The Vasectomy Ch. 07

SUMMARY: This is a complete work of fiction. This is Chapter Seven of the events that transpired after an unexpected experience between Danielle and her dad at a fertility clinic. This chapter concludes this series. How do you think this scenario will end? Read and find out!

All characters in this story are 18 or older.

DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction. Any character resemblances to real life personae are strictly coincidental. Copying, re-posting, storing (whether digitally or in print form) or redistribution of this material is prohibited.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: As I mentioned above, this is the last chapter of this series. I am retiring these characters after this final entry. I hope you enjoy how I concluded this story. Happy reading!

STORY:

Chapter Seven.

Something changed between me and my father the day I let him fuck my tits. I don't exactly why, but I certainly didn't mind. Maybe that really had been his final layer of resistance, and once we went down the taboo road of father fucking his daughter's breasts, there wasn't anything else to protest about. It was almost comical that a good old titty-fuck seemed to hold more weight than actual sexual penetration. But no matter how it stacked up, I was thrilled with what happened next.

The experience had left me changed, too. Internally. I had never done anything like that before. But more than that, not only was the act of having someone get off using my cleavage quite kinky, doing it with my own father was the icing on the cake for me. If I thought I had been addicted to my dad before, then I didn't know what addiction truly was.

The month following that fateful day in my bedroom with my breasts wrapped sensually around my father's cock, we became a lot more physical with each other. I gave him six blowjobs and three hand jobs that month, and we even had one more experience where he rode my cleavage again until he came all over the upper part of my chest. He also ate me out nearly a dozen times in return (to full orgasm each time.) It was hot, and erotic, and naughty and wonderful all at once.

Unfortunately, despite the apparent lowering (or removal) of his defenses, he was still reluctant to go the full mile with me and have sex again, despite me hinting about it on multiple occasions. And the more "other" things we did with each other, the more I craved it. I felt almost desperate to feel his cock in me again.

All of this leads to a Friday night, nearly five weeks after the first titty-fucking incident. We had just finished having dinner and I went to change into my pajamas. I picked a silky black camisole shirt and a pair of cotton shorts. As usual, I didn't bother putting my panties back on. I usually slept without them, most nights.

My dad was relaxing with a bottle of wine in the living room when I came in after changing. He glanced at me as I walked in and started to turn away but looked again. Wow. I guess my outfit was sexier than I thought if it made him do a double-take like that. That made me feel good. It was a compliment without saying anything. That made me decide that tonight I'd offer to give him another blowjob. My pussy started tingling just thinking about it.

Surprisingly, it was my dad who started our conversation this time. It was always me, so this was a first.

"I decided something," he said simply and then took another sip of his wine.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, looking at him. I couldn't help checking out his crotch to see if he was hard, but I couldn't tell. He was still wearing his jeans and a green long-sleeve shirt. The sleeves were tight on him, putting his muscles on display. It looked really good on him.

"Yeah," he said. Then he took another drink. When he spoke, his words sounded just slightly strained. "I decided I'm ready to go back to that clinic and have my vasectomy."

Frowning, I stared at him. He gave me a quick glance but looked away, then buried his face in his wine glass once more. That was weird. Why was he acting weird about this? That was what he had wanted to do originally, anyway. But I was curious, so I asked, "Why now?"

Another surprise came as I watched his cheeks turn a bright, rosy red. Huh? He was... embarrassed? Well, this was interesting. He tipped his glass up again and finished the last little swig of wine at the bottom. He swallowed the wine, but then swallowed a few more times. I waited patiently to see if he would answer my question.

Finally, my dad said, "I-I think I'm ready to start having sex again."

I sat forward in my seat, curiosity going crazy in my brain. What was this? Squirming where I sat, I felt the tingling get even stronger between my legs. Oh, I liked where I thought this conversation was heading. But I didn't want to get ahead of myself. He could be thinking about starting to date. And lord knows, my daddy was probably ready to get laid. If only he would just use me for it.

He stood and I watched as he left the room, heading toward the kitchen. He came back in less than a minute, with a freshly filled glass of wine. When he sat back down and took a sip, I called softly to him, "Daddy?"

He cleared his throat and looked my way. "Yeah?"

Biting my lip, I felt nervous suddenly. But I spit my question out anyway. "Does what happened when we had sex have anything to do with it?"

He frowned at me and asked, "What do you mean?"

Going from just biting to fully chewing on my lip, I looked away from him. The memories of that night flooded my head. Despite all the other sexual things we had done, that night was still my favorite. I felt my body heating up. Not looking at him, I spoke quietly, "Because you almost came inside me."

"Uhh..." he started, then cleared his throat again.

When he didn't add anything else, I prodded, "Does it have to do with that?"

He sighed, taking another slow drink from his glass. I noticed he was already halfway through it, and I was pretty sure that was his third one. Then he started nodding slowly. And that nod was the admission I was hoping for. It told me that he thought it might happen again. I felt a gush of liquid seeping out of my pussy. Maybe I should have worn panties after all.

"Do you think about that day?" I asked, keeping my voice pitched low.

Staring into his glass, my dad whispered, "I kinda can't help it."

"Me neither," I whispered back, and he swallowed. Then he took another drink. There was a long pause where neither of us spoke. He finished his wine and carefully set the empty glass on the table in front of the couch. I realized I was shaking a little. I felt extremely nervous, suddenly. My stomach was tumbling over itself.

"Daddy?" I whispered his name. When he looked at me, I asked him, "What if I didn't want you to have a vasectomy?"

His eyes furrowed and he frowned. "Huh? What do you mean?" he asked.

My cheeks heated as a deep blush consumed them. And I couldn't help but stare at his crotch. Yes, he was definitely hard. I swallowed and then raised my eyes without moving my head, gazing at my father's face past my eyelashes. I spoke softly, my voice barely above a whisper, "I know you want to get a vasectomy so you can fuck me again."

"DANIELLE!" my dad exclaimed, but my name lacked the usual heat that he had displayed in the past when I pushed the limits of what was right to talk about. He turned away from me. I noticed his hand was shaking as he reached for his wine glass once more.

"Look at me, daddy," I whispered. I hadn't moved. Slowly, he turned his face toward mine and swallowed. He was holding his wine in one hand but hadn't lifted it to his lips. Staring him down, I said, "Now tell me honestly that what I just said isn't true. Especially after everything we've done together this past month."

"I-I-I..." he stammered. "Dan-dan-dani, I," he finally looked away from me after being unable to speak the lie. I knew I had him caught. He couldn't deny that he wanted to fuck me again.

I stood slowly. My dad turned his head, but he was staring at my legs. Taking a step toward him, I reached a hand up and lifted the bottom of my camisole, exposing my stomach. The upper portion of it made a neat outline of my ample breasts. His eyes lifted and he was staring at my naked belly. He licked his lips.

"I don't want you to have a vasectomy," I repeated, staring down at him. His eyes flitted up slightly, looking at my tits. Any time I noticed my dad staring at my breasts, it made my crotch tingle.

"Wh-why?" he asked, sounding breathless.

I took another step closer, until I was standing right next to him. He still hadn't lifted his head higher than my chest. He swallowed. Then I said simply, "I want you to get me pregnant."

My dad's jaw dropped and he quickly turned his head away. Squirming on the couch, I watched as he leaned forward and grabbed his wine glass, tipping it to his lips once more. But the glass was empty, so all he got was the little droplet that had pooled at the bottom. I took one more step toward him, my legs bumping against his knee. Staring down at his crotch, I saw the unmistakable outline of his bulging erection. Daddy was hard. My pussy felt like it was full of electricity, tingles streaming out in all directions. I was breathing short breaths.

"Put a baby in me," I whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. But he gasped, so I knew he had. What we had done was taboo. But this... this was the ultimate taboo. A father putting a baby into the very daughter he had raised. But I knew I wanted it.

"What? I... what?" he sputtered. He was shaking, and still staring at my exposed belly.

Giving my head a slight shake, I answered, "I can't explain it. I just... feel like I need this."

Slowly he lifted his head until he was looking at my face. He had a puzzled look on his face. In the back of my mind, I heard a voice screaming, telling me that he hadn't told me no. "I don't understand," he said. Still not rejecting my request.

Shrugging, I stared down at him and said, "Do you remember when I told you I always wanted to have a little sister?"

He nodded slowly. Then he shifted his hips on the couch again, shuffling his legs a little. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his erection move slightly from his adjustment.

"Well," I went on. "I guess that has something to do with it. And like you said, it would be weird if she was my half-sister."

"Oh," was all he said. His entire face was red.

"Maybe it's not exactly the same," I added. He slowly lifted his eyes to look at mine once more. Then I said, "But you definitely couldn't call her my 'half-sister' if I give birth to her myself. Could you?" My dad started shaking his head and I smiled. Then, leaning my head down toward his, I pitched my voice to try to sound sultry and said, "I'm horny."

He tried to speak, "That's--" but his voice cracked. Clearing his throat, he repeated, "That's kind of obvious." He was still staring into my eyes.

"Please daddy," I said. Reaching down I took hold of his hand. Letting go of my camisole, I felt the silky material cover my belly once more. Then I whispered, "I want this."

He was shaking his head slowly and he whispered, "You don't know..."

Gently tugging at his hand, pulling it upward, I whispered, "Yes, I do."

He let me pull him up from the couch, though, without saying anything further. He was shaking his head, as if that was enough protest to get me to stop. Slowly leading him down the hall, I led him to his own bedroom and stepped inside. He followed without a word. When we reached the bed, I let go of his hand and immediately squatted down, attacking the zipper and button on his pants. He didn't move to help at all, but with him standing upright, it wasn't that difficult to get his fly open and start tugging his pants down his legs.

My father's cock sprang into view and I smiled at it. The tip was already glistening with that now-familiar dab of clear goo that tended to leak from him when he was aroused. He did finally lift his feet, stepping out of the pants that I had slid down to his ankles. I kicked them away and then leaned forward, taking his massive erection into my mouth. He immediately placed his hands on my shoulders while I rocked my head forward and back a dozen or so times. His fingers squeezed into my skin and I pulled all the way back, watching his penis quiver. It was shiny from my saliva. Standing, I checked him out, admiring him. He was trembling as I looked him over, staring at me with a wild expression on his face. Was it fear? Or lust? Probably a combination of the two. He knew what was about to happen.

So did I for that matter.

Standing with one foot forward, my body tilted sideways slightly, I tried to act sexy while I lifted my camisole shirt up over my head. As I had hoped, my dad's eyes bulged as they feasted on my large, swaying breasts. I shook my head to make my hair splay out over my bare back, purposely making sure my bosom heaved while I did it. As I stood before my daddy, the only thing I had left was the pair of cottony shorts, which may as well have just been a pair of sheer panties for all the skin they covered. His eyes were hungry as he looked me up and down and, from the corner of my eye, I saw his erection twitching as it stuck straight out, pointing at me.

With a seductive smirk, I bent over, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts. As I shimmied them down my legs, I made sure to keep my head tilted up, so my father never lost sight of my tits. When I straightened, completely naked, he was breathing heavily as he stared at me. His eyes were glazed with lust, nostrils flaring. Stepping up to him, I grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it up, revealing his tone belly. Finally, he assisted, helping me pull his shirt off.

And just like that, my father and I stood completely naked for the second time. His body was gorgeous, and I could tell he felt the same about mine. He had very little hair on his chest, and it was light-colored, almost blonde. I stepped up to him and placed a hand there, craning my neck to look up into his face. Gently, I caressed his torso for a minute, running my hands over his muscled chest. He shivered but otherwise didn't make a sound.

Sliding my hands down his arms, I squeezed his biceps and then spun us around to the side. His eyes were locked on my breasts while we continued to spin. When he had his back to the bed, I gave him a gentle push and watched as he fell backward, bouncing a few times when he landed. "Scoot back," I told him. He got up on his elbows and pulled himself further onto the bed. He was lying sideways, parallel to his pillows, right in the middle of the mattress.

Feeling a raging need burn within the pit of my belly, I climbed onto the bed, then crawled forward until I was hovering over my father's naked body, straddling him with my legs and arms. He kept staring back and forth from my face to my breasts.

Leaning my head down, I kissed his stomach and he flinched. Then I stuck my tongue out and licked the skin just above his naval. That made him moan. Dragging my face upward, I slid my tongue up his body until I reached his chest. By then, my lower body was in the right position. Lifting my head, I placed my hands on his stomach and then started lowering my hips toward his. I felt heat emanating from his cock as my thighs surrounded it. It was twitching like mad.

Lifting my head up, I looked into his eyes. He was clearly watching what I was doing, staring down our bodies at my teenage pussy. When he saw me staring at him, he met my gaze. Then I whispered, "Ready?"

He shook his head and croaked out, "No."

I grinned at him. No way would I let him get out of this one. Pushing my hips forward a little, I felt my pussy press up against the side of his hot staff. He sucked in a sharp breath. Then I whispered, "I need this, daddy."

"Ok," he answered immediately. Good. He was ready. I was ready. This was happening.

Lifting my hips just a few inches, I rolled forward and then lowered myself. His cock pressed against my perineum. It set off sparks inside me, feeling him rub me there. But I needed more. Reaching one hand down between us, I gently wrapped my fingers around his shaft and tugged it forward a little. Then, lowering myself again, I made his penis zero in on my vagina. When the tip pressed against me once more, the sparks turned to embers. I was moaning before I even lowered myself down. And when my daddy's cock started to fill me, those embers burst into flames. Heat radiated from his cock, mingled with the heat from my own vagina. I was so wet, he sank into me with no resistance. I felt my walls hugging his cock, but that didn't slow the penetration.

"Daddy," I moaned as my thighs sank down onto his. His cock was buried all the way inside my cunt. It was so big that he was stretching me wider than any guy before him. I loved the sensation.

Just like that, I started riding my daddy in his bed.

He started moaning beneath me, breathing hard. Undulating my hips forward and back, I was in complete control. Every forward roll, his cock sank all the way in. As I rolled back, his shaft slid back toward my entrance. Quickly working my body into a rhythmic roll, I started to get really into it.

"Oh god, daddy!" I heard myself moan. "You feel so big inside me!" I don't even know where the words came from. It was like I became someone else entirely when I was doing these things with my father. I felt... naughty. And I wanted to say naughty things to him.

My dad was breathing hard, moaning every few seconds while I used the muscles in my thighs to rock myself forward and back, forcing him to impale me again and again. His cock buried deep each time, and the fiery tingles inside me were getting stronger and stronger. I started moving faster, riding him. His moans grew in frequency and pitch. Faster. I had my hands planted on his stomach for support.

"I want you to fill me with your cum, daddy," I added the next dirty thought that came to my mind.

"Jesus Danielle," he moaned, a repeat of what he so often said when he was enjoying something sexual with me. It made me grin. My dad wasn't very good at dirty talk, it seemed. So I took over.

"Do you want to fill me with your sweet seed?" I whispered, my hips still rolling and gyrating atop him. His cock was so hard, he fed it to me like a piston. In and out. In and out. I tightened my muscles, moving faster. When he didn't answer my question, I tried to make my voice sound even more seductive as I said, "Do you want to get me pregnant?"

He gasped, eyes opening wide. Then he cursed, "Fucking hell." But I never let up. Never slowed. I just kept fucking him, feeling his dick tickling the inside of my pussy again and again as he plunged up into me.

"I want two things from you," I whispered between gasps as our bodies rocked the bed. He was trembling as I continued riding his cock, feeling it swell my insides again and again.

"Huh?" he grunted, eyes glazed with arousal. "What things?" he whispered hoarsely. He was breathing in short, gasping breaths.

Leaning closer to his face, my hips still riding him as they undulated, I spoke breathily, "I want a daughter, daddy." The pleasure was rising rapidly in my crotch as I continued making him plunge up into me. Sliding my hands up to the sides of his chest, I squeezed and then added, "And I want a sister, too."

"Jesus, Dani," he moaned. Then, as if he was concentrating, he scrunched his features and then said, "That's... that's messed up. But..." He stopped talking after that, his eyes starting to roll up behind his lids.

Breathing heavily, I kept moving my hips. I was riding my dad in his bed and it felt like heaven. His staff pushed deep inside of me every time I rolled my hips forward. The inside of my pussy tingled everywhere. And it was incredibly wet, so much that it was dripping out of me. Looking into his lust-filled eyes, I finished his sentence for him by whispering, "But it kinda isn't, is it?"