Bobbie's eighteenth birthday is romantic and sensual! She makes love to Johnny in the bed of his pickup truck out by the lake under the moonlight.
Unfortunately for Bobbie, when she gets pregnant, Johnny splits and she doesn't see him again.
She decides to take drastic measures to find a new daddy to take care of her and her baby by taking an ad out online. But an unexpected thing happens when a very familiar face shows up to answer the ad.
No, it's not Johnny! Have you guessed who it was yet?
Read "Call me Daddy" to find out what happens to Bobbie in this graphic, erotic tale featuring a young woman before and then at nine-months pregnant.
Excerpt -
So I waited for him to make the next move. He slowly walked over to the bed where I was laying, the lights still very dim, and he sat down beside me. He placed his hand on my ankle, and he ran his hand ever-so-slowly and gently up my leg. He passed my knee, kept going up over my hip and finally rested his hand on my protruding belly.
He gently caressed my belly and said, "Bobbie if you needed help, why didn't you ask me? Did you even consider me as a possibility?"
"I..." I was struggling to find the words, "I didn't know if you thought it was appropriate. But I've always wanted you."
I gave him the puppy-dog eyes.
"Really?" he asked.
"Really," I said. "Do you really have a thing for pregnant girls?"
"I have a thing for you," he said. "And you're pregnant. So yes."
I started to cry.
"Did I say something wrong, Bobbie?" he asked me.
"No," I said, forcing a smile. "You said something right!"
As he rubbed my baby bump, he leaned into me and our mouths met for the first time ever. As our wet, warm tongues worked back-and-forth against each other, I felt a shiver go up my spine.
So this is what it feels like, I thought.
It was good.
As we kissed, he pulled the shoulder straps off from both sides of my lingerie, revealing my fat, full, pregnant titties. He stopped kissing me to look at them, seemingly amazed at how a girl can go from tiny little boobs to these huge, milk-producing breasts in just nine-months.
With his left hand, he grabbed my breasts gently, just to get a feel for them. Then, he grabbed my nipple and gave it a twist.
If he was surprised to see milk come flying out, he didn't show it. In fact, he leaned down and started drinking from my breast.
"Oh my God," I said. "That feels incredible. Do the other one, too, Robert."
He did.
I moaned, almost involuntarily. It was sensual and sexual, and it was relieving pressure I didn't even know was there.
"Ooohhhhhh, God!" I moaned.
As he drank liberally from my ample breasts, he worked to peel my lingerie over my belly and down to my hips. He gently caressed and played with my belly while he drank my sweet ice cream.
Unfortunately for Bobbie, when she gets pregnant, Johnny splits and she doesn't see him again.
She decides to take drastic measures to find a new daddy to take care of her and her baby by taking an ad out online. But an unexpected thing happens when a very familiar face shows up to answer the ad.
No, it's not Johnny! Have you guessed who it was yet?
Read "Call me Daddy" to find out what happens to Bobbie in this graphic, erotic tale featuring a young woman before and then at nine-months pregnant.
Excerpt -
So I waited for him to make the next move. He slowly walked over to the bed where I was laying, the lights still very dim, and he sat down beside me. He placed his hand on my ankle, and he ran his hand ever-so-slowly and gently up my leg. He passed my knee, kept going up over my hip and finally rested his hand on my protruding belly.
He gently caressed my belly and said, "Bobbie if you needed help, why didn't you ask me? Did you even consider me as a possibility?"
"I..." I was struggling to find the words, "I didn't know if you thought it was appropriate. But I've always wanted you."
I gave him the puppy-dog eyes.
"Really?" he asked.
"Really," I said. "Do you really have a thing for pregnant girls?"
"I have a thing for you," he said. "And you're pregnant. So yes."
I started to cry.
"Did I say something wrong, Bobbie?" he asked me.
"No," I said, forcing a smile. "You said something right!"
As he rubbed my baby bump, he leaned into me and our mouths met for the first time ever. As our wet, warm tongues worked back-and-forth against each other, I felt a shiver go up my spine.
So this is what it feels like, I thought.
It was good.
As we kissed, he pulled the shoulder straps off from both sides of my lingerie, revealing my fat, full, pregnant titties. He stopped kissing me to look at them, seemingly amazed at how a girl can go from tiny little boobs to these huge, milk-producing breasts in just nine-months.
With his left hand, he grabbed my breasts gently, just to get a feel for them. Then, he grabbed my nipple and gave it a twist.
If he was surprised to see milk come flying out, he didn't show it. In fact, he leaned down and started drinking from my breast.
"Oh my God," I said. "That feels incredible. Do the other one, too, Robert."
He did.
I moaned, almost involuntarily. It was sensual and sexual, and it was relieving pressure I didn't even know was there.
"Ooohhhhhh, God!" I moaned.
As he drank liberally from my ample breasts, he worked to peel my lingerie over my belly and down to my hips. He gently caressed and played with my belly while he drank my sweet ice cream.
