by Adrian Amos
“You want daddy to make you pregnant?”
My response is in no way canned. It's as real as my arousal. “Yes, more than anything. I want your baby.”
He stands tall, his cock springing into sight. It's gorgeous, this manly piece of meat that makes me quiver in anticipation.
Daddy steps up to me, his hands to my thighs, and positions himself between the stirrups. I was worried this last act of exhibitionism was going to frighten me from expressing myself. I thought my arousal would die a weak death.
But the anticipation of daddy's huge cock inside me has me licking my lips, and my hips writhe in place at the seat of the table, waiting impatiently for his insertion. He swipes his bulbous head through my slit, gathering my moisture on his cock.
I'm already soaking wet, so when he pushes in, his dick slides in effortlessly, coaxing my walls apart. I cry out, the pressure of his shaft hitting me just right, engaging me in the deepest pleasure I've felt all week.
The audience relishes my debasement, ooohing and aaahing with wonder at every new development. Every vocalization from the crowd is like a pulse of eroticism that activates my nerves like earlier, like when I was waiting in the hospital for my ultimate reward.
Daddy's fucked me before, but he's never been in front of so many people indulging in our own enjoyment, not the perverted desires of the Games. Showing the whole world his love for me on camera is the greatest sexual excitement there is.
I'm already halfway to my orgasm!
When daddy's cock shoves into the hilt, I'm filled entirely, warmth flooding me as I grip the sides of the table.
He leans forward, taking the back of my head in his hand and kissing me. His tongue penetrates me just like his cock does, long thrusts accentuating the exploration of my mouth.
I reach out and clutch onto daddy's sides, feeling the muscles in his back work as he thrusts in and out of me, driving his shaft length in dominant yet relaxed strokes.
“I love you, babygirl,” he says, his forehead pressed against mine, “I love you more than anything.”
“I love you, too, daddy,” I respond, my breaths ragged as pleasure messes with my equilibrium.
“I want this,” he says, thrusting. “I want you. You like how big daddy's dick is? You like how big it feels in you?”
“Oh fuck, yes, daddy.”
“You ready for my new seed? You ready for daddy to fill you up?”
He says it just like we played at before the Games, the morning after we had sex for the first time. But this time, it's real. The words hit me with enough power to supercharge my libido, firing up the pleasure building inside me.
“Oh god, oh god,” I moan. “Do it, daddy, do it. Come inside me. Fill me up with your hot cream!”
He kisses me once more, silencing me as he thrusts deep, tensing as his breathing grows more and more shallow.
“Okay, baby,” he huffs. “Here I come, here I come. I'm going to—I'm going to—fuck!”
When daddy releases, elation hits me dead on. This powerful feeling of happiness and success rushes into me as daddy unloads his first ever cum filled orgasm!
A gush of hot liquid pours into me, and the sensation and situation are enough to propel me into my own energetic release. I cry out at the heat, and my pussy convulses on his cock, squeezing it with tugs of cum-drawing force. My ass lifts from the chair and pushes his cock deeper, which daddy aids by leaning his entire body into me and pinning me to the chair.
I writhe into his chest, hugging him hard as I orgasm and he shoots his wad into me. The first batch of his semen is thick and creamy and comes out in nearly ten bursts of orgasmic energy. Every twitch of his cock unleashes another wave of seed into me, splattering my canal in hot batter that seeps into every nook and cranny.
The Matron taps daddy's shoulder, and he looks back at her, dazed and confused. Finally, gaining his cognition back, he nods and pulls out of me, annoyed that he has to break his connection with me.
He walks around my stirrups to let the audience see clearly. Daddy reaches between my legs—not before giving me a soft, loving kiss—and spreads my pussy lips open with his fingers.
Immediately, a stream of cum oozes from my entrance, spilling out onto my lips, thighs, and down onto the seat. It cools instantly, tingling as it drips into my ass crack.
The loudest sound in the stadium yet is unleashed: It's created by the image of a young, fertile girl leaking the contents of her stepfather's seed. It's deafening, a roar of indescribable proportions, made all the more intoxicating by the flash of a million cameras.
But I'm lost in daddy's eyes as we connect for the first time, his seed flowing through me, most likely making it's way deeper inside.
But even if it doesn't make it there today, I know I'm going to have a long time with him to make it happen.
EPILOGUE
I wave my foot in the air as I cross it over my other leg. Glancing around the pharmacy at the supermarket, I can't help but notice all the eyes glued on us, showing wonderment at their luck of seeing something so exotic.
A mother and her actual, biological child.
I push the carriage with gentle rolls, keeping Margy in a semi-state of unconsciousness.
We named her after daddy's first wife. I had no qualms about it because I spent so much of my life imagining the woman was the sweetest thing in the world—the way daddy talked about her—and would've made a great mother to me if she hadn't passed so young.
A big woman swoops by, interrupting my thoughts. She sticks her head in the carriage, shaking her face to and fro, making baby noises to Margy's confusion.
“Oh my god, she's gorgeous!” the portly woman squeaks. “You have to let me come over and play with her. I have an amazing chocolate bundt cake recipe I can bring.”
I nod, smirking. Another stranger with another creepy proposition. “Sure, just give me your number, and we'll set something up.”
She writes her number down for me and leaves us both, staring and waving, making kissy sounds on her way out of the pharmacy.
My precious little Margy coos and I give her a kiss on the forehead. “I'm sorry you had to deal with that. Hopefully, daddy comes back soon.”
As strange as it is, it's so commonplace nowadays that I barely bat an eye. Everyone wants to come and see Margy. Daddy, Margy, and I have become local celebrities. Everyone wants to eat at our table and talk about the miracle of life since none of them will ever get the chance to know what it's like to have a child.
It's hard to say no to that, because I know I would've given anything to understand it as well as I do now.
The white walls of the pharmacy remind me of the day at the Coliseum two years ago, waiting for daddy to come out of the operating room. I was so nervous, so frightened of what was going to come. The final game also left me doubting if I was mother material because I couldn't master the maternal instinct.
No one had ever explained to me what I was getting into. It was all new to me. I wanted it for so long, but actually having it in my grip, made me—for the shortest second—want to drop it and run.
In that waiting room, I thought I had made a grave mistake releasing daddy's testosterone. I wanted to hand that responsibility off to whoever wanted to come and take it.
But nothing was further from the truth, and through all the trials of the games, I realized I earned the right to be scared if only a little. No magical bullet makes you a mom. You learn and figure it out as you go along.
I actually saw Darcy not that long ago at a newborn parade. We noticed each other at the same time from across the crowd. It was a strange moment, both of us carrying our babies, hers no more than a few months old.
It seemed like my past sought me out to see me one last time.
I didn't know she had a baby, but it didn't surprise me to find out she had won the very next set of games. I mean, the only reason she didn't win when we played was because of me and a whole boatload of luck. It was simply the course of things t
o know she won the next games flawlessly.
I nodded to her, and that was that, not seeing her again.
I don't hold her any grudges. Not really. Not when I've got a baby to worry about more than what happened so long ago. We just both wanted the same thing, and we both did what we needed to win the chance to be happy. I no longer see it so cut and dry on who deserves to be a mother. The instinct is garbage. It's not that simple, and who knows, maybe she's better at it than I am.
Maybe it softened her, but that doesn't mean I'm inviting her over on a play date, though, I'll tell you that. A violent, strap-on induced orgasm would kill the prospects of a burgeoning friendship for anyone.
The real criminal, Mr. Morris, though, well... he met a more fitting end. I released the recording I had made of him, and it hit the internet with a boom. He admitted to raping girls, and every single one of them came out to corroborate their stories.
He was ostracized, his businesses upended, and ultimately his ass sent straight to maximum security. He got sixty years, which is not surprising in a world where equality means everything. What is surprising, though, is that the majority of his years didn't come from the rapes but from his 'Abuse of Testosterone.'
He took his gift of ejaculation and misused it, turning him into the perfect example of why these safeguards are put into place.
I will have to say, though, that people's reinforcement of preventing male testosterone is an unfortunate consequence of seeing that man put in jail.
In the end, his punishment wasn't to protect the survivors but to protect the system. An equal society is great, but the method is wrong. Men deserve to be themselves, not altered to become more like women.
I know because I have a testosterone-fueled man in my life. Daddy changed rapidly once his chip was removed, but nothing in him became a monster.
That's how it's always been sold, time and time again. Testosterone makes the beast.
He did become more domineering, more in control, but he's still the same sweetheart he's always been. He loves Margy and me with all his heart, and he'd do anything for us.
It's given him a boost to his career, though.
Businesses sought him out because they knew he had had the procedure, which made him a valuable commodity in the real world. People wine and dine him from all walks of life, hoping to glean a little bit of his masculinity for their own use.
All this time I've been taught it's poisonous, when in reality, it's rejuvenating.
And, well, there's the added benefit in the bedroom. That's where daddy becomes a real beast, in love with savaging me every night. He went from a man completely disinterested in sex to one whose libido is insatiable. Rough, hard, out of control, there's never a dull night with him, and he's taught me there's far more to my sexuality I hadn't even thought of exploring.
I knew he was missing something, but it's amazing to see it in action.
The nurse's office opens to let daddy out, who rolls down his sleeve to cover up his band-aid.
I coo to Margy, picking her up gently. “Oh, looky Margy, there's daddy! Are you ready to see him?”
“Aww, there's my little girl,” daddy says, taking her in his arms. “It's almost your turn, little lady. After mommy, though.”
Margy giggles, completely infatuated with him. The way she looks up at him makes my heart melt, and I could take a snapshot of them together and live off it forever.
“Mrs. Sternach,” the nurse calls out, “we're ready for you.”
I go into the office, and she closes the door. It's a routine check-up, as well as additional vaccines for Margy when it's her turn. We didn't want to upset her by making her watch us get shots and blood drawn.
After the nurse gives me my shots, she runs my blood in the small diagnostic machine in her office. A few minutes pass, and she comes back beaming.
I smile back at her, her joy infectious. “What is it?”
“Wow,” she mumbles. “I seriously never thought I'd get the chance to see it, or even to say this”—her eyes go wide—“but you're pregnant!”
My mouth sits agape. “Are you serious?”
She nods, “I-I don't even know how many mothers there are in the country who have two kids. That has to be incredibly rare, right? And I'm witnessing it!”
“You're the nurse, you tell me,” I laugh, my hand going to my mouth. I never even thought of a second baby, my entire fixation has been on having one if I was lucky.
But two?
I know all that fear and doubt I had before is gone because I rush to open the door to the office, staring at daddy as he plays with Margy.
He looks at me, dumbfounded. “What? What is it?”
I smirk, biting my lip. “How do you like the sound of daddy, three-point-oh?”
His smile tells me all I need to know, and I run over and hug them both, content to be the luckiest girl in the world.
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