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The second time it happens Crystal is 18 years old and her mother has just died.
She’s been traveling for almost a year now, her night at the tavern and the year she spent at the brothel a far away memory. She has visited so many places in the last year and she has seen so many amazing things. This, this is what she has always wanted.
This freedom.
It was worth it, it was worth her first year of complete fuck ups.
She’s now making her way to a remote location that, according to legend, houses an incredible lake full of the most wonderful flowers anyone has ever seen. She stops at a local village before to gather supplies and gather intel about the journey. It’s close to the town that she grew up in, but Crystal is still a bit reluctant to step foot on that place again. So, this village is better.
That’s where she meets him again.
Her father.
He looks different than the man she remembers. His beard is full, his eyes the same striking blue, and his hair is curly and streaked in silver. If he wasn’t her father, Crystal would have said he aged like fine wine.
He recognizes her from across the road and she can’t just leave without at least saying hello. When she approaches she notices August looks exhausted, deep dark circles around his bright blue eyes.
She asks what happened before she can even process the words and he answers sadly that his wife passed away a couple months ago. His wife. Crystal’s mother.
Crystal’s mother is dead.
She’s sure there is a proper way to respond to such a loss, maybe cry and scream and bite, but Crystal feels no need for any of that. Her mother was a terrible person. Always punishing Crystal for no reason. Cruel beyond belief, and August always stood by and let his wife treat their only child like garbage.
So, Crystal doesn’t really feel anything when her father shares the tragic news.
Still, she’s at least nice enough to offer her condolences and ask if there is anything she can do. To her surprise, August just asks her out for a drink. Crystal, low on money for buying something as expensive as alcohol, agrees at once.
*******
They find a bar and soon enough August makes himself at home in one of the corner tables, hidden from most by a low-light. Her father asks for a bottle of expensive looking whiskey, and Crystal can’t help but miss a time in her life when she also lived in luxury from her parents’ wealth.
The whisky arrives and August immediately takes a shot, drowning his sorrows. Crystal joins him, less because of any grief, and more because it is really good whiskey.
She was never close to her mother. The woman was always either cruel or cold towards her only daughter. Her aunts had whispered in the empty halls of Crystal childhood that her mother was jealous of Crystal’s beauty. It certainly could be an explanation as to why she was always treated so badly.
August, on the other hand, was never cruel to her, just cold and distant. They didn’t know each other that well, if Crystal had to be honest with herself. Did it give her some issues? Of course. Was it perhaps part of the reason she was so eager to let a man her dad’s age take her virginity? Maybe. But she was unwilling to examine this sitting not even 2 feet from the man.
Crystal’s father had always looked sexy, big and hairy and with muscles corded through his entire body. He always worked with his hands, which made his big hands calloused and his arms tanned and muscled. She stops that line of inappropriate thought when August turns to look at her with his sad eyes.
“You look nothing like her,” he smiles sadly.
“I know,” Crystal takes another sip. The only thing she got from her mother was her small stature and size. Everything else, from the color of her hair to the shape of her nose, came from August.
“She treated you badly,” it’s not a question, but Crystal still answers.
“She did.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t protect you,” he sounds earnest and it makes Crystal feel strange.
“Wasn’t your fault,” she says, even though it was. Because it was his job to protect and take care of her.
“I haven’t loved her for years now, you know? Since before you left,” he takes another drink of his whiskey and looks at her from over the rim of the glass. His eyes are dark and there’s something in them that makes Crystal feel excited and dirty.
“Why did you stay with her then?” She spreads her legs a little bit and clocks the way her father’s eyes flicker to her bare thighs.
“I couldn’t leave her. Didn’t seem fair,” he looks away, avoiding Crystal’s eyes as much as possible.
She takes another sip.
“And now she’s left you.”
August snorts, “guess she did.”
They drink more in only slightly awkward silence.
“You know, the worst part of it is the house now,” August confesses after some time. “I have to organize everything, throw out her stuff to start fresh, but there’s just so much.”
Crystal knows an invitation when she hears one, but she hates deciding things when tipsy, so instead she downs the last of her whiskey and tells her father.
“Ask me again tomorrow, when I’m sober.”
He nods once, and goes back to his own drinking.
*******
She agrees to go back home with him to help after all. It’s the least she can do after all.
Since their home town is close by and it only takes two very awkward days of travelling until they make it back to the place that Crystal had promised to never to step foot in again.
The house looks the same. Same old wooden floors and fancy furniture and the same indulgences that only money can buy. Crystal immediately beelines for the bathroom and spends an hour taking a very fancy and desperately needed bath. Gods, she’d forgotten what it was like to live in luxury.
She puts on some thin pajamas to counteract the warm weather and steps into the living room, only to find her father slumped on the couch, an open bottle of wine in front of him. August makes eye contact with Crystal and gestures towards the wine.
She ends up with a glass of her own, nursing some very expensive wine and sitting on the couch, side by side with her half-drunk father.
They drink in companionable silence for a while and Crystal starts to feel heavy with liquor and hot all over. Her hand drifts absent-mindedly to her pussy, just rubbing the lips over her clothes. She always gets unbearably horny when she gets tipsy, and she never has any qualms with touching herself whenever she wants to.
That year in the brothel really made her more brazen than most women her age.
There’s a deep groan to her side and Crystal’s head lulls to the side. She makes eye-contact with her father, his eyes laser focused on her with a hunger that she’s never seen before.
His eyes slide down her body, making their way past the swell of her breasts and down to where her fingers play with her clit through the flimsy barrier of her nightshorts.
She shamefully does the same, letting her gaze go down his hairy muscled chest, down to his slight beer gut and down down down to where.
Oh fuck.
At some point August pulled his cock out of his pants and is now stroking that delicious looking member in his big hands.
Crystal’s mouth waters.
This is so wrong.
This is her father . This is her father’s cock she’s drooling over.
That’s what he used to fuck Crystal’s mom over 18 years ago with the creampie that resulted in her.
She should get up and leave. She should stop this before it goes any further. She shouldn’t circle her clit even faster. She shouldn’t reach over the couch and wrap her own free hand around her father’s cock. But that’s exactly what she does.
August moans when her slender fingers close around his manhood, and he lets go, letting Crystal take full advantage of the space. She can’t resist it, her father’s cock just feels so heavy and hot in her hands. She can’t even fully encircle it. She wants it in her mouth.
Maybe if she had been more sober she would have made a different choice, but with her head swimming with so many emotions all she can do is lean over and lick a strip from the base to the tip of her father’s heavy cock. He tastes musky and rich and she moans at having some cock in her mouth after so long.
She doesn’t even hesitate before popping the crown between her lips and sucking greedily. August groans loudly at that, tangling a hand in her hair and using to push her down onto his cock. She gladly goes further, relaxing her throat and letting that glorious length shove all the way inside.
Her father is big and thick. Her jaw aches from having to open so much, but she didn’t work in a brothel for a year for nothing. Crystal immediately starts bobbing up and down, using her hand to help pump the couple of inches that stay out of her mouth.
August moans and groans above her, using the grip he has on her hair to direct her to sucking better and deeper. She’s growing dizzy with it, intoxicated by the taste of her father’s precum sliding down her throat. She swallows repeatedly, unwilling to let his precum drip out of her mouth. She wants it all inside her.
“Baby, that’s enough,” her father whines and pulls her away from his cock. Crystal whines at the loss, licking the remaining precum from his tip. “Fuck, you’re such a good slut, c’mere,” he gestures to his flushed cock, angry red and shiny with spit.
Crystal doesn’t even hesitate before flinging her sleep shorts and underwear to the other side of the room and climbing on her dad’s lap. Maybe she should take an extra second to reconsider and remember that this was exactly the same lapse in judgment that had landed her knocked up 2 years ago, but right now her father’s cock just looks so hard and delicious and she’s so horny.
Her bare pussy lips make contact with August’s cock and Crystal moans, loving the feel of real bare cock against her pulsing core. She wants it inside her so bad.
It takes a bit of shimming, but soon the head pops inside, stretching her in the most satisfying of ways. August’s hands immediately fly to her waist and tug her down, impatiently impaling her to the root.
Crystal yelps from the sudden intrusion, before melting into the wonderful stretch of having something inside her walls. It’s been so long since she’s let someone do this to her, too afraid of the possible consequences. But right now her father’s got her, and nothing bad could ever happen when she’s impaled in the most delicious cock she’s ever taken. He’s hard and heavy inside her, big enough to hit all of her sweet spots at once.
August bucks up once and the tip of his cock smashes against Crystal cervix deliciously. The girl can’t help but moan loudly and grind her hips closer, ever so slowly riding the dick stirring up her insides.
She gyrates her hips, assisted by her father’s hands on his hips and each new angle his cock hits inside of her sensitive walls is a new level of euphoria.
“Fuck, you feel so good, oh, oh, you feel so good , daddy” Crystal babbles, trying to get the angle right so the tip of her father’s cock always hits at that wonderful bundle of nerves in the back of her pussy.
At the last word, August throbs deep inside her and it feels so incredible that Crystal throws her arms around her father’s shoulders and leans forward to whisper more filth in his ear.
“You like that, daddy? Like when I call you daddy? You’re so fucked up, you know? Balls deep in your baby girl and throbbing because she’s your daughter.” Her words have an immediate effect because the hands on her waist tighten and he thrusts up with more strength, forcing her to bounce on the cock that made her. It’s such a filthy thought. That the cock currently sitting inside her is the same one that made her. That the man stirring up her insides and dragging his heavy crown right on her sweet spot is the same one that held her when she was born, small enough to fit in his hands.
Right now those same hands grab her hips and help drag her up and down his cock, each drag more delicious than the last.
“Always knew you were meant for this, you know?” August groans, one hand moving up to massage her breast. His hands are so rough and strong and Crystal can’t help but moan when he pinches one of her nipples.
“Harder, dad please,” she whines prettily and bucks even more, trying to get his cock even deeper inside of her, smearing his precum against the hard mouth of her cervix.
It’s so filthy, having him so close to her womb. The most secret place in her body. There’s only ever been one person in her womb, her baby that she had to give away years ago. The same baby that she got by bouncing on some stranger old enough to be her father. Handsome enough to be her father. God, maybe she was always meant to be here at the end of the day. On her father’s cock. Maybe she was born for this.
“I’ve been wanting to do this ever since you were a teenager, did you know?” August sucks a bruise into the pale column of her throat, working at it with his sharp teeth. “Did you want me too babygirl? Tell me you wanted daddy’s cock.”
Crystal moans and wraps her arms around her father’s neck, pressing her tits against his hairy chest and feeling the way the texture stimulates her.
“Yes,” she lies, because she’s never thought of her father like this before. But now that she has his cock inside her she can’t help but wish she’d done this sooner. Maybe then she would have never left home, never let another man into her pussy, never had to give birth to a stranger’s baby and spend months of her life working as a whore. Maybe her first baby could have belonged to her father. They could have been a family then.
The thought sends her to the brink of an orgasm and she rides him even harder, desperate to feel that warm splash of cum deep inside her, right up against her womb. In that small and insane part of her brain, she hopes it’ll take. She hopes she gets to swell with life that her own father put inside her. Give birth to a baby that she will get to keep, not only as a son or daughter this time, but also as a brother or a sister.
“I should have done this sooner, should have had you on my cock as soon as you were old enough,” August detaches his mouth from Crystal’s neck and places a chaste kiss on her cheek. It’s too soft for the filth they are currently engaging in.
“Yes, daddy!” Crystal whines, “I would have let you. Would have begged you to fuck me with your huge cock every single day. Was made for sitting on your cock.”
“I’m gonna cum,” August warns her, better than most of the men she’s spread her legs for. “Shit, I’m gonna cum, baby. Let me cum inside you. Please, let me cum inside you,” he begs so pretty. “Let me breed you, babygirl.”
And maybe this is a terrible idea. Crystal knows the consequences of letting a man nut inside her better than anyone. But his cock just feels so good and she’s so close already. Besides, her father is so old by now, surely his swimmers aren’t as potent as before, and the idea of having her own father’s cum inside her pussy is so hot she can feel herself almost orgasming just by thinking of it.
“Yes dad, breed me! Please cum inside me. Fuck me full!” She screams, and he grabs her hair, dragging her into a filthy kiss. They haven’t done that yet. Somehow, it makes everything a hundred times dirtier and more delicious. Her father’s tongue slips into her mouth and his cock pushes deep inside her and Crystal orgasms.
She screams into the open-mouthed kiss and spasms around August. He fucks her through her orgasm, licking into her mouth with gusto and then hurries to shove himself as deep as he possibly can before groaning and emptying his balls into her softened pussy.
Crystal doesn’t care about a single consequence as she milks his cock dry, clenching tight to keep any semen from leaking out.
Her father kisses her softly as they both come down, his lips chapped and rough against hers. He runs his tongue over her lips, licks up against her tongue and lets her suck on his like a pacifier.
They kiss and kiss until August grows soft and slips out of Crystal’s well fucked hole. A river of cum pours out of her once she’s empty and she cringes. Her father notices her displeasure and reaches down, stuffing two thick fingers inside her pussy to keep the cum inside.
“We need a shower now,” Crystal laughs and pecks her father on the lips.
August hums and pulls his daughter for another kiss, a proper one this time. Crystal head spins every time she gets to taste his lips. She’s becoming addicted to it. Soon, she’ll start craving it like air.
“I’ll start the water,” he removes his fingers from her pussy.
Before he can wipe them on the couch pillows, Crystal brings his digits up to her mouth and sticks them into her mouth, tasting the salty bitterness of his cum and her own slick. She swirls her tongue around the fingers in her mouth, treasuring the taste of both of them together, how well their flavours mix.
August groans, shoving his fingers deeper inside her mouth, almost throat fucking her with how long and thick he is.
“I truly raised a little slut, didn’t I?” He muses.
Crystal doesn’t have the heart to tell him that she raised herself to be a slut. That she actually was a slut for months as the baby of a stranger grew inside her belly.
She pops her father’s fingers out of her mouth and crawls forward for one last filthy kiss, before getting up and tossing her hair in that way she knows men love.
“Can’t help it dad, your dick is so good ,” she pouts, hoping he’ll like the act.
She’s rewarded with August standing up too and dragging her into his arms, palming her ass and kissing her again. She’s growing to really love her daddy’s kisses. Who would have thought he was such a good kisser.
“How about we shower together, babygirl?” Her father asks in between kisses, barely detaching his lips from hers.
Crystal smiles and winds her arms around his neck, tilting her head up so she can kiss him better.
“Carry me?”
August smirks before hoisting her up the hips and slotting her on his hips. Her soft pussylips brushing right up against his limp dick.
She kisses him all the way to the bathroom.
*******
They end up fucking in the shower too.
*******
Crystal wakes up with a warm body next to her and a deep aching soreness in her pussy. Her head hurts a little bit from the drinks, but for the most part she’s fine. There’s a part of her that wishes she could say she was more drunk last night. That she could blame alcohol for taking her father’s dick raw, first in the living room, then in the shower, then one last time in her parent’s old bedroom.
This is where she finds herself now, laying down on her mother’s side of the bed, naked and dripping with cum that her own father put inside her. It’s a sickening thought, but somehow it doesn’t bother Crystal at all. If anything, she feels better now than she did before, like claiming her role as her father’s cumdump was all she needed to heal all the hurt her parents gave her when she was younger.
Her father must have one hell of a healing cock if all it took was having it inside her for so many years of neglect and abuse to be completely forgotten.
Rustling from the other side of the bed lets her know that her father is awake. He stiffens up as he realises the position they’re in and slowly detangles himself from Crystal. She’s left feeling very cold as he leaves the bed and starts picking up his clothes from where they left them on the floor and putting them back on.
Crystal can appreciate a good specimen of a man when she sees one and holy fuck her father is hot . Tall, strong, thick, with coarse hair all over. He looks good enough to eat as he bends over to step into his pants.
August doesn’t look at her even once. Crystal half expected this. Men like her father aren’t good at mornings after. They’re so honest with their desires when balls deep in a warm pussy, but suddenly when the woman they filled with cum is sleep-warm and in their bed they just don’t know what to do.
Crystal watches as her father finishes dressing up and leaves the bedroom hurriedly. Was she hoping for a round of morning sex? Yes. Will she make due without it? Also yes. She’s a professional after all. She knows how to stave off her own horniness.
So, Crystal drags herself out of bed and shuffles to the bathroom. Her clothes were all abandoned in the living room, so she’ll have to venture out naked to retrieve them. Which, of course, she doesn’t mind. It’s not like her father hasn’t seen everything at this point.
She crouches over the toilet and shoves two fingers inside herself, trying to scoop out as much leftover cum as possible. It plops down into the toilet bowl and once Crystal is fairly sure she’s mostly clean, she flushes, washes her hands, freshens up and struts outside.
Her father instinctively looks at her as she comes into the living room, but immediately averts his gaze when he sees she’s naked. Crystal pays him no mind and picks her discarded clothes off the floor, putting them back on. Everything but the bra, because her tits are sore from her father sucking on them last night.
Once she’s done and mostly presentable, August offers her a plate with fried eggs, bacon, two thick slices of cheese and a chunk of hearty walnut bread.
“Eat,” he commands, and says nothing else.
Crystal can take a hint. August clearly wants to pretend last night didn’t happen. That’s just fine by Crystal. She’s gotten to taste her father’s cock and she knows what it feels like to have it inside her. She would love to have a repeat of last night, but she can also live without.
“Thanks,” she takes the plate and starts eating.
They eat in companionable silence and when both plates are empty, August clears his throat once and awkwardly rubs the back of his neck.
“So, how long are you planning on staying?”
Crystal hums thoughtfully. She really doesn’t want to stay too long, but there are some things that she did promise to help her father with before they both went and fucked each other, and it would be rude to just bail on her promises.
“I’m thinking two or three weeks, that’s more than enough time to help you with cleaning out mom’s stuff and organizing the house,” Crystal can’t help but notice how her father’s eyes go dark as he watches the way she licks her spoon clean. No doubt he’s remembering what her tongue felt like wrapped around his dick.
“One week is enough,” he clears his throat again and takes their plates to clean.
Crystal watches as he walks away, staring at his ass and wishing she could slap it.
*******
In the end, it takes three weeks to finish cleaning up the house.
August and Crystal work in silence most of the time. Crystal tries not to oggle her father, and August tries to pretend he doesn’t get hard multiple times a day just by having Crystal near. As much as she wants something to happen, her father seems skittish and nervous, so Crystal doesn’t push and just keeps on cleaning and organizing.
It’s as they’re going through the stuff in the back of the attic that Crystal stumbles across something that makes her stop. Tucked right in the back of the attic, covered in cobwebs and dust, is Crystal’s old bassinet. The bassinet brings more memories than she would like. Memories of watching as her own stomach swelled up, feeling tiny feet kicking inside her, the horrible pain of childbirth and the weight of a newborn in her young arms.
Crystal very nearly doesn’t avoid throwing up. Which she’s been doing a lot lately. Because she’s been really nauseous these last couple of days. And not just that, but her boobs have been more sore too. And she’s been so tired.
All things that could be explained by her waking up early every single day to help her father clean the house. By the stress of her mother leaving. By the fact that she is to get her period soon and hormones always make her act up.
Except that bassinet brings forth memories that she tried to bury for years now. Except she rode her father’s raw dick three weeks ago and let him cum inside her. Except she didn’t do a single thing to keep any potential seed from taking even after spreading her legs to her father of all people.
Crystal rushes out of the attic like she’s seen a ghost. Luckily, August is busy on the other side of the house and doesn’t see his daughter fleeing the house. She takes the first horse she sees, she thinks August said her name was Florinda or something like that, and rides her all the way into town.
It’s not hard to find a midwife, Crystal grew up here and knows every single shop around these streets. The woman is sweet and round, with a soothing voice and she doesn’t even blink when Crystal desperately asks for her to check if she’s pregnant. Like before, the pregnancy test is quick, and, like before, it comes back positive.
Crystal wants to scream.
What is it with her and getting pregnant every time she takes cock?
The woman reads the lines of despair on her face and tells Crystal she has options. Crystal doesn’t have to think much before deciding to abort. The woman gives her some herbs and tells her to take them for three days, every single morning, before sending her on her way.
The ride back to her father’s house is calmer. Despite not wanting to keep the baby, Crystal is still reluctant to ride too fast and risk jostling them too much.
When she arrives August is waiting for her on the porch, a concerned twist to his brow. Well fuck, that’s another question isn’t it? Does she tell the father, or not? The father of her baby. Who is also her own father. This whole situation is so messed up. So much for believing her father was too old to knock her up.
“Where were you?” August asks, a concerned pinch to his brow.
“Went into town,” Crystal shrugs and walks past him and into the house.
He hums, and follows her, closer than he’s been since that night three weeks ago. That wonderful and terrible night.
“Is everything okay? Need anything? I know everyone in town, if there’s anything you need, I'm sure they’d help.” And oh fuck, she’s definitely going to have to tell him, isn’t she? There’s no way her father won’t learn from the midwife that she’s pregnant. And from there it won’t take a genius to figure out who the father is.
“I got what I needed, thanks,” she waves a little bag of herbs at him and steels herself for this conversation. It won’t be pretty.
“Herbs? For what?” He takes them and inspects the bag, wrinkling his nose at the pungent smell.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Courage now, Crystal.
“For an abortion,” she shrugs and tries to seem nonchalant. “Because I’m pregnant.”
August freezes, still holding the little bag in his big hands. He stares at her like he’s seen a ghost. His eyes bulge out and a very faint blush starts spreading across his high cheekbones.
“It’s yours,” she says after an awkward pause, because somehow she needs him to know that. She needs him to understand the situation properly.
“You’re pregnant,” he says and Crystal recognizes that tone. Her father is in awe.
Oh, hell no.
“You’re happy?” She screeches, snatching the bag away from him. “Are you sick? You’re my father and I’m pregnant with your child, and you’re happy?”
August frowns and snatches her wrist, holding it tight.
“You speak as if you weren’t the one that came onto me first. Like you weren’t begging me to cum inside you.”
“I wanted your cum, not your baby,” Crystal argues, even when she knows that in the moment, she did want his baby too. “I can’t have your child! This is crazy.”
“Crystal,” August says, and there’s an edge of desperation there, “I beg of you, please don’t kill our baby.”
August collapses onto the floor, kneeling in front of Crystal like she’s his Goddess and he’s begging for mercy.
“I know I did wrong by you. I never protected you from your mother. I let her abuse you and treat you horribly. But I have always wanted children, I have always dreamed of having more kids after you, but your mother never could. Please don’t take this chance of me being a father again from me,” he begs, dragging her closer by the wrist and resting his forehead against her lower belly.
“You’re insane,” Crystal chokes, “why don’t you find another woman to have your babies then? You clearly still can knock us up.”
“Crystal, please. What if this was my last chance? What if I never manage to impregnate anyone ever again? What if this baby,” August brings a hand up to softly caress her stomach and the life growing within, “ our baby , is my last chance at being a good father?”
Crystal can’t believe what she’s hearing. She can’t believe her father is here, begging on his knees for her to give him a chance at being a better father. He should have been a better father for her , not for their child.
“You couldn’t even be a good dad to me, you literally fucked me the first chance you got. All it took was my lips around your cock and you folded. Do you think you could ever be a good father like that?” Crystal scoffs, but she also uses her free hand to softly comb through her father’s hair as he nuzzles against her belly.
August whimpers and presses himself harder against her.
“We will both be terrible parents, dad. It is better to free this child before they’re born,” Crystal remembers the squirming lump of flesh that she pushed out of her vagina years ago. The contempt she felt for her first born. The son that stole so much from her. She can’t be a good mother. She won’t.
“You don’t have to be their mother,” August looks up at her, his big blue eyes shining with tears and full of desperate hope. “You just have to carry them to term, give birth and leave them with me. I will never tell them the truth. I’ll be their father alone and you can go on and continue living your adventures, completely free of us.”
Crystal is still unsure. Seems like an awful lot of work for something that only her father wants. The first time, she didn’t have a choice. But now she does. She can still abort and be out of there in the next 5 days, free to live her life the way she’s been wanting to ever since she was a child.
“I’ll even pay you!” August says, “consider it being a surrogate instead of a mother. I’ll take care of you for the next 9 months, pay you for all your hard work and then you can leave us richer and freer than ever.”
This does give Crystal pause. Money has been tight ever since she’s left home. Her brief stay at the brothel after her son was born gave her some extra coin, but for the most part she’s been living with barely enough money to survive. If her father could actually give her money to birth their child, maybe this can all be worth it.
“I want 10,000 golden coins,” Crystal says, enough to keep her travelling for years to come. “And you will take care of everything during the pregnancy and never tell a single soul of the truth, especially not the child.”
“Deal!” Her father scrambles up and sweeps Crystal into a hug. “Oh, thank you, Crystal. You won’t regret this.”
Crystal lets herself be held as long as he wants, already softening up to the idea of carrying this man’s child, despite all of the complications.
*******
Crystal was so happy to be out of the third trimester. No more morning sickness, no more constant exhaustion, now all that she had to worry about was getting up to pee every 5 minutes and being so horny it hurt .
She honestly barely noticed it during her last pregnancy, but that’s probably because she was working at the brothel and taking multiple cocks every night. A quick consultation with the midwife in town and she was told that it was very normal at this stage in pregnancy.
Crystal and August had told the midwife that Crystal had arrived in town pregnant and only realized after. The father was a random hook-up on the road, but she would keep the baby and leave it for her father to raise as his own. The town was very sympathetic towards August because of it, and very judgmental towards Crystal.
She didn’t mind much, August would need all the help available when he became a single father, and Crystal would be gone in 6 months with a hefty bag of coins and freedom.
Of course, no one was to know the truth, that Crystal’s baby was put there by her own father, the one they so praised for being a wonderful support for his daughter during her unplanned pregnancy.
It was kind of a hot secret to keep. Every time she sees the neighbours being too attentive and kind to her father she’s reminded of the fact that they don’t know that she knows how her father’s cock feels inside her. That they don’t know that the baby growing inside her was put there by the man they so like to praise. That Crystal has been daydreaming of getting her hands, mouth, and pussy on her father for weeks now.
It finally happens on a random Saturday evening.
They’re both home, August working on cleaning the bassinet that used to be Crystal’s for their child, and Crystal steadily soaking her panties as she watches her father work bare chested on the living room floor.
She doesn’t even notice when she starts palming her own pussy, or when her hand drifts even lower and two thin fingers worm inside. She must be wetter than she thinks, because something about the motion makes her father whip around to face her, and the way his eyes dilate tell her everything she needs to know.
“What are you doing there?” He asks, voice rough and low.
“Hmm, I’m horny, dad. Your baby makes me so wet,” she pulls the soaked gusset of her panties to the side and exposes her soft folds, wet and pink and swollen with need. “Won’t you do something about it? You said you’d take care of me.”
August groans and crawls over to her, getting his big hands on her pussy and spreading her wet folds wide to expose her needy hole.
“Look at you, so wet and gagging for it. You need daddy’s big cock to fill you up?” August licks a stripe from her hole all the way to her clit and Crystal moans loudly.
“Yes! Daddy, yes! Lick my pussy, please!” She’s not even a little bit ashamed of the way she begs, especially when it gets her father to seal his lips around her clit and suck.
She thrashes in his hold, but he holds her down easily, stuffing two thick fingers in her wet pussy and curling them right on her sweet spot. Crystal screams, her sensitive walls clenching around the intrusion, but her father doesn’t let her get used before he’s thrusting roughly into her tender walls.
It doesn’t take long before Crystal clenches tight and orgasms. August works her through it and only detaches from her clit when she pushes him away, trying to escape from the onslaught of oversensitivity.
He keeps his fingers inside as he pants into her thigh. Crystal’s head is still fuzzy from the orgasm when her father pulls his fingers out of her and moves up to kiss her. His tongue slides inside her mouth and she can taste herself on his lips. It makes her even hornier and she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
“Your turn now,” she rubs her wet pussy against his sleep pants, feeling the hard line of his aroused cock.
“Hmm,” August hums, grinding back against her soft pussy “sit on my face, baby girl.”
“That won’t get you off though, daddy,” she pretends to pout, like she isn’t burning inside with the need to sit on his pretty mouth and let him eat her through another amazing orgasm.
“It will if you suck my cock at the same time,” he smirks and kisses her again.
“Oh yes! Dad, yes!” Crystal moans.
August grabs her by the waist and maneuvers them around the couch until her hips are over his mouth and she’s facing his cock. His arms wrap around her thighs and he pulls her down until his mouth is back on her. His wet tongue licks a long strip over her fold before he stuffs it inside her.
Crystal can’t help but moan and fall forward, pushing her hips down onto her father’s face as she stretches forward to take his cock into her mouth. It tastes just as good as it did all those months ago. Salty, bitter, and with a musk that is uniquely her father and she can’t help but crave.
August tongue fucks her as she swallows more of his dick and she moans around him every time that clever tongue flicks her sweet stop. Soon, they have a rhythm going. Crystal fucks herself down on her father’s tongue as she deepthroats him, letting her throat relax enough to take him all the way inside.
It’s when August brings a hand up to pinch her clit that Crystal moans so much she gags and has to pull out. Her father, clearly displeased by it, bucks up and fucks his cock right back inside her wet mouth. The sensation sends sparks through Crystal’s spine, so she hurries to shove his entire dick back down her throat and stop moving.
She pulls his hips up, desperately urging him to fuck her mouth. Luckily, her father seems to catch on fast, moaning against her pussy as his hips jerk up. Crystal’s eyes water as August’s cock slides down her throat, but she just relaxes more and encourages him to go faster, be rougher.
It doesn’t take long for her father to begin thrusting his cock down her throat violently, gutting her mouth just like she wants him too. The feeling of it bumping against her throat sets her nerves on fire. Combined with the feeling of his tongue licking inside her soft pussy and his fingers rubbing her clit, Crystal finds herself dangerously close to an explosive orgasm.
This one feels different through, deeper and wetter and before she can question the feeling, her father shoves his hips hard and she is forced to swallow until his balls kiss her chin and he cums. The sensation of his warm cum sliding down her throat is enough to make her orgasms violently.
She spasms around the tongue inside her, forced to swallow down load after load of cum to avoid choking. Everything feels wet. Wetter than usually when she comes down.
Her father removes his tongue from her pussy, but shoves two fingers inside to keep her warm and stuffed. He makes no move to pull his cock out of her throat, so she waits patiently, breathing out of her nose while he softens on her tongue.
Once he grows too sensitive, she lets him go and rolls to the side, sandwiched between her father’s naked body and the back of the fancy sofa she spent so many nights cuddled on. His fingers slip from her wet pussy and she can feel her own slick slowly oozing out.
“Fuck, babygirl, didn’t know you could squirt,” he sighs dreamily.
Crystal gets up enough to see she completely soaked her father’s face and the sofa under them.
“Huh, I didn’t know that either,” a full year in the brothel, taking every shape and size of dick possible, and she had never squirted before.
“That’s so hot,” her father praises. “Means you were made for me.”
Crystal hums and watches as her father pulls her up by the legs, shimming around until his face is aligned with her tender pussy again.
“What are you doing?” She asks, interested and still a little bit horny.
“Just wanna lick you some more. You taste so good,” he says before burying his face between her thighs again.
Crystal only moans in response and lets her father have his fill.
*******
After that, it’s like the dam has broken and August can’t get enough of her. Crystal is very much happy with that, since she also can’t get enough of her father. He takes her in every single room in all positions.
Crystal wakes up with August’s mouth already attached to her pussy, coaxing slick out of her hole and then licking her clean of one orgasm after another until she’s crying and squirting on the bed.
He’ll follow her into the kitchen and bend her over the breakfast table where she sat as a child and was tutored by every kind of professor available. Nothing but the best for August’s baby girl. And now, she gets dicked down by the father that paid for all her needs as a child.
During dinner, he’ll sometimes pull his cock out and have Crystal sit in it for hours as they slowly share food. Then, once he’s full, he’ll pull out, lay Crystal out on the table and lick her pussy for dessert.
It’s honestly concerning the amount of times Crystal fucks her father as their child grows inside her. She never had so much sex with the same man before, and it’s different than rotating through multiple different men in the brothel. Here she really has time to get to know her father, what feels good and what makes him tick.
It’s a special kind of pleasure to figure out how to give him the perfect blowjob that will have him screaming and cumming down her throat in just 5 minutes. It’s almost magical to ride him and knows exactly how to angle her body so the curve of his cock hits her sweet spot until she’s squirting in his lap.
With so much sex to pass the days, she barely notices the months flying by, too busy memorizing the shape of his mouth when against hers and the feel of his fingers when they’re knuckle deep inside her.
*******
“ Ungh – yes, right there,” Crystal moans as she gyrates her hips, riding her father as the sun rises over the horizon. “You feel so good, dad!” She shrieks as the heavy crown of his cock brushes against her sweet spot and tries to adjust so it hits there on every thrust.
“Fuck, look at you, babygirl, so big and swollen with my baby. I put that baby there,” August marvels as two of his hands come up to cradle Crystal’s bump.
She’s nearing 7 months now and getting bigger by the day. Curse her stupid father and his stupidly large frame for making such big babies. Her first kid wasn’t nearly as big as this one.
“Your mom wasn’t as big, you know,” he muses as Crystal does her best to grind her pelvis against his, churning his cock inside her soaked walls. “You were born the tiniest little thing. My precious little babygirl, so small you could fit in the palm of my hands.”
Crystal moans at the reminder that he was alive when she was born, that he was the man that held her mom’s hand as she pushed Crystal out of her vagina. That he rocked her to sleep every night. That comforted her when she had colic. And now, he was buried balls deep in her pussy while his baby grew inside his own daughter’s belly.
August rocks up and the change in position pushes his cock right where Crystal wants it. She nearly screams with the pressure inside, her walls so sensitive because of the pregnancy, but still wanting more. They’ve been having a lot of slow sex lately. Warm morning sex and soft grinding at night, so tender Crystal could have cried every time August came inside her.
Somehow, it’s more filthy then the rough fucks they had the the beginning of the pregnancy. Those were all about desire, nothing more than a man and a woman wanting to experience carnal pleasure. This is softer, and feels more like love. If it had been any other man, Crystal would have found it romantic, but every time August kisses her so softly while his cock labours in and out of her tender pussy she is reminded that the man sitting inside her is her own father and everything turns filthy instead.
Still, despite the guilt bubbling up inside her along with his cum, Crystal couldn't be happier. Not enough to stay forever. Not enough to spread her legs again once this baby was out and let her father breed another one into her pussy, but enough to thoroughly enjoy the months they had left.
August brings her out of her musings by attaching his mouth to one of her breasts and sucking. She’s started lactating and he’s become obsessed with it, nursing from her at every hour of the day.
She’s had men suck at her milky teats before, but never the father of her own child. Somehow, it makes it more intimate. That this man put a baby inside her and is now drinking the milk that she produces because her womb is full of his seed.
He gives a couple more thrusts, grunts right up against her tit and shudders. The warmth spreading inside Crystal lets her know that her father just came, deep inside her pussy like every time they fuck. August is really adamant on cumming inside her every time, even when he can’t possibly get her pregnant again when she’s already been bred.
“You’re so good to me,” he sighs against her breasts, keeping her down on his cock until he’s too soft to stay inside.
When he slips out, Crystal rolls over, careful of her stomach and spreads her legs to her father.
“Aren’t you gonna clean up your mess?”
He doesn’t need another invitation to lower his lips to her pussy and eat her out like a man starved. Crystal loses count of how many orgasms she has before her father is finally satisfied.
*******
It’s a chilly winter morning when Crystal gives birth for the second time.
The contractions start in the middle of the night, much like last time, and this time Crystal knows exactly what is happening. It doesn’t escape her that it’s the second time both her and her father are doing this. Of course, he doesn’t know this isn’t her first baby, so he nearly bites all his fingers off in sheer worry.
The midwife arrives with no issues and coaxes Crystal through the easiest birth she’s ever had. Not that she has much to compare it to, but still, this one is infinitely easier than the last. The baby comes out, a chunky little thing, much bigger than her first born son, but still, they slip out of her vagina almost smoothly.
In her pained half-crazy mind, Crystal wonders if that means that she was born to have her father’s children. If they’re so easy to birth, maybe she should have a couple more. Hell, maybe she should stay, let her father have a go at her pussy at all times. Give him the chance to be the father of a large family like he’s always wanted.
Of course, the feeling fades as the baby starts crying. Crystal cringes and can’t possibly imagine herself staying to take care of such a creature.
The midwife cuts the umbilical cord and hands the baby to August.
“Look at that, you have a beautiful granddaughter,” she coos softly.
“Daughter,” Crystal wheezes, sweaty and sore and exhausted from giving birth. “I won’t be their mother, my father will raise them as his daughter,” she reaffirms, like she has been doing during the entirety of her pregnancy.
The midwife smiles with closed lips, clearly displeased with Crystal’s response. But then she turns to August.
“Of course, your daughter,” and she smiles for real at August, likely proud of the man that so selflessly has offered to raise his whore daughter’s accidental baby as his own. If she only knew how right she is when she calls the child his daughter.
“She’s precious,” August has tears in his eyes and he’s looking at the little bundle like she’s his whole world. Crystal wonders if he looked at her like that when she was born. “Do you want to hold her?” He offers the girl to Crystal.
Still staring at her father, she takes the baby into her arms. It’s small, pudgy and pink. Her eyes are a vibrant blue, the same color as Crystal’s eyes, and she’s completely bald. An ugly little thing, Crystal can’t help but think, and then immediately feels bad. She’ll grow into her looks, for sure. With some luck, she’ll be just as pretty as their father.
And with even more luck, she won’t look anything like their father at all. Best for secrecy, after all.
“Have you thought of a name?” The midwife asks August, but the man shakes his head.
“I’ve been so busy taking care of Crystal that we didn’t even stop to search for anything,” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly and doesn’t share that ‘busy with Crystal’ means ‘balls deep in Crystal at all times’.
“Ruby,” Crystal proclaims suddenly. She doesn't know why she’s so certain of the name, but she is. Her daughter is squirming in her arms, pink and soft and she suddenly knows for a fact that she wants her name to be Ruby.
“Ruby?” August asks, kneeling next to Crystal and peeking at their daughter’s scrunched up face. “Why Ruby?”
“It’s a crystal,” Crystal says simply, “I want to leave something for her before leaving. Something for you to remember me by too,” she turns to look at her father, his handsome nose, his graying bear, the bright blue eyes she’s always loved.
Gods, how she wishes she could stay and be with him. Be his wife. Wake up next to him every night and be the mother that she never had for Ruby. They could fix everything that was wrong with her childhood. Crystal could grow to be happy here, stuffed full of her father’s cock and love and children until the hole in her chest finally disappeared.
Ruby hiccups once and starts crying and the dream vanishes right in front of Crystal’s eyes. She wasn’t meant to be a mother. She needs to leave.
Ruby continues crying and Crystal passes her over to their father so he can calm her. It’ll be good for her to get used to only seeking out her daddy and never her mommy, since her mommy will soon be gone anyway.
August takes her expertly, all of his years of experience with Crystal showing in the way he confidently handles the newborn, and walks around to bounce her to sleep. The midwife comes carrying a warm bottle with formula and August feeds their daughter as Crystal watches.
She’s sore all over, but now that it’s over she can’t help but wish Ruby was back inside her again. Just so she could stay a couple more months with her father, being doted on and loved and fucked raw every single day. She wanted a little bit more time living their domestic fantasy.
Before she lets sleep take her and closes her eyes she briefly considers the benefits of seducing her father again, or letting him into her pussy one last time, just so she can have something to remember him by before hitting the road again.
Who knows? Maybe it’ll take again, and then she’ll be forced to stay with him another 9 months. It wouldn’t be bad to stay just another 9 months.
*******
Despite her desires, Crystal doesn’t sleep with her father again.
She couldn’t even if she was really trying. The baby keeps him too busy and she’s too sore to want anything up her pussy for over a month. Once she’s deemed healed enough to carry on, Crystal is already itching to get on the road again.
Her father keeps his end of the deal and gives her a hefty sum of coins, plus a few extra, for giving him a daughter again.
On the day that Crystal leaves, August gives her enough supplies to last her the first month, pushes the bag of coins into her hands, and then goes down on her and licks her pussy until she squirts on his beard. He doesn’t ask for reciprocation, but Crystal wants something to remember him by, so she drops to her knees and sucks him until he comes down her throat, savoring the taste of her father’s cum warm in her mouth as much as she can.
“You can always come back if you want to,” August says when she stands up and cleans her mouth of any cum that might have spilled.
“I know,” she says and kisses him. Hot and open-mouthed, letting him taste himself on her tongue. “Be a good father,” she says and walks out the door.
She doesn’t look back, not even when her heart starts aching for August.