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 M/g Pedo.  Incest Cons.



   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and
completely imaginary.  Reality can never feel this good.  In prison, child
molesters are used as human toilets.



   Dr.  Daddy 1

   By Pedro Feelya



   "Daddy," my ten year old daughter stood uncomfortably before me and
whined in her most pathetic voice, "my tummy hurts."

   Something told me, by the way she acted, that it was more serious than
just a minor childhood tummy ache.

   It was my job to fix everything around the house.  My wife wasn't the
brightest star in the sky.  Besides, she had already gone to her job,
working the evening shift at the chemical plant.  So, it was my job to play
Doctor Daddy.

   "How does it hurt baby?" I showed deep concern.  Normally she didn't
like me to call her "baby".

   "I feel all yucky and my tummy is really full."

   I suspected a simple diagnosis.  "When was the last time you pooped?"

   It must have been serious otherwise my daughter would have been too
embarrassed or disgusted to let me even say `poop'.

   "I can't," she admitted.  Her painful discomfort was obvious.

   I nodded seriously, acting as much like a professional doctor as
possible.  "Well, you probably have constipation with an impacted stool
obstruction in your bowels." I enjoyed using the big words to impress her.

   My daughter's eyes grew desperately wide and it looked like she would
start crying.  "Can you fix it?" she whined, frightened.

   I smiled reassuringly.  I could easily have given her a stool softener
or a laxative, and waited a couple of hours, but what fun would that be?

   My bratty daughter had been getting quite an attitude lately, and I
welcomed the chance to knock her down a notch.  It would be an interesting
evening after all.

   I looked seriously into my ten year old daughter's eyes.  "I think I can
fix it, and we won't have to go to the hospital, but it's going to be
really messy, and you have to really trust me.  Go up to my bathroom, and
I'll get some stuff and be right there."

   My daughter looked relieved, and hurried up to the master bathroom.  I
went to find a couple dark towels, and the container of Vaseline petroleum
jelly.

   In the master bathroom, I sat down on the edge of the bathtub.  "Okay,"
I tried to sound as much like a doctor as possible, "take off your
clothes."

   I wasn't being a pervert or torturing her unnecessarily.  My daughter
had constipation a lot when she was too young to remember, and this
treatment had always been horrible messy.  I considered making her stand in
the bathtub.

   "My clothes?" she blurted out in disbelief, her pain momentarily
forgotten.

   "This is going to be messy." I explained as she hesitated.  "Or do you
want to go to the hospital?  Besides, I'm your father.  It's okay to be
undressed in front of me.  I've seen you naked a thousand times."

   I could see my daughter reluctantly make up her mind.  She reached down
and pulled her pants down, and then stood back up.  I smiled to see that
she wore cute bright pink panties.  She saw me looking and frowned in
precocious disapproval.

   My ten year old daughter then pulled her t-shirt off in a single fluid
motion.  Except for a couple accidental flashes, I hadn't seen my daughter
naked in several years.  I didn't think her chest would be any different
from a boy's.  With her standing only a step away, I was surprised to see
that she had developed.  Her tiny titties were definite cones that stood
straight out from her chest, and they were tipped with proportionate light
pink nipples.  It hit me that my little girl wasn't going to be an innocent
and ignorant child soon.  I felt something stir deep inside me that
shouldn't have been there.

   My daughter had grown into a beautiful young girl.  Her blond hair was
always combed and sometimes curled.  She always tried to dress nice, and
somewhat sexy.  Her long slender legs were often bare and her nicely
rounded butt was usually covered with tight short shorts or a short
mini-skirt.  When she wore a swimsuit, she was a little stunning.

   My daughter's shirt fell to the floor and too slowly I tore my eyes from
her nipples to look into her face.  My daughter seemed insecure and
self-conscious.  I knew she didn't like me staring at her barely developed
breasts, so I dropped my gaze lower.  I could also see that her normally
flat stomach was bulging and distended painfully.

   "I know this is embarrassing, but I promise I can make it all better
really soon," I spoke softly to reassure her, "but you have to take off
your underwear." I might have been a little turned on, but I was also
deeply enjoying her embarrassment and discomfort.  I didn't often get a
chance to humble my own bratty daughter.

   My daughter hesitated too long, and she looked toward the door.  Then
her face winced in pain, and she realized she didn't have much choice. 
Relenting and submitting, she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her
panties, and bent over to pull them down.  As she stood back up, she turned
a little, hiding her private parts from me.

   "Come here," I told her as I draped a dark towel over my lap.  She
stepped forward and understood as I motioned, that she would need to lie
across my lap as though I was going to spank her.  As soon as her slender
naked body was sprawled across my lap, and she was as comfortable as she
could be, I scooped some Vaseline onto my pinky finger.

   Gently I pulled one cute ass cheek aside, and I leaned over to look down
at her tiny light brown pinched anus.  Delicately, I touched the Vaseline
directly onto her hole.  She squeaked loudly and a shiver ran through her
body.  I tried to concentrate on only what I was doing, but uncomfortable
feelings were warming my blood.

   I rubbed the Vaseline around her hole, generously lubricating it, until
she relaxed a little.  Then I pressed my pinky firmly against her brown
little butt hole.  She immediately tensed up and her whole body went rigid.


   "You have to relax," I instructed, "try pushing like you are trying to
poop."

   It took her a second to work up the nerve to try to poop on me, but she
then grunted and began to push.  Much more easily, the tip of my pinky
popped into her anus, and she let out a whoosh of air.  I was breathing a
little fast myself.

   "Does that hurt?" I asked.

   "No.  It feels better though.  Maybe I can poop now."

   I knew she was lying.  I worked my finger in deeper and encountered a
hard rough rock like surface.  "Not likely," I told her.  "It feels like a
concrete brick in there."

   My daughter stopped pushing suddenly, and the muscles of her anus
clamped down on my finger, holding it firmly.

   "You have to keep on pushing.  I am going to try and loosen it."

   She inhaled deeply and strained, and my finger was freed to explore her
tight hot tunnel again.  I continued to work my finger around her insides,
stretching the nerve clustered inner wall around the solid poop,
stimulating her colon.  I tried to suppress feelings I shouldn't have, but
I couldn't help but feel the sexual significance of the situation.

   My daughter had been holding her breath, but then she began a strained
whine that descended into a low moan.  She began to grunt as sensations
coursed through her nervous system, making her small tight body flinch.

   Next I pulled my pinky free and stuck in my long middle finger.  I
couldn't help but feel a sexual thrill run through me because of the
sensation of her hot wet tightness grasping at my finger.  I continued to
massage the inside of her colon, and slip my finger past the stone hard
poop.  She continued to moan and grunt, freely now.  I couldn't block out
or ignore the sounds she made, as she sounded like she was having intense
sex.

   This had all gone too far, and I was sweating nervously.  I carefully
pulled my middle finger free from my ten year old daughter's anus.  Gently
I grasped her arm with my clean hand and helped her to stand.

   "Alright," I announced, "you can try to poop now.  Use the toilet." The
toilet was in plain view from where I sat, and my daughter would normally
never have considered letting me watch her.

   Maybe with what she had just been through, it didn't even occur to her,
considering all that I had already seen.  She walked a little wobbly to the
toilet and sat.  There she gritted her teeth and strained, but there was no
reassuring plop.

   "You still need a little help." I suggested.

   I then went to the closet and dug back in some shelves and pulled out an
old rubber enema bag.  I ran water in the sink until it was warm, and then
filled the bag with water and some liquid soap.  I returned to sit at the
edge of the bathtub, again putting myself at eye height with her.

   "Okay, it's ready." I motioned toward her.

   My daughter had been watching warily, and got up from the toilet and
walked toward me, looking very frightened of the contraption.

   "Relax," I smiled at her while trying not to look at her slender naked
body, "this is going to be fun.  Turn around and bend over."

   My daughter didn't believe me, that was obvious, and she didn't like the
idea of again presenting all her female parts to me either.  After she gave
me the nasty look though, she turned around, bent over, and grabbed her
ankles.

   Up until now I had been able to keep myself somewhat detached, imagining
myself being a doctor, and trying to act like one.  But now, faced with her
vulnerable butt hole, and two finger sized labia lips caught between her
thighs, I couldn't even keep centered in my mind that this was my own
daughter I was looking at.  I had tried to ignore how my cock might be
acting, inside my pants, but now I felt it throb as it grew.  I inhaled
deeply.

   The enema bag was attached to a rubber tube ending in a thin plastic
cylinder, with holes in it to let the water out.  I had to push the plastic
enema attachment into my ten year old daughter's beautiful naked butt hole.
She only stiffened a little as the tube slid into her perfectly tight
little anus.  I could imagine what sensations the tube could have felt. 
The heat in my groin grew as my cock came to full hard.

   I raised the bag and released the valve.

   "ooohhh" she cooed as warm liquid filled her anal canal.  She wasn't
making this easier on me.  I desperately tried to distract myself while the
water filled her.  I kept the bag low, since I didn't want to hurt her, and
after a minute I shut the valve and pulled it free from her ass, dripping
only a little on the floor.  My cock throbbed.

   "Now stand up and dance around." I had said it without thinking.  But
then, thinking about it, I really did desire to see her dance naked.  I
felt my cock strain against my pants.

   "What?" She turned around to face me.  The sight of her naked body fully
presented to me stunned me a little.  "You want me to what?"

   "Dance around.  You have to make the water go everywhere inside you, and
it has to soften your poop.  But, don't let any water leak out!"

   "I'm not going to dance!  I'll go to my bathroom." she took a stance and
crossed her arms over her pink nipples.

   "No, you'll leak poopy water all across the carpet.  Just wiggle around
and jump up and down a little, but don't let the water leak out."

   My ten year old daughter wiggled her butt experimentally.  Then she
wiggled some more and bounced a little.

   By now I was seriously turned on, more than I had ever been since I
married her mother.  I couldn't control it.  I knew that it was my daughter
I was looking at, but my cock that was caught painfully in my pants didn't
understand.  I was overwhelmed by how illicit the whole situation had
become.  I knew I was going to have to masturbate soon, to relieve my
burning needs.  For now I could only mentally record the object of my
forbidden lust.

   My daughter caught me staring at her as she had begun to dance, but,
despite everything I knew to be wrong, I couldn't look away.  I don't know
what look was on my face, but I was surprised that she didn't seem
offended. She paused, rebelliously set her jaw, and then began to really
dance, showing moves that she must have learned from TV.

   After a few minutes of sweet torture, overwhelmed and dumbfounded on
several levels, couldn't trust myself to take anymore.  I announced that
she could go use the toilet.  My cock was screaming in agony, straining at
the fabric of my pants.

   As my ten year old daughter turned toward the toilet, I stood quickly to
use the opportunity to open my pants and pull my hard cock from its
painfully trapped position, and adjust it so it wouldn't show.  Relieved, I
began to turn back and looked up.  My daughter's face stared through the
reflection of a large mirror at me.

   My ten year old daughter had only taken two steps and was standing,
frozen in place.  She had plainly seen what I did, and why I needed to do
it.  I could not read the expression puzzled across her face, but I knew
that she understood at least some of what my hard-on meant.  I could tell
that she now realized that this wasn't simply about her needing to poop.

   I think she was about to say something when some water squirted out her
ass, and onto the tile floor.  She squeaked loudly and ran to the toilet,
leaving little brown puddles along the way.  Her butt had hardly hit the
seat when I heard a small soft explosion.  I knew that the enema had done
its job.  I got out a wash rag and began to clean the puddles of brown
water on the floor.  While I was busy, my daughter finished, wiped herself
all over, and flushed the toilet.

   Truly embarrassed, she came over to where I was on my hands and knees,
and stood squarely before me.  She said, "I can do that."

   I looked up and was eye level with the white cleft folds of her pristine
virginal pussy.  "No.  You're not done yet.  Dance some more." I had some
experience with enemas.

   She looked at me for a moment, considering something, and then she began
to dance again.  Only now she danced for me, showing off her body, letting
me look all I wanted.  I couldn't help but smile from ear to ear to see her
doing her special dance moves, naked, right in front of me.

   But then she must have felt something in her plumbing.  I didn't need to
tell her to use the toilet again, she felt it, and scooted for the toilet.
There was a lesser explosion and I finished up cleaning the floor.

   After a minute she came back to me where I sat on the floor.  "Am I done
now?"

   "I don't know, I can check." I know I lied.  I was still incredibly
turned on.  I didn't want it to end.

   I stood up and my daughter's eyes went straight to the bulge in my
crotch, looking to see something.  I sat down on the edge of the bathtub
again, and again pulled the towel across my lap.  My daughter stepped up to
me and lay down across my lap.  I noticed that her arm slid across my
crotch exploring the hardness she felt there.

   I don't know when my interest in feeling my daughter's insides left the
objective parental concern, and became a sick self-serving burning need for
gratification.  I scooped a large amount of Vaseline on my long finger.  I
studied the perfect tanned skin of her back as I gently ran the fingers of
my free hand down it until they reached the white untanned bottom, a white
triangle that highlighted the perfect semi-spheres of her buttocks.  With
that hand, I again grasped one small tight cheek and spread open her
valley. I looked more intently and saw that her anus was pink and slightly
distended now.

   I wiped the Vaseline directly onto her sore anus.  Then I began to
massage with that large finger.  She began to shiver slightly, but I didn't
think it was from fear or cold.  I then gently pressed into her hole and
found that my finger slid in easily.

   My daughter inhaled deeply as my finger slid all the way in, and then
let out her breath in a long sigh.  I wanted to build on that feeling, so I
began to slowly stroke in and out.  I was rewarded as she began to whimper
and her breath quickened and caught often.

   I also explored with my finger, mostly to massage her insides for
maximum stimulation.  I didn't feel any poop, and I didn't expect to.  In
fact, she had relaxed so much that I began to play with my forefinger on
the entrance to her rectum while my long finger continued its slow pumping
and wiggling.

   Slowly, I pressed with my forefinger and it slid into her also.  She
cried out as her hole stretched to accommodate both fingers.  I went
slowly, letting her muscles relax as she whimpered loudly and passionately.
The sounds she made were unmistakable.  She was enjoying this as much as I
would if I were pumping my cock into her instead of my fingers.  It felt
too good to make her whimper, squirm, and cry out.  My cock was screaming
in agony, needing release, and I was taking out its frustrations on her.

   Then I did something I really shouldn't have.  I had been pumping into
her with my first two fingers, and they were reaching their full depth, and
I felt soft flesh brush against the knuckles of my other two fingers. 
Almost in spite, I then straightened those two fingers.

   Everything was lubed in Vaseline and fluids, and my other fingers slid
into the folds of her immature pussy, sliding along the length of her
labia, rubbing the entire way.

   My ten year old daughter shouted out in surprise and thrust forward away
from my hand, and then just as strongly thrust back, impaling her ass again
and firmly seating my bottom two fingers along the length of her pussy.  A
full body convulsion rippled through her from her pussy to her neck.  I
felt her body begin to stiffen as she sobbed loudly.

   It felt like she was having an orgasm, and she was still having it.  I
began to thrust my hand into her wildly while firmly stroking the length of
the valley of her pussy with my other fingers.  My daughter stiffened like
a board and I would not have know what was going on except that she was
half grunting and half wailing her ecstasy

   Suddenly she surged forward and off of my hand.  She continued to shake
slightly and whimper softly and she slumped across my lap.  I assumed she'd
had enough.  Looking at her that way, she seemed so frail and vulnerable.
Now that the heat of the moment was fading, I realized what I was doing,
and what I should have done as her father.

   Suddenly, what I had done slammed through me.  I didn't even think my
ten year old daughter could orgasm.  Now I had masturbated my own daughter
to an orgasm.  Her asshole would be sore for days.  What if she told her
mother?  Would she tell her friends what happened?  I was supposed to be
helping her.  Instead I raped her.

   Guilt flowed through me like ice water, and I wanted to run away very
fast.

   "Okay, you're fine," I pronounced.

   I lifted my daughter to her feet and she stood there, wobbly.  I quickly
turned on the shower and pushed her in.  Then I washed my hands, and went
down to the study to hide and read a book.







   An interesting thought: "If porn has anything to do with reality, men
would only be able to have sex with beautiful porn stars who want it in the
ass and on their face."-Pedro Feelya



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