent in two and, oh God, his cock actually felt even deeper than it had ever been before!

"Nooo..." I moaned as he started thrusting harder, faster. I couldn't move, trapped under his body as he used mine as a surrogate for Mom's. I suddenly remembered the occasional comment from Dad over the years that it was too bad he and Mom couldn't have a baby due to her operation. I had said the exact wrong thing when trying to get him to stop!

I was having trouble breathing in this position. Dad was nibbling my neck now, his own breath ragged as he rammed his hard cock into me repeatedly. It hit the end of me again and again, knocking at the door to my womb, the pain of the assault on my cervix somehow combining with the pleasure of his incredibly hard member as it slid effortlessly into me, bumping my clit on each thrust.

I felt the energy build from deep within me, expanding outward from my deepest recesses. My breathing rate increased as I gasped, my hips shaking, my body laid open to my handsome, sexy, sleepwalking lover as he took me.

"No...noo..." I moaned. This was the absolute worst time of the month for him to cum inside me, but I was pinned! Daddy was going to cum inside me and make me pregnant! He was going to put his baby in my belly, and there was nothing I could do...

...other than to try to wake him up...but that could kill him!

These perverse, forbidden thoughts bounced about in my head as Daddy rammed his primed babymaker into me again and again, the pleasure he was forcing on me messing with my thought processes. There was a part of me that wanted this, wanted both of us to cum, and fuck the consequences.

That part won out. The buildup of energy within me culminated in a supernova of pleasure. I cried out as I came on my stepfather's cock, shaking uncontrollably under him as he continued to piston into my unprotected and definitely fertile body.

My orgasm set off Dad's. He grunted, his cock expanding inside me. It was now a battering ram against my baby gate, and that gate would not hold. I felt the rush of heat within me, as his rich, sperm-filled semen inundated the deepest part of my vagina, and it only made me cum harder.

My cervix opened and closed, kissing the tip of Dad's cock as we came again and again. Hot, potent cum splashed against the entrance to my uterus, some of the spurts shooting straight through. The excess pooled all around my cervix as it spasmed, trying to draw all of the dangerous sperm that it could find into my defenseless womb.

 

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I woke suddenly, not realizing where I was. Someone was on top of me, their cock in my pussy! My initial panic quickly subsided as I realized that I must have passed out from my last orgasm, and Dad must have fallen asleep after...

...after he...oh God...

Dad's cock was keeping all of his seed inside my very fertile pussy. My legs had managed to slip out from under him but the rest of me was still stuck. I swear I could feel his semen dripping through my cervix and into my uterus as we lay there.

"Dad- er, Cam, honey," I said into his ear. "I need to go pee."

Dad grunted and rolled to the side, his softening penis slipping from inside me as it did so. Once again I experienced the feeling of emptiness. My body seemed to want his cock to stay inside it. 'Bad body!' I said to it.

In the bathroom I sat on the toilet for several minutes trying to get any of Dad's cum to drip out. Barely anything did. His swimmers were going for the gold, it seemed.

I was going to get pregnant! A LOT of Dad's sperm were right now deep inside my healthy teen reproductive system, looking for the egg I knew was either already there or soon would be.

Images from a movie in health class went through my head. I envisioned some of Dad's sperm finding my egg, not caring that it was his stepdaughter's, and attacking it, digging in with their little spermy heads. Soon, one would win out, piercing the layers and injecting that DNA load to mix with my own.

I gasped, a little orgasm running through me. My nipples were hard. I rubbed my belly lovingly. Whatever happens, happens, I told myself.

I grabbed my clothes and then went back to my own bed.

 

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I slept in the next morning, since it was the weekend. Stacy slipped into my room to ask about what had happened the previous night but I didn't say anything beyond that I had put Dad back to bed. She looked unconvinced and I wondered if she had actually heard us fucking. I didn't ask though.

That afternoon I found Dad on the couch watching TV. I curled up in his lap, something that I hadn't done in years.

"Everything okay, sweetie?" he asked, putting his arms around me.

"Just hold me, please?" I whimpered.

He did. Even though I was in his lap and I could feel his penis under me, it didn't stir. This was a completely different man from the one who had been fucking me at night.

 

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I went to bed that night without clothes, as I had done prior to the whole sleepwalking thing. I didn't want Dad to try going after Stacy again.

Unfortunately, this meant that I didn't have anything I could use to delay his advances. I had been tired all day and when I went to bed I had conked out quickly and slept soundly.

I dreamt of a faceless man slipping his cock into me as I slept, filling me up with his seed and not caring that I was unprotected and fertile.

When I started to wake up Dad had already gotten his cock inside me and was sliding it in and out vigorously. My sleepy brain was flooded with pleasure from the dream and a real fuck that was already halfway through.

I was lying on my back with my knees up. Dad was lying on his side under my knees, sawing his cock into me and holding one of my thighs for leverage. The fingers of his other hand were expertly manipulating my clit. I was already well on my way to orgasm. 

It felt so good! My nipples were very hard and I started to pinch them as he pleasured me with his wonderful dick. I squeezed my breasts, a mixture of pleasure and pain hitting me as I realized that they were kind of sore.

Dad's breathing rate increased, as did his thrusting. I was getting close to cumming as well.

'Wait,' I thought, 'wasn't there a reason that we shouldn't be doing this?'

But it felt so good, so right! I started to roll my hips, trying to get his cock to scrape along my g-spot as he thrust into me. 'Yes, there!' Dad's cock hit the right spot and I gasped, pinching my nipples harder. A flitting thought crossed my mind: 'Why are my boobs sore?'

'Because I'm ovulating!' came the response.

'Oh yeah...this feels so good...'

'Don't let him cum inside you! You'll get pregnant!'

'Mmm, a baaaby...' I replied dreamily. I was so close...

'We don't want to make a baby with Daddy!'

'I'm probably already pregnant from last night, so what's one more load? It's going to feel so gooooood...'

Dad jammed his cock into me hard, holding it as deep as possible as he grunted. As his hot cum shot deep inside me it set off my own orgasm, silencing the voice of reason. My spasming channel urged the seed from my stepfather's cock, drawing it as deep as possible inside my welcoming reproductive system.

 

 

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When I awoke in the morning Dad was gone and I realized that something had changed inside me. I felt fantastic, energized and happy. I considered this, and then my blood ran cold as I realized the probable cause.

I quickly jumped onto the Internet and searched 'what does conception feel like'. Sure enough, women described feeling full of energy, their boobs being sore, and a sensation like their uteruses were bruised.

Yes, it did kind of feel bruised in there, but given how my cervix had been assaulted for the last couple of days that was understandable.

I looked at my belly. Schrodinger's baby is in there or not, I thought.

 

 

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My period didn't arrive, of course, and I had morning sickness for several days. I bought a pregnancy test shortly after that and it confirmed what I had already guessed: I was carrying my stepfather's baby.

Dad still fucked me almost every night. I didn't deny him, since I was already pregnant. It's not like I could get *more* pregnant. By this point I was addicted to his cock too.

I finished out the school year and graduated with B honors. My tummy hadn't started to show yet, so I looked great in the yearbook.

During the summer, though, I started to fill out and it was difficult to hide because of the heat. Everyone was wearing shorts and tight t-shirts and there I was wearing big, baggy clothes.

Finally, I couldn't hide it any longer and Dad asked me if I was pregnant. Crying, I said yes.

"Whose is it?" he asked. "You haven't been hanging out with any guys for months, as near as I can tell."

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