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   Feeding Caitlin by Janus

   I love my daughter.  I really do.  From the moment she was born and I
saw she was a baby girl, I swore to myself never to hurt her.  I had known,
since my teens, that I had this attraction to younger girls.  They were so
forbidden yet so alluring.  But I promised myself that I would never hurt
my own daughter.

   And I never did.  Caitlin is eighteen years old now.  She was
valedictorian of her graduating class and just moved out last week for her
first year at Cornell University.  I admired Caitlin greatly throughout her
childhood (and now too, of course) but I kept my promise in never hurting
her.  I never touched her inappropriately, I never abused her.  She's grown
up to be a beautiful young woman that I'm very proud of.

   In my mind, though, she'll always be that pretty ten year old girl,
always laughing and smiling, running around our backyard and leaving dust
clouds wherever she roamed.  Even though I never laid a hand on Caitlin,
she still occupied my thoughts and fantasies, not without a certain degree
of guilt.

   I say I never hurt Caitlin and that's true, although my slate is not
altogether clean.  I admit I took certain liberties as her father that were
outside the norm.  I just couldn't help myself.

   It started when Caitlin was an infant.  It was late at night when I was
heating up her formula on the stove.  It was my turn to feed her so my wife
could get some sleep.  Before giving her the bottle, I tested the
temperature of the formula by squirting some onto the back of my hand.  It
was definitely the right temperature, warm but not hot.

   I was about to wash the formula off my hand when I saw how the
glistening white fluid on my hand unmistakably resembled semen.  The warm
temperature of the fluid only served to reinforce the illusion.  It was at
that point that this perverse idea took hold of me.  The thought of my baby
girl tasting my semen made my cock twitch as it began to harden in my
pants.

   Swallowing hard, I tried to shake the idea from my head.  I know, I
know, it was sick!  But the more I thought about it, the more it turned me
on.  And the more I rationalized it, the more forbidden it became and, in
turn, more alluring.  My cock was rock hard before I finally threw caution
to the wind.

   I would need some lube.  I didn't want to contaminate the formula with
K-Y so I grabbed a bottle of olive oil (organic, mind you) from the
kitchen. I knew my wife was asleep so I just eased my sweatpants down and
freed my rock hard cock.  I returned the bottle of formula to its hot water
bath on the stove to maintain its temperature.

   Carefully, I applied some olive oil to my palm and began to fist my
cock. I was careful not to get any on the tip of my penis.  I didn't want
to contaminate my semen.  I began to jack off in the kitchen.  The thought
of what I was about to do turned me on immensely and I could feel my
scrotum tightening in no time at all, signaling my impending orgasm.

   I grabbed an empty baby bottle and unscrewed the top.  The head of my
cock just fit inside the opening.  The sheer perversity of what I was doing
pushed me over the edge and I came into the bottle, shooting several spurts
of milky, white semen into the baby bottle.

   When I was done, I set the bottle aside and washed the olive oil off
myself as best I could.  After drying myself off, I picked up the baby
bottle and examined my handiwork.  Several teaspoonfuls of semen had
collected in the bottle.  My hands shook as I picked up the bottle of
formula and transferred its contents into the baby bottle with my seed.

   With a clean spoon, I stirred up the contents.  Screwing the nipple top
back on the bottle, I hurried to Caitlin's room where she was already
awake. Scooping her up in my arms, my heart started beating like crazy as I
offered her the bottle.  Like any hungry infant, she closed her lips around
the rubber nipple and began sucking.  I watched enthralled as she drank
every drop.  After she was done, I burped her and laid her down in her crib
where she promptly fell asleep again.

   Back in the kitchen, I examined her baby bottle and was amazed to see
she had drained it dry.  Not a drop remained in the bottle.  My cock
twitched in horniness again as I though about my baby girl drinking my
semen.

   So began my little secret.  At least twice a week until Caitlin stopped
bottle feeding, I would feed my daughter baby formula laced with my own
semen.  I just never got over the thrill of watching her tiny lips sucking
on the bottle and drinking every drop.  I had several masturbation sessions
just thinking of baby Caitlin swallowing my semen.

   But baby Caitlin eventually grew up into toddler Caitlin and I was
greatly disappointed the day my wife retired the baby bottle.  At first I
was a bit dismayed but soon found out my semen mixed wonderfully with
Caitlin's baby food.  I worked at home while my wife had to commute thirty
minutes to work each day which meant I was usually in charge of feeding
Caitlin.

   And feed her I did.  Mashed carrots, pureed peaches, applesauce... I was
no longer fifteen years old which meant I was usually limited to one orgasm
per day.  Thus, for at least one meal per day I spooned a bit of my milky
come into Caitlin's waiting mouth.  I can't explain how erotic it was to
feed Caitlin a spoonful of strained turkey and gravy that had a dab of my
white semen spicing it.  She certainly never seemed to mind, always opening
her mouth wide for the next bite.  I felt like an adult bird feeding its
young.

   But as any parent knows, by the time you master one aspect the baby
moves onto a new stage.  Caitlin soon graduated to solid foods and was
eating things like string beans and Cheerios.  At this point she was two
years old and my feeding games stopped, mostly because I was starting to
feel guilty about what I was doing.  Really, what was I doing?  Feeding my
semen to my baby girl?  I started to feel ashamed of what I was doing.  I
think part of the reason was that Caitlin was starting to talk, or at least
babble.  She was clearly becoming her own person and I felt ashamed to be
corrupting her.  I swore never to do it again.

   As it turns out, my stay with morality turned out to be short-lived. 
From the time she was two until she was five years old, Caitlin never had a
drop of my semen pass her lips.  But it began again one day when my wife
and I were driving home from grocery shopping and Caitlin was in the
backseat.

   "Mommy," our little girl asked, "what does semen look like?"

   My wife and I exchanged glances.  Two weeks ago, Caitlin had been given
the book "Where Did I Come From?" because she had asked the Big Question.
We read it to her and explained it the best we could.  Caitlin seemed
satisfied but every so often she would ask a random question about sex. 
The other night before bed she had asked, "Do ovaries beat like my heart?"

   "Well, honey," my wife said truthfully, "it's white." We had decided not
shelter our daughter from the facts of life, no matter how uncomfortable it
would make us feel.

   "Oh," Caitlin said.  She thought a moment.  "You mean like snow?"

   "Yes," my wife answered.  "Except it's a liquid."

   "Oh," Caitlin said again.  She looked out her window and watched the
passing scenery for a few minutes.  My wife and I exchanged glances with
the hidden message of "Do you think she's done now?"

   She wasn't.

   "So semen looks like milk, Mommy?"

   "Yes, Caitlin, that's right, like milk."

   "Does it taste like milk too?" There was no stopping her now.

   "Um..." my wife's ears were slightly red now, as were mine.  "You know,
honey, I'm not sure..." I could tell by my wife's expression that she was
praying that this line of questioning was over.

   "Hmmm," Caitlin said, "I wonder what it tastes like..." She looked out
her window again but I could tell she was still lost in thought.  My wife
quickly rummaged in the glove compartment and produced a cassette tape of
children's songs.  She popped it in and the strains of "Michael Row the
Boat Ashore" filled the song.

   "Caitlin, want to sing along?" my wife said, hopefully.

   Caitlin smiled and nodded.  The questioning was over, thankfully, but my
mind couldn't get off it.  As I drove home, I wondered if, somehow, Caitlin
subconsciously knew I had been feeding her my semen.  I had honestly put it
behind me and had actually come close to forgetting it happened.  But as my
wife and Caitlin sang, memories flooded back of ejaculating in Caitlin's
baby bottle and feeding her spoonfuls of diced pears laced with semen.  By
the time I pulled into the driveway, my hard-on was tenting my jeans
big-time.

   That night I had fitful dreams of holding my weeping cock up to
Caitlin's little pink lips as I shot my come all over her face.  When I
woke up, I was drenched in sweat and feeling more than a little guilty. 
This was my daughter, for god's sake!

   Since I was already up, I rolled out of bed and slipped on my robe.  I
went downstairs to let the dog out and start making breakfast.  While
waiting for the coffee to brew, I heard the shower start running upstairs,
meaning my wife was up and getting ready.  A thump and the sound of running
footsteps meant Caitlin was awake now too, washing her face and brushing
her teeth while her mom was in the shower.

   I retrieved the cereal to get Caitlin's breakfast ready.  When I pulled
the milk out of the refrigerator, I remembered again what Caitlin has asked
yesterday.  All it took was that simple thought and my cock was already
semi-hard while I felt as horny as hell.  All I could think about was
Caitlin swallowing my seed as a baby.

   With shaking hands, I grabbed an empty cereal bowl and the trusty bottle
of olive oil.  I parted my robe slightly and freed my erection from my
boxers.  In no time at all, my palm was lubed with olive oil as I started
jerking off furiously.  I just couldn't help myself.  I had to get relief
and there was nothing that would get me off more than the thought of
feeding Caitlin my come again.

   I was so horny that it took no time at all before I felt the familiar
tingles that signaled my impending orgasm.  My hand ran the length of my
hard cock with urgent strokes.  I was just about to come when I heard the
sound of small feet bounding down the stairs.

   "Good morning, Daddy!" Caitlin beamed as she bounced into the kitchen.
Thankfully, my back was to her as I stood facing the countertop.  My orgasm
struck the second Caitlin entered the kitchen.  It was too late to stop so
I grabbed the empty cereal bowl and squeezed my cock tight as my come
spurted into the bowl in long and ropy strands.

   Behind me, I heard Caitlin pull up a chair to the kitchen table and
start rifling through the newspaper, searching for the comics. 
Shamelessly, I milked my cock for every drop as my five year old daughter
sat not three feet from me.  When I was finally done, I quickly wiped my
hands on my robe and discreetly tucked my penis back inside my boxers.  At
that very moment, my wife entered the kitchen.

   "Good morning, sweetie," she said, stopping to straighten Caitlin's
sleep-tousled hair.  Quickly I grabbed a box of Frosted Flakes cereal and
poured some into the bowl, hiding the puddle of white semen.

   "Um, here you go, Caitlin, dear," I said as I set the bowl of cereal in
front of my daughter.  I handed her a spoon and poured the milk for her.  I
wondered if I looked nervous or suspicious.

   "Thanks, Daddy," Caitlin said.  Her eyes were still glued on the comics
as she picked up her spoon and began eating.  My wife started bustling
about the kitchen, packing her lunch, but I sat down with a cup of coffee
to watch Caitlin eat.  I scanned the bowl of cereal, wondering if she might
notice the foreign substance.

   She suspected nothing at all.  I watched as my daughter, her face puffy
from sleep but bright-eyed and alert, ate her cereal.  With each spoonful
that passed her lips I would imagine my semen, mixed with the milk,
swirling on her pink tongue before slipping down her throat.  I was
unbelievably turned on.

   Caitlin innocently ate every bite of cereal, leaving a bowl half-filled
with milk.  She knew how all the sugar from the Frosted Flakes settled at
the bottom of the bowl so she began stirring the milk with the spoon.  I
watched, enthralled, as Caitlin picked up the bowl and brought it to her
lips.  My cock was hard and poking out of my boxers as I watched my little
girl drink up every drop of the milk, her Adam's apple bobbing as she
swallowed.  Finally, she set the bowl down and wiped her mouth with the
back of her hand.

   Finished with breakfast, Caitlin returned her full attention to the
funny pages.  Nonchalantly, I got up and took her empty bowl.  It was
completely empty except for a few stray drop of milk.  My excitement grew
as I thought of my semen inside my five-year old's tummy.

   So began my recidivism.  I began ejaculating into Caitlin's cereal bowl
as much as four or five times a week.  I often wondered if she would notice
a peculiar taste but I suspect all the sugar effectively masked the flavor
of my semen.

   After a few weeks of this, I started to branch out into other foods as
well.  Caitlin was in kindergarten so she only had a half-day of school
before coming home before noon.  As such it was my duty to make lunch for
her.  It was an easy task to surreptitiously masturbate in the kitchen
while Caitlin watched television, waiting for her lunch.  I flavored
everything from Campbell's soup to sloppy joe sandwiches with my semen and
served it all to my little daughter who ate up every bite.

   About five times each week, Caitlin would eat something laced with my
seed.  Yogurt, mayonnaise in a sandwich, ice cream sundaes... I never got
tired of watching Caitlin eat.  She was particularly fond of white cheddar
macaroni and cheese and this dish proved to be the setting of one of my
favorite episodes.

   I had been covertly mixing my spunk with her macaroni and cheese for
many months but I always took care to stir it up first.  One day, I decided
to be bold.  While Caitlin watched Sesame Street in the living room, I held
a bowl of steaming macaroni and cheese under my cock as I masturbated in
the kitchen.  I came hard and took great care to aim my ejaculate into the
dish.  There were a couple times when I got careless and missed.

   But this time, I had no problem with the aim.  When I finished, I zipped
myself up and examined my handiwork.  Several strands of semen were
stretched across the mound of macaroni, including a rather large puddle in
the center.  However, since it was white cheddar macaroni and cheese, my
milky white semen was somewhat camouflaged.  You couldn't tell something
was out of the ordinary if you just glanced at it.

   My heart beat nervously as I set the bowl on the table and called
Caitlin in for lunch.  She knew I was making her favorite food so she
quickly turned off the TV and ran into the kitchen.  I held my breath as
Caitlin settled herself into her chair and began eating.

   As I hoped, she didn't suspect a thing.  Fascinated, I watched as
Caitlin ate her macaroni and cheese.  She scooped up a spoonful and just
before she popped it in her mouth, I saw the glistening strand of semen
that adorned the macaroni.  It was so hot watching my daughter eat my seed.
Caitlin took another big spoonful but it was too much food.  I stared,
stunned, as Caitlin smacked her lips while a drop of my semen dangled on
the corner of her mouth.

   Before I could do anything, my precious little girl wiped her mouth with
her hand.  I almost fainted with lust as I saw her lick the back of her
hand clean, her cute little pink tongue snatching up the drop of my milky
semen.

   After that, I started regularly serving Caitlin mac and cheese with come
on top whenever the chance was offered (i.e.  when we were home alone).  It
got to the point where I seriously considered filming Caitlin while she ate
her macaroni and cheese.  A personal highlight for me was one weekend when
my wife prepared some macaroni and cheese for Caitlin.  After a few bites,
my eight year old little daughter declared that, "It doesn't taste as good
as when Daddy makes it."

   I was floored.  My daughter wasn't only getting used to the taste of my
semen, she actually preferred it!  In a way it made sense.  I had been
feeding it to her since she was a toddler.  There was a break for a few
years but she had been tasting it almost every day for almost two years.

   I even broke it down statistically.  If I ejaculated one teaspoon of
semen per orgasm and gave this to Caitlin five times a week, that amounted
to a little over sixteen cups of my semen that she had ingested by age
eight.  Sixteen cups!  This wasn't even counting what I slipped into her
baby bottle.  Sometimes I would catch myself in the kitchen, looking at the
measuring cup and imagining sixteen of them filled with my milky white
come, neatly arranged on the kitchen table for Caitlin to come and drink.

   By the time she was nine years old, Caitlin wasn't only the apple of my
eye but she had also reached what I call "the golden age" of girlhood. 
This was my favorite age for little girls.  Every day, I adored Caitlin's
lanky body, slim but not skinny enough to hide her blossoming femininity. I
loved watching her as she pushed her straight blond hair from her pretty
face, tucking a lock of hair behind her ears.  Her chest was flat and her
arms thin but I was completely enamored with her.

   Despite this, I still never touched Caitlin inappropriately. 
Admittedly, I fantasized about it all the time but that was as far as it
went.  When she turned nine, however, some new wrinkles started appearing
in my game.

   Rubbing Caitlin's toothbrush in my semen was fun but the only problem
was I rarely got to watch her brush her teeth.  It was easy to execute
though.  Since I always got up before Caitlin, I just crept into the
bathroom in the early morning to masturbate.  I would ejaculate into the
palm of my free hand and then would take Caitlin's toothbrush and smear the
bristles into the puddle of white fluid in my hand.  Since the bristles
were white, it was impossible to know what had happened.

   I did this for several mornings until I finally got lucky enough to see
Caitlin brush her teeth.  This morning she had left the door open and I
stood outside the bathroom and pretended to have a conversation with her.
All the while, I was watching the toothbrush inside her mouth and imagine
my semen, just fifteen minutes fresh, getting rubbed all over inside
Caitlin's luscious nine year old lips.

   But as I said, I only occasionally tainted Caitlin's toothbrush.  It was
much more exciting and satisfying to feed my young daughter my seed.  This
continued at the same frequency as in past years.

   Things really started getting interesting when Caitlin turned ten years
old.  When she was ten and a half, her breast buds started to sprout. 
There's nothing I like more than a pair of pointy buds protruding from a
young girl's chest.  I was obsessed with her chest and was fixated on the
desire to see her bare chest.

   I schemed and dreamed for weeks with no success.  I knew it was out of
the question to "accidentally" walk in on her when she was showering or
something.  It was around that time when I saw those now ubiquitous online
ads for the tiny "spy cameras." I bought one and secretly installed it in
Caitlin's bedroom.  It took some time to find the perfect spot but the
camera was small enough so that I was able to install it at eye level,
inside a light switch.  Caitlin has a special dimmer switch in her bedroom
and, with some modifications, the camera was unnoticeable inside it.  I
hooked up the output to my computer and was pleased to find it worked
perfectly.  Now I could sit in my den with a perfect view of Caitlin's
bedroom.

   I'll never forget the first time I saw my 10 year old girl naked.  She
had just gotten home from softball practice and was getting ready to
shower. I watched, mesmerized, as she stripped off her clothing.  First she
pulled off her shirt, revealing her training bra underneath.  Next went her
shorts, which unveiled her plain white underwear.  Then it became a blur
because I was too lost in the moment.  One second Caitlin was standing in
her bra and underwear and then she was completely naked.

   Her breast buds were just as I imagined them, tiny pink and pointed
nipples capping a small protrusion of flesh on her otherwise flat chest. 
Her arms and legs were tanned but her chest and pelvic area were a smooth
creamy white.  Her butt was still skinny and childlike but I loved her all
the more for it.  The image between her legs is still burned into my
memory. I had seen her little slit as a baby but now it was completely
different.  Her flat tummy gave way to a puffy mound of flesh, bisected by
a dark line.  A tuft of pubic hair was sprouting between her legs as well.

   I sat frozen in front of my computer for quite some time after Caitlin
had left her bedroom to go shower.  My cock was rock hard and I had quite a
satisfying masturbation session.  I saved the results, of course, to add to
Caitlin's dinner.

   My stories about Caitlin don't end here.  I have quite a few more
adventures to tell from when Caitlin was developing into a young woman.  My
next experiences have to do with Caitlin's first period and her discovery
of instant messaging.  Let me know if you'd like to hear them.

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