Chloe's Corruption Ch. 04

Gradually I began to lower myself. There was a stark contrast between the bulbous, purple crown of his erection, and the subtle lips of my vagina. My genitals looked delicate, almost fragile. His dick on the other hand stood proud and firm, it knew exactly what was about to happen.

At first, it was just the tip which poked against my labia. I could feel it there, as it slowly parted my lips and followed my flesh towards my entrance.

I slowly lowered myself further, and felt the bloated head applying firm resistance against my opening for a brief moment, only to pop inside. My father uttered a single sigh in response. I could tell he must have enjoyed being back inside me, in the warm embrace of my body.

More of his cock delved into me, and I felt that dull sensation of being stretched. I had hoped I would have gotten used to it by now, but it still wasn't the case. My father was a fully grown adult with a dick to match, I don't know why it would surprise me that he barely managed to fit into me.

He was barely halfway inside me when I began struggling already, with my labored breathing coming heavier still. This was much easier with him on top of me, and with him getting this done in a single thrust.

"Go on," he said. I couldn't tell if he sounded encouraging, or demanding. But immediately after he spoke those words, I could feel his erection flexing inside me. He was enjoying this thoroughly.

Uncertain and nervous as I was, I did the next best thing I could think of. I wiggled my hips slowly and gently, and felt another inch shoving its way into my pussy, and another, and then I felt my father's hands on my hips. There was no warning, he was too eager. He began pulling me down and the last inch sunk into my pussy. Everything down there felt stretched and full.

I inhaled sharply! I had completely forgotten to breathe.

As I looked down, I could see my labia tightly pressed up against my father's crotch. Like a magic trick, there was no trace of his erection visible. He was completely sheathed inside my vagina. This time I didn't have to worry about protection. It didn't matter that he was inside me bareback. It would be another two weeks before I had to worry about any such thing.

"There you go, good girl." He lowered his fingers to my labia, applied firm pressure, and forced the flesh to open a little further. And right there between the bald lips of my pussy, he could see the very base of his manhood disappearing into the snug embrace of my body. He then let go, and moved his hands back around to my butt. After grabbing onto me, he then began to direct me back, and forth. My grip on his manhood remained tight and firm.

I was riding his cock, while he stared at the incestuous connection we shared. He was mesmerized by it. My lips clung tightly to him, so each time I moved back, he could see my flesh direly wrapped around his erection. It was a perfectly airtight seal.

My hips moved almost automatically, the act felt entirely natural and much easier than I feared it might be. I was in full control of how much, or how little of his cock I allowed to enter me. The only downside, perhaps, was that I gave myself to my father completely willingly. I had no excuses left. My reward was a growing warmth in my loins, with the ability to direct his dick into whichever direction felt good. This was about our pleasure rather than just his.

With every passing minute, I felt more in control. While my father still sat on the bed, he allowed himself to get more comfortable by leaning back and planting his hands on the mattress to support himself. He simply watched me -- his daughter -- bouncing on his cock and producing this wicked, wet melody of our genitals. Even I was surprised by how aroused I had gotten. My juices were freely running down his manhood and dripping off.

"I'm getting close," he soon warned me.

Instead of slowing down, I kept the same pace. I could feel myself nearing my own orgasm too. There were these intensely pleasurable waves of heat, and I could feel them riding through my crotch with such fierceness. It almost felt like the flesh inside me was on fire, with all nerves just screaming at me to grind towards my badly needed release.

A few moments later, my father's hands grabbed hold of my hips once again, and pulled me down -- hard. He did it at just the right time. It sent the entirety of his erection into me, and just as I felt the first spurt of his cum splashing into me, I also felt my own orgasm rolling over me.

We were so intimately connected. His entire cock was buried inside me, while we mutually allowed our climaxes to take over completely. My vagina was helplessly contracting around his fat girth and helping him to deposit even more of his semen inside me. At the same time, his cock had nothing to prevent it from spewing every last drop, deep into my genitals. It was raw and taboo.

And I loved it. There was something truly special, almost romantic about receiving your partner's seed. I was allowing him to release all those millions of sperm into my vagina, while knowing they would immediately try to chase down the egg inside me. It brought a warm smile to my face that their attempts were for naught. The emergency contraceptive made sure that my genitals would be utterly useless as far as baby-making was concerned.

It was silly to be gloating, but I couldn't help but feel victorious. For the first time, I was able to enjoy sex without any afterthoughts or worries.

By the time we began to recover, I could tell that my room was stinking of sweat and sex. It was a sign of a...job well done. I had been an active participant. The result was an incredibly pleasing encounter that left both of us fully satisfied.

"That was amazing," I said breathlessly.

It took all we had, truly. We simply relaxed and rested for a good long while after all that.

My mother took her job seriously so we knew it was unlikely for her to return until the late evening. During those following hours that we still had alone, my father bent me over the living room couch, and the kitchen counter, and both times I ended up with another creampie. It was divine, to be so free and careless.

It was the start of something new.

We repeated the same again the following day, and the day after. We would just stay at home and have sex in every room of the house. Each time was slightly better than the last, as I learned more about myself and what I enjoyed most. Before long, we had become so intimate and familiar with each other, that I used him like a dildo and he used me like a fleshlight. There was no need for false courtesy. Whenever one of us was horny, the other was ready to be fucked.

We were like rabbits, going at it repeatedly and only taking breaks to eat or sleep.

Since I didn't need to worry about any risks anymore, I also stopped being needlessly careful. Gone were the times when I kept on rushing to take a shower after intercourse. If I spotted any cum running down my thighs, I would still bother to wipe it off but that was all I cared to do. Throughout the day, I would carelessly watch TV with a load of his cum inside me, or go to sleep with multiple creampies seeping into the deepest corners of my womanhood. It only took a day or so before the subtle fragrance of my vagina was gone and overwritten. My genitals reeked of raw sperm.

Our awkward little honeymoon only lasted for a few days, however. On Thursday, I woke up alone in bed. Without an early morning surprise that involved my father joining me in bed.

Instead, I found him downstairs in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. He was wearing boxer shorts, rather than being naked and ready to pounce on me as he did in the past. It made me feel even more insecure about joining him while I was still nude.

"Good morning," I mumbled nervously. "Is something wrong?" I couldn't even tell what was foremost on my mind. The fact that our routine had changed, or that my cravings weren't sated. It felt empowering to have completely consensual sex, with both of us benefitting from it. So I had no idea what changed, but I knew I wanted more.

"Oh hey, good morning princess. But, no? I don't think anything is wrong?"

"You uhmm...you didn't join me today?" I said meekly. It didn't help that he was keeping most of his attention on the food in front of him. He had a few eggs frying in the pan, while a few slices of freshly cut tomatoes and freshly toasted bread were waiting on a nearby plate.

"No, of course I didn't, silly. The special time is over after all. Now the important part is all up to you. Just make sure to take the pill daily for a few more weeks. Everything should be perfectly okay," he explained. In-between his words, he casually retrieved some ham and other ingredients from the fridge.

I just stood there, still naked and now also completely confused.

"Daily? The pills you gave me, every day?" It didn't make sense, the morning after pill isn't meant to be taken daily. I couldn't tell how many seconds it took before it struck me that he never confirmed those were morning after pills. He gave them to me with such confidence that I had blindly assumed he knew exactly what I wanted. But I no longer felt quite so sure. "What exactly were the pills you gave me?"

"Chloe, come on now. You kept saying those cute and endearing things, but at the same time you weren't sure that it would be all right. Your mother had the exact same situation going on," he explained while he began to assemble the sandwiches.

"See, she was terrified that something could go wrong or whatever. You're lucky she had some spares, for health reasons." It didn't even occur to him that perhaps there was a misunderstanding all along.

"Spares?"

"Yup," he replied. "Prenatal vitamins. They got everything you need."

It all suddenly dawned on me. What he gave me a few days ago wasn't an emergency contraceptive at all. The pill contained nothing except vitamins for expecting mothers.

It hit me like a brick. I had been under the impression that I could no longer get pregnant...but I was just as unprotected as before. This whole time.

We fucked for as long as my body was at peak fertility. I had given him full access, and allowed him to cum inside me as he pleased...all because I blindly assumed he had given me a morning after pill.

"That...can't be right." Surely he was joking. I waited for the punchline but there was none. He was serious, he had given me a bunch of maternity vitamins. I had been such a fool. These past few days weren't about exploring our sexuality. Every day was centered on one thing alone -- my father's attempt to breed me.

I couldn't even undo this mistake -- there was no morning after pill that could be effective nearly a week since he first came inside me unprotected. On top of that, we had sex throughout my most unsafe days -- and he didn't pull out prematurely even a single time. It didn't matter on which exact day I ovulated, because my father had made sure that I carried plenty of his semen inside me every day.

The clattering of ceramic plates was what pulled me back to reality. Still oblivious to my panic, my father served the plates with a sandwich on each one. He seated himself on the other side of the dinner table.

"Go on, don't be shy now. You gotta eat something, so you're ready for what's to come. And don't worry." His gaze momentarily dropped to my belly, toned and flat as it was. For a moment, it felt like he was imagining me with a protruding baby bulge. It would be visible proof of his success. "If the pregnancy doesn't take this month, we will just try again.