by Danielle Lux
And Becky, she eventually got used to the idea that she was going to have a baby, and started to look forward to it. When her mother was away she’d come into my bedroom and we’d fuck all night long. As her belly grew, it turned me on even more, fucking a sweet little eighteen year old with a big pregnant tummy.
A few months after the birth of our son, Sam—a happy, healthy baby boy—Becky and I found ourselves alone in the house once more. Judy was at a conference and baby Sam was staying with Colin’s family.
As things began to get hot and heavy between me and Becky, she put a hand on my chest, stopping me from putting my cock inside her.
“Wait,” she said, “we should use a condom.”
I smiled at her, my warmest, most innocent smile.
“I'll pull out, I promise.”
THE END
The Replacement Wife (Daddy, Please Pull Out 3)
It had been a long day at work and I felt like fucking something. On the subway ride home I found myself staring at every mildly attractive woman on there, imaging how good it would feel to bend them over and pound them until they screamed my name.
One woman, maybe in her early thirties, noticed the large bulge running down my trouser leg and gave me a naughty smile. I didn’t bother smiling back: as nice as ruining her cunt with my fat cock would undoubtedly be, I had a better prize waiting for me at home.
Not my wife—my wife was getting old, with tits that were starting to sag and a pussy that didn’t get as wet as it used to—no, the prize waiting for me was my wife’s daughter. An eighteen-year-old brat who couldn’t get enough of my big dick.
Amy’s eighteen-year-old breasts were big yet firm, in the way that only a girl of eighteen’s could be. In a few years they’d undoubtedly sag, like her mother’s, but for now they were two perfect globes, immune to gravity and perfect for sucking on. Some days she didn’t even wear a bra, and her nipples would poke through her shirt, drawing the eyes of every man she came across.
My step-daughter was the kind of girl men fell in love with at the drop of a hat, and everywhere she went she would pick up admirers. She had countless male “friends” from college and work, who would hang out with her in the desperate hope that one day she’d sleep with them. But Amy only had eyes for me: the man who raised her. The man of the house.
Amy and I had started our affair a couple of months after her eighteenth birthday. Her mother was away on business, and Amy came home in tears after breaking up with her loser boyfriend.
I gave her a shoulder to cry on, and later that night I gave her a fat dick to ride on.
Amy had been a virgin. Apparently she and her wimp boyfriend had tried to have sex a couple of times, but he’d been too nervous to get it up.
I had no such problem. As soon as I saw her gorgeous big tits, her shaven pussy and her flat little belly, I’d been as hard as steel, and my big cock had made short work of her hymen.
Amy screamed as I pushed through her bloody barrier and made her a woman, and I had to fuck her frustratingly slowly, as her virgin tunnels took a while to stretch to my size. With every slow thrust Amy would wince with pain, and we had to end that first session prematurely, as even taking it slowly and carefully I managed to tear her vagina, and she was in too much pain to carry on.
The next night, when I came home from work, Amy was standing there in bra and panties, waiting for me to come home. She didn’t own any expensive lingerie, but seeing her breasts busting out of a basic white cotton bra was enough to make my cock instantly hard.
“I’m ready for you now, Daddy,” she’d said. “I’m all healed up.”
And ready she was. We spent the evening fucking in every room of the house. Finally, after two hours of incredible sex, where we both came multiple times, we lay down exhausted on the bed I normally shared with my wife.
The only downside was that Amy made me wear a condom. And in the months that followed, when we took every opportunity to fuck behind Amy’s mom’s back, Amy always made me wear one. I asked her to go on the pill, but she’d heard stories of it messing with your hormones from her friends, and she refused.
I was desperate to finish raw inside her, to fill her full of a hot, white load, but I had to settle for either finishing inside her wearing the condom, or taking it off and unloading onto her tits or face or into her mouth. Amy loved to swallow my cum, and finishing down her soft, wet throat was heavenly, but it could never be as good as finishing inside a pussy.
Thankfully my wife Jane was on the pill, and had no qualms about me blowing my load inside her cunt, but every time I did that I kept thinking how much nicer it would be if I was doing it inside her daughter. Amy’s eighteen-year-old pussy was so tight, even after months of being stretched by my fat dick, whereas her mother’s just didn’t grip my shaft in the same way.
In fact, the more I banged Amy, the less favorable her mother seemed in comparison. I started to fantasize about making Amy my wife instead, and kicking Jane out. I didn’t want a wife my age anymore, with saggy tits, a loose vagina and cellulite, I wanted a younger model. I wanted Amy, with her perfect body and innocent little face.
One night, while Jane was away on business, Amy and I we’re lying in bed together after a particularly frantic fucking session. Panting and sweaty, she snuggled her little naked body up to mine, her big, soft breasts resting against my chest. They were glazed with my cum.
“That was amazing, Daddy,” she said. “I love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” I told her. Then, seized by a sudden madness, I decided to bite the bullet and ask if the question that had been playing on my mind:
“Baby, how would you like to be my wife?”
Amy looked up at me, confused.
“But Mom’s your wife,” she said. “I’m your step daughter.”
“Yes baby,” I said, “my step daughter. Not my real daughter. Which means me and you can get married. We can let the whole world know about our love.”
“What about Mom?”
“I can divorce your mom. She and I haven’t been in love for a while, and you're the one I love.”
That was partially a lie. Jane and I were doing fine. Apart from the fact that I wanted to replace her with her daughter.
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Amy said, “I couldn’t do that to Mom.”
The next day Jane came back, and as I fucked her, in the bed I’d been fucking her daughter in the day before, I looked down at the crow's feet around her eyes and the sagging of her breasts and knew that I didn’t want her anymore. I wanted Amy, and I was going to do whatever it took to get her.
A few weeks later Jane went away again, and as soon as she was out the door I was kissing Amy’s neck and shoving my fingers down her panties.
“Daddy!” Amy laughed. “Stop it! I need to get ready, I’m going to Cara’s party tonight.”
I slipped a finger inside her and Amy gasped with pleasure.
“You sure you don’t want to stay in with Daddy tonight?” I asked, rubbing a fat finger against the hood of her clit.
Amy didn’t take much persuading. Soon she was down on her knees, shoving as much of my long cock down her throat as she could.
“You’re getting better at that, baby,” I said, running my hand through her hair, “You can take more than half of it now.”
Amy pulled my length out of her throat, coughing and spluttering. Her eyes were watering.
“It’s not just the length, Daddy,” she said, “it’s so fat as well. It makes my jaw hurt!”
“You’ll get used to it, baby,” I promised her. “Remember when we first started—you could barely get the head in!”
“I have got better, haven’t I, Daddy?” she asked, smiling proudly.
“You have baby,” I told her. “You’re a good girl. You’re daddy’s good girl.”
It wasn't long until I had Amy laid on her back on the couch, her clothes off and her legs spread—revealing the soft, pink treasure inside.
I clambered on t
op of her, lining my dick up with her gaping cunt.
“Don’t forget to put on a condom, Daddy,” Amy said.
“I thought we could do it without one this time,” I said. “I promise that I’ll pull out in time so you don’t get pregnant.”
Amy looked unsure.
“It’ll feel much better without one,” I told her. “Just let Daddy do it this one time. Please?”
Amy smiled, though she still looked like she was in two minds.
“Ok, Daddy. For you.”
Jackpot, I thought to myself. Everything was going to plan.
I kissed Amy’s forehead.
“I promise you I’ll pull out,” I told her.
I leaned forward, using my hips to rub the head of my cock against her flaps, smothering it in her juices. Then I leaned down on kissed Amy’s neck as I sunk my cock inside her.
Amy’s vagina was as beautifully tight as ever, and feeling its warm, wet grip around my shaft, without any latex in the way, was heaven.
“Oh Daddy,” Amy groaned.
Still kissing her neck, I started to fuck her in slow deliberate strokes, getting her pussy nice and warmed up and used to my size. I knew from experience that if I took things too fast, Amy’s tight pussy was likely to get damaged, and today especially, I needed to go all the way: I needed to fuck her until I came.
I started to pick up the pace, pounding Amy with big, long strides, using every inch of my bare cock to massage her insides. Amy gripped on tightly to my back, digging her fingernails into my skin. It hurt, but I didn’t care: her pussy felt so good raw that nothing else mattered.
“You feel bigger than ever, Daddy,” Amy groaned, “it’s so much nicer without the condom.”
She was right: without the condom to restrict me, my dick was at full girth. I wear the biggest condoms on the market, specially ordered online from Europe, but they’re still a tight fit with my fat shaft. Without the condom, I was finally able to let Amy experience my full size.
I rolled Amy over so I was lying on my back on the couch and she was on top, riding me. Her big breasts bounced up and down, and I lifted my head up and took a nipple in my mouth.
“Oh Daddy…” she groaned, as I sucked.
Amy rode me like she was competing in the derby, eagerly slamming herself down onto my length over and over. Her pussy was so slippery and wet, and it felt so good against the bare skin of my shaft. Amy was loving it too, biting her top lip and arching her back as she moaned.
“I love you Daddy…” she gasped, “I love you so much…”
“I love you too, baby,” I told her, gripping tightly onto her hips. Her bare cunt felt so nice and tight that I could have cum there and then, but I held off: I wanted to take my time and enjoy it.
Plus, I wanted to build up as much cum in my balls as possible.
Amy came for the first time then, gasping as her pussy tightened around my shaft, her juices flowing down my thighs.
“Oh Daddy!” she gasped, pushing her cunt down on my cock and holding it there. “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”
It took all my willpower not to cum along with her, but somehow I managed.
I then proceeded to fuck Amy all round the house, making her cum over and over. By the time we got to the bedroom, we were both exhausted and covered in sweat. It was even better than our first time together, the added dimension of not using a condom making every thrust feel so much more pleasurable for both of us.
As I fucked her doggy style on my bed, Amy was nearly delirious. I’d given her pussy the pounding of its eighteen-year-old lifetime, and she was ready to tap out.
“Daddy, are you going to cum soon?” she asked, as I smashed my cock into her. “My pussy’s getting sore.”
“I won’t be much longer, baby,” I told her, and started fucking her with all my might. “Nearly there.”
“Daaaaddy it huuurts…” Amy groaned. “Please finish soon.”
Her wish was my command. I started to pick up the pace, piledriving into her pussy at supersonic speed.
“Ooooooo!” Amy groaned. “Owwww!”
Finally I felt the telltale tingle in my cock and balls. My orgasm was on its way. My load was almost ready to blow inside Amy’s eighteen-year-old guts.
“I’m gonna cum!” I grunted, holding on tightly to Amy’s hips. “I’m almost there, baby.”
“Don’t forget to pull out!” Amy yelled, looking round at me with a sweet little smile.
Yeah right, I thought. There was no way I was pulling out of a cunt this tight and wet. I was going to finish inside Amy, just as I’d planned all along, and with the load I had stored up in my plum-sized balls—I’d made sure not to masturbate or have sex for almost a week—she was certain to get pregnant.
Once she was pregnant with my child, Amy would have no choice but to marry me—no matter what her mother said.
“Pull out before you cum, Daddy,” Amy said, a note of desperation in her voice. “I don’t want to get pregnant.”
It’s too late for that, I thought to myself. Amy had chosen to have sex without a condom and now, like countless teens before her, she was going to learn how easy it was to get pregnant when you don’t use protection.
I started pounding Amy like a crazy person. I could feel my balls tensing, getting ready to unleash their contents at any moment.
“I’m nearly there!” I yelled.
Amy looked round at me, a look of terror on her face.
“Daddy, pull out, pull out! Please!”
“I’m cumming! I’m gonna blow inside you! I’m gonna fill you full of cum!”
“Daddy, no!”
And then I came: blasting a deluge of hot, thick cream into Amy’s unprotected pussy.
“Nooooo!” Amy yelled.
My dick still hard, I kept pounding Amy, gripping onto her hips with all my strength. I could feel shot after shot of warm cum shoot out from the end of my cock, coating Amy’s insides with my baby batter. I was so far inside her that I must have completely covered her cervix with my man milk.
Finally my dick began to soften, but I kept it there in Amy’s cunt, making sure every last drop of my seed ended up inside her vagina.
Amy started crying.
“You promised you’d pull out, Daddy!” she said. “You promised you would!”
“Sorry baby,” I said, “your pussy was so good that I couldn’t help myself. You should be proud.”
“I’m not on birth control,” Amy sniffled. I felt another shot of cum dribble from my dick into her vagina. My balls were almost empty now.
“Daddy will look after you,” I said. “If you’re pregnant we can raise the child together.”
“But what about Mom?”
“Your mother will—”
But then I stopped: because her mother was there, looking right at me.
Jane was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, tears dripping down her cheeks, too horrified to speak. I don’t know how long she’d been standing there, but she’d clearly seen enough: Amy was still naked on all fours with my cock inside her, so there was no pretending this was some big misunderstanding.
“Mom!” Amy cried, noticing Jane for the first time. “I’m sorry, Mom, I—”
Then Amy burst into tears, crying so much she couldn’t get any more words out.
“Hey honey,” I said. “Sorry you had to find out this way, but I’m leaving you. For Amy.”
I felt a bit cruel, but Jane would have to have found out eventually. There was no point in lying to her now that she’d found me balls deep inside her daughter.
Jane ran off crying. I guess seeing your husband blow his load inside your teenage daughter would be enough to make any woman upset.
“Mom!” Amy yelled. “I’m sorry!”
“It’s ok, baby,” I said, kissing her neck. “Daddy will look after you.”
Jane packed up and went to her sister’s. Amy tried to get in contact with her mom, but Jane ignored all her calls.
As I’d hoped, my mon
ster load had got Amy pregnant. At first she was upset, but then grew used to the idea, and was excited about raising a baby with the man she loved: me.
As her belly swelled, Amy and I made love every day. Her breasts grew bigger than ever, and I couldn’t keep my lips away from them, sucking on her rock hard nipples as I fucked her, then blowing my load all over her fat belly.
It’s many years later now, and Amy and I are married. Our son is a great kid, but he’s always getting into trouble and always wants things he can’t have. A bit like his dad, I suppose.
Amy’s body is still nice, but not what it once was. Giving birth and breastfeeding have left her cunt and breasts as poor copies of what they once were. I still love to fuck her, but her pussy doesn’t grip my cock as tightly as it once did.
Recently I’ve been becoming friendly with the new secretary at my office. I know it’s wrong, but I’m thinking of asking her for a drink next week. She’s got a firm body with curves in all the right places, and at the conference next month I’m hoping I can get her back to my hotel room and see how tight her cunt is. I can’t help imagining her big, juicy tits—much bigger than Amy’s—bouncing up and down as she rides my big cock. And best of all? She’s only eighteen, and not on the pill.
THE END
The Slut (Daddy, Please Pull Out 4)
It had been a hard day at work, and I was letting off steam by relaxing on the sofa in my office as an intern sucked my cock.
She was twenty-two, blonde and had huge tits, but her blowjob skills left a lot to be desired.
“Deeper!” I told her, a note of irritation in my voice. “Take it deeper!”
The poor girl tried her best, but then came up coughing and spluttering. She’d barely managed to take five inches of me—just over half of my length.
“I’m sorry Mr Johnson,” she said, wiping the drool and precum from her chin, “it’s too big. I’m only used to my boyfriend’s, and he’s half your size.”
If the girl thought she could win me over with flattery, she didn’t know me very well.