“Sorry, Courtney,” I said, smiling down on my daughter’s face, feeling the rush in my balls. “It’s a little too late for that.”
“What?” she screeched as my sperm shot deep into her pussy. “Daddy! Oh, Daddy!” My daughter moaned loudly, her body suddenly quivering with rapture. I looked into her eyes, watching the horror and lust twist around in those pale blue pools.
“Oh, Daddy!” she screamed, wrapping her arms about my neck as a final orgasm burned through her svelte form. Her head fell back against the pillows, panting in exhaustion.
“Daddy,” she said, her voice a hoarse whisper. “What if, what if I get pregnant?”
“Then it would be a miracle, Court,” I chucked. Her blue eyes blinked in bewilderment. “I had a vasectomy shortly after you were born, honey. Your mother and I were so happy to have you, but your mother lost a lot of energy bringing you into the world.”
“I, I’m the reason Mom died?” she said, tears beginning to well in her eyes.
“You’re not the reason, Courtney,” I said, withdrawing from my daughter. “It was the cancer that took her away from us. She had it before you were born, even before we were married.”
“You married your wife knowing she was going to die?” Tara gasped from the rocking chair, her legs spread wide and thighs splashed with her own release. “God that’s romantic.”
“How could you do that, Daddy?”
“Because I loved your mother,” I said simply as I lay next to my daughter. “Her happiness meant more to me than the grief I would bear in my heart. And because of you, my darling daughter, I have never borne any sadness with me.”
“Really?” she said, her eyes round with awe.
“Really,” I leaned in and kissed her lips softly. Courtney kissed back, softly at first and then grew into a passionate embrace. She pulled away and, looking into my eyes, said, “Make love to me again, Daddy, please?”
“Hey!” Tara burst out. “What about me? I want some, too!” |