Knocked Up: Fertile Fun Volume 2

by Saffron Daughter

  But that was a good thing. I wanted him to know what he was doing. I wanted to be his instrument. I wanted him to please me. And, in turn, I wanted to serve him. To do his bidding, obey his every word.

  Slowly he rose up off the bed and came to me, now cupping my breast, before getting onto his knees before me and suckling on my nipple lightly. The feel of my bud entering the warmth of his mouth made me shiver, and he started to suck on my nipple more urgently, nibbling and biting it.

  I arched my back like a cat in the sun as sensation started to course through my body. I was touching myself harder and faster now, panting more than breathing. My forearms hurt, but I didn’t care. I was… oh, God, I was close.

  I lifted my hips slightly, and he knew what to do. He slid my underwear down my legs before pulling them off me and burying his nose into them, inhaling the smell from my very core that I had leaked out into the dainty fabric.

  I was now completely naked down there. He could see everything. I was revealed.

  His hand slowly hooked around the back of my head and he lifted himself from my nipple and devoured the sight of my shaven mound spread open for him.

  “Wow,” he said. “You are fucking amazing.”

  “It’s only for you,” I said, grinning and biting my lip. It made me feel a pang in my gut and made my heart skip a beat when he said that.

  He started to lower down my body, move closer to my womanhood. It was searing hot. It felt on fire, swollen and wet. I needed him to touch me. It was a… it was a need. I spread my legs a little more. I wanted him in between my legs. I wanted to squeeze his head in between my thighs.

  He brought his face close, and inhaled, smelling me. I moaned softly, the intimacy of the act catching me off guard, making my heart hammer in my chest. I suddenly felt the texture of his warm, slick tongue as it swabbed my outer lips. It drove me absolutely crazy.

  He pressed his tongue into the dip between my outer and inner lips and began to trace the line, up and over the hood of my clit. It was so tantalizing… so teasing.

  He was teasing me!

  I laughed when I realized what he was doing, and moaned each time he ran his tongue across my folds again and again.

  I was soon squirming in the chair, begging for more, when his hands came to hook my thighs and he pulled them apart, spreading my center even more, baring me to him even more.

  “Yes,” I whispered as he let his tongue flutter over my folds, just hints of contact that left me feeling aroused and exasperated at the same time. I almost wanted to shout at him to get on with it!

  Suddenly, he surged forward and I felt his tongue on my inner lips, dragging powerfully up through my folds, eventually landing on my clitoris. It was unexpected, and I almost yelped as he pressed his tongue against my hard, sensitive stub.

  He began to slowly suck on my clit, sucking on it and flicking it. “Oh, God, Daddy,” I moaned, grabbing my breasts and squeezing them. It felt good. He had immediately settled into a rhythm and I was climbing already. He knew what he was doing.

  I was brought right up to the edge in what felt like an instant, my body tightening up. He halted my ascent, looking up at me out of smiling eyes.

  “You tease,” I breathed at him, panting, turned on and frustrated at the same time. He had taken my right to the precipice, then left me hanging. It was devilish.

  He started again, licking my clit in circles, moving the whole hardened hood from left to right, over and over again. I was climbing again, ascending. I was panting, tightening up. It felt so good. My eyes were clamped shut and I was gripping the hand rests of the seat so hard that I’m sure my knuckles were white.

  He was sogood! I felt the moment approaching. I bucked my hips, grinding my womanhood into his face as he sucked on my clit. I felt a heat in my core, a pressure building up right in my belly.

  “Don’t stop!” I cried, my voice tight and desperate.

  “Oh, fuck,” I groaned.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I gurgled.

  “I’m coming!” I yelled as I mashed my pussy harder into his face. In an instant, I was filled with pleasure, thrashing in my chair, my muscles twitching and flexing at random, my jaw clenched tight and my body froze in a rigid snapshot of pleasure.

  I wrapped my legs around him as waves of pleasure continued to break on the shores that were my nerves, and my whole body thrilled and tingled and basked in utter bliss.

  And then it was over. My orgasm began to ebb, to fade, and so I released the death grip I had on him, my thighs now sore.

  “Oh, Daddy,” I whispered, wiping sweat from my forehead. “That was so good.”

  He pushed a finger into me, then, making me yelp in surprise and jolt in the chair. I was so sensitive now after coming. He dragged the finger out and plunged it into his mouth, sucking on the pleasure juices from my very core.

  “You taste so good,” he told me, his voice a hoarse and lust-laced whisper, before getting up and licking a swab of skin up my neck, where my sweat was beading.

  Another surge of courage and confidence took hold of me. “It’s my time to taste you,” I said, hardly believing that I had just said it. I wasn’t usually so forward… but nothing about this evening was usual.

  Then I one-upped myself: “Stand up and take off your fucking shirt.”

  He looked at me for a moment, maybe impressed, maybe amused, before nodding and grinning, and standing up and taking off his shirt. His chiseled chest and sculpted stomach came into view. He was absolutely gorgeous. He looked as if he was carved from marble.

  He threw his shirt onto the bed and I looked up his body. He was so well-proportioned, lean in all the right places, and with Adonis belt that acted like a runway to his crotch.

  “Wow,” I whispered.

  He stepped forward to me and I reached out and began to frantically work at his buckle. I got it unlatched and unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, peeling apart each flap, revealing dark green boxer briefs beneath.

  He gave his hips a slight shake – and it was funny, it really was – and, while smiling, his trousers fell to the floor.

  But my laughter faded quickly as I saw what I could only describe as the enormous imprint of a curved cucumber showing through his briefs. I bit my lip, and looked up at him, for the first time feeling a little unsure.

  It was obvious he was really big.

  I got off the chair and knelt down in front of him, able to smell his delicious musk. I pulled the elastic of his boxer briefs down and hooked them beneath his balls. His cock sprang stiffly out, and boy was he fucking hung!

  But not only that, he had a really good looking cock. It was smooth-skinned… just really nice. I looked at it, sticking out of neatly trimmed pubic hair that sat at the bottom of an amazing, nearly perfect torso.

  “How are you so fucking sexy?” I asked him, almost unconsciously. I was embarrassed for a slight moment, and decided to defuse it by wrapping my lips around his wide cock head.

  I could barely fit it in my mouth. But that didn’t deter me at all. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted him to come in my mouth, groan out his pleasure for me to hear. I wanted him shaking with bliss. I wanted to taste him. Then I wanted him to fuck me. Hard. Destroy me.

  I took his cock as deep as I could, swallowing the gag that lay threatening, and began to bob up and down on his cock, while pumping his shaft with one hand and playing gently with his balls with the other.

  Looking up his body, it looked as though he were in the same kind of heaven I was just in. He was standing straight, back arched, thighs tensed, and eyes unfocused.

  I grinned. I was making him feel good just like he had made me feel good.

  I kept going, just like that, speeding up a little, making sure that I rubbed the back of his tip with my tongue, knowing he’d be sensitive there. My last boyfriend had told me that the key to making a guy come from a blowjob is to keep the tempo consistent. No herky jerky stuff. It made sense… it was the same way for girls.

 
; “Oh shit,” he breathed out in a low exhale, his voice raspy, and laced with lust. I clamped my tongue against his cock head, and jerking him and sucking him, I left his balls and began to massage my clit, already too turned on to ignore it. My pearl welcomed my touch, and I moaned onto my Daddy’s dick as I sucked him off, as I massaged my clit.

  I continued working him the best way I knew how, and I felt his body stiffen and his heels leave the ground. His calves and thighs tensed and I knew he was about to come.

  “Yeah, Carly,” he groaned, running his fingers through my hair to place his palms on the back of my head. He began to thrust a little to the time of my bobs, like a shallow fucking of my mouth.

  His fucking sped up, and soon I couldn’t move or pump him anymore as he pushed his manhood down my gullet over and over again. I could barely breathe. My face must have been beet-red. I was forever a hair’s breadth away from the gag reflex.

  I loved it.

  “Fuck,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “Oh, shit…”

  His body jolted and he grunted before he groaned loudly and drove his cock down my throat twitching and flexing. I felt an explosion of sticky warmth in my mouth, and I knew he was unloading himself for all he was worth.

  His cock continued to twitch and fire out strands of his broiling seed, but eventually it stopped, but not before it had filled up my mouth faster than I could swallow it, and it was dribbling out the sides of my lips.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “That was amazing. You’re really good at that.”

  He pulled is cock out from my mouth, and I spluttered and coughed, spitting out the rest of his cum onto the floor.

  “Thanks,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

  “But we’re not done yet,” he told me.

  “What else are you going to do to me?” I asked coyly, savoring the taste of his seed.

  “I caught you watching porn on my computer.” He tutted, and shook his head. “I think you need to make it up to me.”

  I giggled, and went to the bed, gesturing at it. “Well, lie down, and let me make it up to you.”

  He walked over to the bed and lay down, his cock still rock hard even though he’d just come. I grabbed hold of his shaft and climbed onto him, positioning his tip at my entrance.

  I decided that now it was my turn to tease him a little, and I began to rub his tip through my folds, up and down, tapping at my clit. He groaned and looked at me out of lust-filled orbs, but eventually even I couldn’t take the teasing anymore, and so I slowly pushed myself down on him, so that only his tip was in me.

  God he was big! I pumped him slowly while moving his tip in and out of me. He writhed on the bed and groaned, obviously wanting me to just take him whole.

  It wasn’t exactly a tough decision.

  I plunged him deep inside of me, my velvet tunnel already so slick and wet with my juices that he just slid right in, but not without stretching me immensely. God, he was huge! It felt amazing, and teetered on the edge of pain for just a flash of a moment.

  “Jesus,” I grunted, feeling him touch something deep and sensitive inside me. I was completely filled by his enormous cock. It was such a pleasing sensation.

  I’d never before felt this full, the sides of his shaft touching every surface inside me. It was like every single nerve inside my sex was being stimulated all at once.

  Slowly I began to gyrate my hips, bringing him slightly in and out of me, lifting the weight of my body off of him before bringing it back down. Moaning, I began to ride him faster. With his hands, he was rolling my nipples between his fingers, squeezing my breasts, slapping my thighs, grabbing my ass. His actions were primal, animalistic, and he occasionally lifted his body off the bed, his hard stomach muscles popping out from beneath his thin skin.

  The shuddering sensation of his girthy rod filling me up was so potent, so overwhelming. I was crying and shrieking loudly with each of his stabs into my center, and he began to buck his hips, matching my movements, and I was lost to heavenly bliss.

  He began to thumb my clit, and I looked down at him, biting my lip and grinning. “Yeah,” I whispered, nodding. “That’ll make me come, Daddy.”

  “Come all over my dick, baby,” he groaned.

  He thumbed my pearl vigorously, moving in circular motions, the hardened stub beneath this thumb rotating wildly. He began to fuck me harder from beneath me, and I at first I tried to keep up pace, but then I just leaned back, supporting myself on his thighs, lost in it all.

  I was already winding up, like a jack-in-the-box waiting to spring. I was like a string pulled to taut, waiting to snap.

  I could feel the inevitable welling up inside me, waiting to explode.

  “Oh Daddy,” I whispered. “Harder! Faster! Come inside me!” I was screaming the words unconsciously. “Fill me up!”

  “FILL ME UP!”

  I felt that tightness inside me growing, that pressure welling. God, it felt so good to be fucked by him like this, to have his huge cock and skilled fingers plundering from me everything he wanted, and at the same time plucking every string of pleasure and bliss I had in my body.

  “Fuck, fuck, yes, yes, yes….”

  It was too much. I opened my mouth wide as I crested. I let out a silent scream, my body overtaken in spasms and twitches and my cunt clenched tightly around his thick cock. Pleasure crashed over me. I was soaring in orbit. I was in heaven. It was ecstasy.

  My voice came back, and I wailed out, “OOOOOOOOH FUUUUUUUCK!”

  He thumbed my pearl expertly, not slowing down as orgasm crashed over me in wave after wave, the pleasure sent ripping through my body with ferocious intensity. My arms buckled, and I fell onto him, silently thrashing in bliss.

  And then I was coming down, and he stopped touching my over-sensitive pearl and instead wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight to his chest, and he drove himself into me one last time before letting out his own hoarse grunt of pleasure.

  I felt his cock flex and jump inside my tight, swollen canal as he fired off shot after shot of his cum, unloading himself into me.

  He was coming inside me! I felt his manhood over and over again as he unloaded himself. He must have filled me with cupful’s of come.

  “Oh,” I moaned, holding his face, breathing rapidly onto it. I kissed him hard, and our tongues danced, and I realized, then and there, that it was the first kiss we had shared.

  I kissed him ferociously after that, watching the back of my orgasm go, like a sun dipping down below the horizon.

  And then I put my head on his shoulder and held him back, smelling him.

  Silence enveloped us for a moment, before I broke it. “Daddy,” I said, my voice croaky.

  “Yeah, babe.”

  “I never want us to be apart.”

  “I’ll never leave you,” he breathed into my ear, holding me tighter. We stayed together like that, wrapped up tight, entwined as one, sweat mixing, chests heaving; connected.

  Eventually, the silence broke. “You won’t tell Mum, will you?” I asked him.

  “No,” he said, shaking his head. “Unless that’s something you want to do.”

  “No,” I told him. “I don’t want to tell her.”

  “Okay. It’ll be our little secret.”

  I pushed back off him, smiled and pressed my forehead against his. He leaned in for a kiss, claimed my lips, and I gave him my tongue for a brief moment.

  “You came inside me,” I said.

  “I did,” he agreed, looking for a moment sheepish.

  “It’s fine… I wanted it. It felt so good. But…”

  “But what?”

  “What if I get pregnant?”

  He blinked, looked at me for a moment, before compassion flooded his features. “Don’t worry, Carly. We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”

  “Okay,” I said, nodding, holding him tight again. I could still feel how hard he was inside me. God, the man was a machine.

  “Think you can make me come th
ree times?” I asked him playfully. “I’ve never done it myself.”

  He gave a soft laugh, before lifting me up and throwing me down on the bed.

  “I love a challenge,” he growled.

  *

  I stared at the pregnancy tester in disbelief. My step-father had come inside me again that night, but I was convinced I wasn’t going to get pregnant. I mean, I’d read up on it! Some people had such tough times getting pregnant!

  But there it was. We had done it at just the right time.

  I was pregnant.

  I began to laugh, my voice echoing off the interior of the bathroom.

  I was pregnant!

  A strange kind of joy filled me. He had put a baby inside me. My fucking Daddy had fucked me and put a baby inside me.

  I punched in his phone number, hoping he had his roaming turned on. The day after our communion, he’d been called away to Australia for an urgent business thing, and I hadn’t had a chance to see him or really speak to him since.

  Now, two weeks later… I was pregnant. I couldn’t believe it. I’d taken the test because I was late, but I never expected this…

  “Daddy?” I asked, my voice ginger on the phone.

  Immediately he was concerned. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you in trouble?”

  I shook my head, even though he couldn’t see it, and bit back a tear. The emotions I was feeling were… so strange. I was at once joyous and terrified.

  “There’s something I need to tell you.”

  He paused. “You can tell me, baby girl.”

  “I’m pregnant,” I whispered. I was so glad that he didn’t wait to reply, that there wasn’t a moment of deafening silence.

  “Carly,” he said, his voice trembling. “I’m coming home right now. I’ll be there tomorrow. We’re going to celebrate.”

  “Celebrate?” I asked, and I heard him laughing on the other end of the phone.

  “Of course, baby. You’re going to be a mother.”

  “A mother,” I echoed. My world seemed to blur, fade at the edges. “You’ll stay with me, right?”

  His voice grew serious. “Listen to me, Carly. I will never leave you.”