Authors note...i had feedback that I hadn't given enough time to Riley, so I thought I'd develop her character a bit more.
...that, and the fact that I really am a sucker for redheads... hope you enjoy.
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So...inevitability being, well...inevitable...it only took a few passing weeks and "that time of the month" to go by for Tammy to figure out that NONE of the 3 girls living with us were using tampons or pads anymore. The endless giggling about "parental" subject-matter, combined with the following months coincidence that ALL FOUR girls had come down with an intermittent "flu" pretty much cemented the suspicion in her mind.
It was obvious to her, I think, and wasn't going to stay quiet long.
As for me, interludes in the past month plus had involved some of the very best sex I've ever had in my life, bar none, and perhaps worse, or better, depending on how you view it, Riley and I had become lovers, if not downright "in love". I had moved psychologically from accepting this, to wanting it, and now, to seeking it out. I was daydreaming of all the girls, but mostly, my thoughts were centered around Riley. Our last meeting was just yesterday, Friday, as Susan, Petra, and Terri kept Tammy and the kids busy and Riley pulled my hands to lead me upstairs.
"C'mon, Daddy...I have to show you this" Riley beckoned me forth, holding a logo'd sweater from the college. Tammy just smiled, thinking it was another dress-rehearsal for their impending voyage to the college in the coming weeks. I smiled back at Tammy, weakly, knowing so much more, but allowing her to believe I was tolerating teenage exuberance over fashion. Usually, I would consider that it was already late, and I really just wanted to kick back and watch some TV with everyone, but this was Riley, and I felt differently about her already.
Turning back to Riley, I stepped onto the stairs with my right leg, just out-of-sight of the family goings-ons, when her arms suddenly appeared and wrapped around my neck. Her body lifted and slid forward onto my leg, pressing the panty-less warmth of an overheated Riley onto my thigh ...sliding...wetly up my leg as she stared directly into me with those amazing green eyes. She had been making herself ready for me...for this. Man, she was warm...I mean...PHYSICALLY warm, as in, I could feel her body heat emanating through her thin summer crop-top. She pressed into me as she ground her pubic bone into my exposed thigh. Gotta love summer...shorts for me, but a mid-length skirt for her concealed what she had already removed.
In my ear, Riley was whispering "You've been a bad Daddy, Mr. D. You got another girl pregnant, and there's a price to pay for doing that. I want you to see it with me. I want to show it to you. You will let me show it to you, won't you, Daddy?" She pulled back her face with her last phrase to give me the pouty-face look, her chin down, those doe-eyes full, her bottom lip stuck well out, just before slowly turning the edges of her lips up into a grin, then a smile.
Fuck. Move upstairs. Now.
I lifted her with both hands under has ass and carried her up the steps, My own rod stiffening, her eyes smiling across her face, those amazing freckle framing everything. She was alternately kissing me and whispering into my ears, clinging to me "I'll give you a hint, Daddy. I'M the girl you got pregnant.
She squeezed me tighter. Gawd, Mr. D...I can already feel you down there. I'm beginning to think you LIKE the idea of this. I'm betting there's something else you'd like from me, isn't there?" I could sense her left hand moving behind her back, and as we crested the stairs, felt her bra pull free as she angled herself back in my grip, lowering her top.
We made it into their room, closing the door behind us. Riley's feet hit the floor as she dropped the sweater. Standing on her tiptoes, she pressed her mouth to my right ear and whispered "we don't have much time, stud, but I wanted to celebrate with you today, so just enjoy, o.k.?" My hands had wandered up and off her ass cheeks, gripping her narrow waist, and I was already kissing her shoulder at the neck.
Her body lowering fluidly, I could feel her breasts trace against my chest. Fuck, those amazing nipples...It's unfair to put so full areolas there. So firm...hard. She used her hands to drag my shorts down with her, until my flesh was even with her face, and Riley was on her knees. Nothing spoken, she simply surrounded me with her mouth, as her hands removed her skirt from her waist, then knees, and then, we were both simply naked, and once again, connecting. To breed. I wanted to breed her again, and she knew it. Honestly, it isn't my fault. It's just that...well...I could smell her sex again...that musky, pheromone-laden scent that makes my cock throb, and makes me want to eat her out as I pump her full, not knowing which I want more.
Riley had released my now turgid-rod from her mouth, and was pushing me back. "Lay down, Daddy", and the back of my knees hit her bed, rolling me onto it, my feet on the floor still. Riley wasted no time. She advanced onto me placing both hands on my chest, lifting her right leg onto the bed next to me, then climbed onto the bed, straddled above me, her knees on the bed cushion, her pussy gently pressing into my balls, ready to slide forward onto my length. "Do not move, Mr. D. Not a muscle. This is only for you, o.k.?" I nodded weakly, staring into her eyes in the dimly lit room. I noticed the curly, red hair...so much of it. I noticed her freckles. I noticed that I noticed. She smiled a woman's smile at me.
Riley slid forward, humming, just slightly, but softly, allowing my swollen, heavy sac to gather her wetness and her scent, then pressed more firmly at the base of my cock, the pressure causing the top length to rise above my abdomen. She gently gripped under the head with her left hand, her right hand still on my chest, and moving almost imperceptibly, began advancing her form forward. Her juices were coating me, every inch, and the heat was painful to endure so slowly.
