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Maggie Pintero was a beauty. The first time I saw her, she was wearing what I guess could best be described as a sundress, made of soft, light cotton with small pink and green flowers against a yellow background. Small cap sleeves, a low bodice that displayed the warm soft blush of her breasts, and a full gathered skirt that when she walked fluttered, whispering of the treasure beneath. I remember the dress so vividly because as a young man just graduating high school, our neighbor lady down the hall, with whom I'd had my first sexual experiences that summer, had a similarly colored dress.

I'd practically lived at her apartment that summer. I would go over for a beer or two and end up having all the sex (freaky and otherwise) I could handle. On a nice day, when there were only a few people at the pool below her apartment, she would take my hand and lead me out onto her balcony. Pulling me up close behind her, she'd lift her dress up in back and bend over against the balcony railing. Staring out absently at the view and softly moaning with pleasure, she would urge me on, "Yes, Philly. . . yes baby, just like that," as I plowed into her wet, grasping pussy with youthful exuberance.
*****


Maggie had just celebrated her 19th birthday. She was a little thing, slender and petite; exotic looking pale olive toned skin; firm, high tits, with what seemed like perpetually hard, peaked nipples, and a small, tight ass that I dearly wanted to fondle. Her thick, lustrous auburn hair hung below her shoulders and her large, long lashed brown eyes complimented full sensual lips that I imagined would feel amazing wrapped around my cock.

Soon after her father, Jack's funeral, Maggie and I had a chance to sit, talk and find out a little about each other.

"Well, my background is pretty boring. I'm an ex Marine, divorced for almost ten years now, no k**s. I own a reasonably successful construction company and I'm 34 years old. Your Dad and I met about six months before his accident. We were friends from the beginning; he talked a lot about you, Maggie, I'm just sorry that we didn't have the chance to meet before all of this happened."

With a sense of relief, I saw that the mention of my age had drawn only the briefest lift of her eyebrow; hell, as far as she was concerned I was just some old guy who had been a friend of her father's.

She told me about her Mom and Dad divorcing; how it had torn her apart, but happily made her attachment and love for her Dad even stronger. It had been just the two of them up until she had gone away to college.

"You know, I didn't want to leave him, but he made me go," she said wistfully. "He said I needed to get away from him."

"Maybe we had been too close, only concerned about fulfilling the other's needs. I think back and sometimes I miss him terribly. It was just Daddy, he was my whole world, and that was enough. Now there's no one."

She looked at me and quietly said, "I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

She sat there gazing downward, and finally lifting her head, forced a smile and changed the subject.

God help me, but I think I already had the hots for this girl.

Maggie Pintero
Philip Bishop was a very attractive man, tall with an athletic build, and a beautifully bald, shaved head. His hard, rough facial features reflected a rock-like inner strength that could be as single-minded and unforgiving as it could be thoughtful and caring.

He was a friend of my Dad's, and after Daddy died, without realizing it at first, I turned more and more to him. Mom and Dad had divorced several years ago, and it had been Daddy and me ever since. Within six months of my moving away to college, Daddy died and I came back home. For the first time in my life, I had felt alone, afraid and lost. That's when I met Phil.

I didn't go back to school; actually, I didn't do much of anything for a while. My doctor felt I was going through what he called clinical depression.

I don't know what I would have done if he hadn't been there to help me. He pretty much took care of everything during that time. In fact, after his death, we found out that Daddy had been up to his neck in debt. It was Phil, who arranged it financially so that I could keep the house. I owed him more than I could ever repay.

I liked Philip as a friend; he was a younger version of my Dad, and I felt safe with him, never questioning or doubting his intentions, and always embarrassingly aware of the sexual tension that hung in the air whenever we were together.

Phil

I knew it was none of my business. I mean, I barely knew this girl, but I was concerned about her. After all, she was Jack's daughter. Her doctor felt she was suffering from depression and anxiety and so I made a point of trying to keep an eye on her, to make sure she was okay. It must have seemed as though I was constantly hovering nearby, but she was Jack's k**, she needed someone to be there. I wanted to be there for her.

I could no longer deny the very strong sexual attraction whenever I was around her.

Maggie

Phil was attracted to me, but at first I hadn't felt the same way. I didn't want to hurt his feelings and I tried to stay away from him.

Despite earlier misgivings, I soon became more comfortable with his constant presence. He began using Daddy's old office occasionally during the afternoon and once or twice a week he would stay after dinner and keep me company before I went off to bed, leaving him to let himself out.
*****


I had gone to bed right after dinner one night and for some reason had been tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, unable to sleep. Tired and frustrated, I got up and walked through the house and finally downstairs into the kitchen. It was still early, not even ten o'clock, and I found Phil sitting at the kitchen table, drink in hand, still going over business papers.

He looked up quizzically. "I can't sleep. Thought I'd get a glass of warm milk and take something to help me sleep." I explained.

"Well, hopefully that will help," he said. With that, I went back upstairs to bed and soon fell into a fitful sleep.

A noise woke me and through drowsy eyes, I saw Phil standing in the open bedroom doorway, his form outlined by the hallway light.

"Phil? Phil, what is it? Is something wrong?"

He said nothing, just stood there watching me.

"Phil, you're scaring me, you need to leave . . . now," I said in a shaky voice.

"No, I'm not leaving Maggie." He stepped into the room and closed the bedroom door. Turning around to face me, he unbuckled his jeans, let them drop to the floor, and stepped out of them. When he stood up, I saw his huge erection and knew why he was there, what he wanted.

"No! I won't let you, no!" I had screamed and then in the next breath, "Why? Why, Phil? You were Daddy's friend, my friend." I felt hot tears of panic brimming and overflowing down my cheeks.

He walked across the room to my bed and stared down at me. Then he leaned close, and I could smell the faint scent of brandy as he reached to pull back the bedclothes. He had seen my tears and I heard him almost pleadingly say, "Don't baby, don't cry. I just want to take care of you Maggie, just let me take care of you."

Phil

I had walked over to the bed were she lay clutching the bedclothes, and pulled the covers out of her hands, throwing them back until they piled at the foot of the bed.

She had seen my erection. She lay there tightly holding her legs together, as if that would protect her from what I intended to do.

"Phil, please don't do this," she'd begged, "I don't want this. . . "

"Don't be afraid. There's no need to be afraid of me, Maggie."

I leaned toward her and took hold of the hem of her nightshirt. As I pulled, she let me move it up and over her head and arms. I caressed her face and kissed her, inserting my tongue into her mouth while fondling a breast. Lowering my mouth and suckling at first one and then the other nipple until they were hard and long like eraser tips. I could feel her trembling under my hand.

Her stomach muscles twitched as her hips moved involuntarily. I sucked her breast into my mouth and then impulsively, but lightly bit her nipple. She gasped, but said nothing. Releasing her breast, I saw the red marks left by my teeth on her tit; a reminder that even in pain, pleasure was possible. More gently now, I licked and kissed the bruise.

She was moaning even as she protested, "Phil, no don't . . . don't!"

"Be quiet Maggie," I said more harshly than I had intended. This silenced her, as my eyes feasted on her beautiful breasts, now swollen and pink, her areolas a darker, dusky rose color, her nipples taut and almost brown, begging to be sucked and teased.
*****


I took my time, moving slowly down her body, luxuriating in licking and sucking, from her breasts all of the way to her ankles and even her toes. I tongued my way up along the soft oh so silky insides of her legs, and once I had reached her pussy, I explored her through the fabric of her panties until they were sopping wet from my licking and her juices. She smelled so good.

Finally pulling her panties off and tossing them carelessly onto the floor, I leaned in and exhaled warm breath lightly over her pussy, gently probing her, spreading her labia, pushing my tongue up inside the folds and licked up and over her swollen clit. Slipping first one and then two fingers into her pussy, I slowly began to finger fuck her.

I let my tongue search until I found her 'spot', and each time I hit it just right, she would grab the back of my head and desperately clamp her thighs against my ears.

"Please Phil, please," she begged, and instinctively I teased her more; with every flick of my tongue, surges of pleasure sizzled through her body, as she bucked and jerked against my mouth. I could literally feel her excitement and the sexual heat emanating from between her legs. Flicking my tongue with a steady rhythm over and around her clit, she began to whimper and moan, "Please don't stop, don't stop . . . Oh god, Daddy, never stop."

So caught up in the sexual bliss that she was experiencing, all decorum and propriety was forgotten. My proper, prim little girl lay with her legs thrown open and her hips humping my mouth with abandon, until with a muffled scream of "Daddddddddyyyyyyyyy," she stiffened as an intense, mind-blowing orgasm flooded through her. As she lay there, sexually sated, her eyes closed, and her breathing still fast and shallow and I marveled at her beautiful, trembling legs, the female cum visible at the entrance to her swollen pussy, and her still protruding hard, pink clit.

"Open your eyes, Maggie. Open them and look at me." When she finally focused on me, I mounted her. My breath caught when my hard, engorged cock effortlessly slid into her warm, wet pussy. As I stroked into her and she lay soft and willing under me, I felt the pressure increase in my balls and then the welcomed release of my seed exploding into her tight pussy.

Maggie
I awoke early in the morning, naked, on my stomach with my face buried in his chest. My legs were spread, with one tossed casually across his thighs and his hand caressing my ass.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, his large, warm hand possessively slipping between my legs, cradling my pussy. I tried to move away from his touch, my pussy still sore and swollen from the night before, but he held me there within is reach.

"Stop squirming, damn it," he growled as he wiped his fingers across the tip of his cock covering them in the clear, slick fluid that was already seeping out. Taking his now moist fingers, he began stroking them in and out of my pussy. The pleasure from what he was doing taking me by surprise and making me gasp. When he rolled me onto my back and slid his hot, hard cock into me, my discomfort was shamefully forgotten. "Oh yes, yes, yes . . . ."

Phil
Off and on through the day, I kept finding my thoughts going back to Maggie.

I know women often call their lovers "daddy" during sex, but In the midst of her passion last night when she called for daddy, was she referring to me? When I was eating her, and she started repeating over and over "Daddy don't stop", and then when she had called out "Daddy" at the peak of her orgasm, something in my gut said she wasn't talking to me. The tone and urgency in her voice told me she was calling out to someone else. It was a habit of long standing, and last night she had cried out his name without thinking, without meaning to. I don't know why, but the nagging dark thought in the back of my head kept saying it was Jack that she'd been calling for.

That couldn't be though because . . . Jack was her father.

Maggie
I was worried and fearful, afraid Philip would say something about last night. I remembered clearly, as Phil brought me to orgasm, calling out for my Dad. Phil was not a stupid man and I knew that unless I was very careful, he would discover my secret. I wasn't ashamed or anything, but it was something special between Daddy and me and no one else's business. I didn't owe Phil any reasons or explanations.

I suppose there are people who would say that it was my fault, my being a slut and tempting him during an emotionally and psychologically weak time in his life. Perhaps they were right. At the start, I may have been a bit immature and naïve, wanting only to lift his sadness, to making him happy. Those feelings eventually changed and evolved into something that we both wanted and needed. We were two desperately unhappy people needing comfort and reassurance and we found what we needed in each other.
*****


Daddy had begun sleeping with his door open years earlier, originally so that he could hear me if I called to him during the night. I remember one night in the quiet of the house, I heard sounds coming from his room and getting out of bed, and I went down the hall and peeped inside the open door. In the dim light, I could see him tossing and turning under the messy covers talking in his sleep, obviously having a nightmare.

"Daddy. . . Daddy, are you alright?" I asked from the doorway, but there was no response.

I stood there a moment before walking over to the bed. He was covered in a light sweat, obviously agitated by whatever he had been dreaming. I pulled back the covers and got into bed with him.

"Its okay, it's okay Daddy; I'm here with you," I whispered, stroking his damp hair.

He seemed to calm as I held him and talked to him. When I heard his breathing quiet, I closed my eyes and soon fell asleep beside him. At some point during the night, I rolled over onto him, straddling his leg so that it was nestled snuggly between my own. When I awoke that morning, I could feel an achiness between my legs I hadn't experienced before, and could see the cool, wet stickiness I had left on his thigh. From that night on, I would sleep in his bed occasionally during the week. We'd snuggled under the covers, talk, watch a movie or read. In my girlish love for him, I foolishly thought this innocent closeness was okay.

Phil
I said nothing to her that first day, thinking it would be better to 'let sleeping dogs lie', but I couldn't forget; I needed to know what her relationship had been with Jack, and it just kept gnawing at me. At some point, we would need to talk about it.
*****


A couple of months had passed since her dad's death, and I had begun to see a real difference in her attitude and demeanor. No longer wary of me, she seemed pleased when I was there with her.

We didn't live together, but often we spent the night together. When she stayed with me, she was less uptight and more direct in expressing her desire, I came to prefer having Maggie come to my place. Despite her inexperience, and though sometimes hesitant, she was sexually open and willing, seldom refusing when I wanted to play. She would crawl into my bed, snuggling close against my back. It was hard not to let myself become aroused from the feel of her body against to mine; bony knees, cold feet and all. I looked forward to her being there in my bed, freely giving herself to me. I didn't want to admit it, but she very quickly became more special to me than I had imagined possible.

Despite my being almost fifteen years her senior, the sex between us was very good and grew even better as we learned more about and began to trust each other. One afternoon I thought the time was right and I sat down to talk with her about her father.
*****


It had been a lazy, sunny afternoon of playful kissing and teasing; Maggie had let me take her top off and I hungrily fondled and sucked her beautiful tits. "Open for me baby," I whispered and Maggie had shyly opened her legs. Slipping my hand into her bottoms, I had massaged her clit and fingered her wet pussy until her beautiful body quivered; my lovely baby girl came wonderfully into my hand in all of her wet, sticky sweet glory.

As she clung to me, I caressed her warm, wet pussy and asked, "Did Jack do this with you, Maggie?"

Her smile faded. "What? Of course not!" she had protested. "Where in the world would you ever get an idea like that? He was my father; he would never do anything like that to me!" She struggled to get out of my lap.

She lashed out angrily, as I held her tighter. "You bastard, how could you even ask me something like that!"

"Did your Dad do this to you Maggie?" I felt her stiffen against me. "Did he make you feel good like this?"

Her body finally went limp, and she began to cry in deep, hoarse sobs.

"Oh, Maggie . . . it's okay, it was a long time ago."

"Listen to me. I just needed to know, I didn't want there to be any secrets. I didn't want anything that happened between the two of you to come between us."

It took a few minutes for her to stop crying and pull herself together, but when she did, it was clear the spell had been broken. She began to tell me more about her relationship with her father.

Maggie
I was so relieved when Phil finally confronted me and got me to talk about Daddy and what we had shared. I had been holding it, bottled up inside for such a long time. Since knowing Phil, I had wanted to tell him, but had no idea how. Cradled protectively in his strong arms, I found I
could finally tell him how it had started between us.
*****


Dad and I had been sleeping in his bed for several months. One night I was awakened by the sound of the TV coming from the den. Getting up out of bed, I tiptoed downstairs to investigate. I peeked in, and saw Daddy, passed out in his chair. He still had his clothes on, but his pants were unzipped and his cock lay free and exposed. I stood, mesmerized, staring at it, never having seen a man's cock close up like that. I walked closer and noticed the tears on his cheeks, and my heart broke; he had really loved Mom, and had never wanted the divorce.

Inching closer I then did something I knew might not be right, thinking only of comforting him. The full consequence, of my misguided desire to help him, was the last thing on my mind as I knelt between his legs. I leaned in and stretched out my tongue, and delicately licked his softened cock along its length, then getting bolder and stroking up and down as it started to get hard and thick. I paused, fascinated, to watch its quick transformation, and held it in my hand. It was warm, hard, and throbbing, the red mushroom shaped tip oozed slippery, clear pre-cum out of the little hole. I touched my tongue to it, wanting to taste and feel his pre-cum and instinctively began licking it again.

The more I licked the harder his cock became, and his hips began to sway up and down as he, subconsciously tried to push his cock further into my mouth. I hadn't intended to go that far, but before I could pull away, he had grabbed handfuls of my hair to keep me in place aiming and stroking into my mouth. I heard him moan deeply as he humped slowly. Soon he was thrusting in most of his length, making me gag and struggle for air. He groaned continuously, and I started to cry quietly as he pumped harder and faster. Suddenly, he stiffened, his cock swelled even larger inside my mouth. Spurts of thick, white cum sprayed into my mouth, as he groaned out Mom's name.

That next morning at breakfast, he was almost his old self, smiling, talkative, eager for his day to get started. We sat drinking our coffee, talking about the day ahead, when he glanced at his watch and realized it was time to leave. Reaching for his coat and briefcase, he headed toward the door and as he opened it to leave, he stopped and looked back at me as if about to say something, but changed his mind and closed the door behind him.

We never spoke of that night again, but that's how it started. Over the next couple of weeks, he began performing oral sex on me each night before we'd fall asleep.

"He never forced me, Phil, you need to understand that."

For me, it had been a wonderful, uncomplicated time of having his love and attention all to myself. I was thrilled and happy when he began to teach me to please him with my mouth. I was an eager pupil enjoying both the giving and receiving. This marked the beginning of my own sexuality, discovering the pleasure I was able to give him.

Phil
I could feel myself becoming angry with that sick bastard, vividly imagining her writhing under him, eyes closed, thighs open, her pussy so inviting and comforting to him. How had he felt when he heard her voice calling him Daddy? Was this what pulled him to her?

She had said he was still very much in love with her mother. I had so many questions; was Maggie just a substitute? Was the line crossed when she had climbed into his bed that first time? Was that fateful night when she innocently took him into her mouth wanting only to comfort him . . . was that the turning point? Had her generous spirit made it easier for those fatherly hands to spread her legs, and his mouth to claim her burgeoning womanhood?

I think it might have been easy for him to rationalize his corruption of their relationship, teaching her, training her to please him.

Maggie
I could tell Daddy was trying very hard to keep his distance, which was difficult to achieve, considering it was just the two of us there in the house. At night when he called me to his bed, he would make room for me, spooning behind me until I fell asleep, his resolve forgotten.

One night I was awoken by the sensation of large hands moving across my skin, fondling my breasts, stroking down my rib cage and reaching between my legs. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, trying to cling to sleep. Finally, I mumbled, "Daddy? Daddy?"

"Shhhhhh, it's me baby, every things okay."

He rolled me onto my stomach and I moaned with the first time pleasure of what he was doing. I offered no resistance as he parted my legs and slipped his cock between my thighs . . . not inside me, but between my thighs so that with each stroke the tip of his cock would brush between my wet, swollen lips and deliciously over my clit. Slowly, purposefully he stroked me until my body began to shudder, and waves of heat spread through me. Knowing what had just happened to me, he held me tighter, and his thrusting became faster until I felt the warm, stickiness of his cum between my legs. Totally overwhelmed and amazed by the new sensations I buried myself against his chest and quietly cried.

It went on like this for a while, the oral sex and him cumming between my thighs.

Phil
I could not believe what I was hearing.

Was her father satisfied with the way things were? I asked her, not for a minute believing any man could have been satisfied with having her so near and not want to fuck her.

Maggie
I watched the expression on Phil's face, a mixture of surprise and fascination.

Things had changed between Daddy and me; I knew that despite his inner struggling, it was going to happen and we would have intercourse.

I was quite happy with our oral sex, yet I knew he wanted more. He started doing it more often that way, you know, putting his cock between my thighs and cumming.

One evening after I stepped out of the shower, I noticed Daddy sitting on the bed, leaning with his back against the headboard, reading his newspaper and watching me. I had powdered all over, and slipped on one of his big t-shirts. Reaching up to dry my hair, my nipples brushed against the fabric of the shirt, immediately hardening and becoming visibly erect.

Watching me, poor Daddy stroked himself. "Come here baby," he finally said in a husky, cajoling voice, "Come here and sit next to me."

"But Daddy," I began, "I'm supposed to meet my study group in an hour."

"Come on, I won't keep you. I just wanted to talk a little," he said as he smiled broadly and held out his hand beckoning me to him.

"Alright, but I've got to get dressed," I protested as I walked to the bed.

Taking my hand, he guided me next to him on the bed. He looked at me without saying anything. Finally he murmured, "You are so beautiful . . . you're the type of girl who honestly doesn't know or appreciate just how gorgeous and very sexually desirable she really is."

I blushed deeply.

His hand casually slipped under my t-shirt and lightly brushed my nipples. He leaned me back against the headboard, and then lowered his mouth to my now hard, tingling nipples.

"Oh Daddy . . . I love when you do that, I love how my clit throbs when you suck and bite my nipples like that. "

"Daddy, yes, like that, do it like that . . . I can feel myself getting wet between my legs."

Forgetting everything, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I took a deep breath when his hand inched downward and opened my legs wider giving him full and unobstructed access to my clit and pussy.

"Oh, Daddy, no . . . I can't . . ." I only half-heartedly protested.

With his mouth hungrily feasting on my breasts I gasped when he started to trace small delicious circles over my clit. I felt my body relax and open for him, and in a muffled haze, I heard myself sensually moaning with pleasure at what he was doing to me.

"Please Daddy, please don't stop," I whimpered as my hips started to rise and fall. Needing more, I took his hand and guided it to my pussy making it clear that I wanted his fingers inside me.

My eyes flew open in surprise when he said, "No!" and pulled his hand away leaving me shaking and frustrated.

He lay next to me, raised up on his elbow, watching as confused, hungry tears began to brim. "What's wrong? What did I do? Why did you stop loving me?" I asked as a tear slipped down my cheek.

There was a long silence as he continued to look at me before asking, "Has anyone else touched you there?"

"No, Daddy." "Oh, no, Daddy of course not. . . I'd never do that."

I watched him in puzzled silence as he searched my face for what? Deception? Thankfully, a familiar smile soon spread across his handsome face, and I quivered against him as his hand resumed the rubbing and teasing between my legs. And just when I thought I wouldn't be able to stand it much longer he said, "Yes, baby . . . cum for Daddy," and with those words my orgasm ignited and I threw my arms around his neck and clung to him tightly as it erupted sending waves of pleasure through my body.

"Yes, sweetheart, that's my good girl."

My face close to his I repeated over and over in his ear, "I love you Daddy, only you."

Phil
As I listened, the idea occurred to me, that perhaps Jack had grown terrified at the thought that she would meet some boy and become intimate with him. I doubted seriously that such concern would be for her, rather he wanted to be sure he didn't have to share her with anyone else. He had been steadily tightening his hold over her.

Standing and pulling her to me, I kissed her, seeing the stress and emotions in her face. "Enough of this. You've been through a lot this afternoon. We'll talk more about this tomorrow, but for now, how about our going out to dinner?"

"Yes, I'd like that. Give me fifteen minutes."

I watched her shapely hips sway as she walked upstairs. She had been an innocent, loving daughter, only wanting to please her father. I had liked Jack as a friend, but now I felt anger and disgust. It was hard to reconcile the two people: thoughtful, caring friend with i****tuous father.

After dinner, we left the restaurant and headed to my house. I watched her as she passed by me when I opened the door and continued in, crossing to the far side of the living room. She reached up and freed her hair, letting the thick mane fall about her shoulders; then turned to face me, unbuttoning the bodice of her yellow, flowered sundress, the same one she had been wearing on the first day I saw her. Her loosened dress fell down over her hips onto the floor, revealing her breasts and smooth shaved mound. All I could do was stand there and stare at her young, beautiful body.

"Phil? Philip? Is something wrong," she had asked with obvious concern.

"No, baby I was just . . ." and before I completed my sentence she was there in front of me, kissing me as she stroked my quickly enlarging cock.

I was very aroused, and when she unzipped me, removed my slacks and took my hard, swollen cock in her hands. Opening her mouth, she lightly rubbed it across her moist, red lips finally letting me slide my cock in and then pull it out, until I closed my eyes and began to moan with each stroke. Every few strokes I'd pull my cock out until only the head was in her mouth and she'd flick her tongue along the rim of my cockhead, gently slipping the tip of her tongue into my pee hole to taste the pre-cum that was now seeping out.

"Oh, damn Maggie . . . yes," I grunted, when she moved her mouth down between my legs and began licking and kissing the insides of my thighs and took my balls into her mouth.

"Yes baby, suck my balls, suck them hard," I almost shouted as I reached down to fondle my cock.

Maggie moved my hand aside. With her small hand that barely encircled me she began stroking and milking my hot, pulsing cock.

"Phil, tell me what to do . . . what would you like me to do?" she asked, making me smile. My cock jerked and pulsed in response.

"Come sit in my lap."

Straddling my lap, she slipped me inside of her wondrously tight, young pussy and began to grind. It was everything I hoped it would be; like the greedy slut I needed her to be, she put her arms around my neck, pressed her naked breasts against my chest and rode me. When I felt cum churning in my balls, I held her hips still and told her to stop moving. She clung tightly to me as another orgasm claimed her while I sat, trying not to move, and inhaled the blossoming scent of her sex.

Maggie slid off my still hard cock and knelt between my legs again, pressing her face into my warm, sweaty groin.

"Phil, would you like to do it in my mouth? You know, shoot your cum into my mouth so that I can feel it drip down my throat?"

I was speechless. This little girl had me, a big, strong, ex-Marine sitting here, with a raging, now very uncomfortable hard-on, and all I could do was dumbly nod my head.

She took my cock in her hand and started to push it through her closed lips so that I could feel the friction as it slid between her lips and finally into the tight, warm, moisture of her mouth. I really had no control left at that point, and I grabbed her by her hair and held her head in place as my hips began almost on their own stroking into her mouth. Holding her head steady, I started pumping my dick deeper into her throat and even as I felt her trying to pull away I couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. I felt my orgasm building, and pressed her face even harder into my groin, and with a deep thrust rammed myself as far back into her mouth as it would go. She started to gag, but recovered, and managed to relax and savor the warm, thick gush of my cum down her throat. Swallowing everything I gave her, she pulled her head away from my cock and touched the tip of her tongue to the cockhead, tasting the sweet saltiness of my cum and licked the sticky, stringy threads of cum still dripping from my cock.

"Did you like the way that felt? Did I please you Phil?" she asked as she snuggled between my knees. With my still very sensitive cock in her mouth, she cleaned me . . . lightly sucking and licking the crown, shaft and balls until I was clean and flaccid in her mouth. I sat there with my eyes closed, breathing heavily with her between my knees resting her head on my naked thigh.

"Tired?" I asked, feeling her breathing slow.

Looking up at me, she shook her head. "No, I'm fine . . . I just . . . just . . . ," she stammered, "I just need your mouth on me."

I could feel my cock begin to twitch against her cheek. Standing, I lifted her into my arms, carried her to my bed and laid her on her back. Pulling her to the side of the bed so that her legs over hung the edge I spread her legs open, and kneeling between them let my tongue tenderly play her clit and lap her pussy. When I felt her hips involuntarily begin to hump my mouth I smiled inwardly and thought, "your turn now."
*****


We lay there in bed, her head resting on my chest, my hand lightly stroking between her legs.

"There are so many things I want to share with you, Maggie. I know this isn't about love, but I care about you a great deal. If you need anything, money, anything, all you have to do is ask."

She took a deep breath and after a long sigh said, "This isn't about money or what you can give me, Phil. I'm with you, because I want to be."

Maggie
For Phil, it wasn't about love, for me, I'm not so sure. It hadn't been, not at first. That first night we were together had left me shaken and, in a strange way, afraid. It took a while, but slowly my apprehension and distrust were replaced by other emotions. I had begun to sense the strength, calm, and security he offered, and realized it was what I needed.

From the first time we sat together, talking, after Daddy's funeral, I had found myself telling him things I'd never shared with anyone else. I was inexperienced with life, and people. Despite the subsequent rough start to our sexual relationship, in a very short time my attraction to this man had moved past the physical, to a need for his approval.

Our lives fell into a familiar pattern. We began to talk about moving in together, and I eventually moved in with him.

I loved being with him, despite seeing him everyday and sleeping with him every night, I couldn't seem to get enough of him. There have been many nights when he'd take me naked in his arms and his hand found its way between my thighs, never failing to leave me quivering with an unexpected but welcomed orgasm. Or those early mornings when he'd awaken hard and strong and reach for me. Taking me by my waist and pulling me to him, adjusting my hips just enough to line up with his and sliding his hard cock into my pussy stroking into me long and deep until he relieved himself.

But my favorite times were while getting ready for bed, sitting at my dressing table doing the most mundane thing like brushing my hair I'd feel him watching me and after a while hear him breathing deeply, as he stroked his cock to hardness, making that wet, slapping sound. When he was ready he'd open my robe, have me straddle his lap, and enter me, filling me with his warm, throbbing manhood. Making me forget about Daddy and wanting only Philip.

Phil
Maggie's been acting funny for the last few days. She won't say what's bothering her, but it's obvious something is not right.

Maggie
Even though I was a little tired from all of the running around this morning, when I got home I felt like going for a walk; there were a lot of things to think about and to make decisions about. I must have walked along the hiking trail for a while before I finally stopped and sat down on one of the secluded benches that dot the trail. I pulled my arms inside of his warm, heavy jacket, and sat there in the quiet, enjoying the view and the fresh, cold air. I could smell his scent on the jacket, and soon my hand traveled to my breasts and began fondling them. The flesh of my nipples hardened into tight peaks. In the quiet and solitude, I let my hand slide down into my panties and found my hardening clit and wet pussy. There on the secluded bench I pleasured myself to a beautiful, satisfying orgasm with his name on my lips.

As my breathing began to calm, the tears came. . . I was pregnant, but it wasn't with Phil's baby.

The baby growing inside me was Daddy's.
*****


Phil
When Maggie told me she was pregnant, I was ecstatic. Here I was, an "old" man of thirty-four with a beautiful, sexy nineteen year old girl carrying my baby. I took her in my arms and kissed her with a hunger and desire that overwhelmed me. When I released her, I saw that her eyes were wet with tears. "Maggie, what is it?" I asked her.

"The baby . . . the baby isn't yours Phil. It's my father's baby."

I felt as if I'd been punched in the face. "How? How the fuck did this happen?" I shouted at her. "You've been home for almost two months, Jack died two weeks before that. I don't understand Maggie, how could this possibly be Jack's baby?"

Maggie
The explanation was very simple, or so it seemed.

The last few months or so that I was at home, he had started drinking again. I know that sexually Daddy wanted more, but felt guilt and disgust with himself for wanting to push our physical relationship further. After he sent me away to school we talked almost every day, but this was the first time that I had ever really been separated from Daddy. I had begun to think that maybe it was over, and that he would let me build my own life.

He had driven up for his first visit, about a month after school had started. I had been so excited to see him. We met for lunch and I gave him a tour of the campus. It had been a perfect day.

Walking across campus, Daddy seemed a bit distracted, but I didn't dwell on it. When we got back to my dorm, I went in first, and he closed and locked the door behind us.

"Why did you lock the door?" I asked.

"Take your clothes off," he said. "Wwwhat?" I stammered.

"I told you to take your clothes off Maggie," he said again, more aggressively. He knew I would. I obediently began removing my clothes until I stood there naked in front of him.

"Come, get on the bed," he had directed. When he had removed his clothes, he came over and lay on top of me, pushing his cock between my thighs. He began thrusting.

I lay there thinking, "He'll cum and when he's finished, he'll go. I just need to lay here and let him finish and then he'll go."

"Oh, baby, Daddy's missed you so much, so very much," he said as his stroking became faster.

When I thought he was about to cum, he suddenly stopped. After a minute, he pulled his cock from between my thighs. Something flickered across his face, and I sensed what he had finally made up his mind to do. He lifted my legs, and pressed them back until the top of my thighs touched my chest. I felt the pressure of his engorged cockhead as it pushed into my pussy, deeper and with more pressure until we both recognized the uncomfortable resistance of his cock against my hymen.

"No, Daddy, no!" I cried in near hysteria.

At my cry, he stopped moving, and the distressed look on my face must have been the reason he released my legs, letting them fall on either side of his hips as he repositioned himself between them. "I have to do this Maggie, please forgive me."

He entered me again, slowly stroking in and out. I closed my eyes and then with a hard, deep thrust, he drove into me, taking my virginity, with my screams ringing in my ear. I struggled and tried to get from under him until I was exhausted. My cries turned into powerless moans as he fucked me until he came, thrusting and grunting like an angry a****l, still murmuring, "I had to, forgive me baby."

I lay there thinking how I had so looked forward to seeing Daddy, being with him. But when we had arrived back at my room, he had seemed to change; it was as if he was someone else, not the person I knew. It frightened me. Now it was over, and I just wanted him to go; I didn't want him to touch me.

I lay curled on my side; it was getting late.

He rolled me onto my back and made me open my legs. He knelt down at the end of the bed and gazing at my swollen, pink pussy overflowing with his spent cum. "Oh, Maggie . . . baby, I'm sorry," he whispered, as he lowered his face to my abused pussy. I felt him gently, tenderly lick and kiss me there, soothing me, calming me until I came with a gut-wrenching orgasm.

Phil
"You were away from him, Maggie. It was over, wasn't it? Why did you let him come and visit?" I knew I sounded accusatory, but at this point, I didn't care.

"I thought my being away from him would make a difference. And for a while, after leaving and going to live at school, I thought it had." She looked up at me, on the brink of crying again. "I missed him, Phil."

"I loved him," she had said defiantly, almost daring me to say anything against him.
*****


I thought back to the last few months of my friendship with Jack. He had talked incessantly about his little girl Maggie; how smart, attractive, and down-to-earth she was. How he had sent her off to college but didn't know if he'd be able to make it emotionally without her. I remembered how he'd sometimes disappear during the week for a day or two, and always return relaxed and looking satisfied. Now I understood . . . he had begun fucking his daughter by then and eventually gotten her knocked up. I had no doubt that he had deliberately impregnated her.

An overwhelming sense of anger toward Jack, tinged perhaps with jealousy and envy swept over me. I made Maggie turn and look at me. "He ****d you, Maggie, don't you see that? It was him controlling you, wanting to make sure he was the only man between your legs!"

"Damn it! Are you so stupid and naive that you think your being pregnant was an accident? He knocked you up so you'd have no choice but to come back home to him."

She wanted to lash out, to hit me; I could see the hurt and anger. Instead, she pulled free of my hold and looked at me one last time, before storming out of the room.

Maggie
I sat in our bedroom, staring out of the window . . . I had no tears left. How could he say those things? I had loved my father more than anyone. When he had died I was alone and afraid.

Then I met Phil. Phil made everything good again. He encouraged me to be my own person, he wasn't afraid to let me have friends and interests outside of just the two of us, he treated me like a woman, and though he'd never told me as much, I think he loved me.

Phil
We started going through a period of almost constant bickering and arguing. I started demanding more and more details about her relationship with her father, which only served to make Maggie the target for my misdirected anger against Jack. In the heat of arguing, I said things I regretted. I knew in my core that she had been an innocent, but I irrationally blamed her for allowing it to happen.

Maggie had loved her father without question. She had come to see it as a loving relationship between a man and a woman, not father and daughter. It made me crazy whenever I thought of him eating her pussy or putting his cock inside her, and it made me even angrier because such thoughts were always accompanied by a heaviness in my balls and uncomfortable throbbing of my cock.

Maggie
I know he's angry and hurt and yet, despite the arguing and harsh words he still reaches out for me at night, and pulls me close. I've awakened in the morning to find him spooning behind me, his cock pressed snuggly against my ass or my head on his chest, the warm, moist apex between my legs straddling one of his thighs.

Perhaps what we have is strong enough at least, to get us through this.

He hasn't said anything, but I know what he'd like me to do, but I will never give up my father's baby.

Phil
I got out of bed and ambled to the bathroom where I stood over the toilet, freed my semi-hard cock from my shorts, and sighed with relief as a warm, steady stream of pee started to flow. I looked up in time to see Maggie step out of the shower. Her young, vibrant body glistened, her thick, beautiful hair twisted into a damp haphazard braid down her back.

"Good morning," she said when she saw me staring at her. Not waiting for a reply, she turned and reached for a towel. Watching her, I felt that familiar stirring in my loins, a sudden strong urge to fuck her. We hadn't been intimate in almost a week, and I missed being with her.

"Maggie, come over here and get on your knees."

She turned and looked at me as if I had just lost my mind. "What?" The towel not yet secured around her, I saw her nipples immediately become hard and long from the coolness of the bathroom and from seeing my now obvious arousal.

"You heard what I said. Get on your knees . . . now," I demanded. It had been too long; my intense sexual urges required immediate, rough satisfaction.

She hesitated at first, but I could see in her eyes, that she was as tired as I was of the bad feelings and was eager to play. She let her towel drop to the floor and walked toward me, kneeling down between my legs. I brushed my wet cock across her face letting it linger on her lips before pressing the head into her not yet willing mouth, milking out the last drops of pee before stroking in and out of her mouth. When my cock was hard and erect, I pulled it from her mouth, pressed her back onto the tile floor of the bathroom, and penetrated her.

"No, no Phil, wait," she protested. She tried to push me off, I knew she wasn't ready for me, but I was bigger, stronger, and I couldn't wait. I heard her moaning under me in discomfort, and was relieved when I finally felt the pressure from her hands against the small of my back as she gradually spread her legs wider, lifting them to encircle my waist. Pulling me in closer to her, her gaze locked with mine as her pussy opened for me.

"Oh, Phil," she whispered haltingly against my ear, pleasurable waves spreading through her lithe body. At the peak of her orgasm, her pussy contracted tightly around my cock and I erupted deep and hard inside of her.

Maggie
God, I missed him, I hadn't realized how much until I felt his warm hardness glide into me. We both came quickly, for the first time in days. Afterward we climbed into the shower and under the hot spray of the water he dropped down onto his knees, spread my legs wide and began kissing and licking the inside of my thighs as the warm water trickled down my body. Using his mouth and tongue, he teased my clit until it was bright pink and ready to burst . . . sucking my engorged clit as if it was a small, hard cock. My reward was . . . just a minute or so away. The last thing I remember saying, as the light headedness enveloped me was, "Oh god Phil, yes!"

Phil
I had watched her as she lay writhing on the floor, her eyes closed, thighs open, pussy so inviting. When I covered her with my body, she pressed her mouth to my ear softly calling my name and I wondered if this is what it was like for Jack, is this how she had pulled him to her? In his mind, did her actions make it easier, make it permissible for him to spread her legs every night and claim her burgeoning womanhood for himself?

I suppose the oral sex between them was enough until it wasn't enough for him anymore, and his desire to have full intercourse with her became all consuming. I felt my anger towards him harden knowing that he had taken her willingness and obvious need and desire to please him and corrupted it even more by teaching her, training her to please him sexually. With all of that, she had still loved him.

I took a deep breath and shook my head as I tried to clear my mind of those thoughts. I didn't go to work that day. We got out of the shower put on our robes and headed to the kitchen. I smiled as I watched her fussing about in the kitchen, pouring juice, making toast, brewing coffee, and I could feel the growing fullness in my balls. I watched her and thought how I'd love to bend her over that counter and take her doggie. "Down boy, down boy," I laughed aloud, causing Maggie to turn around to look at me in surprise.

We loaded up our breakfast trays and headed back upstairs.

Maggie
After breakfast we lay stretched out on the bed pretending to watch television when he leaned over, and started to fondled and sucked my tits. When I opened my legs for him, he slipped his hand down on top of my clit and began massaging it and fingering my wet pussy until I came into his hand.

As he bent and teased my hard pink nipples one more time, I heard myself moan and whisper, "Yes, Daddy," and felt him stiffen . . . nipping the lobe of his ear I said, "I'm talking about you, Phil. From now on, I'll never call you Daddy, unless you ask me to."
*****


Over the next couple of hours, Phil and I talked, and I told him about the incident leading up to my father sending me off to live at school.

I knew Daddy wanted us to become more sexual, but he was hesitant to take that step. He had started drinking again and had become almost obsessed with the thought of a casual friend named Jimmy and I being physically intimate, and nothing I said seemed to reassure him that there was nothing to be concerned about.

Things finally came to a head one night when Jimmy had dropped me off after study group. Daddy imagined he had seen Jimmy kiss me and try to fondle my breasts when he brought me home. As soon as I came into the house and closed the door, an argument started and went on until I went to bed. I felt horrible the following day. By dinnertime, he was drinking and the questioning had started again. I had never seen him like this before, and it was frightening.

"Daddy, please – let's not argue."

The longer he shouted and ranted at me inexplicably the more aroused he became. At one point, the huge bulge in his pants must have become uncomfortable, because now intoxicated and with whatever control he might have had gone he unzipped and pulled his penis out right there in front of me.

"Daddy! What's wrong with you? Stop, please stop."

He stood there leering at me. "Come here and suck me, Maggie," he slurred, "just a little, come on, and be Daddy's good girl." He took my hand, pulled me down to my knees, and rubbed his cock across my face as he stroked and caressed it. He held the back of my head with one hand and started pushing his cock through my tightly closed lips, shutting his eyes so that he could concentrate on the pressure and friction as he pressed it into my mouth. Forcing me to open my mouth wider, he slowly let his cock slide in and then pulled it out, moaning with each stroke.

I was hysterical by now, unsure what he might do. He pulled his cock out until only his cockhead was in my mouth and I tried to pull away as his hips began stroking harder, pumping his dick deeper into my throat. I could feel his balls tightening against his body as he pressed my face into his warm, sweaty groin. With one, deep thrust he rammed his hard swollen cock as far back into my mouth as it would go and shot a thick gush of cum down my throat.

In between gasping and gagging, I screamed, "Oh my god, you bastard! Why did you do that? Why would you do that to me?"

Still between his legs, I looked up at him. In disbelief, I watched him drunkenly milk his softening dick, producing a slick thread of cum that seeped from his pee hole onto my breasts.

"This is so unfair! I haven't done anything!" I shouted at him.

I turned to go upstairs, when he came up behind me, grabbed my arm and pulled me down onto the stairs.

"Sit down! – I didn't tell you to could go, do you think last night was the first time I had seen you letting him grope and finger you?"

"Please, Daddy, please, don't say those things to me, they're not true."

"Open your legs!" he said coldly. When I didn't move fast enough he pushed me back against the stair and roughly pulled my legs apart, pressing my bent knees against my chest. I could clearly see his erection and the abundance of sticky pre-cum that covered his cockhead.

I could see him struggling to keep himself from ramming his hard cock into my pussy.

Trembling, he dropped onto his knees on the lower step and holding my legs up, out of his way used his mouth on me.

Spreading my legs even wider, he buried his face between my thighs, roughly sucking my clit. Applying more pressure, his tongue licked and probed my pussy making me gasp and hold my breath as I felt my body, succumbing to the sensations that he was awakening between my legs. I didn't want to enjoy what he was doing to me, but I couldn't stop it, I couldn't help it. He made me cum, squirting my wetness into his drunk, eager mouth, my involuntary cries and moans of "Yes Daddy. . . oh, thank you Daddy," were barely audible endearments whispered for only him to hear.

I heard him chuckle sadistically when I moaned with painful pleasure after he nipped my still sensitive clit with his teeth causing my body to jerk. He lifted his head and rose to stand up over me and growled, "Go upstairs - get out of my sight . . . now!"

On shaky legs, I got to my feet and made it up the stairs to my room. Concerned that he might follow me, I kept stealing quick glances over my shoulder. I could see him standing there watching me. I hurried to my room, closing and locking the bedroom door. I had never locked my door to him before.
*****


Phil
"That night must have scared him as much as it did you," I said. "That's when he decided he'd better get you away from him, before he ended up r****g you, didn't he?"

Her head shot up and she glared at me with a look of disgust on her face. "Not ****! He would never do that, she said defensively." "After a very tense week, I went to visit with my Aunt and I ended up staying with her for almost a month until arrangements were made for me to live in the dorm and then I left for school."

"I wish you could see your face," she said, as she raised her small, soft hand and caressed my cheek.

"So judgmental," she murmured shaking her head. "You conveniently forget, you're a 34 year old man and you've been fucking a 19 year old girl regularly for a while now. Is that any different?" she asked sarcastically.

"Hell yes it's different, you're not my daughter!"

We lay there quietly for a while, her head resting on my chest. I could feel her hard, erect nipples and that warm, beckoning haven between her thighs as she innocently pressed her body against my side, making my dick twitch impatiently.

"Phil," she said hesitantly, and stopped.

"Yes."

"Phil, there's nothing I can do or say to you that will change what happened or how I felt about him."

"I know baby, it doesn't matter anymore. That part of your life is over," I said as I positioned her under me. Spreading her legs, I rolled on top of her, slid my now dripping cock into her soft, yielding pussy and made love to her.

Maggie
I don't want it to sound as if I'm making excuses or rationalizing about what we did, but when he came for that first visit at school, I had been so excited, I had barely slept the night before. I hadn't seen him in such a long time and I missed him. I missed how he touched me and made me feel. I know, I know, even to me it sounds a little sick, but I don't care, that's how I felt.
*****


It's hard to believe, but I've already started my 2nd trimester. I think I'm the happiest that I have been in a very, very long time. The only thing that saddens me is that Phil never talks about the baby.

He's tormented by the knowledge that the baby growing inside of me is from my father's seed and not his. He insists that it was Daddy's intent all along, to get me pregnant but I don't believe that. I can't believe that.

I can clearly remember the afternoon Daddy impregnated me. Some people will say there's no way to know the moment of conception, but I know. I sensed it when it happened.

I had come home unexpectedly for the weekend. Daddy was at work, and the house was empty when I got there. It was late summer, the day was particularly warm, and since I was alone in the house, after taking a cooling shower I stretched out on my bed wearing just a skimpy pair of yellow panties and quickly dozed off.

I slept a little longer than I had intended, and smiled sleepily to myself when I opened my eyes and felt the familiar, pleasant swipe of a tongue between my thighs. While I slept, Daddy had removed my panties and I now lay naked on the bed with him eating me. I lay back and gave into the orgasm that only he, the most perfect man in the world could give me.

He raised himself from between my legs and stretched out covering my body with the full length of his.

"Hi, Daddy," I said as I snuggled into his arms and inhaled his familiar man scent which was now mixed with the musky fragrance of my sex.

"Hi, baby, I didn't realize you were coming down this weekend."

"Now that I've finished my last exams, it was kind of spur of the moment, and plus we haven't seen each other in almost two weeks."

We had been having regular sex for several weeks by that point and I could feel my arousal increasing just from his nearness and my desire for him. I looked into his eyes and enjoyed the afterglow of the orgasm he had gifted me with, all the while hearing that faint far away murmur in the back of my mind that said this was wrong, we were doing something that a father should never do to his daughter. As the voice grew louder, I closed my eyes, I let my hips begin to sway seductively under him, and I acknowledged to myself that the love I felt for this man, was not the love of a daughter for her father, but the love of a woman for a man.

I got up and walked toward the bathroom. When I turned around, Daddy was undressed and in full, hard erection. He walked into the bathroom and sat down on the dressing chair extending his hand to me.

"Come here, baby," he said huskily. I stood there in front of him and even in my relative inexperience recognized the lust and desire in his eyes. I stepped closer to him and following his unspoken instructions, sat in his lap, my legs straddling his and held my breath as he slipped his hard, demanding manhood into me. Like a greedy whore, I instinctively began grinding myself on his cock, until all I could think about was relieving that horrible, horny, achiness inside. Daddy lovingly impaled me and I heard him gasp as he held my hips steady and repeatedly sank the entire length of his cock inside me. I quivered with pleasure each time he would glide into me letting me feel the friction of that large vein down the underside of his cock. Feeling him continuing to grow and swell inside me left me weak.

My arms about his neck I pulled myself closer to him, my breasts pressed tightly to his bare chest. I could feel him stiffen as he struggled to control his urge to ejaculate.

"It's okay Daddy, its okay if you cum."

Daddy grunted and shook his head, "No . . . not yet." He held my hips and slowly, rhythmically stroked into me until I felt as if my insides were melting and then the joy and pleasure of an exquisitely intense orgasm flooded through my body . . . as a warm trickle of urine escaped and washed over his hard, tight balls.

"Oh, Daddy . . . oh, Daddy I'm sorry," I said with tears of sexual satisfaction and embarrassment trailing down my cheeks.

"No, Maggie don't be sorry, there's nothing to be sorry about."
*****


We stood in the shower, him behind me pressed tight to my back and ass as the hot water cascaded over us. I could feel his hard, hot cock as it rubbed against my ass.

We stepped out of the shower and I reached for a towel and began to dry him while with the other hand I gently stroked his swelling cock. As I sank to my knees I licked his cockhead and made to take him in my mouth, "Stop, damn it stop!" he said haltingly as he stepped back out of my reach. Momentarily confused, I looked up and I could see his face was tight and strained with sexual tension barely held in check.

"Daddy. . . . are you alright?" I asked timidly.

"Yes, baby, everything's fine," he reassured me, helping me to my feet, he bent to gently bite and then kiss each of my hard, pink nipples. Though both of us were still wet from our shower, he took my hand and led me to his bed. He had me get onto my hands and knees, doggy style and he started using his tongue to lick from my clit to my ass with long soft swipes. Getting on his back, he had me straddle his face so that I was directly over his mouth. He spread my legs wider and held my pussy lips apart licking and, gently flicking my clit. Slow at first, then faster, and faster until I was literally shaking with need. He was excited to the point that despite his best resolve, I knew he must have been painfully hard and ready for me

He rolled me over onto my back allowing me to feel his hot erection against my hip. As he kissed me again, he deftly parted my legs with his knees and positioned himself at my opening teasing my clit and pussy with his leaking cockhead. In one smooth, slow movement he slide into my tight wet core and began the long, deep stroking that I needed. He lifted my hips off the bed and I encircled his waist with my legs holding him closer and encouraging him to thrust deeper so I could feel all of him. He urgently rammed his cock into me and began pounding me hard and deep as he whispered into my ear, "now baby . . . oh, god, now baby, cum for Daddy now" . . . and I eagerly let my body surrender.

With him thrusting into me, he finally allowed himself to cum, and pulled me along with him in a long, hard orgasm that left me shuddering. My contracting muscles squeezed and milked the fertile cum from his hard, strong shaft, filling my pussy completely. On some subconscious level, I knew then that he had given me his baby. Exhausted, he slumped over me, his jerking cock slowly pulsing the last of his thick, potent cum into me.

Phil
I hate that I've become so obsessed with what Jack and she have done sexually. I know I'm making myself crazy and very unhappy. I know she doesn't like to talk about their relationship and wants to move on. I'm going to try and let it go, to stop constantly demanding details from her.

I know she's concerned about my feelings towards her baby, but I'm tired of the tension and unhappiness and though I don't think I will ever be able to accept the c***d (Jack's c***d), I care for her and the c***d come with her.

Maggie
I can see and feel my body starting to change. I guess the most obvious thing to me is my increased, sometimes insatiable sex drive. I'll be the first to admit that I've always be very sexual with Phil (was I really like this with my father?), but since becoming pregnant, it's as if I'm in a constant state of arousal. Wanting his cock inside me, his mouth on me, I can't keep my hands off him.

Phil
It's been very good between us. I have her fu