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 M/g Incest Pedo.  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.



   Fit Punishment

   By Pedro Feelya



   As a parent, I always tried to make the punishment fit the crime.  I
don't understand parents who spank their children if their child hits
another kid for no reason.  Hitting your child for hitting, makes no sense
to me.  If my daughter hit another child, I wouldn't hit her back or spank
her, I would instead tie her hand behind her back for a couple hours.  If
my daughter left her toys out after being told several times to clean them
up, I would throw them away.  My daughter didn't have to eat vegetables if
she didn't want to, but she would then have to swallow a big nasty vitamin
instead.

   I was devastated when my twelve-year-old daughter was caught shoplifting
some clothes from a store.  I promised the store manager, that this would
never happen again,,, anywhere,,, ever.  I meant it.  He saw how scared she
was, and he believed me.

   When we got home, I explained to my wife what happened, and what I would
do.  I then turned to my daughter.

   "You stole clothes.  Now, for a week, you will not wear any clothes."

   My daughter was already afraid, but now her eyes widened, she stopped
breathing, and her face paled.  I could have grounded her for a week, and
since it was summer vacation she couldn't go anywhere, but that wouldn't
fit the crime.  Now she was equally grounded, but it was because she
wouldn't leave the house naked.  I was proud of myself for having found the
perfect punishment.

   "Take off your clothes."

   First, she pleaded, and then she cried.  Finally, I told her, "You can
take them off, or I will take them off for you."

   My daughter began by take her shoes and socks off first.  Then she began
slowly to pull her t-shirt off.  She lifted her shirt enough that I could
see her flat firm belly, and then slowly she exposed her barely maturing
twelve-year-old breasts.  I hadn't seen her chest in years.  The contrast
of her dark brown nipples on the bright white triangles of untanned skin,
was striking.  Her nipples were going to be big, but with small areolas,
like her mother's.  Her breasts stood out from her ribs only a few inches,
not enough to need a bra yet, but pleasantly curved and with her beautiful
nipples sticking out in small cones.

   As she finished pulling her shirt from her head, her face had colored a
dull red, and she saw me staring at her.  Quickly, she unbuttoned and
unzipped her jeans.  Just as quickly, she bent and slid them down, and
stepped out of them.

   He legs were perfect; I knew that from seeing her in swimming suits. 
Her thighs were long and tan and lean.  When she straightened, I could see
she was wearing bright pink panties that were vaguely see-thru.

   She hesitated, her eyes pleading with me one last time, and then she
hooked her thumbs into the side of the panties, and bent and pulled them
down too.  For just a second, she straightened up in front of me.

   If I had looked away at any time, it wouldn't be an embarrassing
punishment for her, so I stared at the forbidden secrets between her legs.
I thought she would have some dark pubic hair, but the cleft between her
legs was bare.

   For only a second she stood there suffering, and then she bolted and ran
for her room.  It amused me a little.  She was my daughter, and yet she hid
from me like I was a stranger.  Of course, it didn't make a difference to
me if she was naked.  I wasn't going to get turned on.  She is my daughter
after all.

   I know that even though she is only twelve years old, she is already
stunning.  Her long dark, almost black hair, hangs down her back, almost to
her waist, and she always has it in a pony tail.  Her skin deep tans easily
and beautifully.  Her strong chin, sharp nose, and almost oriental cast
eyes, come from the strong western Native American heritage on my side of
the family.  Her stubbornness comes from me too.

   She stayed in her room the rest of the afternoon.  Later that evening,
she came out of her room, wearing a towel.  I calmly walked over, and
pulled it from her as she clung to it.  Again, she ran for her room, her
naked butt bouncing as she streaked from me.



   I work days, and my wife works evenings.  But, our schedules overlap for
an hour so we can always have dinner together.  The next evening I came
home and dinner was on the table as usual.  I called our daughter to the
table.

   "I'm not eating," she called back from her room.

   "You can come sit with us, or we will have dinner in your room." I
always offered unappealing options.  She knew I would move the whole dinner
table into her room.

   I heard her door open, and in a few seconds, she appeared naked in the
dining room doorway.  Her head hung down and she wouldn't look up.  She had
her arms crossed over her small tits, but her waist and pussy were bare.

   Quickly she walked to the table, and sat.  My wife and I started to
serve ourselves and eat.  After a minute, our daughter uncrossed her arms
and reached for a dish.  Her pert bare breasts were exposed above the
table, and I couldn't help but notice them as she stretched and lifted the
heavy dish.  Her nipples were well on their way to being as full as her
mother's.  Her right breast swelled as the muscles under it flexed to lift
the dish.  She saw me looking, but couldn't do anything about it.

   For the rest of the dinner, I tried not to notice her firm beautiful
breasts so much, and she tried not to notice my noticing.  By the end of
dinner, I was becoming uncomfortable myself.

   It's my daughter's chore to rinse the dishes and put them in the
dishwasher.  I usually helped clear the table and take some of the dishes
into the kitchen.

   My daughter got up from the table first, and I tried to concentrate on
my empty plate, rather than have my wife see me ogle at our daughter's
naked body as she walked into the kitchen.  My wife got up next, needing to
get ready for work.  I then stood up, but discreetly had to rearrange my
semi-hard cock in my pants to help conceal it.

   The effect my daughter's lithe sweet body had on me was only natural.  I
had been happily married for eighteen years, which meant that it had been
months since I had sex, and years since I had interesting sex.  My body was
just a little confused and my mind had wandered, that was all.

   I gathered up a few plates and carried them to the kitchen.  My daughter
was at the sink, pressed up tight to the counter.  I set the plates next to
her, trying to block from my brain the sight of her slender sexy body and
her flexed firm round butt.  I turned to go past her, and somehow, the back
of my hand brushed along her bare buttocks.

   She instantly gasped a little.  I don't know that if she had been fully
dressed, that we would have noticed such incidental contact.  As it was,
the back of my hand burned with imaginary heat.

   I decided to leave my daughter alone, and to take a shower, put on my
sweats, and head for the living room.  Normally, after my wife went to
work, I would spend a few hours reading or working on the computer, and
then my daughter would come into the living room to watch her favorite TV
shows.

   That evening, I thought she would pass.  I was surprised, almost
pleasantly so, when she appeared at the doorway.  She was naked, but wasn't
trying to hide it quite so much.  She walked close to me to sit in her
usual recliner, next to mine.  As she passed the couch, she picked up a
pillow.  I figured she would try to hide herself with it, and when she saw
my stern look, she tossed the pillow back.  She then sat and soon she was
involved with her TV programs.

   Sometimes, after the shows, she would put a movie on.  Quite naturally,
she announced as usual that she wanted to watch a movie.  It seemed as
though she had forgotten her discomfort at being naked.  She stood up and
went to the movie player under the TV.  She bent over to pick a movie.

   I know she didn't intend the view she gave me.  She had bent over at her
waist, and her white ass cheeks spread wide.  I was staring directly at her
tan colored puckered little butthole.  Below that, and between her tan
thighs, her white chubby pussy lips bulged down, and I could see a hint of
a pink line between them.

   After a second, my daughter gasped, and twisted to look back at me, and
then squeaked when she saw me staring.  There was no question what I had
been staring at, and what she had exposed of herself, right in my face.

   Instantly she stood up and turned, and I thought she would run, but she
didn't.  She was staring at me, or more precisely, at my lap.  I followed
her gaze down.  In the front of my sweatpants, there was a tall distinct
tower as my cock strained up against the material.

   My daughter may only be twelve years old, but I think she knew something
about what was tenting my sweatpants.  I tried to shift my position in my
chair to adjust my boner, without actually reaching in and grabbing it.  I
looked back up at my daughter, and she still stood, looking at my unsightly
bulge.

   She noticed me looking at her, and instead of running, she walked
quietly back to her chair, forgetting about the movie.  I didn't care about
the movie either, since I was fighting a war between my mind and my base
desires.

   Both my daughter and I continued to pretend to watch the TV, but we
weren't.  My daughter kept glancing over at my erection, and I finally
decided to reach into my sweatpants, and pull it up against my belly and
trap my dick's head under the waist band.  I tried to do it casually, but I
failed.  It seemed my daughter understood exactly what I was doing, and
why. When I looked over at her, she was smiling at me, and it was my face
that burned.

   Something in my daughter had changed.  She slowly stretched with her
hands above her head, purposefully displaying her small breasts as best she
could.  I wish she didn't then catch me staring, but she did.

   Then she ran her hands down her body erotically.  They came together
again just below her belly, and she spread her legs just enough to let her
hands slide up between her legs.  Her legs continued to spread, and her
hands played inside her inner thighs.

   I wanted to tell her to stop, but that would be admitting that I was
being controlled by her, and it would be a victory for her.  I should not
have cared what she was doing, but I was suffering.  It had been too long
since I had sex with my wife's ugly boring body, and my daughter was a
study in innocent sensual perfection.

   Finally, I had enough tormenting temptation.  I squeezed my eyes shut
tight.  I was about to order her to stop, and give her victory over me,
when I heard her stand up.

   "Goodnight daddy, I'm going to bed."

   I opened my eyes to see her step toward me.  She then stopped right in
front of me and bent over to give me a kiss.  I lifted my cheek, but she
missed a little.  She kissed the corner of my mouth, and held the kiss. 
Then I felt her hand wrap around my hard cock trapped in my sweats.  She
firmly squeezed it firmly for a moment, then broke her kiss, and turned and
pranced from the room.

   That night I took another shower and masturbated furiously to the memory
of my wanton daughter's sexy body and motions.



   The next day, when I got home from work, I again called my daughter for
dinner.  She appeared again, naked, but not nearly so self-conscious.  She
sat at the table, but didn't seem to notice the glances I tried to hide
from her.  Now that I saw her as a sexy young goddess, my cock hardened and
wouldn't go down.

   After the dinner, I helped clear the dishes.  In the kitchen, safe from
my wife's eyes, I impulsively decided to get revenge for my daughter
groping my cock the night before.  As I passed her, I dropped my hand and
got a handful of one firm plump butt cheek.  I gave it a gentle squeeze. 
My daughter jumped and squeaked, and I walked away as though nothing
happened.

   That evening, my daughter came into the family to watch TV at her usual
time.  Without my wife there, all of my daughter's movements seemed staged
and sensual, as though she were purposefully trying to turn me on.  I had
been half hard since dinner, and now my cock quickly came to full
attention.

   After she turned the TV on manually, she came to stand directly in front
of me.  I put away the book I wasn't reading.

   "You shouldn't have touched me like that.  That was very wrong of you,"
she announced primly.

   I felt a little crushed.  She was right.  I definitely shouldn't have
grabbed my daughter's butt like that.

   "You should be punished too," she continued.  "You should be naked
also."

   Before I could even consider it, she reached down and was tugging at my
sweat pants.  I did feel terribly guilty.  Maybe that was why I lifted my
hips and let her yank my sweatpants down.  My cock sprang free and slapped
my belly, before standing embarrassingly proudly straight up in the air, as
I lay back in the recliner.

   My daughter stared at it, mesmerized, but reached down and mechanically
reached for my sweatshirt.  She had planned this and was following her
successful plan.  She pulled my shirt off and threw it to the side too.

   I now sat naked, fully erect, embarrassed, and horny as hell.  I stared
up at my daughter.  Was she going to jump on me and start fucking me?  My
fear was also my secret forbidden fantasy.

   Instead, she sat down in her recliner beside me.  Sit, is just a general
description.  Her legs splayed wide and her hand was between them.  I could
see a small line of pink as she idly stroked the outside lips of her bare
hairless pussy.

   My daughter was pretending to watch TV, but badly.  She spent more time,
studying my exposed and stiff cock.  It pulsed and jumped occasionally, as
she made exceptionally erotic moves.

   I was shocked when she suddenly twisted and sat sideways in her chair.
Her feet fell across my lap, one ankle on either side of my upright cock.

   "Why does your penis stand up like that?"

   "I don't know," I lied.  It was the only sane thing I could do.

   My daughter was not nearly satisfied with that answer.  She bounced up
in her recliner, and then bounced over to mine without hitting the floor.

   Now her legs straddled my thighs as she almost sat in my lap, with my
cock standing up between us.

   "I know what sex is," she announced to me.

   I seriously doubted that, but I didn't know what to say to this vigorous
naked young girl so dangerously close to my sinister manhood.

   "It starts with kissing." She leaned forward and slammed her face into
mine, firmly and a little painfully.  Her mouth was pressed up to mine, and
she was sucking, but obviously didn't know what else to do.

   My intellect screamed that she shouldn't know what sex was, and she
shouldn't learn it on top of me.  But, my body instinctively responded to a
passionate kiss by kissing back.  As soon as I sucked back, and my lips
matched up with hers, she melted into me, trapping my cock between our
bodies.  My intellect drowned and was lost in burning sensations.

   As I kissed the hot lithe female creature straddling my body, she
learned quickly, and gave as much pleasure as I tried to give her.  In some
tiny corner of my brain, I realized this was my daughter, but that just
seemed to fuel the intense perverse wantonness.  It had been too long since
I had been desired, or had any sexual release.

   I think we were both acting out of animal instinct by that point.  As my
daughter pressed her body to mine, I felt soft hot flesh slide up the shaft
of my cock.  And then she slid back down.  She began sliding her pussy up
and down the shaft of my cock caught between us.  I could feel hot wetness
on my cock and knew that her pussy lips had parted and my cock was plowing
up and down inside her forbidden valley.

   We were still kissing passionately, mindlessly, when I reached up to
grab her hips and pull her off of me.  As soon as I grabbed her hips and
froze her in mid movement, I felt an overwhelming sense of loss and
abandonment.  I would sell my soul just to feel her pussy lips slide over
the shaft of my cock just once more.

   I couldn't help it.  I pulled her hips forward, and then let her sink
back again.  And again.  And again.  Soon I was moving her in a steady
rhythm that was leaving us both breathless.

   My daughter began to grunt, and then whine.  She was flexing her hips,
pumping herself, as I pumped her against my body.

   Suddenly, I erupted.  I didn't realize how close I was, until it was too
late.  My cock throbbed powerfully, and I felt hot semen burn inside it.  I
didn't realize how turned on I was, and I couldn't hold it back, it had
been too long.  My cock continued to pulse and throb.

   Then I felt the heat and then coldness of wet liquid between our bodies.
I had cum all over my stomach, and my daughter's.  She pulled back in
surprise and looked down at the gooey white mess that clung to her.

   Now I truly felt ashamed.  The lowest I have ever been in my life.  Not
only had I performed a sexual act with my daughter, but I had ejaculated
prematurely.  I almost couldn't tell which disgusted me most.

   My daughter didn't understand of course.  She didn't know what to
expect. I still felt emasculated and impotent.  I felt blood and heat rush
to my face, and I choked down an apology.  I had to do something.

   I stood, still holding her hips, and she clutched at me.  I then turned
and lowered her onto her back, onto the recliner.  She looked stunned and
confused.

   "Stay here.  Don't move, I'll be right back," I muttered.

   I walked quickly to the bathroom and got some washcloths.  As I walked
back to my little girl, I wiped my semen off my own chest and stomach.

   My daughter lay back in the recliner, just as I had left her.  I knelt
in front of her and between her legs.  Gently I began to wipe my gooey
semen off her belly.

   I couldn't help but see her pussy, now bright red from its rubbing
against my cock.  She hadn't had any satisfaction from me.  I had failed as
a man, and she would always remember her first time this way.  It messed
heavily with my principles.

   Her pussy was wide open.  She didn't have the ugly inner pussy lips of
an overly used older woman.  Her clitoris still hid inside its hood,
lighter pink than the rest of her valley.  In the bottom of the valley was
a darker red region where I knew that her precious intimate tunnel was
buried.

   I had to make it up to my daughter.  She deserved more pleasure for what
she had given me.  It was so easy to lean over and kiss the mound of her
pussy.  I felt her body stiffen under my hands.  I had to show her how
wonderful love could be.  Her first experience with a man sould not be a
confusing and disappointing one.

   I buried my face between her thighs, and licked strongly from the bottom
of her valley up to the hooded button at the top.

   My daughter cried out and her thighs slammed together on my head.  I
would have thought she didn't like it, except that her fingers were buried
in my hair and pulling my head tightly to her pussy, with all her strength.


   I didn't need any more encouragement than that.  I began to feast with
all the skill I knew.  I stuck my tongue down into her shallow tunnel, and
nibbled at her sensitive clitoris.  She howled quietly, and began wiggling
her hips violently, almost sucking at my face.

   She came.  There is no other description for it.  I didn't know a twelve
year old girl could cum.  She began to spasm and shake uncontrollably.  I
continued to push her, trying to make it last as long as possible.

   Finally she pushed me away.

   I had redeemed myself as a man, but condemned myself as a father.  I had
given my daughter her first orgasm, and possibly her first multiple orgasm.
Her naked body stretched obscenely before me, heaving and glowing, with her
legs again spread wide.

   I had lost some of my erection before, after my premature malfunction,
but I was painfully erect now.  I stood up and leaned over my daughter's
sexually stimulated body.  Her eyes were closed and I hoped she was
savoring the endorphins that flooded her brain.  On impulse, I bent my head
down and began to suckle on her partially mature nipples.

   I could feel her arch her back, pressing her breasts to my mouth.  After
enjoying each nipple, I looked up into her open eyes.

   She was looking back at me, hungry for more already.  I was hungry too.
I positioned myself over her, and laid my hard thick cock into the crease
of her slobbery wet pussy.  I would again rub my cock against her valley of
Eden.  My daughter moaned, and flexed her hips, anticipating my thrusting
against her.

   I began moving slowly, and ineffectually.  I realized that to press my
cock into the folds of her small pussy, I would have to lay my body firmly
onto hers.

   She did not object, and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me
tighter.  I began to pump against her, as though I was pumping into her. 
She tilted her head back and gazed, unfocused, at nothing.  Her throat made
sounds that were unnatural, but incredibly stimulating.

   I was in heaven, and in hell.  Ten years of boring, unfulfilling sex
with my wife was being drowned by an incomplete coupling with my own
daughter.  I was both the happiest and most disgusted person on the planet.
Yet, I was also trying to get and give the maximum pleasure for both of us.
I was drawing my full length of my cock in and out of my daughter virgin
crease, pressing hard, and trying desperately to control myself from
cumming too easily.  It was hard enough trying to keep from pulling back
too far, and accidentally slipping into her hole.

   My daughter screamed in real pain, and I froze.  My cock was now
painfully compressed and being strangled.  I lifted my body from her,
afraid that I had crushed her, and looked down between us.  The head of my
cock was not visible.  My shaft disappeared between her legs.

   With shock and disbelief, I realized what had happened.  She had shifted
her hips, and I had been pulling back too far.  I had impaled myself inside
her.  I had taken my own daughters virginity.

   I was still frozen, with my throbbing cock deep inside my daughter.

   "It hurts," she whined, confused and not understanding.

   "God, I'm sorry.  It always hurts the first time.  I am so sorry.  I
didn't mean to do this." I started to pull my cock back out, but my
daughter went wild and began to claw painfully at my back.  It hurt her too
much for me to pull out, and I didn't know what to do.

   Slowly I eased back into her, just enough that the skin on the outside
of my cock didn't slide.

   "Oh my God!" she gasped suddenly.  "That felt good!" she moaned.

   I flexed again, moving only half an inch.

   My daughter whined again, but in a completely different octave.  I had
hurt her, accidentally, but now I could maybe make up for it.  That is, if
I could keep from cumming too soon in my own daughter's vagina.  My mind
spun and I knew that I was sliding in and out of insanity.

   Still, I continued to pump slowly.  Sometimes half an inch, and
sometimes an inch.  My twelve year old non-virgin daughter was gasping and
wailing underneath me.  I was forcing pleasures on her that she should not
experience for another six years.

   I was inside her anyway, and going to make the most of it, for her
benefit.  I continued to make short strokes, but then I felt the skin of my
cock slide in her painfully tight grip.  She was well lubricated with her
own fluids.  I thought she would feel pain, and maybe she did, but it was
hard to tell by her wails that were only interrupted by her gasping.

   Now, I really started losing my mind, literally.  The pain of my cock
wanting to explode with cum, the pain of her tiny pussy squeezing it, and
the pain of a decade of unfulfilling sex and impossible fantasies, it was
all too much.  I was going to hell, and to prison, so I might as well make
the most of the ride.

   I began to pump into my own daughter's frail body, her sexy tight eager
little body.  So much sexual relief I needed, and now I could not hold
myself back.  I thrust in, long and hard.

   If I hurt my little baby, I wasn't sure.  I wasn't sure if I could have
stopped.  But all I could hear was her wailing, and not crying.  I tore my
pleasure from her, but there was enough for both of us; more than enough.

   I felt the urge come upon me, from the deepest, most primal part of my
brain.  I coursed down my spine, and gathered itself in my lower back. 
Then it surged forward, forcing my hips forward as well.  I buried myself
deep between my daughter's slender thighs, and held my cock firmly against
the far end of her virginal tunnel.  I heard myself wail also.

   My cock seemed to swell, before a massive throb, and the pain was
exquisite.  I felt my incestuous sperm force its way into my daughter's
womb, filling her completely.  It seemed as though every muscle deep inside
her was squeezing, trying to trap and hold my seed.

   I know my daughter felt all this.  Her fingers had been clawing at my
back, but now they dug in and she was lifting her entire body off the
recliner.  Her face was the mask of a demon.  She did not breathe, but her
mouth opened in a scream that only the angels could hear.

   I have loved many women, and married the best I could find among them,
but they were absolutely nothing.  In my own child, I found a satisfaction
so deep, it would change me forever.  No other lover could begin to
compare. I could only begin to pray that she could feel some tiny echo of
the love I felt at that moment.

   The moment of ecstasy lasted less than a minute, and more than an
eternity.  But, it did end.  As the endorphins faded, everything I had done
wrong crashed into me, and it was too much to handle.  I laid my daughter's
barely conscious body back down on top the recliner, and then collapsed
with her one leg pinned under me, and my still hard cock still firmly
planted inside her tight body.

   I was sure my life was over, and even if nothing happened, I could not
live without making love to my daughter again.
   Then quietly, I heard her whisper, "I'm never wearing clothes again."