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"C'mon, sleepyhead," I said and, pulling his arms, helped him out of the chair. We wobbled down the hallway to his bedroom, his hands on my shoulders as I walked backwards, guiding him. His cock stuck straight out under his shorts, and I was really tempted to press myself against it, but I didn't want to chance waking him.
"Dunno why... so tired...," he mumbled as he hit his bed.I pulled the covers over him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Habit," I said.
"S'okay... s'nice....", he mumbled just before he started to snore.
The rest of the week went pretty much the same way. I'd tease him mercilessly, then drug him. Near the end of the week, he was in a state of perpetual arousal. He had a bulge in his pants even before he walked in from work. I don't know how he even made it through work, though he told me later that he thought he was getting some pretty suggestive looks from the girls at the office.
I made sure he didn't have either the time or the opportunity to relieve himself. The only close call I had was on Thursday night. I guess I'd gone too far. I decided to wear a a different nightgown, one that wasn't so see-through so I could get away with not wearing a bra, but was so low-cut that all I'd have to do is move a bit and my nipples would show.
I'd insisted we watch a movie on the cable channel and I sat crossed-legged on the floor in front of his chair. I'd chosen the movie because I knew there was a really hot sex scene in it. When it came up, I leaned back against his legs, parting them so my head was almost resting in his lap. When he looked down, he had a perfect view of my quivering breasts and my stiff nipples. I'd pulled my gown up, put my hand between my legs and was fingering my pussy.
I guess when he saw that, he'd had too much. He pushed me forward and practically ran into the bathroom, slamming the door. I had to think fast. He wasn't about to dump all my hard work into the toilet. I went to the kitchen and flung my arm across the counter. Some pots and plastic glasses fell off, making an unholy racket. Then I dropped to the floor and started crying, "Ow! Owww!"
As easy as that. He came right out of the bathroom, oblivious to the fact that his cock was practically poking out of his shorts, ran into the kitchen and kneeled down in front of me. "Are you hurt?", he asked, breathless. "What happened?"
"I slipped on something," I cried, "and fell on my side. I think I'm okay." I moved my leg. "Ooh," I yelped.
He took my leg, one hand on my ankle, the other on my thigh. I stifled a gasp. He bent my leg at the knee. "Does that hurt?"
"No," I replied. "I don't think anything's broken, but I think I bruised my side." I pulled my nightgown up over my hip and flashed my bare bottom at him. "Does it look bruised?"
He started shaking. "Hh-uh, N-no," he gasped, "it looks f-fine." His fingers on my leg began to twitch.
"Good," I said. It's already feeling better. Here, help me up. I was getting us some ice cream." It was definitely time for dessert.
The rest of the evening went fine. By this time, when I led his drugged body into the bedroom, he held onto my hips for support, and his stiff cock brushed up against me. By the time we reached his bed, he'd have his hands cupping my ass and his rigid pole pressing hard against my belly. Either he was really out of it, or he'd stopped fighting the inevitable altogether. When I got him to his bed, though, he put up no resistance when I reluctantly pulled his hands from my body.
The crisis came on Friday. He called and said he was going to be late coming home. After work he was going to Dooley's for happy hour with a couple of co-workers. A female voice in the background told him to tell me not to wait up.
I cursed my stupidity. A suitable amount of time had passed since Margaret's death, and Tom was handsome enough. Of course, there'd be plenty of women who'd want him. As horny as Tom was, all a girl would have to do it look in his general direction, and he'd jump her. Damn it, after I worked so hard to prime the pump, I wasn't going to let some barren old slut suck it dry.
I put on a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a baggy T-shirt, put my hair in a ponytail and went down to Dooley's. I figured if I acted like a spoiled adolescent and make a nuisance of myself, I could drive away anyone who'd "take Daddy's attention from me". It would probably set me back in Tom's eyes quite a bit, but I'd just have to work harder tonight and tomorrow. Better that than losing him completely.
When I walked in, a man at the front door asked me what I wanted. I said I was looking for my daddy. He said that he'd be my daddy if I wanted. I guess I didn't look as young as I'd hoped. Or, maybe I did. I told him he was a pervert and to get lost.
As my eyes got accustomed to the dim light, I started looking for Tom. I finally found him in one of the darker corners, sitting at a table with some bleach-blonde bimbo. It looked like I was too late. They were clenched in a lip-lock and Tom had a fistful of tit while the woman kneaded away in his lap.That clueless cunt was going to pull him off! She had no idea what kind of a hair trigger he was on.
I resigned myself to the fact that no matter how I went about breaking it up, I was going to look bad, but I had to do something. Otherwise, this little bitch was going to end up in Tom's bed instead of me. Possibly forever.
As I started toward them, Tom's hand dropped to the table with a thud and as Miss Peroxide came up for air, Tom's head lolled backwards. He was asleep!
"Daddy?" I said.
"You Mister Sleepwalker's kid?", the bimbo snapped. "You better take him home. I feel sorry for a guy who can't hold his liquor. Jeeze, one beer and he passes out." She got up and straightened her skirt. "At least," she continued, looking down at his crotch, "I know I can arouse the dead. Too bad I couldn't keep the rest of him interested. Good luck getting him home, kid. I got other fish to fry." With that, she wiggled off to the bar.
I had the waitress get him a cup of coffee, then I woke him and made him drink it. He fell asleep again as I drove us home, too. Obviously, I'd given him too much of the tranquilizers. I only hoped he'd be alert tomorrow for my birthday.
When we got home, the first thing he said was, "Man, I'm beat. I'm going to bed." It wasn't even seven o'clock. It was much too early for him to be asleep. He might wake up too early, and throw off my schedule. Worse, he might masturbate while I wasn't looking.
"No you're not," I scolded, "You're going to eat something. That's why you're so tired. You sit in your chair, and I'll make you a sandwich."
When I came back with sandwiches and coffee (the real stuff, not decaf), he was snoozing. I looked at his pants, and the bulge was gone. It was the first time in days he didn't have an erection. I hoped I hadn't broken him. One way or another, though, I'd fix it.
I shook him awake. "Here," I said, "wake up and eat this. You'll feel better. Besides, there's good stuff on TV tonight."
"That's all I ever do anymore," he sighed, "sit around and watch TV."
"Tomorrow you're taking me out for my birthday, remember?There's a lot of stuff I want to do, so you might as well rest now because tomorrow I'm going to suck you dry." I smiled, knowing just how dry I suck him.
Since I couldn't resort to the pills if he got over-stimulated, I went easy on him. The only overt move I made was when we went to our rooms to change. I positioned myself in front of the mirror and, being sure he was watching, I undressed as slowly and as seductively as I dared.
First I pulled the T-shirt over my head, letting the fabric slide slowly over my breasts, then I unzipped my jeans and wriggled my hips to let them fall to the floor. While I stepped out of them, I undid the hooks of my bra and slowly let that slip off of me. I rubbed under each of my breasts, moving my hands up to caress my nipples, then I slid my palms down all my sides to my hips and slipped my thumbs under the elastic of my panties. I slowly slipped them off, lifting my legs to be sure the mirror reflected a good view of my lower lips. Then I sat on the bed facing the mirror and, closing my eyes, spread my legs and rubbed my pussy a bit before reaching over and slipping on the longest, thickest flannel nightgown I owned.
I got up and walked out into the hallway, seeing Tom sitting on his bed, breathing heavily. "C'mon. That movie's going to start. I'll make snacks."
I swear, I did nothing else to tease him, but he was still stiff all that night. He didn't even try to hide it anymore.Maybe he'd just gotten used to it.
But even after an entire week of teasing, he wasn't going make that first move. After seeing him in the clinch with the bimbo that afternoon, I didn't think it was because he was shy.Still, he made no attempt to satisfy his hunger he clearly had for me.
The closest he got was when I was bending over in front of the refrigerator, looking for a snack for us, and he came up behind me.I felt his cock press in tight between the cheeks of my bottom and I moaned aloud.
"Find what you were looking for?", he asked. He pushed his hips a bit, grinding it further in.
"O-Oh, yeah," I breathed. "I think so."
I was sure he was about to turn me around and carry me off to his bed then and there, but he suddenly pulled away. "Uh, well, that's good. B-bring it into the living room when you come." Then he went back and sat in his chair, shaking.
When he announced he was going to bed, I told him I was going, too. I sat on my bed pretending to read while I secretly watched him. The way the mirror was set up, the light from my bedside lamp reflected onto his bed, so I could see him even with his light off and, more importantly, he could see that I could see him. He tossed a bit, but soon he was snoring.
I thought about how the plan was going. I wasn't too worried about accomplishing my goal tomorrow night. I had one final ace in the hole.
The first thing I did the next morning was make a big breakfast for the two of us. We were both going to need our strength. I let Tom sleep in a bit, but he was a lot easier to wake than he'd been for the last week. "Gosh," he said as he was eating his eggs, "I'm feeling more alert than I have all week. It must be your cooking, birthday girl." I smiled.
After breakfast, we went to the mall. The idea was to find a dress to wear to my birthday dinner, but I took my time finding it. Along the way, I tried on quite a few other outfits. All the swimsuits I tried on were all too small. Of course, I wasn't sure, and I made Tom look at each and every one. Then there was the lingerie. I had to have Tom check if this one or that one was too see-through. Surprisingly enough, they all were. Tom's pants were bulging all day long.
I even talked Tom into buying new pajamas. White silk. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't talk him into trying them on for me. It was my only failure of the day.
Finally, I found a black strapless gown that fit me perfectly. I'd timed it perfectly, too, because it was time to get ready for dinner. We went home and changed, and I knew my day had been a success when I asked him to help me with the zipper in the back of my dress. I heard the catch in his throat when he saw I wasn't wearing a bra, and his hands wouldn't stop shaking.
At dinner, I started in for the kill. "You remember I told you I was seeing that psychologist?", I said.
He stopped trying to spear his peas with his fork, and looked up at me. "Uh-huh. Did you come to any conclusions?"
"Well, I told her about that last night at my mom's and how her boyfriend tried to rape me, and she said it wasn't at all unusual that I've reacted the way I have."
"The way you've reacted?", he asked, concerned.
"Uh-huh," I continued. "I didn't tell you, but I'd been having problems concentrating with my schoolwork. The psychologist thinks that it's because of that night. The good thing is that I'd already started to deal with it before I even saw her."
"Well, you're a very bright girl," he said.
"We decided that there's only one more thing I need to do to get rid of the problem." I lifted a forkful of rice to my lips. "So it's pretty much solved."
He waited, expecting me to continue. When I didn't, he asked, "So, what do you still have to do?"
I held my finger in the air as I swallowed the rice. I looked around, as if it was too much of a secret to mention in a crowded restaurant. "Not here. I'll tell you later, when we go home. Let's just say it's a birthday gift to myself."
He shrugged. "Okay, whatever. But speaking of birthday gifts, this is for you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little gift-wrapped box.
"What's this?," I asked.
"What do you think?", he replied.
Oh, Tom, you've already given me this dress and that bikini and that slinky nightgown and you've taken me out to dinner. This is too much!"
"Just open the box."
I tore the wrapping and opened the box. In it was a gold pendant in the shape of a heart. "Oh, Tom, it's beautiful!"
"That's to remind you that, no matter where you go or how old you get, you'll always have my heart."
I started to cry. "T-that's so sweet." I kissed him full on the lips. I felt him start to lean in and then, as if it was an extreme effort, he pulled away.
"I-I just want you to remember how I feel is all," he muttered.
"Tom, I'll always remember."
I was practically trembling with anticipation on the drive home. "So tell me," Tom asked as we pulled into the garage, "what are you going to do with the rest of the evening? The night's still young. Do your friends have anything planned for you?"
"Well", I told him as I got out of the car, "a couple of friends from church did ask if I wanted to do something, but I told them that I just wanted to stay home. I know you've been kind of under the weather, so I got a surprise for myself."
"A surprise for yourself? Some trick. How's it done?" Tom asked as we walked through the front door.
"You'll see," I grinned, closing the door behind me. "Follow me." I went into the kitchen, took a box out of the cupboard and put it on the counter, then I turned my back to him. "Unzip me?"
"Sure," he said, and pulled the zipper down, past my waist. I hoped he noticed that I hadn't been wearing panties. "Uh, did anyone ever tell you have a pretty, uh, neck?"
"No, I don't think anyone ever has." He noticed. "Now I'm going to change, and I want you to get changed and then fix what's in the box. The candles are there in the drawer." As I talked I held the strapless dress up with my arm.
He opened the box. "Ah, whipped cream icing," Tom said sweetly, "my favorite." He took a swipe of it with his finger.
"Uh-uh. No fair stealing a taste before the birthday girl." With my free arm, I grabbed his hand, popped his finger into my mouth and started sucking on it. Between this and the dress beginning to slip from my grasp, it had an immediate effect. His pants were once again bulging. "Mmm, that's nice," I said, letting his finger go. "You're going to love it."
"I already do," he said.
I changed into the negligee I got that afternoon. It was practically translucent, and I decided to pull out all the stops and not put on anything underneath. I made sure to change away from the view of the mirror, so he'd get the full effect all at once when I walked in. I waited until he called me.
"Hey, birthday girl! Better get in here before your cake's all covered with wax!"
When I went into the living room, the lights were off and Tom, wearing his new pajamas, was holding the glowing cake. He almost dropped it when I walked in, and his shorts tented immediately.
"Oh," I said, feigning surprise, "is that for me?" I came up next to him and hugged him, pressing my breasts tight against him. The candles flickered from his shaking hands. "It's so pretty."
I blew out the candles and the room was lit only by the dim lights outside. I took the cake from his hands and put it on the coffee table next to us. Then I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, crushing myself to him, his stiff cock flush against my pussy.
He started to pull away, but I wouldn't let him, and suddenly he gave up fighting. His arms came up around me and held me tight. His lips parted, his tongue met mine and we hungrily explored each others mouths as our hands explored each others bodies.
We stood together in the darkness, holding each other, kissing each other, loving each other. As his tongue probed deeper, he began to moan into my mouth, meeting the cries I'd been breathing into his.
Finally we pulled apart. "I-I can't do this," Tom said breathlessly, "it's wrong, it's--"
"Tom", I said, holding him tightly, "remember what I was saying about the psychologist and the solution to my problem? She told me that once someone I loved and trusted made love to me, all the remaining fears from that night would be gone. There's no one in the world I love and trust more than you, Tom." I looked up into his eyes. "Please, Tom. Make love to me. I want you so badly. I've always wanted you."
He looked down at me. "Oh, love. You can't know how much I've wanted you. Over the past week, you've filled my dreams. But we can't--"
"No, Tom. There's no reason. I'm not your daughter. I'm a woman, Tom, with a woman's needs. And you're the only man that can fill my needs. Make love to me, Tom. Please, fill my needs. I need you so badly." I pulled him down and kissed him again, my tongue filling his mouth. I ground my hips into his and he moaned again and held me tighter.
After an exquisite eternity, he pulled away, "I-I'm not, uh, prepared--"
"Ssh." I put my finger to his lips. "I told you I'd already started to deal with it. I'm on the pill," I lied.
At that, he lifted me into his arms and, kissing me deeply, carried me down the hall and into his bedroom. He placed me gently on his bed and laid down next to me.
I lay there with my arms raised and ready to take him as he stood next to the bed, his eyes fixed on my body. The flimsy material I wore hid nothing as his gaze fluttered across my breasts, then fell lower across my stomach to rest just below my thick hair that covered my pubic mound. Under the stabbing heat of his stare, my knees rose and parted on their own and my hips began to rock upward. I felt my thighs awash in the moistness flowing out of me.
His fingers slipped under the waistband of his shorts and he slowly pulled them down, His cock sprang free, jutting stiffly out from below his belly. I reached up and wrapped my hand around it, the first time I'd done so while he was awake, and he moaned as I ran my fingers along it's length and cupped the tight, full sack at it's base.
I instinctively clutched at the fullness in my palm, drawing it to me and raised myself up from the bed. I brought my mouth to his twitching cock and, flicking my tongue, licked the pearl of moisture seeping from the velvet head, then nipped it with my lips. I sucked the knob into my mouth and softly nursed at it.
"Oh, my," he moaned, "Ohoh, ahh--," and his whole body began shivering. He reached out, took my face in his hands and stroked my cheeks with his fingers. "I can't-Oh, my, I--Wait, wait." He gently pulled himself out of my mouth, placed his hands on my shoulders and rested me back against the mattress.
I looked up at him questioningly. He said, "Love, if you keep that up, I'm going to blow before we begin. Here. Let me." Balancing himself with his knee on the edge of the bed, he bent and took my excited nipple between his lips. My back arched up as his tongue spread pleasure down into me.
"Oh, yes," I cried, "it's so good. Feels so--" His magic mouth nibbled across my chest to my other breast and he sucked and nipped at my other nipple. I reached up and pressed his head closer, crushing him into my breast.
I felt his knees pressing against my thighs as his body moved onto the bed, onto me, his chest hair brushing against my stomach, his swollen cock pushing against my leg, as his mouth continued to caress my breasts. Then he released my fluttering nipples and his consuming lips began to travel down my body onto my belly and into the curly hair below. My hips began to beat against the mattress.
He nipped at my thighs and up and around my dripping pussy, lapping at the wetness. My hips writhed at his teasing tongue, trying to get it at the aching itch between my legs. "Oh, God, please, please--" Finally, his tongue slowly slipped up the length of my pussy lips and I moaned loudly. My hips thrust sharply upward and I entwined my fingers into his hair as I pulled his head deeper between my thighs.
His tongue began to dart up and down within the furrow, each gliding thrust pushing deeper into my pussy, aided by my spiking hops. With each upward lick, he nipped at my clitoris, bringing me to uncontrollable moaning. Suddenly he began sucking full on my clit, and it took me over the edge. My body went into spasms as the rush of the orgasm washed over me. My pussy tightened and contracted upon his tongue, flooding with my release, which he greedily sucked from me, driving me into yet another wave of pleasure.
"Oh, God," I screamed over and over, "It doesn't end! It doesn't end!" I wrapped my legs around his neck and practically crushed him with my thighs as his insatiable mouth gulped at my pussy. His hands alternately kneaded my bucking pussy mound, then slid up to squeeze and caress my breasts. Over and over the waves battered within me.
As I crested over the top of yet another orgasm, Tom pulled his head up to look into my face, twisted in throes of orgasmic ecstasy. He smiled. I clutched at him, pulling him up onto me. "Oh God," I cried, "It's so good, so good. I need you in me. Take me, Tom. Take me now!"
He pressed his weight down upon me. My breasts crushed against his chest and I thrilled at the feeling of his skin against mine, his belly pressing against my belly, the hairs of his legs brushing roughly against the softness of my thighs, his twitching cock pulsing against my rutting pussy.
He raised himself up and his cock slid up between my pussy lips. He shifted his hips and the head of his cock nestled itself between the folds, poised at the entrance. My breath caught in my throat. As we stared into each other's eyes, he pressed down and I felt the broad tip pushing in, stretching apart the folds, tearing me apart. Even as wet as I was, I wasn't prepared for the immensity forcing itself up into me, and I cried out at his entry.
His brow knotted. "Love, are you a virgin?"
I whispered, "Yes, Tom. You're the first. Come inside me, Tom. Take me. Fill me. Make love to me."
"I'll be gentle as I can be," Tom said. He pulled back and I felt the fullness ease.
"No, Tom," I cried, and I grabbed his buttocks and pulled him tightly into me. His cock drove quickly down and again I cried as the thick head drove further into me.
I goaded him to press further and with a loud grunt, he reared back and hammered his hips down. I shrieked as I felt the massive thickness rupture my hymen and bury itself deep within me. Instantly, my arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him tight to me.
He held himself deep inside me. "So tight," he moaned, "so warm, so tight."
"So full," I gasped into his neck, "you're so full in me." I felt my pussy spasming against the pulsing thickness suddenly filling me. The spasms ignited another roll of orgasmic waves that flashed through me. "Oh God, Tom, I-I-m comingI'm coming againI-"
"Yes, love, I know," he breathed, "I can feel your pussy gripping me tight inside you. It feels good, love, oh God it feels so good." With a grunt, he pushed even deeper into me, then he pulled back and plunged in again, making me cry out with pleasure.
As he began to thrust in and out, my hips rose to meet each jab, pulling him as deeply into me as I could. This made him stab even faster and deeper, and soon we were violently hammering at each other in perfect rhythm, both of us delirious in ecstasy, with only one purpose, to drive his potent seed into my yielding womb.
Soon Tom's grunts became more and more urgent. "Oh, God, love, I-it's so-I can't--" His thrusting became sharper and more intense and I knew he was on the edge.
"Oh, yes, Tom," I screamed, "do it! Do it! Come inside me, fill me with your seed! Drive it deep into me, deeper, Tom, deeper! Fill me, fill me, come in me, do it, do it! Fill me, do it now!"
His cock suddenly expanded and then with a fierce upward jerk it erupted, blasting a massive gush of seed deep into me with such force that I cried out at the shock! Howling in release, he fired jet after jet of his sperm into me, his pumping hips driving it even deeper, forcing it into my fertile womb where the egg I knew was waiting for impregnation.
Over and over his cock spasmed, spurting more and more of his seed into me and I felt it coursing through me, filling me to overflowing. My thighs were drenched with his abundance streaming out of me, pooling underneath us. My body convulsed as the waves of bliss that swept through me.
The pulsing of his cock began to ebb and his piercings started to come farther apart, though still sharp and intense, along with his cries. Then with one last bellow, he collapsed onto my breast, gasping for breath, his hips still rutting, his softening cock still rocking within me.
We laid there, joined together in his bed, my arms and legs still entwined around him, my head nestled in the hollow of his neck, his soft cock still within my pussy, his belly tight against mine. My belly, in which I knew the seed he'd planted was even now growing.I felt his heartbeat beating against my breast, and I thrilled knowing that his child's heart would be beating inside me soon.
We fell asleep in each other's arms. I was awoken the next morning by his caressing lips upon my breasts. We spent all that day making love. Margaret was a very lucky woman. Tom is an inexhaustible lover. He spasmed his seed into me almost a dozen times that day. I told you: he was a good man.
After about a month of intense lovemaking, Tom realized that I was carrying his child. Tom's no fool. He confronted me with it when he noticed that I hadn't gotten my period. Between that and the fact that he never saw any birth-control pills, it was a foregone conclusion for him. He wasn't too mad. He just wished that he'd known we were conceiving a child when it happened.
We were married not long after. That raised a few eyebrows at his office, but he says that because they're jealous. Little Betty was born just seven months after the wedding, which raised more eyebrows, but we really don't care.
I've become a real baby-making machine, because less than two months after Betty was born, I was pregnant again. This time we're hoping for a boy.