Boy It Sure is a Good Thing I'm Not Asian Chapter 4

Chapter 4 - The AM After

This is the fourth installment of a story not even up to its second chapter. It is the fictional, erotic telling of a taboo relationship about Spider-Man/Spider-Girl. Not enough of that. #all4spi-dee

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Mayday was floating a cloud… with her husband’s, well, her father’s cock inside of her. But she was so high that she was imagining what the wedding would be like, all the while working out the logistics of how the babies would end up.

She didn’t want anything to take her from this moment. In his sleep Peter was holding on to her so tightly that it was hard to breathe – not because she was constricted, but because she was trying to cream his cock as quietly as possible while he filled her up and his daughter bounced her tight little pussy against his big cock while he slept. If he was awake, Mayday was sure he’d be as grateful for her as she was, because his cock was twitching like it was trying to tell her something. She had the feeling it was, “How many babies do you want sweetie?” To which Mayday’s pussy replied by constricting and coaxing, eager for the next viscous, virile load that would make her ancestors hang their heads in shame.

Mayday started to suck on her fingers to shut herself up, her moans becoming less voiceless and hoarser as she moaned up to the ceiling while she pressed her entire body against Peter’s. Her father’s hand had made its way to her palmable breasts, kneading her hard nipples like they were erasers, but otherwise he was a passive participant as his little girl ground her not-so-little ass into his crotch, bouncing innocently. He’d give her a reward, she was sure. A wet, creamy, thick and gooey reward. She had never had to be told to eat her veggies, but when it came to milk… Mayday would guzzle it by the quart if it made her father happy.
“Fff-Ffuck,” she whispered, breathless. “Da-Dad, fuck, fuck, just fuck me… I’m a good daughter, right?  Love me, please. Just… put all of it inside me… Every drop of your love.”

She turned around to caress his face as he slept, feeling more confident that he wouldn’t hear a damn thing. Her confession emboldened her, but not nearly as much as her current situation, playing cockstuffed daughter pussy with her daddy’s big fucking dick. Waiting with bated breath for the gooey conclusion, she prepared to seal the exchange with a kiss, though it was hardly a fair trade. Peter was going to give her his babies, and he… he was going to get her ass anytime, anywhere he wanted it, however much he wanted it. Her father’s cum was to valuable to just sit and waste away, and her ass wasn’t valuable enough to cover the cost. If she had to go into debt with the local testicular spermbank she had come out of and sell her holes to her big dicked daughter-pussy-plower of a father, she would, because she loved him.

Then, her phone buzzed.

For a moment Mayday froze. Her body seized up and every muscle clenched and that was both bad and good. Bad, because her cunt wasn’t prepared to be stretched even more than it was for that single second and she lost all of her breath. Good, because her cunt was doing its job and begging for the cum that made it, and she felt Peter tighten his hold on her in his sleep and growl into her ear and press his lips into her neck, his large form towering over hers as sleepy thrusts gave way to instinctual breeding pussy pounding, and May Parker saw stars.

Her mouth opened and her eyes rolled up into her skull as Peter  started to kiss her all over, her neck, her head, her shoulders, her cheek. His cock was swelling larger, and larger, and larger, and she almost wished someone was there to see it just so she could gloat about how much he loved her. The clinical side of her said it was a doubtless implication of how good a woman that she was that her father thought her fit to bear his children, and that he was likely mistaking her for her mother. The last thought was a cynical one, and one that Mayday decided to prove wrong. If she was going to be committing… this, in her father’s sleep, getting fucked senseless and bred like it was her dream, because it was, he’d be thinking of her, not Mary Jane Watson.

“Fuck, daddy, I-“ she groaned, panting breathlessly as Peter’s hands mauled at her breasts, tugging on them with feverish insistence.  He wanted something in his mouth, a tit, but all of May’s genes had gone to her ass. Though Peter was enjoying that she knew he deserved the best, and offered her tongue. “I fucking love you, Dad…” she laughed into his mouth, and then felt the first shot. “I fucking love you, love when you fu-hurk!”

The first rope was forceful and steaming and scalding and filling and enough to make May’s smile turn into a rictus grin. She twisted and clenched at the cheeks, dainty toes curling and her legs rolling up so she was essentially a fetal position while her father was behind her, seeding her dripping pussy. She didn’t just feel it, she could hear it from the first, second, all the way to the ninth and tenth shots. After that it was certainly her heartbeat, because she knew his balls were dry and what was left was oozing out of his big, cumming cock, and that she had made him cum. Her stuffed belly was proof of that.

Sweaty and groaning, her body twitching with orgasmic retardation, Mayday peppered kisses all over his face, sucking on his tongue and licking at him with fuck-induced gratitude that she’d been dying to get out for months. Her pussy was stuffed full of Peter’s stuff, and his arms were around her, and they were sharing the bed. Her eyes half lidded, she figured it was alright to drop the formalities now.

“Daddy, I made you feel good,” she said confidently, followed by a stupid sounding giggle. “Did you like that… Peter?”

Of course he didn’t answer her, because he had already slept like a rock. If she hadn’t accomplished anything else, Mayday knew her father would be sleeping well tonight with his cock some place warm, wet, and his cum-full balls utterly drained.

The phone buzzed again in the sweaty seconds that followed. Mayday felt utterly stuffed and  couldn’t feel anything wetting the bed save for her own cum and sweat, and the thought that every last drop of jism was still up inside her made her shiver in ecstasy. Peter’s hard body against hers made her feel soft, protected, precious, and the virile load doubtlessly trying to give him another successor made her feel like… a woman. His woman. The clinical side of her said, astutely, that she could get pregnant, and would, else Peter wouldn’t have deemed her fit to fuck.

Smiling smugly, her expression totally not one of self-satisfaction rather than well-fucked bliss, May pawed over at his nightstand and retrieved her phone. Turning it one, she saw a slew of messages from April.

“Hey, so I was wondering if you felt like having me over tonight. Girl stuff.”

“And by girl stuff I mean talking. None of that pillow fight shit.”

“Talk meaning giving me your poster collection and helping me.”

Then, ten minutes later, “Fuck, let’s just suck our dad’s dick, alright sis?”

The second to last message made Mayday smile in triumph. “Fuck, you’re doing it right now, aren’t you? You little bitch!”

“I’m on my way, you better save some.”

Mayday huffed, placing the phone on her dresser and collapsing like that. In his sleep Peter dragged her back to him and spooned her like she was his wife, and if that was what being her father’s wife was like, Mayday was even more jealous of her mother.

But it didn’t seem like April would be able to see what that was like tonight. Mayday moaned and cooed at her swollen stomach, moreso at Peter’s fat thing inside her than his load, and went to sleep with a single, unapologetic thought on her mind.

Whoops.