Good. You?

And dad being dad, turned the question back on me. "Perhaps not how it was in my journal," I admitted, "But it was everything I hoped it would be. The feeling of a man's prick slipping up into my belly, stretching me open that first time. Hurt a little when you popped my cherry, but not as bad as I thought it might." I grinned, kissing him, "Didn't know it fit that far up Dad, your penis kissing my cervix like that. And the cum, the warm feeling of passion deep inside."

My Dad grinned as I told him how it felt, he then told me he couldn't get his entire length in me, but that was fine because it meant he could do things with me that were usually a bit of a challenge. Seemed my small pussy was better then I'd thought. And with those words, he turned me around, making me face the wall as he positioned himself between my thighs, rubbing my pussy from behind, showing me just how good the extra length could be.

I didn't want to be teased much this time, I wanted this time to be another good fuck, this time as a fully willing participant, and Dad didn't fail to deliver. He teased me a little for begging, considering the first time I was ****, now I wanted it, wanted his cock in me, filling my teenage pussy up, and yes, even cumming in me, pumping another good load of his semen into my pussy. And he didn't disappoint, sliding home, thrusting up into me, harder then the first time, his cock bumping my cervix, sometimes lifting me off my feet when he bottomed in me. Used to it and more relaxed now, I took him like a champ, moaning as his fingers toyed with my clit, our mutual lust making us rut like I was in heat. That he was possibly breeding me, despite the morning after pill, never entered my mind, after all these things don't fail right? At least not for me.

He eventually did ask me if he should pull out, but I was too far gone to be worried about it, beside there was the pill so who cared if he did or not. "Cum in me," I blurted out, on the cusp of an orgam, and I fell into it again, cried out for him to cum in me, to give me what my mom wouldn't take. I may have said some other naughty things, I don't know, and I felt like I was starting to black out from the intensity of the orgasm. But I did feel dad cum in me, even harder then the first time I thought. He was right at the bottom of my pussy, his glans lined up with the small hole in my cervix when he came, hard. The first couple shots went directly into my womb, the rest filled my pussy as I helped Dad drain his balls of everything Mom hadn't. Fuck it felt good having him cum like that, worth the risk, I knew I couldn't stop now if I wanted.

As he flooded my body with his seed, he told me he wanted to see how many times he could cum in my young body, and I moaned back I'd spread for him any time he wanted, I was his mistress, the girl who'd pleasure him when Mom didn't. As he kept pumping, he whispered sweet nothings in my ear about us and the week ahead, what he wanted to do with me and to me. Pregnancy never entered either of our minds, and the subject only came back up at the end, when we were separated and finishing washing each other. The decision was we'd get the pill in the morning, not worry about it tonight. Time wouldn't be a concern, or so we thought.