My name is Emily Pike. I'm 24 years old. I'm 5'3 110 lbs. I live in Vermont. I'm going to tell a story of how my life, once destroyed, turned out for the better.
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2018
It was my weekend to stay at my dad's house. After the divorce, my mom had full custody of me, with my daddy, Peter, only getting me every other weekend, and certain holidays.
It was a delightful respite from the ever ensuing chaos, that is my mom. When she left daddy for her current husband, I was devastated. I hated, rather still hate, mom for leaving him for Jeff. No, daddy isn't filthy rich, but he works diligently. Owning his own tax preparation business, I guess mom didn't like having to work, herself.
Now being 18, and in my last year of high school, I thought becoming an adult would make my life easier, since I wouldn't be under mom's thumb all the time. But the arguments we would have, escalated more and more.
"I don't like when you stay with your father, Emily," My mom was saying as I was beginning to pack my bag.
"I'm 18 now, I don't NEED your permission anymore, mom!" I spat back.
"Em, I left your father for other reasons, than just Jeff. I don't like it." The look, as serious as possible.
I already knew the reason, I have known since I turned 18, 2 months ago. But what she didn't know is that I began a sexual relationship with him a week after my 18th birthday.
Since this was a 3 day weekend, daddy and I had plans for a very, very long minibreak. Even though I had a boyfriend, I longed for my weekends with my father. I have never had any type of sexual relationship with my boyfriend. I just have one for optics, and to shut mom up. I mean we kiss and hold hands, but that's it.
With mom huffing out of my bedroom, I went into my hiding place in my closet and pulled out a few packages of pantyhose, as well as my thigh high and garter set. Putting them in my bag, I grabbed my bigger suitcase and dragged it out to the entryway.
"I'm leaving!," I shouted. "I'll be back Monday night." Stepping outside, I saw daddys Suburban parked along the street. Waiting outside by the passenger door, a smile appeared on his face. With a pep in my step, I hustled to his embrace and hugged him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mom looking out of the window with a look that could kill someone. Getting in, and with him closing my door, he joined me.
"Finally," I said, relieved i was out of the house. "My God she's on a power trip," I said, venting to my dad.
"I know Princess," he followed, his hand going to my left leg. "But you're with me now and soon we'll have the court order reversed, so we don't have to wait until you graduate, for you to move in with me."
"I can't wait. Then we can fuck to our hearts delight, right?," I seductively voiced, my left hand, now on top of his.
Taking his hand off my leg I said, "Let me slip a pair of nylons over my legs; Just keep your eyes on the road!," Laughing, I reached into my bag and pulled out a pair.
Lifting my dress and kicking off my tennis shoes, I slowly began pulling the pair over my legs, one a time. Once I got to the top, I started on my other leg.
"Damn, Princess, you're going to be the death of me," My, then, 42 year old father admitted, seeing the landing strip I've let grow out.
"Oh I hope not, I need some babies to be put in here," I said, pointing at my belly. Adding, "And I want them ONLY from you."
After successfully getting them on, I smoothed out my dress, slipped my feet into my black heels, and put his hand back in my lap. Once we arrived at his home, we immediately went at it.
"Ungh!Ungh!Ungh!"
The creaking of the bedsprings and the moans and grunts emanating from the bedroom, the sex was just beginning its' torrid pace. My legs were wrapped around his waist, as he seemingly loves, I was running my left hand through the jungle of hair on his chest. Gripping the linens with my other, I began encouraging him, "Oh daddy!..Oh yes!..I...know...how...much...you've mis...missed... this pussy..God yes!" The words were hard to string together from the thrusting into my soaked tunnel.
With the illicit, lewd, slurping sounds of our juices mixing together, daddy was in paradise. Whenever it was my weekend to stay with him, it always brightened him up.
He stopped drinking for me. I gave him my ultimate gift to stop drinking. He hasn't touched alcohol since.
"Oh yes! Oh Yes! Oh yes!," I'd steadily chant, each violent, toe curling, orgasm inducing thrusts, deep into the recesses of my womb.
It was now about 11:30 pm that Friday night, when calamity struck.
"KNOCK!!KNOCK!KNOCK!!"
A loud, banging was being rapped on the front door. Hearing it from our bedroom we then hear, "It's the police, open up!"
Not having anytime to react, we hear the door get broken down, and within seconds, 4 armed officers are literally standing in our bedroom. Right behind them, was my mother.
Just the scene from the bedroom was enough to make anyone know, undoubtedly, illegalities were occurring in our bedroom. As my father was cumming in his condom, my mother let out a big shriek, "Oh my God!"
Seeing her ex-husband between my legs, pushed up against my butt and the white ring, coating his cock with my landing strip sodden with our juices mixed together. As he was unloading in his sheath wrapping, his pulsating cock was slowly starting to pull out causing fury in her eyes.
"You son of a bitch!" My mom spewed, wanting to come after him. The police had to physically stop her advancement.
After one officer literally pulled him off me, my partially naked body was on display for all to see. My dress was unbuttoned, yet was still on my body, and my nylons I was wearing had developed runs in the inner thigh region, from the few hours we had been expeditiously intimate. Seeing the full condom hanging off his now limp dick, I sat there in shock. Seeing the 3 previously used condoms, full, and the wrappers in the trash, they forced my father to the ground.
Cuffing him, I started yelling at my mom. "I fucking hate you! I fucking hate you!"
Mom walked over and tried putting her arms around me in a loving embrace, but I pushed her hands away, rather slapping her. "YOU hurt my father! YOU destroyed my family!," The venom coming out of my mouth was quick fire.
Slapping me in return, I fell to the ground. Seeing them taking daddy away I started crying. "Daddddyyyyyyyy!," I screamed, "NOOOOOO!!!"
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A week later, I was sitting in the courtroom as daddy was having his pre-trial motion. Pleading guilty, he decided against a jury of his peers, and, in turn, accepted a plea deal.
The deal included, 3 years in prison, a $5,000 dollar fine, A year probation after, and it would be a felony. Adding, he also was barred from ANY contact with me for 3 years. So I couldn't even visit him in jail. His attorney worked out a deal that spared him from having to register as a sex offender, because I was 18.
I learned that mom had hired a private investigator a month ago. When I'd come home, she knew the telltale signs of sex, I didn't. How I'd gingerly walk, the exhaustion on my face. We were surveilled about 3 weeks, unbeknownst to us. There were picture of us kissing, holding hands in the park, his head in my lap as I fed him grapes. There was even audio, I'm guessing from outside our bedroom, with us being intimate. The bed hitting the headboard and the constant, "Oh daddy! Oh daddy, yes!" as my fathers' grunts spelled exactly what was occurring.
One picture that I'll admit we were careless about showed me bent over the couch, and my father behind me, pounding my cunt, as he had a hand assaulting my braless tits. It was 11 pm at night and we had our drape open. She also found my hiding spot for my nylons, and saw I poached a few pair for the weekend.
Daddy had given me power over his bank account, as I was an authorized user. So I made sure his mortgage was paid, as well as all other bills. I ended up moving into my friends house. I left moms house after the debacle, that Friday night. Being allowed to use the money in account, I hired an attorney who would help me reverse the hold my mom still legally had on me, even though I was 18. As I was still in high school, I guess she still had some rights, which I had successfully removed through something called "emancipation."
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After 3 months, I was awarded a positive decision and, moved into daddy's house. I was going to take care of it.
I ended up breaking up with my boyfriend, and, as hard as it was for me, I graduated high school. I wasn't going to break the 'pinky promise' I made with daddy that I would strive for A's and graduate high school.
Having a 3.7 GPA and a 1340 on my SAT, I had a litany of choices of colleges to choose from, but I went to The University of Vermont as it was literally 10 minutes from the house.
I knew that when daddy was released, I'd have to move out temporarily, as his ban on me would still be in effect for 1 more month until I turned 21. I was allowed to write him a letter, but ONLY if it was about the house. Telling him about our situation, he said he would ask about something called, work release, which would allow me to stay here, and then he could finish his month, or so, away from me, there. It entailed him having to live with other people like him, having been released from jail to live in this halfway house. Feeling better about it, I just focused on school and graduating.
The day of my graduation, I collected my diploma. Having not invited anyone, I was just going to get it, then go home. I didn't want to attend the graduation party, even though a few of my friends were attending. As I was hugging classmates, many for the last time, as we all were going on different life paths, I see my mom and Jeff.
I guess mom came to see me graduate. Making a beeline to my Subaru Crosstrek, that daddy bought me for my 18th birthday, they got in front of me.
"Hey Sweetie, congratulations," Mom said.
Not responding, and trying to walk around them, Jeff grabs hold of my arm and says, "Don't disrespect your mother, Emily."
Shaking my arm from his loose grip, I spat at him. "Don't you ever put your fucking hands on me, Jeff; And you, Laura, I didn't realize I invited you," Calling her by her name and, not mom. Continuing on, I kept up my diatribe, "You ruined my life, not once, but twice. Stay away from me!" I barked, yelling at the top of my lungs, as other families walked by.
"Emily, please honey," Laura was now pleading.
Jeff again spoke, "Emily Pike! Your mother is talking to you!"
Turning from my car door, I walked up to Jeff and Laura and boldly told him, "My knee does reach your balls." I didn't yell, scream. It was more matter of fact. Closing, I said, "I'm going to TELL YOU one last time, LEAVE...ME...THE...FUCK...ALONE...! You are not my mother anymore!" The few words, emphasized by my anger.
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2019-21
As I started college, I settled on Accounting and Finance. Always wanting to do what daddy does, I set my sights on a Bachelor of Business Administration degree. It had its' up and downs. Some classes, like Managerial Accounting and some Acturial Science courses were tough, but I had the core classes I had to complete before even starting on my degree classes.
I made some friends at school, and yes, guys always hit on me. But I would tell them I'm taken. I took daddys' high school ring down and had it sized to my left finger. I was going to let him buy me a real ring. One guy, Doug Mansfield, was persistent that I have coffee with him. I'd politely decline, but he didn't take no for an answer.
To be polite, I agreed, with the condition that it was at a busy setting, and ONLY for company. I met him at the Starbucks a block from campus, and we had a nice conversation. I told him I was seeing someone and that I loved him very much. I made a point of saying that, even though it's long distance right now, I had ZERO interest in betraying him. Reluctantly, but saddened, he understood.
He would compliment me, saying how I looked like a 21st Century version of a young, Judy Garland. I received that 'doppleganger' assumption quite a bit.
Going into my Junior year, I had already began my actual Accounting classes. Knowing daddy was going to be released in September, I ended all communication with Doug. Oh, he tried to change my mind, but I told him my relationship with my boyfriend was the most important thing to me, and I am not risking it with guy friends.
Again, he said he understood and I went about my way. Daddy was released on September 7th, 2021. My 21st birthday was October 1st. I was so happy, but I still couldn't see him or talk to him until November 6th.
I learned of his release because my mom decided to post on Facebook that, "The monster who raped my daughter is being released today."
Furious, I unblocked her number. Calling her I let her have it. "Emily! Hi swee.." she began saying.
Cutting her off, I said, as calmly as I could muster, "You better remove that post off of Facebook, NOW, or you will rue the fucking day; Take it as a threat, but it IS a promise. Daddy never raped me, I wanted every thrust he gave me."
Hearing this, mom tried speaking again. "Emily! what is wr.."
Cutting her off again, I pointedly stated, "NOW! I know you like your 'perfect' reputation, but i have no problem doing what you did to me and ruin yours also. You DID fuck Jeff a few times BEFORE you left daddy, remember?"
Without giving her any other opportunity, I hung up and re-blocked her number.
20 minutes later, the post she put up, was deleted.
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November 6, 2021
The day had finally arrived, I was finally going to be able to hold the man I love the most, in my arms again. I was awaiting his arrival so I thought I would surprise him. I had made up a story that I couldnt get out of a test, but that I had 2 surprises for when he got home.
It was about 1pm and I hear the front door open. I texted him that the door was unlocked, but I needed him to come to our bedroom immediately. Hearing him walk in, I hear, "Emily? Princess are you here?
In a voice that could only mean one thing I said, "In our bedroom, Daddy."
Excited about his return and anxious for him to fuck my brains out, he appears at the door to our bedroom. "Ho-ly Shit," Simple, yet to the point, daddy's initial reaction said it all.
I was lying on the bed, in a white, see through corset, white 4" pumps, a white choker and sun beige colored thigh highs with a 4-strap garter for each leg. My little 32b boobs free from the dungeon holding them hostage.
"Welcome home Daddy," I said, in a submissive demeanor. Seeing daddy himself for the first time in almost 2 years, now almost 45, he is starting to grey. What once was a slender man, he now has a 'dad bod' from gaining weight in jail. he's now 5'10 235 lbs. with a belly.
"My God, Emily," Daddy said, not believing that what was lying on his bed, was real.
Getting impatient, I cocked my head at him and said, "Ummmm, are you going to stand there or fuck your daughter?" Reaching for condoms he had just bought, I took them, dropped them in the trash, and said, "Nuh uh, no condoms, ever again."
I have never seen a human being shed their clothes faster in my life.
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5pm
THUMP!THUMP!THUMP!!
With the headboard beating a melodic tune, Daddy was right where he belonged.
"Oh Daddy! Oh yessss Daaadddyy! Gawd yes fuck me!" Every ounce of his weight was on top of my prone body. My legs were pointing upward as daddy's face was buried in my neck, pumping to his hearts delight. I was holding him from his back, my fingers laced over his shoulders and his hands under my upturned butt. Taking away all that pent up aggression, anxiety, whatever you want to call it, he wasn't making love to me, he was aggressively fucking me.
"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh, baby, gawd yesss!" I was chanting. I sure wasn't complaining about the absolute savagery put forth on my overworked pussy. 3 hours of intense sex, Daddy was churning up his, now 3rd, batch of the built up ejaculate stored in his deprived nuts.
Feeling the signs of pending release, I seductively encouraged him. "Yes! Oh daddy yes!" The calmness of my voice in the frantic confines of our bedroom was what Daddy needed to hear. Running my hands through his hair, I gave him a direct order. "Cum..in me. Put....your...seed... in me. Breed... me... Oh God, yes...Baby." Struggling to put together a sentence, he got the message.
Every time he would pull back, I could notice the white frothy ring encircle the entirety of his pulsating sausage. The dandruffy looking coating, innocently placed on my swollen vagina and the little red hair was prominent. Slamming his hips down into my petite body, every little yelp he would pull out of me, every moan from my voice box, every bated breath I'd take, drove him crazy. "Love me...Daddy, Fill..me...with.. your.. icky... cum. Put...a...baby...in... me."
Finally, the victory about achieved, the roar I waited every thrust for, occurred. "Ahhhhh fuckkkk Emmm!," Daddy would announce, his hips violently shaking, desperately trying to rid himself of cum into my barren womb.
After expelling the last drop into my quivering quim, his body collapsed, again, on me, and the breathing from both of us was pronounced. Sweat pouring off Daddy, and my outfit in tatters, I held onto him tightly. "I missed you so much, don't ever leave me again," Crying, knowing I am permanently in love with this man.
"Holy shit Prin..Princess!" Daddy said, struggling to catch his breath. Looking down at me, I began chuckling.
"I guess you needed that?," I jestly uttered, running my nails up and down his back.
Pulling out, three loads of our ooey gooey evidence from our fuck-a-thon, poured out of my messy pussy and onto the linens and mattress beneath me.
"I needed that, honey," Daddy said, his breath finally returning. "Wow, Pheww!" Standing up from the bed, he just stared at me.
I must have looked a mess, There were runs in my thigh highs and one of my heels had fallen of my foot. My hair was a sweaty disaster. My boobs had maul marks from him. My inner thighs and vagina were bruised, battered, wornout. But at that moment, I was happy, He was happy.
After a few minutes, and with my head on his chest, my fingers drawing figure 8's into his hairy chest, he perked up, "So you said, you had another surprise?" Looking at me like a child at Christmas, I sat up, grabbed my laptop and opened my school itinerary.
Surprised, he said, "You're getting a degree in Finance and Accounting?" Smiling, I said I was, but then a disappointed look appeared on his face. "Princess, because of my felony, it will make it more difficult for me to get re-approved for a license again," The look of utter disappointment on his face.
Grinning from ear to ear, I said, "That's where I come in."
For the rest of our first night together again, I milked his cock dry, pulling every drop out of him, into my needy cunt.
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Our relationship was slowly returning to normal. We would have sex, morning, noon and night. I accepted my role as his woman. I made dinner, kept our home clean, while continuing my education. He, on the other hand, found it difficult trying to get his license reapproved so he could be ready for the upcoming tax season. Luckily, he is a savvy investor, as I calculated we had plenty of resources to hold us off until I finalize my degree. We weren't hurting financially by any means.
After Daddy was released, my mom tried contacting me. Having blocked her and Jeff from all social media and knowing where Daddy lived, she showed up one evening, as I was making us dinner.
"Well shit, what in hell does she want?" I heard daddy suddenly announce. "Princess, your mother is outside."
Putting the ladle aside and wiping my hands on my apron, I moved hastily to the door. Opening it, I was not a very polite person.
"What!," I muttered, clearly annoyed by her presence.
Daddy, walking up behind me, stayed silent as I spoke."What the fuck do you want Laura, Im trying to prepare dinner!" My temper beginning to rise.
"I've tried reaching out to you Em, but you blocked us, this was my last resort," mom said, in a subdued fashion. "I wanted to see if there was any chance of reconciliation between us."
Quickly, I spouted, "You ruined my life, twice. I'm not giving you another chance to do it a 3rd time."
Looking at Daddy, the seriousness of my demeanor prompted him to chime in. "We want no contact with you Laura. Emily has made her decision and I will respect that."
Looking incredulously at us she tried to speak once more, only to be interrupted again, by me. "Look," I said trying to sound somewhat respectful, "Please leave us alone. You're not my mother anymore, I lost her the day she left my father." Closing the door, I cried in daddy's arms.
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A month later, I was struck with bouts of intense morning sickness. I was throwing up, always queasy, I'd even catch myself unnecessarily snapping at Daddy. Day after day this was happening. Thinking, I had come down with the flu, I went to urgent care. Telling them my symptoms, the nurse immediately knew, and from the 2 tests she had administered upon me, I learned I was pregnant. To say I was shocked, was an understatement.
When I arrived home, I saw a note sitting on the counter. Daddy said he was out, but would be back later. Seeing that, I left for my afternoon class.
After getting home daddy was in the kitchen, trying his hand at cooking us dinner. Kissing him, I put my bag down. Looking suspiciously at me, he immediately questioned me, "Princess, what's wrong. I don't know if your cat just died, or if you just won the lottery."
Gathering my words, unsure of his reaction, I stuttered my way through it. "I'm...I'm Preg... Pregnant." Not fully looking at daddy, I was truly worried he would be upset.
"You're pregnant?" The wheels in his head were spinning around. Embracing me in his arms I began crying. "I... I... hope you're not mad. I'm sorry I had you stop wearing condoms," The tears flowing from my eyes, shaking in his hold.
Putting me at arms length he uttered the words I needed to hear, saying, "Princess, no I'm not mad. FAR from it. You didn't MAKE ME do anything, I didn't want to wear condoms. But you being my daughter, there was the obvious reasons I wore them. But I'm actually pleased that my old hose can still pump babies into a woman."
Suddenly laughing I cried happy tears. "I love you Daddy. We are going to have a baby." Continuing, I made sure he clearly understood something saying, "That 'old hose' of yours works quite well, and I plan on it caving my insides in nightly!"
As ironic as my timing was, Daddy's next move was more surprising. Getting on his knee, he pulled out a box. What he said next floored me.
"I know, legally, we can never, ever, truly tie the knot," the 1/2 carat diamond ring staring at me, shining brightly. Continuing, he nervously said, "But I don't want any other woman in my life. You make me so happy Em. You never gave up on me, even when I went to prison. Will you be committed to me, even though it isn't recognized by law?"
Look down at my father on one knee, looking like a love struck puppy dog, I didn't hesitate. "Yes! Oh my God Daddy, Yes!!
Slipping the ring on my finger, he snarkily added, "I can finally have my high school ring back."
Kissing him, he took me to our bedroom and we consummated our new found relationship.
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Over the next few days, I was bringing bags home and receiving boxes from Amazon. Daddy began becoming suspicious of the numerous items from Amazon, Frederick's of Hollywood, etc.
After getting home from class one day, I had a bag in one hand and my book bag over my shoulder, kicking off my sneakers, he took my book bag from me and as he put it on the floor, he quizzically poked, "What on Earth are all these bags and boxes."
In a serious but joking tone, I said, "Mind your own business, you'll see soon enough."
Friday night, I made us a dinner by candlelight. We dressed casual, to lighten the mood. I sat beside him and we took turns feeding each other, kissing, talking, petting.
After we finished our meal I asked him to clean the kitchen for me as, I had a surprise for him tonight. Agreeing, I left for our bedroom.
Slipping my nylons over my legs, I put on every item I had lay out earlier. Looking at myself in the mirror by the bathroom and satisfied how I looked, I went to the door and opened it. Stepping back into our bedroom I stood beside the bed. "Daddy?," I said in a submissive tone, "I'm ready."
Coming to our bedroom, I guess he loved what I was wearing. "Holy Mother of God, Princess," he said, his jaw on the floor.
Spinning around, I simply said, "So I take it you like?"
I was standing there in a wedding dress I had bought, and paid extra for a quick fitting to be done, and ready by to be picked up yesterday. Adorning my arms were elbow length lace ballroom type gloves, a white choker, 4" white, close pointy toe 'fuck me' pumps and a veil on my head. Full sheer to waist suntan colored pantyhose, finished the look, that this 45 yr old man couldnt believe was standing by his bed, all for him.
Slowly, I began to unbutton the top of my dress, freeing my tits from their captivity. Sitting on the bed and my eyes never leaving his, I told him to step closer to me. Doing as such, I unzipped him and fished his 6" out of his underwear and proceeded to engulf it all down my tiny throat.
"Oh shit Em!," He yelped, as his whole length disappeared. Bobbing furiously up and down his length, the sight of his beautiful young 'bride' was preparing him for what was to be a very, very long night.
Getting the result I wanted, He let loose in my mouse. Swallowing the 3 shots of cum, I opened my mouth, and not bothering to wipe and escaping cum, I lie back on our bed, hold my arms out to him and said, "Come fuck your bride, Daddy."
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"Unh! Unn! Unh! Unh!" The moans vocalized throughout our home, my father had my legs pinned behind head, literally slamming his manhood as far down my swollen tunnel as he could. My 9 week pregnant innards, not yet showing the signs of pregnancy, was taking the assault of daddy's bloated sledge hammer slapping my cervix over and over again.
Through bated breath, I was thoroughly enjoying my 'husband' plunging my insides.
"Yes! Oh yes! Oh! Oh yes!" Every thrust to the bottom of my cavern, parlaying jolt after glorious jolt, throughout my exhausted body, daddy was so focused on grunting above me.
This being only, HIS pussy to pound, I always encouraged his incestuous hammering of my cunt.
In pure ecstasy I stammered, "Da....ddyyy.. oh...my....godddd... yessss..fuuckk, mee!"
Hearing his strenuous breathing and the sheer animalistic sounds of his grunts, I knew I was pleasing this man. Running my hands up and down his shoulders and forearms, I could only stare at his handsome face, knowing of all the women on this Earth, It was me who's legs he was between. The love we shared, not like father and daughter but more like husband and wife, clouded any worries about the illegalities of our coupling. As vile and lewd as it could be, there was no other human that would ever get to claim my pussy as their own.
"Ahh!!Ahh!Ahh! Yes! Fuck yes Em!," Daddy echoed, the unmitigated determination coursing off of his sweaty body. As the candle slowly burned on the dresser drawer in front our bed and the moonlight invaded our bedroom, my father and I showed one another our undying love for each other.
Feeling his balls tighten due to my vaginal muscles rubbing the length of his over worked prick, he gave me one last hard thrust, jerking my body back, causing my head to contact the headboard. Holding his body taut against my body, I felt pulse after incestuous pulse exiting his full orbs, and into my already pregnant causeway.
"Ahhhhhhhh! Fuccckkk!!," Daddy roared, his drenched body spastically shaking with every thrust into my womb, finally started to subside.
Finally satiated, he pulled out of my messy, aching pussy. A deluge of our mixed fluid came pouring out of my body, onto my wedding dress and pantyhose.
"Holy fuck Princess!," Daddy sighed, unable to slow his heavy breathing. "Once I feel you performing those kegel things you do, it drives me insane."
Rolling my eyes and laughing, I responded, "You mean a 21 yr old woman can make a 45 yr old man, go bananas?"
Pinching my exposed tit, he said, "No Em, just THIS 21 year old woman!"
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About 2 weeks before my Senior year was to begin, on August 15th, our son, Peter Michael Pike II was born. At 6lbs. 11oz. he was perfect. With daddy's black hair and his beautiful eyes, he was no doubt his fathers son.
Daddy was so happy. He immediately took to our son, giving me breaks from PJ, as I soon began calling him, so I could go to school.
Well the night of Thanksgiving, after hosting dinner for some friends I'd made at school, Daddy and I were taking a break after a nice 45 minute session. Getting up to pee, I told daddy I had a surprise for him. Exhausted from the pounding he had given me, I didnt bother putting my bra on or pulling up my pantyhose, I went in to do my business. Coming out, I had something in my hand.
"Close your eyes, Daddy," I said, nervously anxious. Climbing onto our bed, I scooted over to him on my knees, and placed the item into his hands. "Open your eyes," I gently told him, not believing it myself.
Opening his eyes, he saw 2 + signs and his jaw dropped. "Again?" he wondered, seeing the pregnancy test.
Nodding my head I confirmed it,"Yes I'm pregnant again." Having just turned 22 and PJ was almost 3 months old, here I was pregnant, again. "The doctor told us I was most fertile after giving breath. You just couldnt wait the 12 weeks I needed to recover," I reminded him.
"Wow," was all he said.
Kissing him on the lips, I said, "I told you I wanted you to pump several babies into my womb."
He wasn't upset, just surprised I conceived again so quickly.
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Walking across the stage, I was about to receive my degree. In the stands were my husband and our, now 9 month old son, cheering me on. My extremely pregnant 6 month belly, very noticeable to all, wasnt hidden under my dress. Expecting twin girls, I didn't know if I were more nervous about being 22 with 3 kids, or starting my career in Finance.
Either way, our lives were perfect.
The evening of my college graduation, after he deposited his 2nd load in my pussy whilst I was bent over the couch, PJ started crying.
After going to get him, I came back to the living room. "Daddy?" I asked. "I think we need to get a bigger home. I'd like to move to a different state. Now that we're starting a family, I dont want Laura trying to do anything to hurt us again." Daddy agreed, and we started making plans to put the house up for sale.
Soon after receiving my degree from the school I took all tests needs, and filed all paperwork to obtain my licensure to open my own office. Daddy didn't know I was going to restart his, once very profitable, accounting firm.
After getting an offer on our home and waiting on the closing, I went into labor.
My twin girls, Olivia and Olympia, were born August 27th. Livvy was 5lb. 9 oz. and Olympia was 5 lb. 14 oz. With 3 babies in the month of August, there were going to be a lot of parties in the future.
After making sure my father had no restrictions on moving to a different state, I found a 5 br, 4 bath home just outside of Lewiston, Maine. After presenting our offer, which was accepted, daddy demanded a quick closing which was granted. With 3 children, we were in a bit of a rush to move in as we agreed to an extra 45 days in our home, to buy us time.
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A week before we were leaving for Maine, the kids were napping. Again, not being able to wait, as blowjobs were mot satiating him enough, I was on my back, and daddy was between my legs. Yes, it was his 46th birthday and I wanted it just as much, but with the knowledge of just how fertile I was, we elected to use condoms for the time being. Pushing 3 babies out of my petite body in a 12 month period was no small feat.
Anyway, it was about 5 pm and I knew we had time as dinner was simmering on the stove. Lying there on the couch, and my dress pushed over my waist, my father was "enjoying" part of his birthday gift.
"Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!Thump!Thump! Thump!"
With my right leg, resting on the head of the couch and my left nylon clad leg up on his right shoulder, after almost 6 weeks, Daddy was like a kid in a candy store again.
"Fuck I missed this Em! Yes!" His cock, finding its' way back into my tunnel, was getting into a rhythm as I told my dad we needed ro make it a quickie, since dinner was simmering.
"Oh!Oh!Oh!Unh!Unh!Ah!" Gripping his forearm, his slow pumping was getting more pronounced. Trying to get reacquainted with his mature pussy splitter, he started speeding up. Not gaving sex in almost 7 weeks, as blowjobs weren't fully satisfying him, he started to complain.
"Princess," He started, as his hips went into overdrive, "I need to take the condom off, i cant cum as quick with it on."
Realizing what he was asking i responded, "N.....no daddy... Rem..Remember... las....last time?" Finding it difficult to put a coherent sentence together, our disagreement grew.
"Em, please, I won't cum in you, I just cant finish," his laboring being more and more noticeable.
Just then, the doorbell rang. "Shit!," my father yelped, "Not now!!"
Pumping harder, the doorbell rand again. Now pissed, he announces, "Hold on!!"
Getting off me, he pulled his pants up and I stood and pulled my pantyhose over my waist. Smoothing out my dress, I answered the door. Seeing my mom on the doorstep, my blood pressure started going up. Daddy immediately came up and told me check on dinner, as he spoke to mom.
"What do you want, Laura?" Daddy had quipped, sweat still on his forehead. The tell tale signs of someone who was having sex, and the odor that results from it, my mom knew she had just broken up something.
Seeing the disgust on her face, she responded, "I see I interrupted something."
"Yes, you did, but Em is prepping dinner so please make it fast," Daddy impatient implied.
"I need a place to stay for a while, Jeff and I are divorcing," Mom said, matter of factly. Not going into too many details, she revealed catching him cheating on her, which was laughably ironic.
Hearing that, I came to the door, and promptly told Daddy, "You even THINK of helping her, I'll pack the kids and go."
The look on her face, how priceless the manner, was glorious. "Kids?" She queried.
Not knowing we have 3 kids and with an evil snicker growing on my face, I calmly reiterated, "Yes, we have 3 kids now... MOM"
The emphasis on the word MOM, hit her like a thunderbolt.
In shock, the anger in her voice was coming back to the surface. "Jesus, Peter! Are you out of your..." Slamming the door in her face, Daddy was just as equally shocked.
Quickly reopening it, I blurted out, "Oh! by the way, we're moving! Do not ever bother us again!" Closing the door again, I traipsed back to the kitchen to finish dinner as my dad stood there, amazed at my bravado.
Seeing him in obvious discomfort and hearing the giris waking up, I gently kissed him on his lips and gruffly said, "We'll take care of that later," Pointing at the stiffy in his pants.
After dinner, and putting the kids down for the night, he fucked my brains out, but thankfully, didn't finish in me. I either swallowed his load, or he came on my body or nylons.
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A month after moving into our new home, we were in bed, sweating from a torrid session. With my tits, glistening with sweat, and cum on the linens under me, I was running my hands through Daddy's hair when I figured, now was the time to break the good news to him.
"Daddy?" I asked, our ragged breathing coming back to normal. "Tomorrow, I have a surprise for you."
His eyes getting bigger, I laughed. "No, no, not THAT kind of surprise, yet," Thinking I conceived again. "It's something you've wanted."
Understanding what I told him, we concluded our night with more loving.
The next day....
"Open your eyes." Opening his eyes, he saw the signage, "Pike Accounting and Tax Preparation." Not fully comprehending the full dynamic, i softly embraced him, saying, "I took out a private loan, and bought this building. You have your business back."
In disbelief he countered, "Em, how? I..."
Cutting him off I assured him, "By law, I own it, but in this house, WE own it. YOU, my dear father, lover, will be running its' day to day. I still have a lot to learn."
Aside from our children being born, I never saw such pride in his 46 year old face.
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2024
With business doing well, Daddy was happy being 'an employee', of mine, although he ran the business, completely. We did get his license back, but not without going through many hoops. Being tax time, our team of 6 preparers provided our services to clients.
With an almost 3 year old, two almost 2 year olds, a 9 month old, and our 5th child growing in me, at 24, I am the happiest woman on the planet. Daddy cannot get enough of me. His 'old hose' works quite well, filling me up night after night. His cum still is potent enough that, even at 48, I crave it splashing up against my cervix.
We have talked about me getting my tubes tied, or him a vasectomy. Not having decided, we'll play that by ear. Knowing my mom is now a 'cat lady' back in Vermont, makes me giddy. She ruined my life cheating on Daddy, then had karma come back full force to pay her a nasty life lesson. She's tried making contact, but we never respond.
We live as husband and wife, and our community accepts this older man and his much younger bride. Making many friends has been a blessing as we host, or join get togethers at each others homes.
But night after night, in the confines of our bedroom. after the kids are asleep, the quiet, bustling neighborhood is unaware of the father and daughter fucking to their hearts delight.
The quiet moans of "Oh daddy yes, fuck me," softly reverberate in the bedroom of this upper middle class home.