My daughter arched her back as her body rocked with my thrusts into her tiny body. “FINALLY!” she gasped out and then looked back at me. “Use me, Dad. Use me the way you’ve wanted to. I’m tired of waiting, too!” With that, I tightened my grip on her hips and literally held the lower half of her body in the air while my cock continue to plough into her forcefully, her small feet, enclosed in those sexy fucking shoes, dangling off the kitchen floor. Using my own hips as a pivot, I swung her helpless and impaled body just far enough to the side so that she could lay face down on the kitchen table while I fucked her mercilessly. With a wicked grin, she added, “I’m ovulating, Daddy.”
I paused my thrusts on the in-stroke, burying myself deep inside her, and felt the resistance of her cervix. I wasn’t completely buried, but if I pushed with a little more force I would be. “What?” I asked her breathlessly.
“I’m ovulating,” she repeated. “Today. If you cum inside me…”
“I’ll get you pregnant,” I finished for her.
“That’s the idea, isn’t it? That’s why people have sex, right? To make babies.” Her eyes smoldered and her nostrils flared with excitement. “Make a baby in me, Daddy. I want it.”
I resumed fucking my little girl, still with long, slow, powerful thrusts of my hips. “Say it again,” I told her.
Amity didn’t hesitate. “I want you to cum inside me. I want my father’s sperm inside my womb. I want you to get me pregnant, Daddy.”
My brow creased. “Where’s all this Daddy stuff coming from, Amity?” I asked her without slowing.
She smiled again. “Where do you think?” She mimed working on a computer keyboard with her fingers and raised an elegant eyebrow at me.
And the penny dropped. She had been monitoring my Internet activity and had probably hacked my computer. She knew the kind of porn I’d been watching in private, the kinds of stories I’d been reading. Of COURSE it had all been incest-related, mostly having to do with father/daughter couplings, but I wasn’t exclusive to that. She’d known all along which buttons to push and which fantasies to exploit. Again, I stopped fucking her for just a moment as I let that sink in. “You were spying on me?”
My daughter shrugged. “Desperate times and all that, Dad. I wasn’t getting through to you with logic. Even telling you that Mom endorsed it, and she DID, didn’t seem to have an effect. So I did what I had to do to get your attention.” She wiggled her hips as best she could while I held them in my hands. “I guess it worked. Because, here you are, about to knock me up.”
My focus drifted down to where we were joined. I could see my cock firmly buried inside my daughter’s stretched pussy, could feel the throb of my own penis against her warm, wet walls. My cock jerked involuntarily at the thought that she was right. I was so close then that I couldn’t stop myself completely. It felt too good. I felt too right. I was right where I belonged… almost.
“You really want me to do it, don’t you?” I asked her. “You really want me to get you pregnant?”
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