Knocked Up: Fertile Fun Volume 1

by Saffron Daughter

  KNOCKED UP: FERTILE FUN VOLUME 1

  A Forbidden Taboo Erotica

  By

  Saffron Daughter

  Published by Fervid Dreams

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  This is a story of taboo lust and love between step-relations. No relations between blood-relations are depicted in this story. All characters depicted in this story are consenting adults.

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  “Inside me!” I begged, punching my hips backward. “Fill me up!”

  Saffron Daughter and Natalie Deschain bring you these two forbidden fertile taboo tales that will leave you breathless.

  Beth and Carrie both long for the man of the house... but neither of them are on birth control. It doesn't make any difference to him...

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coincidental. All characters depicted in this work are adults.

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  Table of Contents

  Foreword

  Knocked Up: Beth by Saffron Daughter

  Serving Daddy by Natalie Deschain

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  Knocked Up: Beth by Saffron Daughter

  I was tired and I was upset. It was windy, and my boyfriend… no, wait, he was definitely not my boyfriend anymore! Well, he and I had totally gotten into a huge argument during dinner, and he stormed off, leaving me at the restaurant. The thing? We went in his car! What a prick.

  And so I was walking home. The small town I lived in was safe – I wasn’t worried about that. But it was a twenty minute walk, and it only afforded me more time to stew and feel sorry for myself, and feel angry at him.

  Now, I don’t claim to be some kind of prize. I’m just a normal girl, with normal looks. I don’t have the teeny-weeny waist of a bimbo, nor the ridiculous, plastic breasts of a porn star. I’m just your basic nineteen year old girl with thighs a little too thick for my liking, and an ass that’s bigger than I want it to be (though the boys say that’s a good thing).

  I wasn’t, say, the girl equivalent of my step-father. No, he was pretty much perfect. Sexy, ripped bod. Handsome face bordering on pretty, with a smile that could mesmerize, and smoldering eyes that seemed to look right through everything they saw.

  My thoughts meandered to my step-father. Dylan. He was hot, and I grinned while thinking it, knowing it was just so, so wrong! I mean, you’re just not supposed to think that way, are you? It’s completely inappropriate!

  “Beth, Beth, Beth,” I said to myself, shaking my head. This wasn’t the first time I’d had thoughts like that. In fact – and I’m completely ashamed to admit this – I’ve touched myself to thoughts of Dylan. He’s just really hot, and it’s not like he’s my real dad, though he’s certainly been around long enough, and done enough of the daddy things to qualify as one.

  But him and I had a special rapport, you know? We could chat so easily, and he was one of the few men… no, few people who actually seemed interested in me. We talked at length about what I would do during my gap year (I was going to Vietnam!!), and he always paid attention, listened to every detail, and asked me the questions I wanted him to ask me.

  And, if you do ask me, I don’t know why on Earth my mother left him, or how on Earth she had even bagged a man to begin with. I mean, he was a total stereotype. Successful entrepreneur who owned a budding robotics business, volunteer firefighter, and ex-personal trainer and nutritionist. The guy basically had a resume that 99% of the population would kill to have. He got his PHD in nutrition science when he was just a young twenty-something, and now, at forty-five, he had a whole host of other achievements under his belt, and still didn’t look a day older than thirty-three!

  I shook my head, looking into the windows of closed shops as I walked down high street. Mum had seriously lucked into him, and then had blown it completely by cheating on him, getting caught, and then blaming him. At first I had sided with her. After all, she was my mother, and to me there was only one reason why she’d cheat on a man like him, and that’s because he was a total asshole who couldn’t satisfy her. But, as time went on, I started to wonder about that. It soon became apparent that Mum was going through a bit of a phase, and she liked her bottles of wine a little too much, and, well… she just didn’t know a good thing when she had it.

  Shame. Her loss, I guess. I chose to stay with Dylan for a while. Mum was getting insufferable.

  Pushing away my thoughts, and clearing my mind, I walked home the rest of the way, just watching the oncoming traffic on the road.

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  When my step-daughter, Beth, came home, she looked so unhappy that it broke my heart. “What’s wrong, baby?” I asked, rushing to greet her at the door. I had been in the middle of my evening workout, and was well aware that I was sweating, and so didn’t give her a hug like I wanted to.

  “Nothing, Daddy,” she said, shutting the door behind her. She leaned back against it, and sighed.

  “Come on,” I said, and I guided her by the small of her back to the living room. “Sit down. Talk about it. Let me get you a drink.”

  “Can I have something alcoholic?”

  I looked at her, weighing it in my mind. “Okay,” I said, “but no more than two drinks. You’re not of age yet.”

  “I know, Dad, it’s just… I’ve had a really bad night.”

  “Talk to me,” I said, going to the fridge. “White wine alright?”

  “Yeah. Thanks.”

  I returned with a glass, and sat down beside her on the sofa. I saw her eyes linger on my arms where there was a sheen of sweat. “I’ve just been down in the basement doing some-”

  “I know, Daddy. It’s okay.”

  “You have a fight?”

  “Is it that obvious?”

  “I didn’t hear a car. So he left you at the restaurant, did he?”

  Her eyes widened, as if she was surprised, but it wasn’t exactly a hard leap to make. I knew Derrick was no good for her, but suppressed the anger I felt. I could deal with him later.

  “Yeah,” she said, nodding. “You guessed it.”

  “What a prick.”

  “I know, right!”

  “You never leave a girl to walk home.”

  “Don’t get angry, Daddy. He’s just an idiot. I’m breaking up with him.”

  My heart warmed. “That’s great, Beth. I don’t want to be intrusive, but I always thought that he wa
sn’t any good for you.”

  “You say that about every boy.”

  I took in a breath. She was right… and I was ashamed to admit to myself that it was more than just because I was her step-father and charged with looking out for her. It was because I was also secretly in love with her.

  What can I say? She was a beautiful young woman, and we got along so well. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help the way I felt. All I knew I could do was protect her as best as I could, give her a good home and be a good Dad. Beyond that, I knew that nothing was going to happen, so I spent most of my time not thinking about it.

  But when I was with her, it was sometimes difficult to forget just how attracted I was to her… or just how much I cared about her in completely the wrong way.

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  I sipped on my white wine, and smiled at Dylan. I wanted to laugh because he was so hot sitting next to me, all sweaty like that, and it was clear that he had no idea. I really liked his arms. They weren’t too big and they looked just really well-proportioned, really hot. My girlfriends thought it was so stupid that I dug guys’ arms, but I just did.

  I could see in his eyes that he was angry about Derrick, that he had left me to walk home. “Daddy,” I said, touching his arm. I felt its slickness and heat. “Don’t do anything to him, okay?”

  “Did he hurt you?”

  “Only with his words.”

  My step-father looked at me, eyes serious. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay,” he said, nodding. “I won’t do anything.”

  I grinned. “Thanks. I like that you’ll listen to me. Mum was never like that. She was always interfering.”

  “You’re mother’s a stubborn woman,” Dylan said, and I noticed a small grin spread on his face. We both burst out laughing.

  “Yeah,” I said. “She is, isn’t she?” I finished the glass of wine, feeling better already, and sat back on the sofa, letting the soft cushions swallow me up. “Gosh, it’s so nice to be back at home. My feet hurt.” I kicked off my shoes and laughed, swinging my legs. “Much better.”

  Looking up at Dylan, I grinned at him. “So what did you get up to today?”

  “Actually, there was a call.”

  “Fire?”

  “Yeah. Got on the truck and everything. Turned out to be a false alarm, but still, got the blood moving.”

  “Do you get scared when you get hear the fire bell?”

  He paused, before answering. “Not really scared, no. But excited. Aware that it could be dangerous.”

  “Aware that you could die?”

  Dylan laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t really think about that.”

  “That would excite me.”

  “Oh? Since when did you become a thrill-seeker?”

  “Well, I am going to Vietnam.”

  “That’s right, you are. You’ll have to be careful, you know. A young woman all alone… you’ll be an easy target.”

  “Stop it, Daddy. Vietnam is perfectly safe. Loads of backpackers go there.”

  “Still. I wish you’d go with a friend.”

  “I don’t want to,” I said, and it was the truth. I didn’t want to go with a friend. Though if there was one person I would want to go with, it’d be him, but I pushed that thought away. I couldn’t think like that!

  He shifted on the sofa, folding his arms so that his muscles bulged. I followed suit, moving a little closer to him.

  “So what was the false alarm?”

  “Smoke detector,” he said. “Someone smoking where they shouldn’t have been, and nobody bothered to turn it off, so it got transferred to our house.”

  “So everyone went?’

  “Oh, yeah. Bobby, Mike, Danny… the whole fire crew.”

  “Sirens?”

  He grinned. “Yup.”

  “That’s cool,” I said. “Just like a movie.”

  “It’s less cool when you know you might be walking into thousand-degree heat.”

  “I think you’re really brave, Daddy.” I leaned in a little closer to him, and despite the fact that I knew I shouldn’t, I rested my head on his shoulder. “You’re really brave.”

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  I didn’t fail to notice that my beautiful step-daughter had put her head on my shoulder. That had never happened before, and the air between us had definitely grown thick with tension.

  “It’s not all that,” I said. “It’s a job.”

  “Hey, Dad?”

  “What is it, baby?” I looked down at the top of her head. I wanted to put my nose there, smell her.

  “I’ve been thinking about something.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Are you attracted to me?”

  My heart stopped. “What?”

  “Are you attracted to me? I kind of get that impression.” She looked up at me, her gorgeous eyes staring right into mine. I shifted a little, but she followed me, not allowing me to create a distance between us. I couldn’t believe that I’d been that transparent, that she’d caught me!

  With nothing else to do but admit the truth, I sighed, and said, “Yes, a little.”

  What she said next surprised me the most: “Only a little?” Then she leaned up, and kissed me.

  And after a microsecond of hesitation, I kissed her back, hard.

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  I never once thought I’d ever be kissing my step-father, but here we were, lips locked, tongues dancing. I leaned up, leaned into him, loved that I could smell him, taste him. He kissed so well, too, and it wasn’t long until our kissing turned hungry, a mashing of mouths, banging of teeth.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I mewled into his mouth, climbing on top of him so that I straddled him. His huge hands were feverishly groping my flesh, and I knew instantly that this was what I wanted. This was what I had always wanted.

  “Daddy,” I said. “Daddy, wait.” I pulled back, broke the kiss.

  He looked at me, eyes full of desire. “What is it, Beth?”

  “Come with me to Vietnam.”

  He blinked. “Really?”

  “Really. It’ll only be for a few months, and it’s going to be great. Come with me. I’d love you to come with me.”

  A second passed by before he nodded. “Okay.”

  My heart hammered in my chest, and my soul swelled with joy as I leaned back and kissed him again, feeling my core stirring to life, feeling myself become hot and swollen.

  And then he was on me, tearing at my clothes, grabbing at my breasts, pulling at my nipples, slipping his hand in between my thighs to cup my naked sex. It was been a flurry of movement, and before I knew it I was naked, and he was taking advantage of it, lips around my nipples, fingers playing with my swollen, yearning clit.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I moaned, leaning back on the sofa, stretching out like a cat in the sun while he continued to finger me, rub circles around my pearl, pull at my nipples with his lips and sometimes his teeth so that I would yelp and laugh, and run my hands through his hair, hold him harder against me.

  “Your turn,” I said. “Wait, your turn.”

  He leaned up, looked at me confused.

  “Your clothes, silly!”

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  I nodded, sucking on my finger, tasting sweet hints of my step-daughters most private place. God, I wanted to bury my face in her, lick her until she came all over my tongue. I wanted to taste her core, her pleasure. I wanted to hear her cry out in bliss. I wanted to satisfy her and hold her, and then fuck her brains out.

  I got up from the sofa, and began to take off my clothes. She helped me with my trousers before I was done with my top, and a moment later they were at my feet, my cock standing to attention, and she had her hand wrapped around it, and her mouth on it.

  “Fuck,” I breathed as she began to bob up and down on me, sucking me off with a kind of desperate fervor that I’d never experienced before. Where the hell had she learned to give a blowjob like this?

  My hands ran through her hair, and I started to pull her on to me, thrust into
her throat, bury my manhood down her gullet.

  But I wanted more. I wanted her pussy in my face.

  “Beth, baby,” I said, guiding her off me. She wiped saliva from her mouth and looked at my cock, still jerking it.

  “You’re really big, Daddy.”

  I’m not going to lie. I felt a measure of pride.

  “I need to make you come in my mouth,” I told her, and she nodded, instantly getting up and pushing me down onto the sofa. I lay down, and she turned around, straddling her thighs over each side of my face so that I was greeted with the sexy sight of her ass and her pussy from beneath her.

  And then her mouth was on my cock again, and I lifted my head up and buried my face in her womanhood, smelling her, tasting her nectar. God, it tasted so good, smelled so good. At that moment all I could think of was that I could eat her fucking cunt forever.

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  “Oohh,” I moaned around his cock, now struggling to properly blow him as he licked my clit hard in the sixty-nine position. I was grinding myself against him, mashing my sex into his face, but it didn’t slow him down, and when he slipped a finger into me, angled it against my front wall, it was all I could do not to cry out in pleasure as he worked me hard, expertly.

  Letting his thick cock out of my mouth, tasting the mild flavor of his pre-cum, I sat up and pressed down on him harder, pushing his finger deeper into me. He began to fuck me with his finger, first one, and then two. I have no idea how he managed the angle but he did, and so I simply held onto his cock like it was a handrail, jerked it clumsily while he ate me out, while he brought me racing forward to oblivion.