Cherie's First Baby
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Author's notes:
1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.
2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author's knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.
3. This is the tenth chapter of the 'Mating Rituals' series – it is a standalone story but will make more sense if you read chapters 1 to 9 first (and why would you not want to do that?).
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Cherie awoke cuddled up between Al and her father, Lance, who was snuggled alongside Bel. She lay there, thinking of the past two weeks; her wedding, their flight to the Bahamas, ten beautiful, sun, sea, sand and sex-filled days at the clothing optional resort, then their flight home again last evening. Am I pregnant yet, she wondered, hoping that she was. Al leaned towards her and kissed her, followed by a kiss from Lance who had apparently been gazing at his lovely daughter for a few minutes.
"So tell us some more about the honeymoon," said Bel, propping herself up on one elbow.
Their late flight had meant they were exhausted when they had arrived home, so about all Cherie and Al had managed to tell them was that it was fabulous, then sleep called. So Cherie took up the story.
"We had a beautiful room at ground level, just a few steps to the glistening white sand beach. As you know, the resort is clothing optional and most people choose to wear little or nothing. The staff were there to assist whenever required; hunky sexy men and shapely women to attend to your every need, and I mean every need, although our needs were few as we satisfied each other's needs most of the time. You could recognize the staff because they wore orange loin cloths only, although the men's loin cloths were often held out at an angle by their almost continuous semi-arousal caused presumably by the large number of gorgeous naked women sunbathing on the beach and sitting under the shady umbrellas. Many of these women went out of their way to arouse the waiters, which must have been frustrating in one sense but it certainly would have enabled them to perform some of their duties more easily.
"Anyway, the daily routine we developed was to wake around 9am then make love for an hour or so before rising and walking to the beach for a swim to cool off, although the water was hardly any cooler than the air. We drip dried on the way back to the main building and by the time we selected our breakfast and sat in the shade to eat we would be thoroughly dry. The food was amazing, a mixture of fresh picked fruits from the island and standard food which we're very familiar with. We usually had a tropical fruit juice drink which varied each day according to what fruit they received from the growers.
"After breakfast we'd sunbathe for a while or, if it was too hot because there was no wind, we'd lie on the beach in the shade and simply chat. After lunch was more of the same, except we didn't sunbathe after lunch as it was simply too hot. Instead we sometimes went walking on the cool tropical forest trails or sometimes we retired to our room and gently loved one another, usually without intercourse as we didn't want to tire Al out so he'd have lots of potent sperm to fertilize my egg when it was ready.
"We'd usually watch the sun sink into the ocean before dinner, the setting sun making a broad yellow roadway across the water. We used to imagine walking that roadway and wondered where it might lead us if we did. We had to dress for dinner as it was a semi-formal occasion, and we had been provided with loin cloths to wear as our dinner attire. The food was, as always, delicious and after the meal the band came on and we danced until dawn if we wished. Usually we left for bed around midnight to allow for a sound sleep before making love the next morning and repeating the whole process. Actually, I guess we'd have got tired of it after a while, maybe a couple of hundred years or so," Cherie chuckled.
"Then there were other activities we could do; golf and other sports that didn't really interest us, a gym which we worked out in on a couple of occasions, swimming was always available both in the ocean and in a tepid pool, and there were several masseurs and masseuses available to provide massages, which I was told often led to other services as well. I had two massages with a young masseuse named Samone who showed me a neat trick with my clit ring, which I'll show you later. She actually had her clit shaft pierced with a bar as well as a clit hood ring and she could pull the bar through her ring, holding her clit out quite a long way. She told me that it had elongated over time and was very sensitive, which seemed to be true as she let me gently stroke it until she came really quickly. I asked about her shaft piercing and she told me it was exquisitely painful when it was done but definitely worthwhile for her. Apparently she was raised a Muslim and was supposed to have her clit and labia completely removed, as was the custom, but the cutter took pity on her for some reason, most likely a bribe paid by the parents, and only took the very tip off, leaving her labia as well. So she had devised this method of elongating her clit which made it a lot more sensitive, she said. She also taught me another trick which I'll show you sometime soon."
"Interesting to hear that," said Bel, "I can't understand any religion mutilating the wonderful bodies that we've been given. It's just incomprehensible."
"Yes, and yet quite possibly piercing could be lumped into that category also," said Lance.
"No, it's different," said Cherie. "I can take my rings out and I'll heal and be perfectly whole again, as will happen before I breastfeed. Women who have had parts removed, or men who have been circumcised, can never regain the parts they lost. Anyway, the honeymoon was wonderful but right now I feel like undertaking my usual morning program, but this time with Daddy, not Al. You up for it, Daddy?"
"Yes, sweetheart, I've missed you for the past little while. Guess I need a condom?"
"No, this cycle's nearly over so I'm either pregnant or it won't be happening this time. So bareback's fine."
Cherie straddled Lance and sat across his thighs as she fondled his cock and brought him to a full erection. Meanwhile Al went around to Bel and they began kissing and cuddling.
"Mmmm, I've missed your huge cock inside me, darling," Bel told him, "Cherie doesn't realize just how lucky she is."
"I do, Mom," commented Cherie before scooting down Lance's legs and taking his cock in her mouth.
A few minutes later Lance was begging his daughter to sit on him, which she did, slowly, lasciviously, inching her wet vagina over his erect cock as he caressed her breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples which caused exquisite sensations to churn through her body. Once she was fully down, she moved her hips back and forth, stimulating herself for a few minutes before lifting off him completely.
"What's wrong?" asked Lance.
"Nothing, Daddy, just adjusting my clit ring. Samone showed me how to pull my engorged clit through the ring which would hold it forward so it received greater stimulation." After a few seconds she had her clit through her ring to her satisfaction and engulfed Lance's cock once more, feeling the very erotic clitoral sensations as her clit was squeezed between her ring and Lance's pubic bone.
"Oooohhh, yes, that's so nice, Daddy. Fuck me, Daddy, please fuck me hard."
He did, thrusting into his daughter hard, pushing and pulling her back and forth with his hands on her hips so her clit rubbed against him. Cherie felt herself approaching her release, but decided she didn't want that yet. She focused on reaching her plateau and then staying there, as Samone had also taught her. Once she was there she then concentrated on Lance, feeling his hard cock moving inside her, squeezing his cock with her vaginal muscles to provide greater stimulation. Lance felt the increase in stimulation and sensed he was approaching his limit. He thrust harder, feeling the response from Cherie's strong muscles as he slid in and out of her tight vagina. Then he lost control and with a final thrust and grunt he spurted his cum in the end of her love tunnel.
Cherie felt the hot juice being deposited deep inside her and it almost caused her to cum right then. However, she focused on the plateau and rode that one out, waiting a few seconds as Lance's cock relaxed and started to wilt, then she tightened her muscles, milking his cock and stimulating it to full erection once more. It was now her turn to drive, moving herself back and forth, her clit rubbing against the upper side of his cock as she moved. It was her time, she decided, a decision that was in fact taken from her as she saw her mom cum hard on her husband's cock, groaning with passion as Al obviously filled her distended vagina with his copious love juices. The combination of those sights and sounds, with her arousal after remaining for some time on her plateau, were too much and Cherie came hard.
"AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!" she screamed as she threw her head back and felt the ecstasy of release pour through her body. Her orgasm was increased even more when she felt her father squirt yet another dose of his semen into her. She was panting hard, writhing and shuddering in the throes of her release and then she gradually came off the peak and collapsed forwards onto her father's body, both lovers panting hard.
