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 I wish I could stop writing this crap, but the Demon-sha won't stop gnawing
my mind and tearing at my soul.



   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.



   I'm Sorry

   By Pedro Feelya



   It was dark in my room when I woke up.  I didn't know why I had woken
up; and then I heard my dad sniff.  I could tell that he had been crying
again.  He sometimes comes to my room and just stands there, watching me. I
wish I could say something to make him feel better, but I always just
pretend to be asleep.

   I wished I could help daddy, but I'm only nine and I don't know what I
can do to help.  Usually daddy just watches me, says, "I'm sorry," and then
leaves.

   Tonight he came to my bed and stood real close.  Then he sat down on the
edge of the bed.  I was lying on my tummy, so daddy began to stroke my
hair. I love it when he brushes my hair for me.

   "I'm sorry," he choked, and then he began sobbing.  I never understood
why he said he was sorry so much.  He wouldn't talk about it.

   I love my daddy, but ever since mom died, he sometimes cries at night. I
don't cry for mom, and the skyatrist says that's okay, but I didn't tell
the skyatrist the real reason I don't cry.  Mom was always angry and mean.
She would yell at me and slap my hands until dad came home.  Then he would
stand up for me and mom would start yelling at him instead.

   One day dad came home and went upstairs to find mom.  Then he freaked
out and started hollering.  The police came.  I overheard one of the
policemen say something about how mom slipped her wrists, and that she left
a nasty note saying how bad my daddy was.



   Daddy was still stroking my hair.  It's really long and goes halfway
down my back, but then he began to rub my back too, over my nightshirt.  I
like that.  He would run his fingers all the way down my back to my waist.
I know he was crying and all, but I still hummed because it felt good. 
That made daddy sob a little less.  I would do anything to make him stop
crying.

   I didn't want dad to stop, and I guess he didn't want to either.  He put
both hands on my shoulders and began to rub me gently.  I really like that,
and I stretched my neck out as far as I could.

   Daddy then began to move his hands down my back, rubbing my sides. 
Normally I am a little ticklish, but not tonight.

   When daddy got to my butt, I thought he would stop, but he didn't.  He
began sobbing again, as he began massaging my butt.  He had never done that
before, but I didn't really mind.  It felt really good, but daddy murmured,
"I'm sorry" again.

   Mrs.  Walker, my third grade teacher, had taught us all to say stop and
tell someone if a stranger touched us where they weren't supposed to.  But
this was my daddy, and I love my daddy.  And I didn't want him to stop. 
Then daddy kept rubbing down my legs, and I relaxed.

   When daddy reached the end of my nightshirt, I wondered if he would
stop. He seemed to be feeling better.  Then he did something that really
surprised me.  He moved down a little, and then pulled my shirt up most of
the way.  He started crying really badly then.  "I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry."

   If the light had been on, then daddy would have been able to see my
underwear, but it was too dark to see anything.  I decided that it really
didn't matter anyway, since he was my daddy.

   He reached up under my shirt and began to massage my shoulders and I
relaxed again.  This seemed to make daddy feel better too.  I didn't have
anything to worry about, he just wanted to give me a better massage.

   He did a really good job this time, and it felt really good, and I
hummed a lot.  I liked the feel of his hands on my bare skin.  It made me
feel really warm inside.

   Daddy kept working his hands down until he reached my waist again.  I
remembered that he had rubbed my butt really well through my shirt, and I
wondered if he would rub my butt through my underwear.

   I stiffened up a little when he slid his fingers into the waist of my
underwear.  He was going to take them off.  Then I decided he just wanted
to rub my butt like he did my back, without any clothes in the way.

   This was naughty, I knew it, but it was also exciting.  Daddy pulled my
underwear all the way off, and my butt was uncovered to the cool air.  He
then began to massage my butt cheeks and it felt as good as I thought it
would.  Then daddy's fingers went where they shouldn't.

   I wanted to say something, but then daddy sobbed, "I'm sorry" and he
began crying again.

   I loved him so much, I didn't feel bad about what he was doing.  I even
relaxed and began to enjoy it.  He was digging with his fingers softly in
the crack between my legs, where my pee comes from.  It was so intense.  I
had rubbed myself often, but this felt ten times better.  I couldn't help
it, I hummed really loud and my voice shook.

   Then daddy stopped.  I almost whined in disappointment.  But then daddy
started moving.  I was afraid he would leave now, and I still wanted to
help him if I could.

   Daddy wasn't leaving.  He was climbing onto the bed with me.  He was
actually climbing over me.  I wouldn't have felt strange if we were
wrestling, but suddenly I felt nervous.

   Daddy began really sobbing hard now, and crying so hard I felt drops on
my back.  I felt really sad and wanted to do anything to help him.  I felt
horrible because I couldn't think of anything I could do to help him.

   Then I felt something poke me!  Down there!

   Daddy's hands were on both sides of me.  I knew that boys had penis's,
but all the statues I ever say showed limp little finger things.  This was
something hard.  I had heard that when I man saw a naked woman, he could
get hard.

   Was daddy's penis hard?  What was he going to do with it?  Was he going
to put it in my little hole?

   For a moment, I panicked, and then I felt the tears on my back again. 
It was my Daddy was doing this.  It was probably something he needed really
badly.  If he wanted to do something scary and adult to me, that was okay.

   I wiggled my hips and spread my legs a little, trying to get the hard
object in where I thought the right spot was.  For a moment, it felt good.
It felt right.

   Then daddy cried out, "I'm sorry!" and pushed hard.

   Something popped into me.  I thought he split my body right up the
middle.  I screamed, but silently.  I pressed my face deep into my pillow
and stuffed part of it in my mouth.  I screamed, but I hoped daddy didn't
hear me.  I tried to swallow my whole pillow, the pain was so bad.

   My body was frozen like a board.  Daddy was whining and sobbing, almost
senselessly.  "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry", over and over
again.

   Daddy had hurt me, badly, but I loved him so much.  It was easy to
remember all the times he had saved me from mother.  This was just body
pain, not as bad as the years of having mommy hurt my feelings.  It was
easy to remember how much I loved my daddy.

   He started to pull back.  I knew he was sorry he had done this, and he
was going to stop.  I couldn't let him.  If he wanted this, then I wanted
to give it to him.  I pushed back quickly.

   Again, pain exploded inside me, but I was ready this time.  I clenched
my teeth on my pillow and held my breath.  It wasn't as bad, but it was
still bad.

   Daddy stopped.  He paused.  Then he lowered his weight into me again. 
Pushing me back into the bad wasn't so bad.  But he continued to push, and
that was agony.  I bucked my hips involuntarily.  It felt better.  The
sudden pain was better than the long pain.

   Daddy pulled back suddenly and pushed back in.  It hurt less this time.
Maybe I was getting used to it.  I gasped for breath and was able to take a
quick deep gasp.

   Daddy was still sobbing, and repeating, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm
sorry", but he started to rock his hips back and forth.  I concentrated on
breathing, and remembering how much my daddy loved me, and I loved him.

   Daddy was thrusting his hard thing into me like he was pumping me up. 
Somehow I was able to sort of forget about the pain down there, and feel
the other stuff.

   I could feel his hips rubbing up and down my butt as he moved.  That was
a good feeling.  His big body lightly pressed into my was scary, but also
felt really warm and comforting.  He was hurting me, but it wasn't all bad.

   He was pushing his hard thing into me, deeper and deeper, and then
suddenly something exploded in pain inside me.  He had gone too deep.  I
couldn't help but surge forward, getting away from the pain.

   Daddy felt this.  He again started crying, "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm
sorry".

   He still started to pump again, but carefully, not going too deep.  The
pain quickly went away, and I could breathe again.

   I realized that I was now doing what I guessed was fucking.  My daddy
was fucking me.  I had lost my virginity to my daddy.  This made me happy.
I couldn't think of anyone I could love more.  This thought alone made the
pain almost disappear, and I tried to hum, to let daddy know I loved him.

   Then daddy started moving funny.  He wasn't pumping smoothly into me. 
He froze up and I distinctly felt his thing throb inside me.  Then I felt
it.  Something warm and soft deep inside me.  It felt strangely wonderful
and right.

   Daddy had stopped crying, and was holding still above me.  His thing
still throbbed inside me.  Then he pulled all the way back and his thingy
popped out of me.

   This caused fresh pain, and something wet between my legs, but I somehow
knew daddy was done.  He collapsed to lie down beside me on the bed.

   Now he started sobbing again, really sadly.  "I'm sorry I'm sorry"

   It hurt my heart.  I snuggled into him as close as I could.  "It's okay
daddy.  You can do this to me every night, if you want to." I actually was
hoping he would.











   I no longer care if anyone likes my stories.  I know that I write
because I am sick inside.  I write so my mind will let me sleep at night. I
post the stories because I wish to leave some tiny piece of me in
immortality.