My Daddy Bred Me Complete

By Jo D. Smith

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Table of Contents

My Daddy Bred Me

My Daddy Bred Me 2: Expecting Sex

My Daddy Bred Me 3: Milked

My Daddy Bred Me 4: Bred Again

Breeding the Farmer's Daughter Excerpt

Punished by Daddy Excerpt

Daddy's Breeding Game Excerpt

My Daddy Bred Me

Fuck. Cheryl pounded on the stiff mattress. The bars of the jail cell mocked her. It had been nearly a

year since she'd been in trouble. That time, she had managed to cut the heads off of a row of parking
meters. Sheriff Todd found the whole ordeal amusing. Cheryl's stepfather had been less amused. He had
spanked her for the first time in her life. Then he had fucked her brains out. It was the greatest sexual
experience of her twenty years of life. Then he had ignored her. She went back to school, working toward
admission into a four year college.

Last night, Cheryl drank a bit too much and got into it with Danielle Hawthorne. That uppity bitch

had been giving her problems since grade school. She had finally mouthed off one too many times. Cheryl,
who had been taught how to box by her stepfather, knocked her out with a good right cross. When the
bouncer had picked his jaw up off of the floor, he'd called the cops and now here she was. Cooling her
heals in the drunk tank. I guess I should be happy that I don't have company. Dad's going to be pissed.
Again.

“Slater!” The deputy called out. His name was Evan, or Aaron, or whatever and he resented Cheryl

for not fucking him in high school.

“I'm in here, doofus.” Cheryl said, “You only have two cells.”

“You still have a smart mouth.” Deputy Evan, or Aaron, or whatever said. The tumblers made a

metallic chunk as he opened her sell door. “Your old man's here, and he looks even more pissed than last
time.” Deputy Whatever leered at her as he led her down the hall.

Her stepfather, Paul, was standing in front of Sheriff Todd's desk and they were having an animated

conversation. The whispers carried to the far end of the room, but they were unintelligible.

“Here she is.” The deputy said.

Her father turned around. He looked like he had just been chewing on glass. Cheryl had never seen

his face so red. I'm in deep shit this time. She bowed her head, unwilling to look him in the eye.

“Get your shit and get in the car.” He said.

She scooped up her purse and cell from the desk and flew down the hall. She heard snippets of

conversation as she left, but she tuned them out. Cheryl didn't want to know what they were saying. That
horse-faced slut is probably going to press charges. She wiped tears from her eyes as she forced her
way out of the door. This isn't fair, that dumb bitch started it. The parking lot was blurry but she picked
out her stepfather's car and made a beeline for it.

Paul came out of the doorway about five minutes later. He was an imposing figure. Her stepfather

had been an All American wrestler in high school and a Division II champion in college. He kept himself
in top shape. She was sure that he could break her in two if he wanted to. The angry look on his face as he
approached the car suggested that he was thinking of doing precisely that.

He flung the door open. He sat down in the drivers seat and slammed the door shut. The car rocked

from side to side as the shocks struggled to adjust. Cheryl thought she heard her stepfather's teeth grinding.

He started the car and looked over at her.

“Not. One. Fucking. Word.” He growled.

I'm completely fucked. Cheryl kept her head down and wiped the tears from her eyes as the car

rolled out of the parking lot.

***

Paul's gigantic hand encircled Cheryl's neck as she opened the door to the house. Her stepfather

forced her inside, all but throwing her down the hallway.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” He said as she stumbled down the narrow passage. “Assault?

Do you want to go to fucking jail?”

Holy shit, is he pissed. He never swears. “N-n-no dad.” Cheryl said. Tears welled in her eyes

again. It was frightening to see her stepfather this angry.

“Get your ass upstairs and get cleaned up.” Paul said. “Then we're going to have a discussion.”

She nodded and headed for the stairs and into the bathroom. Her t-shirt stuck to her as she pulled it

off, an unfortunate side effect of last night's ordeal. She shimmied out of her jeans and panties and turned
on the hot water for the shower. It wasn't long before steam rose from behind the stall. She stepped in and
was immediately buffeted by stinging streams of hot water. It felt good on her sweat caked skin.

Cheryl squeezed a dollop of body gel onto her loufa sponge and began to scrape away the evidence

of the night's debauchery. Her sobs turned to sniffles as the scratchy sponge slid over her naked flesh. Her
nipples stiffened as she cleaned herself. Why do I always get horny before he punishes me? She thought
back to the day he had spanked her. She had the single best orgasm of her life that day, and she'd followed
it up with the second and third best. God I hope he spanks me again. Cheryl's fingers wandered between
her legs and massaged her wet mound. The hot water mingled with the juices of her arousal as she rubbed
her swollen clit.

Cheryl closed her eyes and bit her lip as she remembered her father spanking her. His firm hand

slapping against her ass, making it red and raw. She moaned and began to rub harder and faster as she
remembered pulling his cock out of his pants and wrapping her lips around it. She slipped a finger into
her pussy, the sound of the shower stream mingling with her soft whimpers, as she recalled his hard cock
sliding in and out of her as he pounded her tight snatch on the couch.

“Fuuuck!” She cried as she came. Her legs shook and quivered as the orgasm rocketed through her.

Oh shit, I hope he didn't hear that.

She scrubbed her body one more time and rinsed her hair. She stepped out of the shower and cut the

water. Cheryl grabbed a towel and dried off. She wrapped it around her, strategically exposing a lot of
cleavage. She left her hair wet. He likes it wet. She stepped out of the bathroom and dug her toes into the
plush carpet. She walked down the long hallway to her room. The house was quiet. Now I'm nervous,
he's gone from swearing at me to silence. This can't be good.

She crossed the threshold to her room and a large hand scooped her up. Her father carried her,

kicking and screaming, to the bed. He had shed his blazer and tie. His rolled-up shirt sleeves dug into his
massive forearms. He carried her like rag doll and she flopped in his grasp. I know what's coming.
Cheryl was a little frightened, but damned if she wasn't more than a little horny as well.

The bed springs screamed in protest as her father sat down on the bed. Cheryl found herself face

down over his lap. Her towel had stayed wrapped around her. She ground her teeth together in
anticipation. Paul lifted the back of the towel up, exposing her bare buttocks. His hand came down hard
on her ass. Smack! Cheryl screamed. His stroke felt like a swarm of angry hornets had just stung her in the
ass, all at once. Smack! She cried out again, her already raw ass still throbbing from the first blow. Fuck,
he's pissed. Her vision was blurry with tears, but her pussy was getting moist.

“Why don't you listen?” Her father said as the hand came crashing down again. “I should let them

throw you in fucking jail this time.” He laid more strokes on her ass as he continued.
“Why...can't...you...fucking...stay...out...of...trouble?” Each word was preceded by an angry blow.

“You never pay attention to me, anymore, daddy.” Cheryl said through a fit of sobs. Or fuck me.

The punishment halted. Her father's large hand massaged her aching cheeks and she felt a little

relief.

“Is that what this is all about, attention?” He said. Cheryl could hear some confusion in his voice.

His fingers dug into her ass and she knew she had him, again.

“That's all I ever wanted from you.” Cheryl said.

His finger pressed against her puckered asshole and she moaned. “I've got just the thing to settle you

down.” Her father said. She cried out as his finger forced its way into her tight little hole.

“Oh god, daddy.” She said.

“Look at how wet you are.” He said. His thumb rubbed against her wet clit. She wiggled her ass in

appreciation.

“We're going to put a baby in you.” Paul said. Cheryl was so lost in ecstasy that she had to do a

double take.

“W-what?” She said.

“I'm going to fuck you until you're pregnant.” Her father said. “Maybe that will teach you some

responsibility.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but he slipped a finger into her pussy and fucked both her holes

with his hand. Cheryl's eyes rolled into the back of her head and her concentration shattered. Oh god, that
really does make me even hornier.

“Oh fuck.” Cheryl moaned. “Don't stop, daddy. You're going to make me come with your hand.”

His fingers slid easily into her holes. She squealed as he picked up the pace. The throbbing pain of

her raw ass just added to the sensation. Cheryl was teetering on the brink of orgasm. Her father spit on her
asshole and finger fucked her even faster.

“Ohhh shit. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck. You're making me come, daddy.” She screamed. She thrashed in

his lap and he hand to hold her down with his free arm as she convulsed. “I want you to put a baby in
me!”

Cheryl's hair hung limp and wet over her face. She was panting as her father removed his fingers

from her. Fuck, that was intense. He let up on her back and she slid off of his lap. She shed the towel and
kicked it across the room. Her father loomed before her, still an imposing and sexy figure. She knelt
between his legs and unbuckled his belt.

His cock was already hard when she fished it out of his pants. She brushed the head with the tip of

her tongue and grinned as she drew a moan from him. Cheryl grabbed his shaft and massaged the head
with her tongue and hand, squeezing and spitting on it as she pumped. Her father swept her hair back from
her face. His rough, callused hand grazed her cheek. This is so hot. She looked up and smiled at her
father; then she engulfed his cock with her mouth. His hand stayed planted on the back of her head as she
bobbed up and down on his stiff member. It throbbed in her mouth as she sucked at the head.

Pop! She released his cock from her mouth, slurping up the strands of saliva that hung between the

head and her lips. Her hand slid up and down his spit-slicked shaft with ease. She picked up the pace, her
hand squeezing the tip of his dick as it hit the apex. He dug his fingers into her shoulders and she winced.
She released his rigid rod and opened her mouth wide. His cock filled her mouth as she worked her way
down. It tickled Cheryl's throat but she relaxed herself and forced more of it down. Her lips met the base
and she tongued his balls. She held it there for a few seconds and came up slowly. The look in her father's
eye was all the encouragement she needed to do it again.

He grabbed her after she swallowed his cock for a third time. His strong arms lifted her onto the

bed and he tossed her into the pillows strewn across the mattress. He stripped off his pants and boxers
and Cheryl unbuttoned his shirt. She traced a line across his muscular chest with her finger nail. He needs
to fuck me, now! She grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward her. Her father didn't put up a fight.

“I want you to fuck me, daddy.” She whispered in his ear.

“You're going to get all you can handle, little girl.” He whispered back.

He grabbed her thighs and spread her legs apart. The head of his cock pressed against her clit and

he thrust forward, rubbing against it. She mewled as he teased her. She ran her hands down the length of
his torso, amazed at the shape he was in. She cupped his granite hard ass cheeks and tried to pull him into
her. It was no use, she was at his mercy.

Her father bent down and took her nipple into his mouth. She moaned and squirmed against him as

he flicked and mashed it with his tongue. She ground her hips up into him, sliding the slick folds of her
snatch along the length of his member. She beat her hands against his back as he slid his cock along her
wet cunt. Her swollen clit sent electric shocks up her spine. Her father's teeth nibbling at her tender
nipple magnified the feeling.

He relented and positioned his dick at the entrance to her tortured and soaked pussy. Cheryl needed

his cock inside her. The head pressed against the entrance of her snatch, stretching it out and making her
bite her lip. He eased the rest of his rod in, sliding it inch by inch into her well-lubricated hole. She
quivered as their hips met. She loved the way he filled her up.

“Fuck me, daddy.” Cheryl said.

Her father fucked her with long, slow strokes. She moaned as he hit bottom and his thick cock

seemed to hit every nerve ending she possessed. Cheryl grabbed his butt and dug her fingernails into it.
Her father's eyes widened in surprise.

“Fuck me hard, daddy.” She said.

He rammed his thick member in and out of her tiny pussy. She squealed encouragement as his

pounding thrusts sent her spiraling closer and closer to climax. The bed creaked and rocked with the force
of his fucking. Cheryl's kept her hands glued to her father's ass. The way his muscles tightened and rippled
with each stroke drove her wild. She gasped as he pulled his cock all the way to the threshold of her
pussy and slammed it back into her. Her juices coated the inside of her thighs. She could feel her cunt
convulsing around his thick shaft.

“Fuckfuckfuck.” Cheryl cried. “I'm coming for you, daddy! I'm coming!”

He continued pounding her as she shuddered and convulsed under him. She screamed as a second

orgasm followed the first, leaving her breathless. Her father slowed and removed his cock from her and
she sighed in disappointment. Her father stood up in a crouch on the bed, grabbed her, and flipped her
over.

“Don't worry, I'm not done with you yet.” He said. He forced her legs together and dropped to his

knees.

His hands kneaded her ass cheeks and Cheryl groaned as her father spread them apart, exposing her

still wet and aching snatch. His hard cock pressed up against her and it felt even larger than it had before.
She whimpered as he slid it home, thrusting deep into her sopping cunt. He forced her down into the
mattress with one hand and hooked his feet over her legs. The friction was unbearable as he pushed his
turgid member in and out of her tightly squeezed pussy.

“Ohhhhh!” Cheryl moaned. She couldn't believe it, but she felt another orgasm building. Her father

was going to fuck her silly before he was done.

Her ass jiggled with each thrust. She could feel his thick member invading her snatch with every

stroke. Her cunt felt like it was going to split as he pounded it. Her father pressed down on the back of her
neck and fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked before. The orgasm hit her like a rocket.

“Holy shit!” Cheryl screamed, half of her face pressed into a pillow. “I'm coming again, daddy.”

Her cries echoed through her small bedroom. Her father continued his relentless pillaging of her

swollen pussy. He used his legs to force hers apart. He leaned forward and his thrusts slowed. Each
stroke was long and deliberate, his cock pulling out to the brink and then sliding all the way back in.
Cheryl whimpered as her father's hard shaft violated her wet cunt. She was teetering on the brink of

another orgasm.

“I'm going to fill that pussy with cum.” Her father whispered in her ear. He picked up his pace, each

long thrust slammed deep into her pussy. She quivered, her pussy contracting and releasing his cock as
she had another orgasm.

“FUCK! Put a baby in me, daddy.” Cheryl cried. “Come with me!”

Her father grunted in her ear and she felt his cock expand in her tight little hole. His hot seed

spurted deep into her womb as she screamed in pleasure. He gave her two more thrusts before he was
spent. Then he collapsed on top of her, their sweaty skin sticking together. Her father kissed the top of her
head.

“I guess you'll have to keep fucking me until you're sure, huh?” Cheryl said.

“That's right, little girl.” Her father said. He grabbed her hands and squeezed.

***

Fuck, negative. Cheryl threw the pregnancy test strip into the trash can. Then again, this does mean

we get to keep trying. She licked her lips and walked out of the bathroom and down stairs. She was
wearing a t-shirt and a pair of barely-there panties. Her father was in his pajamas, sitting in his favorite
chair and reading a book.

“So?” He asked.

“Negative.” Cheryl said. She sat down on the arm of the couch.

“Well,” Her father said, closing the book. “We're going to have to do something about that, aren't

we little girl?” He stood up.

Cheryl gaped at his fierce erection. Her father's cock had forced its way out of his pajama bottoms.

He grabbed her and they kissed. Her father's hand slid underneath her panties and one big finger rubbed
her little nub. Cheryl moaned into his mouth. Her pussy was already sopping wet. They disengaged and he
smiled at her.

“You are such a naughty girl.” He said. “Look at how wet you are.” He brought his fingers up to her

face for her to inspect. She grabbed his hand and took his fingers into her mouth, sucking her own juices
off of them.

“Tastes good.” She said.

He grabbed her waist and spun her around, bending her over the arm of the couch. He grabbed her

panties and pulled them to the side. Cheryl heard him spit into his hand. His cock pressed against her wet
cunt.

“Ohhhh, daddy. Pound my pussy again.” She said.

He worked his cock into her wet snatch, stretching it in delicious ways as his member invaded her.

She groaned as he worked it all the way in. The fabric of his pajama bottoms rubbed against her bare ass.
He pulled his cock all the way out of her and slammed it back in.

“Oh, fuck!” She cried. He did it again and she screamed in ecstasy

Her father drove his rigid member deep into her with every thrust. Her cunt got wetter with every

stroke. The force of his thrusts pushed her forward and she rocked back and forth on the arm of the couch.
Her clit ground into the leather of the couch and it drove her to climax.

“Holyshitshitshit!” She cried. Her legs shook and she beat on the couch as an intense orgasm

flooded over her.

Her father did not let up. Her quivering pussy was forced open again for his thick rod. She panted

as he put one foot up on the arm and grabbed her waist. He used the extra leverage to drive his cock as
deep as it could go into her.

“Yes, daddy, fuck this little bitch.” Cheryl said. “Pound that tight little cunt!”

That seemed to energize him and she had to use her hands to keep him from driving her into the

couch cushions. His cock felt enormous inside of her swollen pussy. Each thrust threatened to send her
over the edge again, but Cheryl wanted to hold on so she could come with him. Nothing was hotter than
that. His pace picked up and he grunted with every thrust. He's close.

“Come on, daddy,” She said. “Come deep in my tight little pussy.”

He rammed his cock into her and she felt it throb. She climaxed again as he injected his hot cum

deep into her cunt.

“Ohhh, shit!” Cheryl cried. “I'm coming with you, daddy! I'm coming with you!”

Her pussy tightened down, holding his dick inside of her. She trembled and whimpered as the

orgasm swept through her. Shit, that was intense, again. I never want it to stop. Her father withdrew
from her and she pushed herself off the couch, peeling her skin away from the sweat soaked leather.
Maybe that will be the one. The thought made her horny all over again.

***

There it is. Cheryl stared at the positive test for a few minutes. I guess I'll go break the news to

dad. She was apprehensive. The last few weeks had been the best, and most orgasm filled, of her young
life and she really didn't want it to stop. Her father was finally paying attention to her. Is that going to
end now? She was determined not to let that happen. She had a death grip on the test stick as she left the
bathroom and descended the stairs.

“So?” Her father said, not bothering to look up from his book.

“We're pregnant.” Cheryl said.

“Excellent.” He said. “Now maybe you'll develop a little maturity.”

“Maybe.” Cheryl said. “So, uh, does this mean no more sex?”

Her father closed his book and looked at her. “There's nothing hotter to me than a beautiful pregnant

woman. Don't worry, you don't get off that easily.”

Cheryl smiled and made her way to the kitchen. She had gotten what she wanted in the strangest way

she could possibly imagine. Her father would be paying a lot more attention to her from now on. She
opened the fridge and inspected its contents. She needed to make sure it stayed stocked, she'd be eating
for two from now on. She wondered what it'd be like, being pregnant. She hoped the look in her father's
eye meant the sex was going to get even better. She suspected that it would. She grabbed a tub of leftovers
and headed for the microwave. It was going to be an interesting nine months.

My Daddy Bred Me 2: Expecting Sex

Cheryl traced the curve of her stomach with unreserved glee. We did it. She stared at the naked

form in the half-fogged bathroom mirror. It was just a little pooch, hardly a real belly at this point, but the
thought of what was growing in there triggered a euphoric state that Cheryl struggled to contain. He's
happier than I've ever seen him. Her stepfather, Paul, had been in a chipper mood for the last four
months. His ardor had gone into overdrive as Cheryl's tummy and boobs grew larger. The man has a
definite mammary fixation. She jiggled her tits, grinning at the heft they had gained. I'm getting pretty
fond of the new girls, too.

She put those distractions out of her mind and finished toweling herself dry. I wonder if he'll spank

me again if I ask? He's been way too gentle since I started showing. Cheryl wrapped the extra large
towel around her expanding form and went to her room to get dressed. She threw on a baggy t-shirt and
some old stretchy pants and made her way down to the living room. She needed to do some shopping, but
she wanted to see her father off to the office before she left.

Cheryl caught him just as he was hanging up his cell phone. He wore a grim expression.

“Your grandmother died last night.” Paul said. That could only mean her mother's mother, Paul's

mother had been dead for over ten years. Grandma Mason had always been there for Cheryl, and they both
shared a distinct dislike of Cheryl's own mother, who had run out on her husband and daughter a number
of years ago. Grandma Mason also had a bit of money stashed away.

“The funeral is this weekend.” Her father said, folding up his old cell phone and stuffing it back into

his pocket. “So is the reading of her will.”

It took a minute to hit her. Grandma is really dead. Her stomach twisted in knots and she felt a dull

ache in her chest. The tears came, halting at first, and then in a deluge that she was powerless to hold
back. Cheryl's thoughts were jumbled, fragments of conversations and memories strung together by a
tenuous string. As she cried, her father stood up and took her into his arms. His girth and strength lent her
some comfort, but she still sobbed into his chest.

“I know.” Paul said. “I liked your grandmother, a lot.”

“I-I,” Cheryl sputtered, unable to get the words out. “can't believe it. She,”

She looked up at her stepfather, strong, unwavering, like a man carved from rock, and she loved him

for it. Nothing seemed to knock him off balance, to trip him up. She felt a surge of happiness stirring
underneath her grief. I'm so happy that I'm having his child. Those happy thoughts mixed with her grief
and morphed into something else. She needed him, needed the comfort of his touch and the heat of his
embrace. She blinked the tears from her eyes and kissed him. It caught him by surprise at first, but he
returned it ten-fold, his hungry tongue invading her mouth. She felt his member stiffen against her swelling
belly. Even better.

Her father's strong arms crushed her to him, mashing her swollen, aching breasts against his rock

hard chest. She let out a moan, her mind short-circuited by the rough feel of fabric sliding over her
nipples. She felt a bit of wetness on her bosom, she was leaking. Her hands fumbled with his belt,
unbuckling it with a bit of difficulty. He let go of her and she sank to her knees in front of him, the dutiful

daughter ready to please her father. The zipper fell and she freed his cock from his pants.

She wrapped her hand around it and licked at the head, trailing saliva around the crown. Her father

moaned, his strong hands ran through her hair as she tended to him. His cock swelled and she took it
between her lips, sucking at the head. She could feel his legs trembling as she braced her free hand on his
muscular thigh. Cheryl took more of her father's shaft in, her own ardor heightened by the feel of it
growing in her mouth. She began to pump with her hand and looked up to see her father rolling his eyes in
pleasure.

“Do you still like the way I suck your cock, daddy?” She said.

“God, you are the best little cocksucker I've ever seen.”

“You haven't seen anything, yet.”

She dove back onto his cock, taking it deep into the recesses of her mouth. He guided her, firm but

gentle, with one hand as she bobbed up and down the length of his thick shaft. Her nipples were
distracting her, they ached something fierce and demanded relief. She did her best to ignore those
sensations and concentrated on her father's cock. She took his rod deeper and deeper, its bulbous head
pressing against the back of her throat. She had to relax to force it down, but was rewarded by a low
groan from her father. She held it there for a moment and then slowly backed off, letting his cock fall from
her mouth, slick with saliva.

“Did you like that, daddy?” Cheryl said as she jerked his cock.

“You know I did, little girl.”

“Good, because I need you to do something for me.”

Cheryl stood up and ripped her shirt off. There were wet spots where her nipples had pressed

against the fabric. That's what I get for not wearing a bra. Her enhanced tits bounced as she freed them,
adding to her discomfort.

“I need you to suck on my tits, daddy. They're all aching and swollen.”

Paul stared at his stepdaughter in silence, drinking in the sight of her bared torso. His mouth spread

into a wide grin and one hand went to her hip as he leaned over and took one of her nipples into his
mouth. She cried out in surprise as he began to suck, hard, on her nipple. She could feel fluid squirt with
each pull, and it felt good. Cheryl sighed in relief as his hand began to knead and squeeze her other breast,
spraying a fine mist over both of them. He continued to suck as he guided her to the couch, forcing her to
sit down as he knelt in front of her.

He was ravenous in his desire for her, sucking at each tit in turn. She writhed and squirmed under

his attentions, moaning her pleasure in his ear. His hands found her pants and he yanked them down to her
ankles, exposing her moist mound. His hand found her folds and he rubbed at her clit sending her into a
series of convulsions.

“Oh my god, daddy! It feels so good, don't stop. Don't stop!” She whimpered in his ear.

His mouth continued to ease the ache in her swollen breasts as one finger explored the wet caverns

of her tight little hole. It was almost too much to take. His thick finger plunged in and out of her, faster and
faster, driving her toward climax. His lips were soft and slippery on her nipples, sucking and nibbling at
her nipples as he drew more fluid out of her. She felt a warm stream of it dribble onto her from his mouth,
flowing down her belly. The stubble on his face burned against her breast, adding to the heat that she felt
growing inside her. Her father relinquished his oral assault on her tits and kissed her. She could taste her
own fluids on his lips and the world was washed away in red light. She convulsed in her father's grasp,
her pussy tightening down on his finger as she orgasmed.

“Holy shit, daddy, you're making me come!” She screamed.

He held her there for a moment as the shaking subsided. He removed his finger from her and brought

it up to her lips. Cheryl sucked her juices off of it, relishing the sweet taste. Her father wasted no time; he
grabbed her waist and flipped her over. Cheryl put her hands on the arm of the couch and licked her lips
in anticipation. Finally! The first stroke was timid and Cheryl was disappointed by the weak sound her
father's hand made on her ass.

“Harder, daddy! I want you to spank me harder!” She said.

He obliged, the next strike warmed her ass and Cheryl bit her lip as the sharp pain washed over her,

heightening her arousal. He struck her again and she could feel the raw nerves in her ass respond. Each
stroke of his hand was an explosion in the back of her head, each throb of pain caused her pussy to get
wetter. He stopped and tore off his pants and Cheryl looked back to see his rock hard dick was purple and
engorged.

“Oh my god, daddy, that's the biggest I've ever seen it get.” She said.

He grunted and rubbed his stiff erection against her wet snatch. She moaned, lowering her head into

the plush arm of the chair. The sensation was torture, causing her aching cunt to weep in anticipation. He
pushed his hard cock between the slick folds of her pussy. The crown of his member forced her hole
open, stretching it to its limit as he eased the shaft into her.

“Ohhhhh, daddy.” She moaned.

His cock invaded her, inch by thick inch and she bit down on the arm of the sofa. He wrapped his

rough hands around her hips and slid it in to the hilt. She groaned as she felt his dick probe deep inside
her womb. Her father reached around and fondled one of her swollen breasts, releasing some of the fluid
within. His rod slid out of her wet snatch, paused at the entrance to her tight, little hole, and then rammed
home. Each thrust drove her to new heights. His thick fingers squeezed her breast, and the raw ache
caused by his milking only served to stoke the fire in her loins.

He let go of her breast and clamped down on her shoulder, pulling her into his cock as he impaled

her again and again. He fucked her harder and harder, his powerful haunches driving his swollen member
deep into her. She screamed and bucked into him, trying to will him to fuck her even harder. The flesh of
her shoulders turned white as he tightened his grip on her.

“Fuck me hard, daddy! Fuck me till I come!” She cried.

He redoubled his efforts. His thighs slapped against her ass cheeks, exciting the red flesh he had

warmed with his firm spanking. Cheryl threw her head back and her hair cascaded down her shoulders
and over his hands. She had never felt so used, so good, in her entire life. This man was perfect for her.
Each thrust forced her into the arm of the couch. Her father wrapped her hair up into his fist and tugged,
not too hard, but just enough to cause the right amount of pain. She could feel another orgasm banging on
the back of her mind, desperate to be released. She came like a rocket ship.

“Ohgodohfuckohgoddaddydaddydaddy!” She cried as her pussy convulsed and clamped down on

his dick.

“That's it, little girl, come on my cock.” Her father growled.

“I am, daddy, I'm coming all over your cock.”

He kept pounding her poor cunt as she came. It only served to drive her into a frenzy. She bucked

her hips and fucked him back with everything she had. He grunted and she could feel his cock throbbing
inside of her, each pulse expanding the walls of her snatch as he neared an explosion.

“Come with me daddy!” She cried. “Come in me!”

His cock sprayed its hot seed deep inside of her. He grunted as she used her pussy to milk his cock

dry. He collapsed on top of her, his hands holding some of his weight. The rest of his bulk pressed into
her, warm and comforting. She felt safe in his embrace and her passion for him burned away her sorrows.
It wasn't until he picked himself up off of her that Cheryl realized she was crying.

***

Her grandmother's funeral had taken place upstate. It was a typical day for late fall, cool, breezy,

and overcast. The gray sky mirrored Cheryl's own mood as her grandmother's coffin was lowered into the
ground. Her stepfather wrapped her up in one massive arm, holding her fast by her shoulder as she wept.
Her tears stained her face and tumbled to the hard ground, lost in the soil forever. The priest finished his
homily and the first spray of dirt skittered across the slick, lacquered surface of the coffin. Cheryl buried
her face in her father's chest and sobbed. Goodbye grandma.

The reading of the will proved to be even more depressing than the funeral. The executor, her

grandmother's attorney, had informed them that it was to be held directly after the burial. They had
climbed into the rented limo and arrived at the modest house her grandmother had called home. The
attorney, Mr. Jacobs, had ushered them upstairs to a small reading room. It was lined with bookshelves,
her grandmother had always been a reader, and a small desk occupied the back of the room. A window let
the dim autumn sunlight in, but it barely illuminated the room. A small television was set up on the desk
and connected to a DVD player. There were three chairs set in front of the desk. One of them was
occupied when Cheryl and her father entered.

“Holy shit!” Cheryl said when she saw who was seated in the room.

“Its nice to see you, too, Cheryl.” Her mother said. She stood up and turned toward them. It seemed

like she hadn't aged a day since Cheryl had last laid eyes on her. She was dressed in a slinky black dress
and black fuck-me pumps. Some things never change. “I see you managed to get yourself knocked up.”

“Kathleen.” He father said. His voice was flat, but his tone was unmistakeable.

“Ease up, Paul.” Cheryl's mother said. “It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“So, Carlo's money finally ran out?” Her father said. “Or did he drop you like bad rubbish.”

“We split up, if you must know.” Kathleen said. “I wouldn't be here right now if momma hadn't

called me and begged for me to show up.”

Cheryl was shell-shocked. She moved like a zombie as Mr. Jacobs guided her and her father to the

other two seats. Her mother sat back down without another word. Mr. Jacobs said nothing. He pressed
play on the DVD player and moved to the back of the room. Her grandmother appeared on the screen.
Grandma Mason looked haggard but defiant. When she spoke, it was in a strong voice.

“If you three are watching this, then I've finally kicked the bucket. It was good a run. I've some

regrets, some fond memories, and a whole lot of parting words to you. Kathy, you're my daughter, my
blood. I always said that Paul was the best thing to ever happen to you, but you were too young, too
selfish, and too damn foolish to listen to your old lady.” Kathleen narrowed her eyes at the screen. “I hope
you enjoyed that rich Italian gigolo before he dropped you like a bad habit, because you'll be getting
nothing from me.”

“What!?” He mother said. “She can't do that.” She looked back at Mr. Jacobs, who shrugged. “You

dirty, rotten, old fucking hag.”

Her grandmother was silent, as if she had known what her daughter's reaction would be. Kathleen

steamed as Grandma Mason continued, “Cheryl, granddaughter, you've always been a bit of hellion. I am
forever grateful to Paul for taking care of you when your mother took off. Never forget the sacrifices he
made for you, he's a good man. I was so happy when he told me that you started to turn yourself around.
Now you've gone and gotten pregnant by some boy, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing. It seems to have
matured you, settled you down a bit. In honor of that, and because you are also blood and I actually like
you, I'm leaving you the house and I'm leaving the little one a trust fund. It contains my life savings, which,
at the time of this recording, are worth three quarters of a million dollars.”

“What!!” Cheryl and her mother both said.

“Mr. Jacobs has the particulars, but it can not be touched until your child reaches the age of 18.

Consider that my legacy to you and yours, Cheryl. It should accumulate quite a bit more between now and
then. No grandchild of mine will be left wanting. If you have other children, Mr. Jacobs has been
instructed to split the inheritance between them. The sale of this land should see you through the rest of
your schooling and into whatever career you choose to pursue. I know how much you make, Paul, so I'm
not leaving you anything but my eternal gratitude. Oh, and my late husbands cars. They're in the garage,
you should have a good time with them.” The video cut off.

Her mother sputtered and fumed on her way out of the room. “This isn't over. I'm getting an attorney

and I'm going to get what's mine, Goddamn it.” And then she was gone.

Cheryl felt herself choke up again, partly for the loss of her grandmother, and partly for the

callousness of her mother. Why doesn't she love me? Did she ever love me? She always treated me as a

burden. What was wrong with me? She put her face in her hands and sobbed. Her father laid an arm
across her back and pulled her into him.

“Ignore her, Cheryl.” Paul said. “She's always been this way. It isn't you.”

“B-but, she's my mother. Why?”

“I don't know.”

Mr. Jacobs walked to the front of the room and turned off the television. “Paul, I'd be happy to

discuss the particulars with you at a later date in light of this,” He made a sour face. “Unpleasantness.”

“I appreciate that, Brian.” Her father said. “My ex-wife is a piece of work. If she's got any money

left, she'll make good on that threat. She never was one for backing down.”

“Mrs. Mason anticipated that reaction, she's set aside a bit of money for legal fees in the event that

Kathleen brings suit.”

“Good, good.”

Paul stood and helped the still sobbing Cheryl up out of her chair.

***

Cheryl was up the stairs and in the bathroom before the front door closed. Her eyes were still red

and puffy from crying, her breasts ached and she was still recovering from the encounter with her mother.
She stripped out of her dress and started the shower. She felt dirty just being in the same room as that
woman. Steam filled the bathroom and Cheryl took off her bra and panties and stepped in. The warm
water cascaded down her body, easing her despair as well as her other aches. For a blissful moment, she
could forget her mother.

Knock!Knock! Her father was rapping on the bathroom door. “You okay?” He said.

Cheryl poked her head out of the curtain. “I'm fine, dad. I just felt like taking a shower. Its been a

long day.”

“Let me know if you need anything.”

“How about some company?”

She didn't expect him to actually come in, so she went back to washing herself off. Trickles of

warm water ran down her body, between her breasts and over the slight bump of her belly. She placed a
hand over her stomach and grinned, she was really looking forward to having a child. Her hand slid lower
still, the combination of warm water and anticipation was making her horny. She started slow, her finger
sliding into her wet snatch as she rubbed her clit with her thumb. She squeezed her breasts with the other
hand, coaxing a small amount of fluid out of her diamond hard nipples. She let out a low moan, her mind
on her stepfather and the fucking he'd given her yesterday.

Cheryl jumped as the curtain was pulled back. Her father was there, naked and magnificent. “I see

you're starting without me, naughty girl.” He stepped into the shower behind her. He cupped her breast
with one massive hand, rubbing her hard nipple with his index finger as she continued to play with her
pussy. Fluid squirted from her tit and mingled with the water flowing down her body. The stream was a
pale yellow and the sight of it nearly sent her over the edge. Her father sucked at her neck sending a thrill
through her body. His cock pressed against her, hard and insistent.

Cheryl twisted in his arms so that they faced each other. He looked down at her, his brow creased

with lines of worry.

“I'm all right, daddy.”

“Are you sure?”

“I'm not going to let that bitch ruin a good thing.”

She squatted in front of him. The spray from the shower washed over her head and on to his

stomach. She watched the rivulets of water flow through the valleys of his defined abs and over his thick
member. She sucked the water from it, her lips moving up the side of his shaft towards his balls. He
braced himself on the wall of the shower as she attended to his erection.

She smiled up at him and then took the tip into her mouth. It quivered as she forced it deeper inside.

He groaned as she took it to the back of her throat and beyond. She held it there until she felt lightheaded
and then backed off. Her father placed his hands on either side of her head and guided her up. He kissed
her fiercely.

He turned her around and she bent over, placing her hands on the front of the shower. Warm water

caressed her back as his rough hands slid down her sides and held her fast. His cock felt enormous as it
plunged past her folds and deep into her wet cunt.

“Ohhhhh fuck daddy!” She cried. “Fuck me hard!”

She closed her eyes and tried to picture the tightening and releasing of his ass muscles as he drove

his cock into her. His loins made wet slapping sounds when he rammed his dick deep into her. Cheryl's
knees felt weak and each thrust rocked her forward. It was the hardest he'd ever fucked her. She
whimpered, her pussy filled to capacity by his thick member as it slid in and out of her. Her eyes rolled
into the back of her head as she climaxed.

“Daddy, you're making me come!” She said. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Her swollen cunt grabbed at her father's thick cock as she came, but he continued to fuck her

anyway. Her limbs shook and she was exhausted from the hard orgasm, but he kept plowing into her,
forcing her to the brink once more.

“Ohohohohoh.” She whimpered. “You're going to make me come again, daddy.”

Each thrust of his cock was like an electric shock. She'd never been able to hit another orgasm this

quickly, but the combination of emotion and hard fucking drove her over the edge again. She shivered and
convulsed, nearly slipping on the slick surface of the tub. Her father pulled his cock out of her and

wrapped his arms around her, steadying her. Cheryl's breath came in ragged spurts.

“Holy shit.” She said.

“You can be something else, little girl. I thought you were going to pass out.”

“Almost.” She turned toward him and grabbed his cock. “I guess we should do something about

this, huh?”

“It would be nice, I'm not too fond of blue balls.”

“Well, since it treated me so good,” She sat on the edge of the tub. The cool porcelain felt good on

her ass.

Her father's cock trembled when she grabbed it. Her lips wrapped around the thick shaft and she

sucked. She tasted the sweet juices of her own arousal on it as she worked her mouth down his rod. She
felt his cock swell as she jerked and sucked on it, a hard treat preparing to release its load into her
waiting mouth. She devoured his cock, greedily sucking at it in a frenzied effort to bring her father to
orgasm.

“That's it, baby, you're going to make me come.” He said.

She murmured her agreement around his dick. She could feel it, warm and swelling in her mouth,

just waiting to explode. She felt his body stiffen and heard him groan. She took his cock deep into the
recesses of her mouth. Cheryl gulped down the first spurt of his hot seed, it tasted salty and good. She kept
sucking, drawing out all of his cum as he groaned. Finally, it was done and she released him from her
mouth.

“Thank you, daddy. I needed that.” She said to him.

“I know, I did, too.”

They turned the water off and got out of the tub. Each helped the other dry off. She snuggled into his

chest as he dried her back.

“Don't worry, honey, your mother won't see a dime of that money.”

“I know, daddy. Its just,” Cheryl said. She was having trouble articulating what was bothering her.

“She's my mom. I know she ran out on us. I know she's a vile human being, but it still hurts, you know?”

“I know. Shush now.” He wrapped his arms around her and she felt safe.

My Daddy Bred Me 3: Milked

Cheryl placed her son in his crib. Conner was fast asleep, worn out from a long day at the nanny's

house. Cheryl and her stepfather, Paul, had been in court all day, embroiled in a lawsuit brought by
Cheryl's mother, Kathleen. I can't believe that bitch is doing this. Cheryl stared down at the cherubic
form and smiled. I won't let her take what's yours, baby. She leaned down and kissed him on the
forehead. Conner stirred, ruffling his sheets, then settled back into his dreams. In all of her twenty-two
years of life, she had something, or someone, that brought her so much joy.

Cheryl backed out of the room and closed the door carefully. Conner had his moods and he could be

a holy terror if he was woken up from an otherwise comfortable nap. Cheryl made her way down the
stairs and into the living room where she flopped down on the couch like a boned fish, utterly exhausted.
It didn't help that her breasts had started to ache again. She suspected that the stress of the lawsuit and her
evil mother were having an effect on her. She looked down at her still enlarged breasts, it had been three
months since Conner was born and they still looked a little out of place. She'd lost most of her belly and
was back to a slight paunch that she hoped to be free of soon. Paul didn't care, of course, he lusted after
her no matter what her body shape.

Paul stood in the entrance to the kitchen. He was usually so hard to read, but anger and frustration

had twisted his face into hard lines and deep creases. He was not his ex-wife's biggest fan. Cheryl's
mother had run out on them when Cheryl was in her early teens, seduced by a combination of European
sophistication, money, and a responsibility free life. It had, apparently, come crashing down on her. Her
European millionaire had cut her loose and now she was back. Cheryl's grandmother had not been rich,
but she and her husband had made good decisions in life and there was a sizable amount of money left
over when she passed.

That money was left in a trust account to Conner. Cheryl and her grandmother spent long years at

odds with one another, but the pregnancy and a shared dislike of Cheryl's mother had created a bond
between them. Now, Kathleen was using what was left of her resources to sue Grandma Mason's estate,
claiming that the old woman had not been in her right mind when she had drafted the will. It was a rash
decision on her part. Her grandmother's attorney knew his business and was making mincemeat out of
Kathleen's arguments. Still, it was stressful and upsetting to watch.

“She'll lose this one.” Paul said as he walked into the living room. Tall and well-muscled from

years of wrestling, Paul Slater maintained a fine physique into his forties.

“I know,” Cheryl said. “Its just … why is she such a bitch?”

“I don't know.” Paul sat down beside his stepdaughter. “She didn't start out that way with me, but I

suspect now that she was just one hell of an actress. The woman is a snake, Cheryl, and don't forget that.”

“I'm well aware.”

“Conner sleeping?”

“Yes.” She smiled at him. These were the only times they got to fool around. Better take advantage

of it.

Cheryl unbuttoned the first three buttons on her blouse, exposing the gentle curve of her enhanced

breasts. The hard lines in her father's face eased, replaced by longing and lust. She stood up and straddled
his knees, gyrating as she performed a little strip tease for him. Four buttons, five buttons, six buttons, off
the blouse came. She spun it over her head and tossed it onto the chair beside the sofa. He was grinning
now, so was she. His large hands circled her waist and he pulled her towards him.

“Ooof.” She said as she collapsed onto his lap, her knees straddling his thighs. “You know I like it

rough, daddy, but the baby might wake up.”

Her father was paying attention to other things. He fished her breasts from her bra, leaving them

supported by the cups but exposed to his hungry mouth. She groaned as his lips found her nipple. He had
been positively obsessed with her breasts, not that she was complaining. Her overproduction problems
were her father's gain.

“That's it daddy.” She said. “My tits are aching, suck on them for me. Milk me.”

He kneaded her breast with one hand, massaging the dull ache away as he suckled. She could feel

milk squirting from the nipple and into his mouth. Cheryl gyrated on his lap, turned on by her own
mothering instinct and the naughtiness of what they were doing. Paul was ravenous, switching from nipple
to nipple as her pussy grew moist. His fingers, callused from years of weightlifting, scratched the sides of
her breasts in delicious ways. One of his hands drifted lower, cupping her moist mound underneath her
panties. Cheryl bit her lip to keep from crying out.

“Ohhhhh, daddy.” She said.

Cheryl ground her wet snatch into his strong hand, losing herself in the sensation. Her father

devoured her breasts, hungrily sucking out their contents. Her hips bucked faster and faster, the fabric of
her wet panties sliding over her clit as she used his hand to get herself off. The orgasm came suddenly,
and she gasped, careful not to scream out. Trembling, she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed
him back into the couch.

“Good God.” She said as he disengaged himself from her breasts. She kissed him and tasted the

sweet remains of her milk on his lips. Her hand brushed his crotch. “It looks like someone is happy to see
me, huh daddy?”

“Oh, very happy, little girl.”

“Let's take him out for a visit.”

She unzipped his pants and coaxed his rock hard cock out. Her hand barely fit around the shaft as

she tugged at it, eliciting a groan from her father. She slung her leg over his lap and twisted so she was
perpendicular to him. He ran a hand through her hair as she lowered her mouth onto his member. A
droplet of fluid leaked out of the tip and she lapped it up with a flick of her tongue, it was salty. She kept
hold of his thick rod as she sucked and licked at the tip. Her father entwined his fingers in her hair, pulling
tenderly as she worked her way lower and lower. His breath was ragged and his dick seemed to swell in
her wet mouth.

“You're still the best little cocksucker.” Her father mumbled.

She took the compliment and ran with it, devouring his cock to the hilt. The engorged head tickled

the back of her throat as her lips met the base. She held it there, unable to breath, as he twisted and
groaned. She started to feel lightheaded and let up. His member was coated in a thick film of her saliva
which reached up to her lips with thin, glistening tendrils. She slurped up the excess and dove onto his
cock again. Her father clutched at her hair with both hands, guiding and goading her to continue.

She relented when she felt him start to shake. “I think we've had about enough of that.” She said.

Cheryl stood up and shimmied out of her soggy panties. She hiked up her skirt and straddled her father
once more. Cheryl reached under and found his cock after a bit of searching. Lifting up, she rubbed the
head through the folds of her wet cunt, closing her eyes and relishing the sensation. She held his quivering
member still and stared into his eyes as she lowered herself onto it, gasping as the head forced her tight
hole open. His hands cupped her face and he stroked her cheeks as she worked the tip of his cock with her
pussy.

“Do you like it when I tease you, daddy?” She said.

“You know I do.”

Cheryl licked her lips and lowered herself onto his dick. The feeling of being filled was a drug for

her, and his cock was the only cure. He pulled her face forward and they locked in a fierce embrace as
she bounced in his lap. Each stroke was long and deliberate and she could feel the juices from her snatch
coating the both of them. Their tongues fenced and she quickened her pace, impaling herself on his thick
rod and causing the couch springs to groan in protest.

His hands slipped under her skirt and he cupped her ass and squeezed. She nearly broke their

embrace to moan, but held it with a supreme force of will. She could feel herself getting wetter and she
knew another orgasm was approaching quickly. She wrapped her arms around him and redoubled her
efforts, fucking for all she was worth. His eyes widened as she rode him hard. Cheryl buried her face in
his shoulder and bit down on the fabric of his shirt as her thighs began to tremble. She squeezed him
tightly, moaning against him as a thunderous orgasm rocketed through her. Her pussy convulsed around his
cock, flooding his lap with her wetness. As the last waves of pleasure washed over her, she relaxed and
sat up.

He gripped her ass tightly and lifted her up. Holding her fast, he thrust his cock into her, matching

her earlier enthusiasm. She gasped in surprise and pleasure as his thick member rammed into her soaked
cunt, stretching her out and penetrating deep into her womb.

“Ohhhh, daddy.” She squealed in his ear.

He grunted in reply and fucked her even harder. She fought for breath and felt another orgasm

building. Her father's breathing was ragged and she knew from experience that he was close as well. The
relentless pounding drove her to greater heights, making her want to fuck him back, but his powerful arms
prevented her. She felt helpless in his grasp, but she knew he wouldn't hurt her.

“Come with me, daddy.” She whispered in his ear. “Come in me.” She sucked on his earlobe and he

shuddered against her. He drove his cock deep into her and she lost her own composure, crying out as he
injected his hot seed deep within her.

“Holy Fuck!” Cheryl screamed. She shook violently during the second orgasm, all pretense at

silence completely forgotten. Finally, it ended and she collapsed against him, his cock growing soft inside
of her pussy.

“That was perfect.” He said. Then Conner began to cry. “And its your turn to check on the baby.”

She climbed off of him with a sigh and headed up the stairs to comfort their son.

***

Cheryl rested her head against the door, not wanting to open it. The last day of the civil trial had

been a disaster. They had won, but her mother had dragged the entire family through the mud on her way
to losing. She'd fought all of the way. Cheryl's grandmother must have expected the action, because her
estate's lawyer had an answer for everything her mother brought up. Her mother had pitched a tantrum
when the judgment was read. She was still cooling her heels in a cell when Paul and Cheryl had left.
Serves the bitch right. Should have charged her with contempt.

A strong hand gripped her shoulder and gave it a firm, but gentle, squeeze. “Come on, let's get

settled. We still have to pick up Conner this afternoon.”

“I know.” Cheryl said, dislodging her head. “I'm just exhausted by all of this. At least its finally

over.”

“True.” Paul said. He opened the door and guided Cheryl inside. “I hope we've seen the last of

her.”

“No kidding.” She shed her purse on the table in the hall and kept walking. “I'm going to take a long,

hot shower and try to relax.”

“All right.” Paul veered off into the kitchen as Cheryl went upstairs.

He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer. He wasn't much of a drinker, but his ex-wife seemed to

bring out the worst in him. He popped the top and took a long pull. Grabbing up the unread newspaper
from this morning, he made his way to the living room and sat down in his recliner. He had just made it to
the sports pages when he heard the shower kick in. He looked up to the second floor. She'll be all right.
As he turned back to his paper, and beer, there was a knock at the door. Great.

Paul roused himself from the chair with some difficulty, put his beer down on the coffee table, and

went to answer the door. The knocking resumed, more insistent than before.

“Hold on, I'm coming.” He said.

He reached the door and opened it. Kathleen stood there, still dressed in the black power suit she

was wearing in court earlier. Her long, dark hair was tied up in a severe bun that accentuated the sharp
lines of her face. Even well into her forties, she was a looker. She had a bottle of old scotch in her hand.
Paul was at a loss.

“Well, aren't you going to invite me in?” Kathleen said.

“I wasn't planning on it.”

“Fair enough.” Kathleen held up the bottle, it was a particular favorite of Paul's. “I just wanted to

bury the hatchet, Paul.”

“Find another idiot.”

“Really? Don't be like that. You may not think so, but I do love my daughter, and I really want to

apologize to the both of you.” She pouted. “You're making it awful hard.”

“All right, all right.” Paul said moving out of her way. “Cheryl's in the shower.”

“And my grandson?”

“At the nanny's.”

Kathleen placed the scotch next to Paul's beer and sat down on the couch, demurely crossing her

legs. Paul sat down beside her, rigid as a Greek statue, with his hands on his knees. His ex-wife was
giving him the once over and he knew it. Stupid, never should have let her in.

“So, how did Cheryl get knocked up, anyway?” Kathleen said.

“She hasn't been all that forthcoming about it, to be honest.” Paul said. “Probably some boy at

college.”

“So, she's going to school? Or did all that go out the window when she turned up preggers?”

“She's going back in the fall.”

“Well, that's good then.”

“Yes, it is.”

“What happened to us Paul?” Kathleen placed a hand on his thigh. Paul cringed. “I mean, we used

to be quite the power couple.”

“You know damn well what happened, Kathy.” Paul said. “You were screwing around five minutes

after we said 'I do'.”

“I was impetuous.”

“Not the word I'd use.”

“Still, after all this time, you still look amazing.” Her hand slid up his thigh and toward more

sensitive regions. “Not an ounce of fat on you.”

“Kathleen.” Paul growled.

“Like a Greek god.” She turned toward him.

“Kathleen.”

She grabbed his head and all but jumped into his lap, forcing her lips onto his before he could react.

Cheryl picked that moment to walk out of the bathroom. She gave a strangled gasp and ran toward her
room. Paul grabbed Kathleen's shoulders and pushed her away, sending her sprawling onto the floor.

“You son of a bitch.” Kathleen spit at him.

“For what? Refusing you?” Paul stood and drew himself up. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

Kathleen's face flushed bright red. She stood up, grabbed the scotch and stalked toward the door.

“You're going to regret that, Paul. Don't think I don't know what's going on.”

“Frankly, Kathy, I don't give a fuck what you think you know. You're a fucking snake and I'll be

happy to see the back of you.”

She whirled and threw the bottle of scotch at him. It struck him in the shoulder and fell to the table

where it shattered. Amber liquor and glass shards sprayed the living room carpet and Paul's trousers. The
door slammed shut and Kathleen was gone. That could have gone better, now I smell like the town
drunk. Cheryl was sobbing loud enough for him to hear in the living room. He frowned down at the mess.
It'll wait. He brushed his trousers off as best he could and made his way upstairs.

The door to Cheryl's room was locked. He rattled the knob a few times, then knocked on it.

“Cheryl? Honey?” He said.

“What the fuck do you want? You traitor.”

“It isn't like that at all.”

“Really, because it looked like Mom was trying to figure out what you had for lunch.”

“She jumped on me just as you were coming out of the bathroom.” Odd timing, that.

“Yeah, right.”

“Honey, would you just open the door. I'm tired, pissed, and I smell like hundred year old scotch.”

There was a moment of silence and then the door knob turned. The door opened slowly, revealing a

puffy faced Cheryl with only a towel draped around her. She looked her stepfather up and down, pausing
as she saw the wet spots on his trousers. She sniffed.

“Jesus, you weren't kidding.”

“Compliments of your mother.”

“Okay.” She opened the door a little further. “Okay. I believe you.”

“Thank you.” Paul said, reaching out to stroke her hair. “You know I'd never do anything to hurt

you, right?”

“I know.”

Paul led her over to the bed, sat down, and patted the mattress. “Sit.”

Cheryl drew a tortured groan from the box spring as she collapsed onto the bed beside her father.

The shock of seeing her mother sticking her tongue down his throat still hadn't worn off. He's mine, damn
it. You had your chance. She consoled herself by imagining what it would feel like to punch the old bitch
in the face repeatedly. Paul put his arm around her and drew her close.

“She's gone, Cheryl.” He said, stroking her dark hair. “And trust me when I say I want nothing to do

with her. She's poison.”

“I know, its just, you were with her once.”

“Long time ago.” He said. “It wasn't all bad.”

“Really?” She scowled up at him.

“Really.” He grinned at her. “I ended up with you.”

Her scowl melted in the face of his admission. “Prove it. We've still got a few hours before we

have to pick up Conner.”

“What have you got in mind?”

She stood up and the towel fell in a heap at her feet. Paul's eyes were locked on her, inspecting her,

devouring her. “You should get those pants off, daddy, they reek.”

He stood up and took them off, tossing them to the side. His cock was already erect and it peaked

out of his boxers. She closed on him, running a hand over his chest. “This has got to go, too.” She
unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off of him. God, he's gorgeous. Her father's hands were not idle, they
roamed her body, stoking her desire as the passed her flanks and caressed her swollen breasts. He
lowered his head to her chest and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. She moaned as he milked
her. He drew his fill and came back up, crushing her in his embrace. They kissed and his mouth tasted
sweet.

She wrapped her hand around his swollen member and squeezed it. He groaned his approval in her

ear and continued to knead her breasts. She could feel a small amount of milk leak from her nipples as he
massaged her tits. He's obviously got a fetish. She smiled and whispered in his ear.

“I want you to spank me, daddy.”

In response, he grabbed her up and sat on the bed. She was a child in his arms, helpless against his

strength and she loved it. He draped her over his legs, his hard cock pressing against her side. She
wriggled her ass for him, goading him on. His hand slid over the bare flesh of her buttocks, squeezing
handfuls of it as he determined the best place to strike. Cheryl mewled in frustration. He brought his hand
down on her ass, hard but not too hard. She squealed in pain and arousal as he spanked her. Her ass

cheeks burned and she knew they were a rosy red color.

“Ohhhh.” She said. “Spank me, daddy. I've been a bad girl.”

He gave her a few more licks with his hand and then massaged her aching cheeks. Her pussy

moistened at his touch. He clamped down on her with one arm and slid his finger between the slick folds
of her cunt. She squirmed and whimpered as he worked his thick finger into her tight hole. He rotated his
torso and held her down with his elbow as he concentrated on her backside.

“Ohhh, daddy.” She groaned.

He spread her cheeks wide and spit on her tiny rosebud. She struggled against him, delighting in the

sensation of being held down. He was going to have his way with her and she loved it. He worked her
wet snatch with one finger and pressed on her tight little asshole with the other. She kicked and bucked as
he loosened her up, inserting his thick finger slowly into her. The sensation was amazing, a mix of pain
and pleasure that send her into an orgasmic frenzy.

“Holy shit, daddy, you're making me come!” Cheryl screamed.

She trembled in his grasp as he fucked both of her holes with his fingers. Each thrust sent electric

shocks down her spine. The pressure seemed to build and build until finally she exploded again. She felt
her pussy flood as it spasmed around his finger. She was lost in a moaning, screaming fugue that seemed
to go on forever. He removed his fingers as she settled down. Cheryl hung like a limp rag across his
knees.

“That was something else.” Her father said as he picked her up and dumped her on her back. He

dropped his boxers and knelt on the bed. His rigid member quivered over her lips and she seized the
opportunity to lay kisses on it. His hand found her went snatch again and he began to rub her clit. She
managed to get her hand around the base of his cock and pulled it down into her mouth. She sucked on the
head, coating it in her saliva as she jerked the shaft. His finger pressed down on her little button and she
took his dick out of her mouth to moan.

“I want you to fuck me, daddy.” Cheryl said while stroking her father's dick.

“Oh, I'm going to, little girl.”

His hands clamped down on her hips and spun her around. Cheryl spread her legs for him and he

pulled her towards him. She grinned as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He rubbed his cock
against her pussy and she moaned. Her desire was riding high and she whimpered and writhed as he used
his swollen member to titillate her.

“Ohhh, daddy, stop teasing me.” Cheryl said. “Put it in me.”

The head of his cock pressed against her hole, stretching it as he breached her pussy. He held it

there for a moment and pulled it back out. “I think I'll tease you a little more.” Her father said. She
groaned in protest. He fucked her with the tip, just barely entering her and then pulling out. Her cunt
responded by getting even wetter than it had been before. Her head twisted from side to side as he
continued his cruel teasing, hinting at the fucking that was to come. She clawed at his shoulders and back,

trying to pull him into her, to force him to fuck her, but it was no use. He was too strong for that. Then he
slid his hard cock all the way into her and her vision went white.

“OhmyGod!” She cried. She'd never felt anything so intense.

His thick shaft plunged into her, again and again, driven hard by his powerful haunches. The bed

rocked back and forth with their frenzied coupling. Her father bent forward, resting his considerable bulk
on top of her. Cheryl loved to feel his weight against her, it was reassuring and comforting. He slipped his
hands under her ass, grabbing her cheeks and holding her hips up. Each thrust seemed to go deeper than
before and she felt like she was going to explode. The wet slap of his thighs against her skin and the
sensation of his cock driving deep into her sent her over the edge.

“Oh God daddy, I'm coming!” She cried.

He continued to pound her quivering cunt as she trembled and bucked underneath him. The orgasm

seemed to stretch forever, burst of pleasure and shocks of delight exploding in her brain. The tremors
subsided and he slowed down, allowing her to recover from the intense experience.

“I want you to fuck me in the ass, daddy.” She whispered in his ear. “You haven't done that since

the first time.”

He grunted in response and pulled out of her. He manhandled her, flipping her over onto her

stomach. She smiled and reached behind to spread her ass cheeks wide for him. He spit on her tiny
rosebud again and it mixed with the overflow of juices from her pussy. His cock felt enormous as it
pressed against her sphincter. He worked it in slowly, stretching her tight hole to its limits as she moaned.
It was painful at first, but her asshole soon became accustomed to his girth. Still slick from her cunt, the
shaft slit into her with little resistance.

“Fuck me, daddy!” She cried. “Fuck me in the ass!”

He ramped up his thrusts, driving into her poor little asshole harder and harder. His strokes pressed

her into the mattress, grinding her clit against the balled up sheets. She snaked one hand underneath and
began to rub her swollen nub. The sensations were driving her crazy, each thrust of his cock seemed to
push her toward climax. She rubbed faster, trying to time her release with his. He leaned over her and his
hot breath tickled the hairs on the back of her neck. He fucked her even harder and, as he grunted in her
ear, she slipped a finger into her pussy. His throbbing cock injected the first spurt of his hot seed deep in
her ass and her world exploded again.

“Ohhhhhhhfuckfuckfuck.” Cheryl chanted.

The litany continued as he emptied his load into her and she convulsed underneath him. Her pussy

flooded again, soaking the bed sheets. Her father placed one hand on her head and steadied her as he
finished. Finally, sweaty and spent, he collapsed on top of her. Their flesh seemed to meld together, wet
and flushed.

“I love you, daddy.” She said.

He rolled off of her and she slithered over to him, curling up against his side as he wrapped a

sinuous arm around her. “I love you, too.” He said in between hard breaths. She sighed and snuggled
closer against him.

“Everything will be fine.” He said as he stroked her hair.

“I know.” She looked up at him. “How long do we have until we have to pick up Conner?”

“Plenty of time.” He grinned and kissed her.

Cheryl pulled herself on top of him, letting her hair fall over his face in dark waves. It was turning

out to be a good day, after all.

My Daddy Bred Me 4: Bred Again

They hit the door in a mass of groping hands and hungry lips. Cheryl felt her way across her

stepfather's expansive back. The ridges and valleys of his muscular form were etched in her mind, each
one familiar and comforting. Their son, Conner, was at the nanny's for the night. He'd just reached one
year old and his constant attention-seeking had put a large dent in his parent's sex life. The nanny thought
that Cheryl was visiting an old friend and that Paul was out of town on business. Cheryl hated keeping the
secret, but the rest of the world would never understand the relationship she had with her stepfather.

Paul pawed at her like a hungry bear, kneading and squeezing her ass as he held her up against the

door. Cheryl lost herself in his embrace, meeting his fierce kiss with unbridled enthusiasm. He reluctantly
let up on her to fish in his pockets for the keys to the house. The jingling and scratching of the key on the
doorknob revealed the depth of his distraction.

They fumbled and crashed through the hallway and Cheryl managed to drop her purse somewhere

between the front door and the living room. She ripped her father's suit jacket off and tossed it on the
couch. Her own dress, what little of it there was, felt stifling. She was hot in more ways than one, but she
wanted to fuck in a proper bed. She grabbed her father's tie with one hand and pushed him off with the
other.

“Upstairs.” She said, flipping her dark hair for dramatic effect.

“What does it matter?” Paul said. He was breathing heavily and the bulge in the crotch of his pants

left very little to the imagination.

“We never do it on the bed, anymore.”

“So? We barely do it at all, anymore.”

“Do you want nookie or not?” Cheryl said. She licked her lips and added, “Daddy.”

That did it. She sashayed her way up the steps, father in tow. She wiggled her ass with each step

and hoped that he enjoyed the show. She looked back and smiled at him. The silly grin on his face, a rarity
for Paul Slater, was all the proof she needed that she had him hooked. Thank god, because I'm hornier
than hell tonight. They reached the threshold to the master bedroom and she turned, dropping his tie. He
picked her up by the waist in a deft move that made her feel like a little girl again. He crossed the room
and dumped her on the bed. She bounced to the tune of the springs as he loosened his tie.

“You should wear a clip on.” Cheryl said as she pulled the straps of her dress over her shoulders.

“Blasphemy.”

“This part would go quicker.” She shimmied out of her dress and it fell to the floor at the foot of the

bed, a red puddle of satin on the beige expanse.

“That's a fair point.” His pulled off his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. Cheryl finished it for

him, jumping up off of the bed and grabbing the edges. She pulled and buttons flew off across the room,
clattering against the wall and the dresser.

“That was a hundred dollar shirt.” Paul said.

“You can buy more.” She ran a hand over his chest and down his washboard stomach.

“That I can.” Her father said, inhaling sharply as her hand found its objective.

“Is this for me?” Cheryl said, smiling and sinking to her knees in front of him.

With practiced ease, she unbuckled his pants and stripped him to his underwear. She couldn't resist

running her hands along the curve of his ass. She squeezed, but they were as hard and unyielding as a
marble statue. Stymied but not deterred, she hooked the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down.
His thick cock hung, half-hard and twitching, in front of her. Cheryl took it into her mouth and sucked at
the head with relish.

The feel of his dick swelling as she sucked on it was just as thrilling as it was the first time. Each

time she took it deeper she could feel his legs tremble. She swirled her tongue around the head, holding
the thick shaft steady in her hand. She was rewarded with a groan and she smiled up at her father. She
loved that feeling of control, even if it was just for a moment. Their eyes locked and she devoured his
member once more. She worked her way down slowly, pulling back every so often to tease him.

He groaned each time she backed off, and his hands brushed her hair and applied gentle pressure to

the back of her head. Cheryl went down again, sliding her lips along his shaft and relaxing her throat as
she reached the base of his cock. She held her breath as he trembled and shook, his manhood lodged deep
in her mouth and tickling the back of her throat. Cheryl grew lightheaded and withdrew, leaving a thick
trail of saliva glistening on her father's rod. She gasped for air, her own ardor blazing as she worked him
into a frenzy.

“Do you still like the way I suck your cock, daddy?” Cheryl said.

“You know I do.” Paul said. He grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her in the air. She squealed

in mock terror and real delight as he tossed her on the bed. “Now its my turn.”

He wrapped one hand around her hip, holding her to the bed as he stretched out beside her. His

pants and underwear had been discarded and she could feel the insistent pressure of his hard cock against
her belly. He cupped the back of her head and pulled her up into his embrace. Their lips met in a wet and
hungry kiss. His tongue probed her mouth and she met it head on, her panties growing moist as they
explored each other.

His mouth unlatched from hers and he blazed his way down her neck with kisses. She moaned and

writhed in his grasp as he sucked at her neck. Her hands left long scratch marks across his back as she dug
into the hard muscle, consumed by her desire for him. Somewhere along the way, he had expertly
unhooked her bra and discarded it. She gasped as he took a nipple into his mouth, drawing it over his
teeth, gently. The combination of suction and friction drove her wild, but he continued down, teasing her
every inch of the way.

He finally made it to the promised land, his lips leaving a trail of hot kisses down her flat belly. He

kissed and groped the insides of her thighs as she twisted and moaned and begged for release. His hand
brushed her mound, sliding her panties over her wet snatch. He kissed it. She moaned.

“Quit teasing me, daddy.” Cheryl said between breaths.

“Oh, I think a little more teasing is in order.” Her father said.

He reared up and flipped her over. She flopped like a child's toy, helpless before his strength. His

hands ran over the curve of her ass, squeezing and massaging her cheeks. Cheryl arched her back to give
him better access. He knows me so well.

He started out with love taps, short and sharp. She yipped with each stroke. He worked himself into

a rhythm, the strikes growing harder. Her ass was raw and warm and she knew he had brought out a rosy
red color in her cheeks. She answered each slap with a cry, the pain adding to the arousal that had already
taken hold in her loins.

Her father massaged her aching cheeks with one massive hand while the other slipped under her

belly and skirted the waistband of her panties. Cheryl moaned with delight as his fingers found her
slippery mound. His fingers rubbed and stroked her swollen pussy as she mewled and ground herself into
his hand. A thick finger slipped into her tight hole and she gasped. He pulled her panties down, exposing
her ass to his free hand. He pressed against her little rosebud and Cheryl clawed at the sheets in coma-
inducing ecstasy.

His finger, slick with her juices, worked its way into her asshole. It felt huge at first, an insistent

intruder that stretched her to the limit. She scrabbled for a pillow and pressed her face into it, whimpering
as she tried to relax her sphincter. He held his finger there while his other hand continued to massage her
clit. The sensations were unbearable and Cheryl bit down on the pillow to keep from crying out. Soon,
she was being fucked by two fingers, one in her wet cunt and the other in her puckered starfish.

Her father picked up the pace and Cheryl exploded in a tremendous orgasm. Her pussy flooded and

spasmed around his finger and her asshole tightened on the other. He continued to stroke, each penetration
triggering a new convulsion in her. Overwhelmed by the sensation, Cheryl lifted her head to scream.

“Oh god, daddydaddydaddydaddy.” She said. “I'm coming so much!” Her speech devolved into

nonsense as he continued.

He relented and she came down off of her high, shaking and sweaty from the exertion. Cheryl

flipped herself over, her damp hair plastered on her face. Her father brushed the straying mane away with
his hand. He cupped the back of her head as he sidled between her legs and kissed her hard. Cheryl
arched her back and raised her hips, sliding the slick folds of her moist cunt along the bottom of his
engorged cock.

He entered her while they were still engaged, his tongue digging ravenously into her mouth as his

thick cock breached her pussy. He slid it into her slowly, sending little shocks of pleasure shooting up her
spine. Her eyes widened as he went deeper and his member filled her completely. Their lips parted,
bound by thin streamers of saliva.

“Ohhhhh daddy.” Cheryl cooed.

He favored her with a smile as he began to fuck her. His swollen rod forcing her tight little hole

open with each thrust. Her pussy seemed to flood with juices and she panted as he picked up his pace.

Their coupling was electric and she bucked her hips in time with his thrusts. Each stroke drove her higher.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing his unyielding form as his cock brought her over the
edge again. Her hands raked his back, digging into tight muscle and hard flesh as she convulsed beneath
him.

“Holy fuck!” Cheryl cried.

Her father kept pounding, sending her through one intense orgasm and into another. Her screams

turned to loud whimpers as her cunt seemed to take control, clamping down on his cock. White spots
exploded behind Cheryl's eyes and she feared she would be overwhelmed. It had been a while since
they'd fucked with this kind of intensity. Her hands slid across his back on a thin sheen of slick sweat. Her
father was putting in some work.

She wrapped her hands around his head and grabbed handfuls of thick, dark hair. Cheryl pulled her

father close, kissed him fiercely, and said, “I want you to fuck me in the ass again, daddy.”

He grunted in acknowledgment and broke her hold on him with little effort. She sighed as his dick

left the warm confines of her snatch. She squealed and giggled as he flipped her onto her stomach. He
straddled her, his thighs scissoring to force her legs together. She arched her back and presented her ass
to him. He grabbed her cheeks, squeezing them and she wriggled in his grasp, delighting in the
manhandling.

He spread her cheeks, exposing her little rosebud to his attentions. A thick glob of spit dropped on

her and his finger rubbed it against her. His cock, already slick with the juices of her arousal, pressed
against her tight sphincter. She moaned as the head began to force her open, stretching her little asshole to
the limit. She managed to reach under herself and her world exploded as she found her clit.

“Fuckfuckfuck! Fuck my ass, daddy!” Cheryl screamed.

His dick invaded her snug asshole with long, slow strokes. She could feel herself adjusting to his

girth, accepting the way that he and he alone filled her so completely. He gripped her shoulder, his hand
like a steel vice, as he increased the pace of his thrusts. She turned her head and let out a long, crooning
moan. He hunched over, driving ever harder into her forbidden hole, his hot breath wafting over her neck.
She sensed the explosion before it came.

“Oh shit, little girl.” Her father said. “I'm going to come.”

“That's it, daddy!” She screamed as he pounded her. “Come in my asshole.”

His cock seemed to grow even larger as he injected the first hot spurts of his seed into her. She

convulsed under him, her clit forgotten in the sheer orgasmic pleasure she was experiencing. He held his
cock there for a while and she felt it shrink inside of her. He rested his weight on her and it was still as
comforting as ever.

“We're going to have to pick up Conner soon.” He said.

“I know, daddy, but we have time for one more round.”

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

***

Carol, the nanny, lived across town. She was an older lady that Paul had done some pro bono work

for in the past. She was a sweet woman who doted on their son. The only light on when Paul and Cheryl
pulled into the driveway was the kitchen light.

“That's strange.” Cheryl said. “Maybe Conner's sleeping?”

“Probably.”

He cut the ignition and they both stepped out of the car. A chill wind bit into Cheryl's face, adding

to the discomfort of an already cold night. They had both thrown on less formal clothes, but she wasn't
wearing a jacket since she didn't expect to be outside for long. She hugged herself and walked alongside
her father to the front door.

Knock! Knock!

Nothing.

Knock! Knock!

“Carol!” Paul called out.

“I don't like this.”

“Neither do I.”

He knocked again to no avail. He growled in frustration and turned the door nob. It opened.

“Get behind me.” Her father said.

“I don't like this.” Cheryl said. “Where's Conner? He should be crying by now.” The hairs on the

back of her neck stood at attention.

Paul crept into the house, turning and placing a finger to his lips before starting for the kitchen.

Cheryl stayed quiet as well, even though she wanted to run screaming through the house in search of their
son. The kitchen was in disarray. The normally fastidious nanny seemed to be slipping. Pots, pans and
broken dishes were scattered over the counter and on the floor. Cheryl gasped as they entered. Bright, red
blood pooled on the floor behind the center island. She screamed when she saw the body behind it.

“Oh god, someone killed her!” Cheryl said. She felt trapped. “What did they do to Conner? Oh

god.”

“Easy.” Paul placed a hand on her shoulder. The strength there served to calm her down, at least a

little. “Let me check on Carol, first.”

He was careful to not step in the blood. It seemed to be coming from a nasty looking head wound.

The old woman was slumped on the floor, her face turned to the side on the hard tile. He pressed his
fingers to her neck.

“She's got a weak pulse. Call 911.”

Cheryl jumped as Paul's phone rang. He ignored it as Cheryl frantically tried to dial the emergency

number. It was insistent, calling back even when he let it go to voice mail. Cheryl had retreated to the
corner of the little kitchen and was attempting to still her shaking fingers long enough to dial the numbers.

“Hi, Paul.” Her mother's voice said.

“Its your mother.” Paul said, disgust tinging his voice. He put the phone back up to his ear. “Hello

Kathleen, now is not a good time.”

“I know it isn't, Paul.” Cheryl stopped what she was doing. Her father had the volume loud enough

that she could listen in. “I wouldn't call the police if I were you. Not if you want to see this bastard child
of yours again.”

Cheryl slid down the wall and began to sob. The look on her father's face was hard to read, but it

went from sorrow to fury in an instant. “I don't know what you think you've figured out, Kathleen, but this
is not going to end well for you.”

“Sure it is Paul, because I know your filthy secret. Couldn't keep your hands off of her, could you? I

should have seen that one coming when I left her with you. That's all right, though, I sure as hell didn't
want the little bitch in the first place. I don't even know who her father is. A problem I imagine little
Conner here is going to have for the rest of his life.”

“Kathleen...”

“Don't Kathleen me, Paul. I want what's rightfully mine. You can have your bastard back, but I want

mama's money. If you tell the cops, I'll strangle him and send him back to you in a box.”

Cheryl choked and continued to ball. Paul snarled. “I have to get Carol some help.”

“Call 911 as you leave. I want the two of you in a motel a few miles outside of town. Give them

whatever story you have to. You're only going to need a day to pull the money.”

“It isn't that easy.”

“Make it that easy. Pull it from your own savings, I don't care. I'll be calling again.”

“Fuck!” Her father said. He raised his hand to throw the phone but then thought better of it and

pocketed it again.

He crossed the kitchen in a haze, his face neutral. Cheryl looked up at him with tear stained eyes,

sniffling. He picked her up and carried her out of the house and back to the car. With unnatural calm, he
dialed 911 and told them that he thought his neighbor might have had an accident and gave them Carol's
address. Cheryl was inconsolable, withdrawing deeper into herself as Paul helped her into the passenger
seat and buckled her up.

They drove out of town and stopped at the first low rent motel they found. It wasn't long before

Cheryl was lying in a smelly room on top of stained sheets. Why is my mother, my own mother, doing
this to me? And little Conner, what the fuck did he do? Tears sprung from her eyes, again, and she fought
hard to choke them back down. Her father paced the small room and would be wearing a hole in the
carpet if there had been any carpet left on the floor.

“I'm going to have to hit the bank tomorrow and get the money.” He said, collapsing in a creaky, old

chair.

“Do, do you have the money?” Cheryl said. She sniffed a few times and sat up.

“Yeah, I've got it.” Her father said. “Its not going to be easy to explain, though. We're not going to

have much time before the cops start asking question.”

“We should just come clean.”

“About what?”

“You know what.”

“Its not illegal, but I'd lose my practice. We'd have to move.”

“So? Fuck those people.”

“You're upset and not thinking straight.”

“You're damn right I'm upset, but I'm thinking pretty God damn straight at the moment. We'd be at

the police station right now if you weren't so fucking scared of people finding out about us.”

“That's not fair.”

“Its plenty fucking fair.”

“Can we not do this right now?”

“Fine.” Cheryl rolled over on her side and hid her face in the pillow. The ravages of the day had

left her tired and drained and she drifted off to sleep in spite of her rage.

***

“Get up, Cheryl.” Her father said. He shook her shoulder with one meaty paw.

“Huh? Wa?” Cheryl said as she climbed back up to consciousness and the realization that she was

really in a dirty motel room and it had not been a terrible nightmare. Sleep had mellowed her out, though.
She blinked her eyes and rubbed the sleep away and realized that she was no longer just scared and sad.
She was pissed.

“I have the money. Your mother called but I didn't want to wake you. We're meeting her outside of

town.”

“Where outside of town?” Cheryl said as she swung her feet off of the bed.

“The Detective James Oldman bridge.” Paul said. “You know, the one over the river and down off

the highway.”

“Yeah.”

He stroked her lank and filthy hair. “Its going to be fine, Cheryl.” He said. “And you were right, I've

avoided the subject of us because of the practice.”

“I know.”

“We'll move.”

“I'd like that.”

“Let's go get our son back from that bitch.”

***

The bridge ran along a stretch of road that led to an abandoned manufacturing plant. Cheryl thought

they had made blankets, or maybe furniture. It didn't really matter, the company had folded a couple of
years ago and nobody came down this road anymore. It was the perfect spot for extortion. She seethed
when she saw her mother, one hand in her coat pocket and the other claw firmly wrapped around her little
boy. Paul got out of the car first, bag in hand, and started toward Kathleen.

“That's far enough, Paul.” Kathleen said. She produced a snub nosed revolver from her coat pocket.

“I brought a little insurance, you know, in case you were thinking of trying something.”

“That won't be necessary, Kathy.”

“Let's hope not.”

Cheryl got out of the car. She was afraid for her son, but she had never been this angry with another

human being in her life. Her and her father stood in front of the car and faced her mother. Paul held up the
bag.

“The money is all here. What do you want me to do with it?” He said.

“Throw it to me.”

He swung the bag underhand and it landed near Kathleen's feet. She looked down at the bag, then up

at Paul and smiled like a viper.

“Thanks Paul.” She said as she raised the gun.

The report sounded like a cannon shot to Cheryl, who stared in disbelief as her father cried out and

dropped to the ground. Conner began to wail and Cheryl found herself crossing the distance between her
and her mother, oblivious to the gun in the deranged woman's hand. Kathleen swung around, still smiling

and fired again. Cheryl heard the buzz of the round as it passed by her head. Kathleen's grin faded, but
Cheryl was on her, one hand holding her wrist, the other trying to wrest the child away. She forced her
mother to the railing, smashing the older woman's hand on it and dislodging the gun. It fell into the void,
neither woman noticing the splash as it hit the river below. Kathleen snarled at Cheryl and freed her hand.
She raked her nails across her daughter's face, leaving red trails across Cheryl's cheek.

“You bitch.” Cheryl said. She grabbed the screaming child with both hands and broke her mother's

grip on him.

“You took my husband. You took everything from me, you little cunt!” Kathleen spit at her as she

slapped Cheryl.

Cheryl was past pain, however. Her son was in danger and this thing in front of her may have just

killed the man she loved. She did what came naturally, she punched her mother in the face, rocking the
older woman. Kathleen grabbed the rail for support, woozy from the blow. Cheryl hit her again and she
crumpled.

“Fuck you.” Cheryl said to the unmoving form. She grabbed the bag and ran toward Paul. He was

moaning. Oh god, please don't let it be serious. Conner had his arms firmly wrapped around his mother's
neck and he cooed in her ear. She kept hold of her son as she tried to flip her father over. He managed to
assist her and, with some effort, managed to get himself face up. Blood leaked from a wound in his
shoulder. Thank god. Cheryl reached into her pocket and dialed 911. She no longer cared who knew
about what, just that her family was safe. Paul smiled at her.

“That was unpleasant.”

“One way of putting it.”

“What happened to your mother?”

“She's no mother of mine.” Cheryl said, pointing to the still form by the railing. “I knocked the bitch

out.”

“I always knew those boxing lessons would come in handy. Of course, you only ever used them in

bar fights.”

“That was a long time ago.”

“Only about a year ago.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

She put the phone away and had him apply pressure to the wound. Conner fell asleep on the back

seat as she fished the first aid kit from the trunk. She was nearly finished dressing the wound when she
heard the sirens. Things were going to be all right.

***

Achoo! Cheryl sneezed as she ran the feather duster over the mantle. It was strange being in a new

house, not to mention a new city. That was the price of being able to call Paul the father of her child. The
story had hit the local news and then the state, but, thankfully, had stopped there. Cheryl's mother had gone
to trial and ended up with a hefty sentence for kidnapping, extortion and attempted murder. Served the
bitch right.

She dug her bare toes into the plush carpet. That was one of Paul's better ideas. The living room

was strewn with brown boxes waiting to be unpacked. She had wanted to get things cleaned up first. The
furniture hadn't arrived yet, it was delayed somewhere in Arkansas, so they were sleeping on sheets and
blankets on the living room floor. Thank god we took Conner's crib with us. Conner was sleeping
upstairs. Paul had found a job at a prestigious law firm that couldn't care less about his personal life, just
that he was the best of the best.

The man himself appeared in the doorway, filling it with broad shoulders and thick arms. She

smiled at him and he smiled back. The sheer horror of the last year sloughed off of her in an instant,
replaced by warm comfort. She held the feather duster out and placed a hand on her hip.

“You could help me clean up, you know.” She said.

“I've been arranging the kitchen.”

“Sure you have. You've been eating.”

“Maybe.”

“Conner's fast asleep.”

“Is he now?”

He crossed the space between them and took the feather duster from her, placing it on the mantel.

He grabbed her by the hips, his hands digging in as he pulled her into him. They kissed and Cheryl could
feel the heat welling within her.

“And what do you suppose we should do about that?” Paul said. His hands wandered around her

hips and to her ass.

“I think you should put another baby in me.” Cheryl said. She had been thinking about it all through

the move.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. I love you and I want to have your children. Plural.”

“How can I say no to that?”

The next kiss was slow and sensual and it sent a little electric thrill through her. His hands squeezed

her ass and she wrapped her legs around him as he pulled her up. He carried her to their shared nest, a
rumple of blankets and pillows that looked out of place in the otherwise empty home. They collapsed onto
it, her head mercifully finding a pillow instead of the floor. She frantically pulled at his shirt, freeing it

from his pants and pulling it over his head as he tried to reengage their kiss. He reciprocated and soon
they were naked. Rough hands caressed her flanks as they swapped positions. Cheryl straddled his hips,
her moist mound rubbing into his pelvis.

She pressed against him, their tongues jockeying for purchase as they embraced. Her nipples

stiffened even as they mashed against his chest. His hands slid up her back as he grabbed her head and
pressed her to him. She reached down and grabbed hold of his stiff member. Cheryl slid her hips back and
rubbed the thick rod through the folds of her soaked snatch. Her father's eyes went wide as she teased him,
glorying in his obvious arousal. She broke their kiss and nibbled at his ear lobe as she continued her
ministrations.

“Do you want me to fuck you, daddy?” She whispered. He grunted in response.

She held his cock as she postured up, lifting herself over it and positioning it for entry. The head

pressed against her well-lubricated hole, forcing it to open, as she slowly impaled herself on his rod. She
closed her eyes and her teeth dug into her lip as she slid lower. The sharp sting of the bite echoed through
her head as the taste of copper and pennies graced her tongue. It was a perfect moment. Pleasure, fullness,
and that little bit of pain mingled inside of her as she ceded control to her lust. Her father grabbed her
breasts, his thumbs tracing circles around her nipples and driving her even further into bliss. She lifted
her hips, losing herself in the feel of his hard shaft sliding against her, its delicious friction stoking a
raging fire at her core. She picked up her pace and her father groaned in time with her. There was no need
for words between them.

She flattened herself against him, desperate to feel the warmth of his bulk against her. He wrapped

his arms around her in a bear hug, squeezing her close to him as she continued her furious pace. Their lips
met in between moans and she closed her eyes and focused on their coupling. She grabbed two handfuls
of his thick hair and held on for dear life as he took control. His hands slid down to the small of her back
and he brought his knees up for leverage. The tables were turned and he slid into her wet cunt with
deliberate strokes, prolonging her pleasure and building the warm feeling inside of her into a raging
inferno. Their lips parted and their eyes locked.

“I want you to come inside me, daddy.” She whispered.

He smiled and clamped down tighter on her back. She bit into his shoulder as he pounded her tight

little snatch with relentless thrusts. Each stroke of his cock seemed to drive deeper into her, and she
whimpered into his ear as he drove her into a shaking orgasm. That only seemed to encourage him and he
continued his assault as she convulsed against him. She let out a scream as a second orgasm hit her on the
heels of the first and wiped sweat soaked hair from her eyes as he rocked her back in forth with the force
of his fucking. His breathing grew heavy and he slowed down, slamming into her with strong but
measured pumps.

“Oh shit, little girl, I'm going to come.” He whispered in her ear. “You're making me come.”

His cock seemed to pulse inside of her, triggering a third orgasm and a moaning, but weak series of

spasms. She felt his hot seed deep in her womb and hoped that it would quicken. She kissed and sucked at
his neck as they both came down from their highs. Even if it didn't, they could just try again. She rested
her head on his chest and he continued to hold her, gentler now. Wrapped in his embrace, Cheryl drifted
off into sleep, happy and content with her new life.

Then Conner began to wail.

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Lorilei held up her hands. They were pruny from the dishwater, but the last of the dishes was drying

on the rack. Her stepfather had been quiet for the duration. The mayor must have him right worried. Her
pa had bled for this farm, and the idea that some hoity toity, fat assed, polecat of a mayor was gonna take
it from him didn't sit well with Lorilei. Got to be somethin' we can do.

She sneaked into the den and found her father asleep in his favorite chair. He had a book across his

lap. The rest of the room wasn't much to look at, a few more chairs, a battered coffee table, and an old
fireplace lent a homey feel to it. They didn't have time for television and her pa hated those things,
anyhow. Even sleeping he looked fine. Lorilei stood over him and watched. She coaxed the book from
between his hands and stuck the bookmark he'd left on the end table in it. She placed a hand on his
shoulder to shake him awake, but hesitated before doing it.

Lorilei had never been with a boy. Sure, she'd messed around a bit in high school, but, despite what

Tommy Wilkes said, she'd never been past second base. In truth, she'd barely rounded first. None of the
boys at school could compare to Carson Walker. They were all pale imitations of a real man. She knew
he felt the same way, even though he tried to hide it. He was sneaky about it, but she'd noticed his eyes
lingering on her as she bent over to pick something up, or when she tied her shirt up on a hot summer day.
Still, she surprised herself by sinking to her knees in front of his chair.

The zipper gave way easily. Lorilei's heart beat so hard she was scared that it'd burst right out of her

chest. What if he don't want me? Her hand slipped into his jeans. Too late now. Her pa groaned as she
pulled his cock out. His eyelids fluttered and opened. Lorilei's face flushed bright red as her father
frowned down at her.

“What the hell are you doin'?” Her pa said. His voice was husky and his cock was growing in her

hand.

“What d'ya think I'm doin', pa?” Lorilei said. “What I've always wanted to do.”

She took his half-hard member into her mouth, sucking hard on it. Her pa grabbed her shoulders and

forced her away.

“What're you tryin' to do? Bite it off?” He said. His engorged cock quivered.

“No, pa.”

“Then gently, girl. You ain't tryin' to suck up a mouthful of tea.” He said. He guided her head back to

his waiting cock.

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Without a word he picked her up. Cheryl felt like a china doll in his hands. His face was red and that

was the only clue that she had pushed him too far. He sat down hard on the couch and draped her, face
down, over his lap. She felt the rush of air a split second before she felt his large hand hit her ass. She
cried out reflexively. He spanked her harder, each successive hit causing a little more sting.

“W-W-what are you doing?” She said. Her tears were free flowing now. Her hair was still wet and

now was hanging in her face.

“Something I should have done years ago. You don't listen. You don't get it. You obviously need a

more physical lesson.” He said.

The giant hand came down again and she screamed.

“Daddy!” She cried out. “Please!”

“Not. Until. You've.” He punctuated each word with his hand. “Learned. Your. Lesson.”

He stopped at that. Cheryl was sniffling. Her ass was raw and stinging but not quite as much as her

pride. To her immense surprise, her pussy was soaking wet. She wriggled in his lap, horrified and horny
at the same time.

“What are you doing?” Her father said, the menace in his voice retreating.

She pulled down her shorts to reveal the panties beneath.

“I think I need another lesson, daddy.” She said.

He obliged, spanking her more exposed ass, although not quite as hard this time.

“Harder, daddy.” She cried.

She got hornier with every strike of his hand. It was more than she could bear and she realized what

she had to do. He had stopped spanking her, obviously confused by the turn in the situation. She slithered
out of his lap, removing her shorts and kneeling between his legs.

“Cheryl, what are you doing?” His voice had gotten husky and she could see that he was also turned

on; very turned on if the bulge in his slacks was any indication.

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Daddy's Breeding Game

The light in her stepfather's room was still on when Christa cracked the door open. Steve was in his

private bathroom, brushing his teeth if the sounds coming from there were any indication. Christa screwed
up her courage and stripped to her bra and panties. Her clothes now in a jumbled heap on the floor, she
sat down on her father's bed and waited. She had on a matched set of black, lacy lingerie that really
accentuated her natural skin color. She undid her hair and let her long, blonde tresses fall over her
shoulders. What the hell am I doing? She crossed her legs in a futile attempt at modesty.

Her father stepped out of the bathroom, clad only in plaid pajama bottoms. He was spare but not

thin and the ridges and valleys of his muscular torso were sharply defined. Christa's breath caught in her
throat and her blood seemed to pound through her veins in an attempt to get out. He was gorgeous. His
jade eyes turned to her, inspecting and stripping her down to the core. She met him and was nearly
flattened by the naked, raw desire she saw in them.

“What are you doing?” He said.

“What ever you want, daddy.” Christa said. She uncrossed her legs and leaned back, giving him an

unfettered view of her nubile body.

“What.” He said, crossing the distance between them. “Ever.” He clamped his hands on her

shoulders, forcing her onto her back. “I want.” He held her there, bringing his face mere inches from her
own. His breath laced with the minty aftereffects of his toothpaste. “Are you sure about that?”

“Use me.” Christa said. She'd never felt as alive as she did when she submitted to his desires. Fuck

my mother and all her bullshit.

His smile told her all she needed to know. He cupped her face, forcing her lips to part as he stole a

kiss from her. His tongue drove in, insistent, and she met him, her desire cresting as they embraced. His
free hand roamed down her body, kneading and squeezing her tits through the flimsy fabric of her bra. He
reached lower and the thrill of his hand approaching her moistening snatch caused her to arch her back.

Her father broke their embrace and his hand cupped her wet mound. “You are a dirty girl, aren't

you, Christina.”

She twisted and squirmed as he massaged her cunt through her panties. “Yes, daddy.” She said. The

naughtiness of the words just stoked the fire of lust burning inside of her.