Inherited Fetish

She was even now getting pregnant with my baby, and this was the excess leaking out of her knocked up body. I locked my lips on one of her thighs and gave her another hickey, marking the outside of what I was marking on the inside.

My dick was hard again from my toying with her naked body. It felt like it was getting harder every second that went by. I needed to relieve the pressure before it burst. I climbed on her and pushed it in, there being no resistance due to her arousal and my previous deposit. L

As soon as I was seated I once again began to hammer her hard. She came quickly from my brutal assault, building up surprisingly fast. I intended to continue to punish her back wall for daring to resist my semen, but I went off as her pussy quivered around me. The rhythmic squeezing and muffled moans were just too much for my own resistance.

I locked my lips on the other side of her neck and sucked as I blasted out, giving her a second hickey even as my sperm shot into her orgasming body quicker than any time before. This was my baby I was seeding my baby into. It was so fucking hot. I didn't have any guilt or shame, I was impregnating someone who wanted to be pregnant.

She was getting exactly what she wanted, and I was getting more than I knew I wanted before she made herself available to me. I was gonna watch what I did to her destroy her. My dick ached by the time it was done pumping its thick syrup into her. I kept sucking on her neck until I went soft. Then I pulled out, my balls sore from being completely empty.

I looked down at her. I made her, and was making her make my next baby. She was still breathing heavily from her orgasm from me wrecking her resistance. I knelt down and brought my face to my daughter's pussy. I began to clean it with my tongue.

I savored the flavor. It was salted with the life I put in it, rich from her own arousal and fertility. The woman I made. I licked her, twirling my tongue around her clit and gently slurping against her opening, still sensitive from her deflowering two days ago.

I imagined the many millions of sperm swimming throughout her reproductive cycle as I licked her breeding juices. Her egg likely looked like a porcupine with how much it was under assault. I gently licked the fertile sex of my daughter as my seed impregnated her. It took awhile, but I brought her to a third orgasm with my tongue.

I stood up and got dressed. I looked at the clock. I had more than enough time to fuck her again. My dick twinged. I had spent my life raising her. Her mother died soon after childbirth from cancer, leaving me to raise her alone. I sacrificed everything to ensure she had a good and healthy upbringing.

Besides the fetish website and rare temporary girlfriends that never lasted long, I put aside all my wants and desires for her. I had ended relationships at her request, and barely had sex at all over the last 19 years of her life because she didn't like me trying to replace the mother she never knew.

I would have never thought I'd have achieved my greatest desire thanks to her. That I could be selfish with my wants using her someday. My daughter was the greatest fuck I ever had, was likely already knocked up by me, and knew nothing of it even as she wanted it like that. It made everything so much the better. I could die fulfilled if I died right now. But I wasn't dead.

I stared at her naked body. She was still there for me to deposit my thick virile sperm into her hot wet pussy. My cumsoaked fertilized 19 year old defiled daughter. Her defiled body that was going to make my next child. I was still horny, and I had time to make a memory for the old spank bank.

I pulled my pants down and walked up to her, pulling my dick out of my underwear hole. It was the same underwear as yesterday, though I had washed it thoroughly. My dick ached, but it was hard. I slid into my daughter's sloppy pussy.

The pressure of her vagina took a little of the ache away. I looked down at her, sitting slightly up to enjoy this. I was fucking my daughter. This was the girl I raised from birth. I changed her diapers when she was a baby, yelled at her about her homework. I consoled her during her breakups. I helped her make the volleyball team, and didn't question her decision to take a year off before going to college, not even when it turned into two.

I knew her features, having watched them grow and develop. She was so soft and warm underneath me, even though she didn't have a lot of fat for padding. I started to fuck my daughter slowly. I had fully defiled my virgin daughter. My daughter's pussy was mine.

I basked in my daughter's smooth warm tightness. This was the last time a dick would be in my daughter's hole before it was stretched by a head, so I spent my time and truly appreciated its near virginal feel. I looked at my daughter's movements of carnal pleasure. I knew I would treasure their memory as much as every smile and giggle she gave me growing up.

I would treasure the darker aspects of this as well. Her grunt of pain when I took her virginity. The tiny tensing I felt in her body as she realized for the first time when I came inside her, when her impregnation became real. Her gagged moan of her first orgasm. The hickies in her neck and inner thigh. The feeling of sucking on her nipple until it turned purple. The shock in her face when I smacked her ass unexpectedly.

I knew I'd treasure the image of what I'd do next as well. I brought my head to my daughter's unmolested breast and locked my mouth around its swell below her nipple. I hickied it as I fucked my daughter slowly, squeezing her other breast. This was a fuck just for my pleasure. Just to remember fucking a baby into her on those lonely nights. I would mark her body now just so I could remember I fucked her for pleasure as well as to knock her up.

I knew when she saw herself in a mirror she'd have a visual memory of what happened her first time, beyond her pregnancy. I moved my mouth over after marking her skin, putting a second on the swell of her breast as I slid my dick around in her soaking hole.

Her movements told me she was enjoying this despite the pain I was inflicting. I moved my mouth again as I plunged her depths. And then again, sucking the bottom of her breast like I wanted it to pop open and pour out milk.

I finally came for a third time, pressing my hips against hers as I looked down at her. She had a hickey on each side of her neck, a nipple was purple, and her other breast had multiple marks on the underside from when I gnawed on it.

She still had her head leaned back exposing her neck as I pulsed in her. I brought a hand up and gently brushed her jugular vein as I finished in her. Her body's final purpose, granting our deepest desire. For her to be impregnated without knowing who I was.

I loved her, but I loved that I soiled her, and I loved that I made love to her, and I loved that I impregnated her. There was no shame, because I knew she wanted this, even if not exactly this.

I didn't want it to end, so I lay on top of her, letting my dick sit plugging the hole filled with my stew. I felt her heartbeat against my chest as I lay there, intimately connected to her. I thought about how what I put in her would stay there much like my dick was, month after month, until she bore it into the world.

I wondered what she was thinking, laying under me, my dick buried in her pussy. I decided it should be more thoughts of how she was being bred. I began to gently press my hips against her, gently moving my soft dick in her pressure.

My dick started to firm up over time, until gradually I was once again fucking her with a hard shaft. It felt so amazing, and sounded so wet as I plunged down in her. All the cum had her very well lubricated, and she was very into it. I pressed my hands against her hips and dug my thumbs into her upper pelvis as I fucked her.

I imagined I was pushing her womb around my dick for me to seed it. I wanted to cum again, but my dick and balls were so sore from the repeated orgasms. I pressed harder into her, trying to push my very hips into her pussy so I was as deep as I could get. I felt a shuddering orgasm rip through my body, and my cock burned as it flexed. I didn't know if anything came out, but it felt like I released liquid fire.

I pulled out of my claim spent, my dick aching like never before. I backed up, my underwear soaked with our mingled juices. I looked at her as I pulled my pants up. There was a growing mark where I pressed my thumbs. It looked like I might have cut her with my thumbnails.

I couldn't fuck her again, my dick was too sore. I stared at her, thoroughly bred. I claimed her inside and out, and now she'd grow a baby for me. She'd never know it was her own dad's baby. My breeding slut. I looked at her cuffs chaining her to the bench. She had been chained there for my pleasure by my daughter. We knocked her up. My babyslave.

I grabbed the keys of her bondage off the hook near her, where she could have reached them. I tossed them across the room, where there was no chance of her reaching them. I left the room even as she started to struggle against her bonds.

I smiled, thinking I might catch her naked and chained to the bench as her dad when I got back. I fantasized about breaking the taboo with her knowing it was me, unable to resist me. Raping her until she gave into my desire to keep her pregnant with my child.

It wasn't a desire I really had before, but I couldn't say for sure I wouldn't do it if I got the chance. After all, with the first chance to breed her I had fucked her for days, and not just to breed. I pleasured myself in her body.

I got to my truck and drove back to the lake. I then packed up my camp, pulled my boat out of the water, hooked everything up, then drove home. To my disappointment and relief, she wasn't trapped bound in the garage when I got there. There was no sign of what we had done the last three days either, almost like it never happened.

All my stuff had been returned where it belonged. My souvenir underwear in the center console knew what happened though. I hadn't washed them again. I was going to leave them there stained with the juices from breeding my daughter.

I went inside, noting that the roses had dropped a lot more petals around the vase. I smiled thinking about deflowerment of a fit pelvis, then I turned and saw her watching TV. She was wearing baggy clothes and a turtleneck. I couldn't help but stare at her, remembering how great of a fuck she just was.

My balls still ached from dumping all the cum inside her. I walked up to her. I wanted to touch her, to caress her cheek. To grab her by the hair and stick my tongue in her mouth. To push her down and take her here and now. I was so fucked. How could I put this genie back in the bottle?

"Why are you looking at me weird dad?" She asked

Fuck. I tried to settle my thoughts. I couldn't help but remember my carnal activities I had with her body as I looked at her. Her turtleneck didn't hide anything from me. I knew what was under it. I fucked her hard this morning, dumping my cum into her fertile body while marking it as my property. How could I go back to looking at her innocently?

I couldn't. I had to go on the attack. I should grab her, rape her, make her into my breeding wife, but... but no. I knew she lost her innocence, but it was as she wanted to. Still, it was a good excuse for me to treat her differently. She was no longer a virgin. I wasn't going to rape her, but I knew I couldn't be innocent with her anymore. I needed an excuse for that.

I reached towards her head, and pulled the collar of her turtleneck down, revealing both hickies. She pushed my hand away. I saw the red marks on her wrists from where the metal cuffs dug into them. I stared at her. I hoped not in naked lust like it felt.

"I'm 19 dad. I can have a boyfriend if I want." She said.

19. I would never hear that number and not think cumsoaked fertilized 19 year old defiled daughter. Still, I thought it was going well. I didn't grab her and take her. She wasn't accusing me of being the one who had fucked a baby into her. She wasn't looking down at my hard cock... and maybe I didn't look like the creep I thought I might look like right now?

I tried to shift the conversation to a feigned disappointment. I was glad of what she went through, me doing it to her. But if it wasn't me, how would I react? I had to focus on that to keep my lust under control.

"What's his name?" I asked

"It's none of your business." she said.

I knew his name. It was mine. She didn't know that. She didn't know who put those hickies on her. I also knew her activities went deeper than hickies, though she didn't know how I knew.

Still, it was enough of an opening to pretend fatherly instinct. That was good cover for being awkward, maybe. It wasn't because I fucked a baby into her, but just because I knew someone fucked a baby into her. My dick was doing its best to tell on me. Fuck. I focused on how I should feel, to press down my lust.

"Did you use protection?" I asked.

Another question I knew the answer to.

"That's none of your business either!" She yelled.

I struggled to keep a stern look on my face. She was defending herself in anger against the accusations of what I did to her. I hoped if I slipped she would just mistake it for disappointment, and not my arousal at thinking what I did to her. My semen even now assaulting her egg. Impregnating her.

My dick throbbed. It was even hotter, feigning anger over what I did to her. I wanted her again, but it was over. Still, I could hammer on this even if I couldn't hammer on her cervix anymore. I came inside her fertile pussy. I wanted her to admit to getting knocked up. I impregnated that babyslut, and I wanted her to admit it to her father.

"Did you use protection?" I asked again.

"Yes. Yes we used protection." She said.

I crossed my arms. I knew she was lying. Did she conceive? Would it implant? I did my best, filling her with my semen. If I was successful, she'd get caught in this lie. I wouldn't forget it. I'd point out she lied to me now when it turned out she was pregnant.

She was going to admit to her dad that I knocked her up. That I fucked a baby into her tight belly, impregnating her with my bastard child. I was almost exploding in my pants. I hope she didn't notice. Damnit, what should I say? A boyfriend, shouldn't I know him? Especially if he was intimate with my daughter?

He should marry her, seeing as he knocked her up. She shouldn't end up a single mother. People might think she was a slut. He wouldn't marry her though, because she really was a slut. A breedslut. My breedslut.

"When do I get to meet him?" I asked.

"Stay out of my life!" She screamed.

She jumped up and stomped off. I watched her ass as she walked away. I wish I could grab her and slide my dick into her thigh gap I couldn't ignore now. I knew of the hickey I planted on her left inner thigh. I knew exactly how warm and tight her pussy was. I knew even her breasts were chewed up and that she was probably still leaking semen.

Was that a stain from it on her baggy pants? I couldn't tell, but I suspected it might have been. I knew her so much more now and I couldn't ignore it. I knew the identity of the man who fucked his baby into her, even though she did not.

I took a deep calming breath. Going back to being her father was going to be very, very hard. I was so grateful I pissed her off. I couldn't help but remember fucking her after she pissed herself. I went to the bathroom, and under cover of showering my camping trip off, worked my dick to take the edge off that the conversation gave me.

•••

It was miserable weeks knowing how good of a fuck my own daughter was. I knew her biblically, and I couldn't stop looking at her in a carnal way. Thinking of her being a forbidden fruit I had once tasted, the seed of which I left to grow in her soil.

After great effort and many deliberate attempts to goad her so she stormed off before catching me staring inappropriately, lust had started to calm down and normalize.

She still refused to name her boyfriend or let me meet him. She insisted she practiced safe sex when she lost her virginity. Still I kept asking, because I knew it was as far from safe sex as she could get, having been fucked at least four times while she ovulated. She avoided looking at me out of her own guilt. What is more, I knew my asking inspired lust in her as she was confronted with her reality. Listening at her door sometimes after those arguments, I heard what her orgasm sounded like without the ball gag.

I got apprehensive as we approached her period. I wasn't sure how I'd handle bad news, how I would handle her not being caught lying to me about using protection, her not being pregnant. My only hope was if it didn't take, she'd put herself in the same position again.

A couple days before her time was due, I saw a post go up on our secretly shared interest website, on her previous post. I opened it nervously, unsure if it was another ad, or my secret hope. It was only one line, and I almost jumped out and cheered.

'Thank you. It took.'

In the post was a picture of a positive pregnancy test on top of the bathroom counter. It spoiled my effort to cool my lust, tenting my pants until I rubbed my dick raw with repeated orgasms.

Afterwards, I looked for the test around the house and in the garbage, so I could 'accidentally' discover it. I needed the proof. Unfortunately she covered her tracks well. My carnal thoughts refreshed just the same, and it took several more weeks before I could keep my cock from going instantly erect when I saw, or even thought about her.

It took her several months for her to confess she was pregnant to her father, although somehow she never caught on that I knew already, or that I did it to her, or that I wanted to do it to her some more. Months of pretending she used a condom.

She was showing to the perceptive by the time she came clean. It was then she also confessed she didn't actually know the father of her child. I didn't even have to goad her that day. She looked so guilty, and I was pretty sure she was starting to realize she couldn't hide it anymore. It made me so hard, I had to storm off feigning anger to take care of it before I could look at her.

After I gave her a firm lecture about her using protection and being irresponsible, I promised I would let her live with me still and take care of them both, so she could have a normal life. I listened to her door that day, as she got off at me knowing she was knocked up by a stranger. I couldn't really hold it against her, given what I got off on. Besides, her hiding that I fucked a baby into her until her dad practically caught her gave me something to get off on too.

Despite my worry due to its genetic lineage, my precious granddaughter was healthy. I assisted in my daughter's prenatal care, which included borderline activities like lotioning her gravid belly, massages, assisting in getting dressed, and many other actions I later masturbated to.

I was pretty sure if she knew what I did thinking about rubbing her stretch marked gravid belly late at night, she probably wouldn't let me near her. But that same belly was stretched precisely because she did let me get a little too close to her.

My daughter let me watch the birth. I saw the pussy I put the baby into split open as she suffered birthing what was a stranger's baby to her. I was rock hard during the delivery, as my seed finally came out of her, completed by her body. I hope I get the opportunity to put one in her again. I'd like to have a son too.

I kept my daughter's login information just to be sure I'd be the one to service her if she called for another stranger. We'll see what time brings. My desire to have a woman's loins split open birthing a child I put in them without them knowing who I was hasn't gone away. The problem is, there now is only a single woman I want to do that to.