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Restrictions (Mf, cons, inc, teen, preg)
by mccoyf@millcomm.com (Frank McCoy)
Restrictions
An Erotic Story
"Margaret?"
"Yes Daddy?"
"You were sitting out there a long time, with Billy, weren't
you?"
"Yes Daddy."
"Yes Daddy."
"Did you let him kiss you?"
"Only on the cheek Daddy."
"That's good. Did he do anything else?"
"Well, he put his arm around me."
"You stopped him, didn't you?"
"Well. . ."
"Oh Margaret, what am I going to do with you? You didn't
let him do any more, did you?"
"Well, he tried to put his hand on me here, but I stopped
him."
"Very good Margie. Maybe I can trust you after all. What
did you tell him?"
"I told him, that if he didn't keep his hands where they
belonged, he'd have to go home. I don't like to tell him that
Daddy, he's a really nice boy. How come I can't let him touch me
Daddy?"
"Because I'm afraid you'll go too far."
"Too far?"
"I guess I'll just have to show you. Come here, and sit on
my lap."
"OK Daddy. You mean, like I'm not supposed to sit on
Billy's lap?"
"Uhuh. Oh, wait. First go change into your red dress, and
top."
"The SHORT one Daddy?"
"Uhuh."
"But Daddy! You told me never to wear that one."
"Uhuh. I'll show you why I don't want you wearing it."
"If you say so, Daddy."
"I do. And Margie?"
"Yes Daddy?"
"Don't wear any nylons, or pantyhose either."
"OK Daddy."
"How's this Daddy."
"Mmmm. Very nice, but you're still wearing your bra."
"I thought I was supposed to."
"Not with THAT outfit. If you're going to look like a slut,
wearing a bra kind of spoils the effect."
"Slut, Daddy? Isn't that a bad name?"
"Slut, tart, trollop. They all mean sexy little girl, and
you ARE sexy."
"Thanks Daddy. . . I think."
"Now go back, and take off your bra, this time."
"But Daddy, you'll be able to see my nipples through this
thing."
"That's the idea."
"I thought I wasn't supposed to let anyone see my nipples."
"Not when you go out. As long as it's just around the
house, and nobody sees you, you can wear whatever you want."
"What about you, Daddy. YOU will see me."
"I'm your father."
"Oh. If you say so."
"Where are you going?"
"Back to my room, to take my bra off, like you said."
"You don't have to do that. Just take it off here."
"But Daddy! You'll see my titties, and everything."
"So?"
"But you said. . ."
"I said you shouldn't let anyone ELSE see you. Like I just
said a minute ago though, I'm your father. It doesn't matter
what I see."
"You mean I don't have to go to my room to get undressed,
when it's just you and me?"
"Uhuh. You don't even have to wear clothes, if you don't
want to, as long as nobody else sees you. Now hurry up with that
top."
"Ugnh. Oof. How's that Daddy?"
"Sexy. Very sexy. You know, I've got an idea. Perhaps
I've been a little too strict. From now on, you can wear that
outfit all the time, but only in the house, and only when we're
alone. In fact, I think maybe you SHOULD wear it all the time."
"ALL the time Daddy?"
"Except when Billy, or someone else comes over. What do you
think?"
"Well OK, Daddy, if you say so."
"I do. From now on, I want you to be wearing that outfit
every night, when I get home."
"EVERY night, Daddy? I can't wear it every night! I mean,
it'll get dirty."
"You're right. Still, you should learn how to wear sexy
clothes sometime. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll order you
several outfits from "Victoria's Secret" if you'll promise to
wear them around the house, all the time, except when we have
guests. Promise?"
"Ooh! Promise!"
"OK. Just remember, that most of these outfits have their
own panties or bra, and some of them don't have anything else. I
don't want you 'adding' to the outfit, when it isn't intended
to."
"But Daddy, how will I know what to wear with them?"
"I'll show you. Now promise you'll wear them the way I tell
you to, even if it leaves you almost naked."
"Naked Daddy? You don't mind if I'm naked in front of you?"
"No. In fact, it might even be nice, to have a cute little
naked girl prancing around the house in a negligee."
"Oh Daddy, I'm not THAT cute."
"Oh yes you ARE. In fact, you're quite sexy. Almost too
sexy, in fact. That's what I'm going to show you, in just a
minute. Now come here, and let me feel you."
"Ooh Daddy. That gives me the shivers."
"Me too Honey. Come here, and sit on my lap. I'm going to
show you why you shouldn't wear clothes like this around boys,
and why you shouldn't Let Billy kiss you, or feel your titties."
"Oh really, Daddy? Will you show me everything?"
"Everything."
"Ooh Daddy, I'm getting goose-bumps."
"Looks like more than just 'bumps' to me."
"Huh?"
"Nothing. Here, come sit on my lap."
"OK Daddy. Mmmm this is nice, but you've got a lump in your
pants."
"No shit? Well, we'll get to that later. Now kiss me, like
you wanted to kiss Billy."
"Mmmmmmmm."
"MMmmm. Mmmpth."
"Daddy! You stuck your tongue in my mouth!"
"Uhuh. I was supposed to. Did you feel me rubbing your
titties?"
"Uhuh. It felt weird."
"It'll feel even better in a minute. Now kiss me again, and
this time open your mouth when you kiss me."
"OK Daddy. Mmmmmm. Mmmmmmmmm."
"Mmmm."
"Mmmmmm. Daddy! Your hand is clear up under my top!"
"Uhuh. Doesn't it feel good?"
"Yeah, it sure does. How come I can't do this with Billy,
Daddy?"
"That's why."
"Huh?"
"Because it DOES feel so good."
"But Daddy!"
"Shhh. See how good it feels, when I rub your titties like
this?"
"Huh, huh, huh. It feels REAL good Daddy."
"Uhuh. And I bet you don't want to stop, do you?"
"No hoh hoh Oh! Oh Daddy!"
"See. Once you got started, you probably wouldn't even
object, when the boy slid your top up, and rubbed your bare
little titties, just like this."
"No I. . . I. . . IeeeEE! OH Daddy, what are you doing?!"
"Licking your titties. Do you like it?"
"I don't know, I. . . I. . . Oh Daddy!"
"See, once you start, you can't stop. Guys know this.
They'll keep on getting you hotter and hotter, until they get in
your pants."
"Get in my. . . Oh Daddy, what are you? . . Oh!"
"See. I bet you've never had a finger up in there, have
you?"
"Oh God, Daddy. Your finger is right up inside me. Oh
Daddy."
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Uhuh. Oh God, don't stop. Oh Daddy. I like this. What's
wrong with doing this, if it feels so good?"
"'cause that's how little girls get pregnant."
"Pregnant, Daddy?"
"Have a baby."
"Huh. Huh. Ooohh! Huh. Do it Daddy. Huh. Oh that feels
good."
"See what I mean?"
"No, hoh hoh. Umph! Daddy! Don't stop!"
"THAT is what I mean. Once you start, you won't want to
stop, until your tummy is full of baby-juice. Here, I'll show
you what I mean."
"Oh Daddy, please?!"
"Here we go. Slide those cute little panties off, so I
can. . ."
"Oh Daddy, what are you? . . Oohh! Oh Daddy!"
"Here, wait a second, 'til I get MINE off too. Ungh!
There!"
"Ohmigod!"
"Like it? See, once you get started, you're not going to
want to stop, until you get off. A man knows he can put his cock
in you, and squirt you full of his sperm, and you won't even be
able to object, until it's too late."
"Sperm, Daddy?"
"The stuff that makes babies. Here, let me show you."
"Oh Daddy I. . . Daddy! Ow!"
"See. The man put's his cock inside you, and slides it in
and out, until the next thing you know, he's coming in you."
"Coming, Daddy? Oh. It's starting to feel good. Oh! Oh
Daddy!"
"Squirting his sperm inside you. Go on, wrap your legs
around me, and make it good for me."
"Oh Daddy, do it. It feels so good."
"Get ready Honey, here it comes. Daddy's going to show you
what it's like when a man comes inside you."
"Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."
"Ungh! Oh! Here it comes! Daddy's squirting his sperm
inside you, Honey. Feel it?"
"Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."
"Oh God, Daddy's squirting the thick sticky white-stuff that
makes babies in his little girl. Take it Margie, Take Daddy's
sperm up inside you."
"Oh Daddy. Oh. Oh. Oh. It feels so slick! Oh Daddy."
"Oh Honey. Aahh. Do you like that Margie? Do you like the
feel of Daddy's sperm squirting inside you? Huh? Daddy wants
his little girl to feel good."
"Oh Daddy! It feels so warm and creamy! I like it Daddy,
do it some more."
"Just one more squirt. Aaah. There! Now you've got it all
inside you, how's that?"
"Mmmmm, I like it Daddy. Can we do it some more?"
"See. I told you it would be this way. Once you start
letting a man feel you up, you won't be able to stop, until the
next thing you know, you're lying there with your legs spread and
a man is between them squirting your tight little slit full of
baby-juice. Now you know what it's like."
"Oh Daddy. It felt so good. Even when you squirted your
sperm in me."
"Uhuh. It felt good to me, too."
"Thanks Daddy."
"You're welcome. Hooo! God that felt good. Did you like
it?"
"Uhuh. It felt real good."
"So, now you know why I don't let you kiss boys."
"I do?"
"Uhuh. I just explained. It starts with just a kiss, then
a feel, then he's rubbing your titties, and the next thing you
know, your panties are down around your ankles, and he's
squirting your tummy full of baby-juice. Then, two or three
months later, you've got a big tummy."
"Daddy, I'm worried."
"Oh shit. About having a baby?"
"No, silly. About Billy. Well, actually about Billy, and
having a baby, I guess."
"Unh?"
"You see Daddy, I liked doing this a lot. So much so, that
I don't know how I'm going to stop. Next time Billy comes over,
I'm liable to let him do this to me, just like you did, and then
I'll end up pregnant."
"Then stop seeing Billy."
"I can't do THAT, Daddy, I LIKE Billy."
"Then you'll just have to restrain yourself."
"I don't know if I CAN. Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Can we do it again?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, next time Billy is going to come over, can you. . .
Oh what's the word?"
"Fuck?"
"Can you fuck me, before Billy gets here, so I won't want
him to?"
"Uh Margie, I don't know. . ."
"Please Daddy? That way, I'll be able to stop Billy from
doing it, so he won't get me pregnant. Please Daddy? Promise
you'll fuck me, and squirt your sperm in me, so Billy won't have
to."
"Ahh. Margaret. . ."
"Please Daddy?"
"Well. . ."
"Thanks Daddy."
"Oh boy."
"Daddy?"
"Now what?"
"I don't know how I'm going to make it 'til tomorrow. I
wish Billy was coming over again right now, so we could do it
again."
"Uh Marjorie?"
"Huh?"
"You don't have to wait, if you don't want to."
"Huh?"
"If we're going to be doing it anyway, you don't have to
wait each time for Billy to come over. All you have to do, is
ask me. If you really want to, we can practice making a baby,
any time you feel like it."
"You mean it Daddy? Any time I ask you, you'll feel me up,
and kiss me, and put your thing inside me, and squirt the stuff
that makes babies up inside me, and everything?"
"Well, we can't do it just ANY time. For one thing, we can
only do it, when we're alone. Some people don't like it when a
girl does sexual things with her own father, and we could get in
a lot of trouble, if anyone found out."
"What about Billy?"
"ESPECIALLY Billy. Promise you won't tell anybody?"
"OK Daddy, if you promise I won't need to."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh Daddy! I won't tell anybody. I mean, that if you make
sure I don't NEED anything from Billy, then I won't even want to
let him even try."
"OK, I guess."
"Ooh goody! Daddy? Can we do it again?"
"Right now?"
"Uhuh. Right now. I'm getting so itchy, thinking about how
good it felt, when you rubbed my titties; then stuck your thing
up inside me, and squirted that creamy white stuff in my tummy; I
could almost scream. Please Daddy?"
"Well, I guess I DID say, that you just had to ask."
"I'm asking Daddy, I'm asking. Show me again, how a man
wants to feel my body, and squirt his sperm inside me. Please
Daddy?"
"OK Honey, if that's what you really want."
"I do, Daddy, I do. And I guess you do too, huh? Your
thing is all big and hard again. Do you want to squirt that
white-stuff up inside me again?"
"Oooooh!"
"I guess you do. Fuck me Daddy. Slide that big old thing
right up inside my tummy, and squirt your sperm in me, so I'll
know how a man makes a baby in a girl. Please Daddy? Oooh that
feels good, when you slide in and out like that."
"Aauuugghh!"
"Thanks Daddy. Mmmmm, that's nice. I feel all nice and
creamy inside."
"Puff. Puff."
"Daddy?"
"Uh?"
"When can we do it again?"
"Oh shit."
.
.
.
"Hi Daddy."
"Hi punkin. Mmmmm. That negligee looks nice on you."
"Thanks Daddy. The bra itches a bit though."
"Why don't you take it off then. You're young enough, that
you don't really need a bra anyway, and that outfit would look
sexy with just the panties and top."
"Oh, can I Daddy? I know you don't like me to change the
style of these things. Oooh. There, that feels better. Do you
really think my titties are sexy, without the bra, Daddy?"
"Ugn. Just as soon as I, ugh, get these pants off, I'll
show you how sexy."
"Oooh, poor Daddy, he's had another 'hard' day at work,
hasn't he?"
<giggle>
"Who wouldn't be hard, thinking about his little girl at
home, in a sexy outfit like that, just waiting to get fucked?"
"You really think it's sexy?"
"Come here, and I'll show you."
<giggle>
<pant>
"Oh Daddy!"
"Oh Margaret!"
"Oh Daddy! You'd better get that thing in me, before you
waste it again."
"Oh God. Here, before I. . ."
"Aaaah."
"Ooooh. Oh Honey, that feels good."
"I like it too Daddy. Are you going to squirt your sperm in
me again?"
"Do you want me to? I mean, I could always pull out."
"Don't you dare!"
"Sorry Honey, I just couldn't resist teasing you. Here,
slide up and down like this."
"Huf. Huf. Huf. Oh Daddy."
"Oh. Easy honey, you'll have me cumming, if you keep
squeezing me like that."
"I can't help it, Daddy, it feels so good. Are you going to
cum in me?"
"If you don't stop, I will. Would you like that, Margaret?
Would you like your father to squirt his sperm inside your tight
little tummy? Huh?"
"Oooh Daddy, do it. Squirt the thick sticky white-stuff
that makes babies up inside me. I want it. Please Daddy?"
"Oh God. I'm going to do it. Daddy's going to squirt his
little girl's cute little tummy so full of baby-juice, she won't
be able to walk."
"Do it Daddy. Cum in me."
""Oh God Margie, here it comes. Oh. Oh. OOoooh!"
"Oh Daddy, it feels so good, when you squirt your sperm in
me. Oooh, I wish you could get me pregnant, like Billy could.
Ohmigod, DADDY!"
"AAaauuuugh! Oh Honey! Ooof. You mean that? You really
want Daddy to knock you up? Oooh. Oh. Ah, that feels good."
"Uhuh. I've been almost tempted to let Billy do it to me
Daddy, just so I could have a baby. It wouldn't be as nice as if
you did it, but. . . Oh Daddy. You're shaking so hard! Gosh,
you squirted a lot of sperm in me."
"Oooh. All for you Honey. All for you. You like feeling
Daddy's sperm in you huh?"
"Uhuh! It makes me feel so warm and creamy inside, just
knowing your sperm is working it's way up inside my tummy, is SO
sexy."
"Hooo. Mmmmm. Margaret?"
"Yes Daddy?"
"I've got an idea."
"Daddy, do you mind if we just sit here while we talk? I
like the feel of your penis stretching me inside, even if it's no
longer hard. Besides, that way your sperm will have a better
chance to soak in."
"It'll get a little messy."
"I don't mind, Daddy. Now what did you want to talk about."
"Oooh. Here, let's straighten this thing."
"Aaahh! Thanks Daddy."
"You're welcome. Oooh, that feels good, when you do that."
<giggle>
"Margaret!"
"Sorry, Daddy. It just feels so good to have your prick
holding your sperm up inside me, I just couldn't resist."
"Well OK, but we were supposed to talk, not make me start
squirting baby-juice up inside you again."
"OK Daddy, what did you want to say?"
"Ooof. Umn. Mmmmm. Ah. There! Huf."
"Daddy?"
"Sorry, I was just trying to keep from cumming in you
again."
"Why didn't you? I wouldn't mind."
"Margaret!"
"Sorry Daddy, I keep forgetting. It's just that I LIKE it,
when you squirt your sperm in me. Just knowing my own daddy love
me enough to let me feel him squirting the stuff that made me in
my mother, in my tummy, is SO exciting. Yeah, I know. You're
not as young as I am, and if I make you squirt your sperm inside
me now, you won't be able to fuck me properly later. Sorry,
Daddy. What did you want to say?"
"Aaah. Squeeze me a bit, Honey. There! Ah. Thank you.
It's about Billy."
"Billy?"
"Your boyfriend."
"I know THAT Daddy. What about Billy?"
"He's been very nice, hasn't he?"
"Uhuh. Sometimes I feel guilty, for not letting him at
least kiss me."
"Well, maybe I've been wrong."
"Huh Daddy?"
"Maybe I've been wrong. Maybe you should LET Billy kiss
you, and other things."
"Oh Daddy, you don't mean? . . ."
"Uhuh."
"But Daddy, what if he. . . You know. What if he gets all
excited, and wants to put his thing up inside me? After knowing
what it's like to feel you squirt your sperm in my tummy, I
wouldn't be able to stop Billy from doing it."
"Let him."
"But Daddy! I might get pregnant!"
"Well, we'll just have to see to it, that he CAN'T get you
pregnant, won't we."
"Can you do that Daddy? Can you really fix it, so that I
can fuck Billy, without having to worry about having his baby?"
"I'm pretty sure I can arrange it." <chuckle> "It may take
a few months though."
"Oh Daddy! I can hardly wait. When are you going to start
doing this?"
"I've already started."
"You have? Oh Daddy! Mmmmmmph!"
"Easy Honey. Don't get so excited."
"I can't help it Daddy. Just thinking about being able to
fuck Billy, without having to worry about him making a baby in
me, is SO exciting."
"I thought you just said you didn't mind having a baby."
"Oh Daddy! That's YOUR baby. It's too bad you're my
father."
"Well, maybe we'll take care of both things at once."
"Daddy! Stop teasing me. It's not fair! I want to feel
your baby in my tummy so bad, I can almost taste it. Sometimes I
almost wish you weren't my father, so I could get pregnant by
you, like I could by Billy."
"Who knows? Maybe you can. I might NOT be teasing, you
know."
"DADDY!"
"OK. OK. We'll just have to see. Mmmmmm. I'm getting hard
again."
"I know Daddy. I feel it. Ooooh, that feels good."
"Huh. Huh. Oh Baby! Slide up and down, just like that."
"Daddy?"
"Huh. Huh. Yes? Huh. Hu-Honey?"
"How will I know when I can fuck Billy?"
"Oh Jesus. Do that again. Huh. Huh. Uh, Margie?"
"Yes Daddy? Huh. Huh."
<squeak> <squeak>
"You know what your period is?"
"Uhuh. Huh. Huh. It's when I get all bloody and messy
between my legs, isn't it? Huh. Huh."
<squeak> <squeak> <squeak>
"Uhuh. That's how you know your body is ready to make a
baby. Huh. Oooh!"
"You mean, when I'm bleeding? Is that why you don't fuck me
then, Daddy?"
<squeak> <squeak> <squeak>
"No, hoh, hoh. It's just that you're too messy then. I
didn't think you'd like it."
"I wouldn't mind, Daddy. Oooh. I like that."
<squeak> <squeak>
"No, the time you might get pregnant, is about a week BEFORE
you get your period."
"Oooh Daddy! You mean, like right now? Huh. Huh."
"Uhuh. Does that excite you? Thinking you might be making
a baby right now?"
"Oh Daddy! Don't tease me like that. It's not funny."
"I might not be teasing. When I cum in you, I might be
getting you pregnant right now."
"Daddy!"
"Ok. OK. Why don't you just imagine it then. Think about
your own father squirting the thick sticky white stuff that makes
babies right up in your sexy little tummy, and getting you
pregnant with his baby. Excites you, doesn't it?"
"Oh Daddy I. . . . IeeeeeeEEEKK!"
"Oh God. I'm doing it. I'm squirting my sperm in my own
little girl. Oh Margaret. Feel it? Feel Daddy's cum going up
inside you? Daddy's making a baby in his little girl. Oh
Margaret, I love you so."
"I. . . love. . . you. . . too. . . Daddy."
<squeak> <squeak>
"Ooh Daddy, that was fun. Can we do this more often? I
like pretending you're making a baby in me. Please Daddy?"
<squeak>
"Oooh. You like Daddy's sperm wriggling it's way up inside
your tummy, so it can make a baby huh? Whooo."
"Uhuh. It's too bad we can't do it 'for real'. Still, it
was fun pretending."
"Oh god, it sure was. Well, Margie, if you want to, we can
keep 'pretending' all you want to. At least, until your period
stops, anyway."
"Oh, that's right. Once my period stops, I won't be able to
get pregnant, will I? Darn."
"It excites you, thinking about having Daddy's baby, huh?"
"Uhuh. I've got the shivers, just thinking about it."
"Looks like you've got more than that, to me. Looks like
you've got a whole bellyful of Daddy's baby-juice in your cute
little tummy."
"Mmmmm. I do, don't I? Thanks Daddy."
"Thank YOU, honey. Mmmmm. Margaret?"
"Yes Daddy?"
"You'd better get up, and get cleaned up. Billy's going to
be here in half an hour, and you've got to be cleaned-up, and
dressed decent, before he gets here."
"Yes Daddy. Oh, Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Can I give him a hint?"
"You'd better not. You both might get carried away, you
know."
"Yes Daddy. Rats."
"Still. . . Margaret?"
"Hmmm? Oh God Daddy, You sure made a mess in me." <giggle>
<chuckle> "I sure did, didn't I? Margie?"
"Yes Daddy? Yuck!" <giggle>
"Seeing as you're going to be fucking billy, in a month or
too, and he's been so nice about it, perhaps it might not be too
bad, if you let him kiss you."
"You mean it Daddy? REALLY kiss him? Like you and I do?"
"No, not that much. Just on the lips, and you've got to
keep your mouth closed."
"OK Daddy." <sigh>
"It won't be so bad, and I'm sure Billy will really
appreciate it. And Honey?"
"Yes Daddy?"
"It won't be that long, before you can do the rest. In the
meantime, you can give in a little more each week, until your
period stops."
"Give-in?"
"I mean, this week, you let him kiss you on the mouth. Next
week, you let him put his arm around your waist. The week after
that, you let him touch your tittie. Touch it, mind you, not rub
it. After that, you open your mouth a little. You don't let him
tongue you though."
"I get the idea Daddy. A little bit at a time, but never
enough to get me too excited."
"Right. and make sure HE doesn't get too excited too. It's
not fair to him."
"OK Daddy. I'd better hurry, or I'll still be dripping cum,
when he gets here."
<giggle>
"God Daddy, who would ever think that a flouncy dress like
this, could be so sexy?"
"It is, isn't it? And those panties!"
"Yeh. If you didn't know, you'd never imagine there was a
slit right here, that you could slip a finger into."
"Or a cock." <snicker>
"Daddy, you're incorrigible."
"And you're sexy."
"Daddy! If you don't watch out, I'll be fucking you, and
still wearing this dress, when Billy gets here."
"That's not a bad idea."
"Daddy! You can't be serious."
"Oh can't I? It's about time that boyfriend of yours knew
what a sexy little thing you are, especially if he's going to be
getting in your pants tomorrow. So, I think you SHOULD wear that
dress tonight, while he's here."
"Oooh. You mean it Daddy? I should TRY to excite him?
Right in front of you? That's kinky!"
"You think that's kinky? Listen to this. I think you
should fuck me, right in front of him."
"DADDEEE! You said he mustn't EVER find out about us. I
can't let Billy see me fucking my own father!"
"I didn't SAY let him see it."
"Huh? But Daddy!"
"Here, I'll show you. First, I take off my pants, and slip
out of my underwear. Then, I put my pants back on, but leave my
zipper unfastened. How do I look?"
"Normal."
"See, if I'm careful, he'll never know. Now come here and
sit on my lap."
"OK Daddy, I. . . Daddy! Your thing is sticking up between
my legs!"
"That's the idea. Just lift up a little, and move. . . a
little to the left, Honey. That's it. Oohooh!"
"Oh Daddy. It went right up inside me!"
"Easy Honey. We don't want to make me cum, until he's
here."
"You want to cum in me while he's right here?"
"Uhuh. See, he can't see a thing. Just a cute, sexy little
girl, sitting on her father's lap, with her dress covering up the
two of them."
"Daddy, you're crazy."
"But I can tell you like the idea."
"How can you, Oooh, tell, Daddy?"
"Your cunny is squeezing on me, like a milking machine. Get
up now."
"Do I have to?"
"Ahh, Unh, OOof! Whew, just in time. I almost came in
you."
"Spoilsport."
"Who's the spoilsport? If I had squirted my sperm in your
tight little cunny, we wouldn't be able to pull this off. What
do you think?"
"I still think you're crazy."
"But you'll do it?"
<sigh> "I'll do it. I must be as crazy as you are, but the
thought of fucking my own Daddy, and getting him to squirt his
baby-juice in my tummy while my boyfriend sits right next to me,
and doesn't know, is just to sexy to resist."
"I thought you'd like it."
"Daddy, you ARE kinky, but I love you."
"I know, I. . ."
<Bing> <bong>
"Oh God, he's here! Get your pants together. . . There.
How's my dress?"
"Sexy. Bend over a little. Good. You can see your
panties, but not the crack in them. Make sure Billy gets a good
look, OK."
<giggle> "If you say so Daddy."
"If he thinks this is sexy, wait until he sees the outfit
I've got for your date tomorrow."
"OOooh. I hope he likes it."
<Bing> <bong>
"Oh, I guarantee he will. Get the door, Honey."
"Daddy your pants! There. Maybe you'd better stay behind
me."
"It's OK. . . Hi Billy."
"Hi Mr. . ."
"Billy! You don't have to be so formal with Daddy!"
"Call me Bob, or Uncle-Bob, if that makes you feel more
comfortable. After all, your mother's sister. . ."
"Uh. Uncle Bob. You wanted to see me about something?"
"Daddy! Billy's scared to death. Come on in, Billy, Daddy
isn't going to bite you. In fact, he's got some good news."
"Uh Marge? You're sure it's OK? He's not mad at me? I
mean, last week, when I. . . Oh. Sorry."
"Hi Billy, you like my new dress?"
"Unh It's. . . Oh my gosh."
"Oh Darn paper! Hold it a second, Billy, while I pick this
up."
"Unh. Unh. Marge, your dress. . . It's. . ."
"Yeh, isn't it cute? Daddy picked it out."
"You did, Mr. . . Uncle Bob?"
"Uhuh. Doesn't Margaret look sexy in it. Too Bad you can't
see, but she's got matching red panties to go with it."
"I. . . Uh."
"Oh, you did see. What did you think?"
"Daddee! You're embarrassing Billy."
"Sorry. Let's go over and sit down."
"I'm sorry I peeked at you Marge."
"It's all right. Don't worry about it. Ok? Now sit here."
"Huf. Uh, where are YOU going to sit?"
"It's OK. I'll just sit here on Daddy's lap. Ung!"
"Something wrong?"
"No, I. . . Unh. Ow! It's just. . ."
"Here, Honey, lift up and move over a bit. . . There!"
"Oooh! Huf, huf. It's OK Billy. It's just that
'something' in Daddy's pants stuck me." <giggle>
"Ungh! Margaret!"
"Sorry Daddy, I couldn't help it. Unh. Is that better?"
"OOooh. Just fine Honey."
"Uh, Margaret?"
"Billy!"
"Sorry. Marge. Are you sure you're OK. I mean, you could
sit over here with me, if you wanted to."
"Unh. Oooh. No. It's OK Billy, I'm comfortable here."
"Well, if you're sure. Uncle Bob? You look like you're
sweating."
"It's just this damn chair. Here Honey. lift up a bit, and
I'll. . . Aahh! That's it."
"Oooh. You're right Daddy, That's a LOT better."
"Aaah! Now, young man, I want to know just how serious you
are about my daughter."
"Uh. Gee, Mr. . . I mean Uncle Bob. I'm not sure what you
mean."
"I think you do, but never mind. Do you like Margaret?"
"Uhuh. Of course I do."
"Do you like her a lot?"
"Well, I uh. . . I guess so."
"Do you think she's sexy?"
"Uh. . ."
"Oh never mind. Of course you do. Margaret?"
"Uh. Uh. Uh. Oooh! Uh, Yes Daddy?"
"Do you find Billy sexy?"
"Oh yes Daddy. He's almost as sexy as you."
"Good. I don't want you going out with someone you don't
find attractive."
"No Daddy. I like Billy a lot."
"Well, I guess that answers that. I. . . Uh. Hooo. Easy
Honey."
"Sorry Daddy."
It's OK. Now Billy?"
"Uh?"
"Do you think I can trust you alone, with my daughter?"
"Alone? With Marge? Uh. . . Geee, I. . ."
"You'll see that she doesn't get hurt?"
"Hurt? Nobody's going to hurt Marge, if I can help it!"
"Good. Glad to hear that. Now I've been a little
restrictive with Margaret and you, and I want to make it up to
both of you."
"Uh? Uncle Bob? Me, and Marge?"
"Uhuh. If you two will do me a favor, I'll do you one."
"What's that DaddeeeeeEk! Oh! Oooh. Huh! Sorry Billy, I
just sat on something I shouldn't have. It's OK now."
"You're sure? Both of you look like you're sweating."
"Huh. Huh. It's OK, really. What's that you wanted us to
do, Daddy?"
"Well, You know the cabin down by the lake? Remember how it
got trashed, by those two bums. . . Well, OK college-students.
They acted like bums."
"Uhuh. Oooh, that feels. . . Sorry Daddy. Huf. Huf."
"Well, I wondered if you two would clean it up for me. I'd
make it worth your while. Oooh."
"You Ok Mr. . . Bob?"
"It's OK. Well?"
"I don't know. What exactly is the deal?"
"Well, If I drop you two off down there this weekend,
there's One-hundred dollars in it, for each of you, if you can
have it cleaned up, by the time I pick you up Sunday night, at
about 10:00. What do you think."
"Uh, Gee, I don't know."
"I'll supply the food, and you can both use the boat and
hot-tub. How's that sound."
"It's more than generous, but I don't know."
"What's the trouble? Got another date?" <snicker>
"Daddy! You know he's not dating anybody but me."
"I know, Hoooo. Huh. That's what I was giggling about.
What's the trouble son?"
"Uh. It's Marge. And me. I mean, where are we going to
sleep?"
"Oh don't worry about that! There's a pull-out bed down
there, and a BIG sleeping bag that fits right on top of it. I'm
sure you two kids will do just fine. Is that all?"
"You mean, you want me and Marge to sleep. . ."
"Inside the cabin? Of course! That's why I'm sending you
down there with her. You never know, with some of the men around
here, what they might do to an innocent little girl like
Margaret. That's why I want you to go down there with her. I
want you to promise me, you'll stay as close to her, as you can.
Promise?"
"Uh. OK. If you say so."
"Good. If you're there, I won't have to worry about
Margaret sleeping alone."
"Uh."
"Aaaah!"
"Marge?"
"Nuh, huh, huthing. I. . . I'm Ok."
"Uncle Bob? You don't look so good either."
"Oh, Daddy's OK. Believe me, Daddy's doing just fine!
Hooo!"
"Yes. . . Hoo. As I was saying, 'You never know what some
horny guy might do to a little girl like Margaret here, if left
alone with her.' I want you to make sure she gets everything she
needs, while she's down there. Promise?"
"Uh. . . I guess."
"Good. I knew I could trust you. Just last week, I heard
about this man, who left his teenaged daughter alone, and some
guy came along, found the little girl alone, and next thing you
know he was on top of her, pumping her tight little slit full of
baby-juice. He must have fucked the little girl every day, for
over a week. The kid didn't object, 'cause how was SHE to know
you weren't supposed to let a man squirt his stuff inside you?
The parents came home a week later and before you know it, the
kid has a big belly. Oh, Sorry Margaret. I didn't mean to shock
you."
"It's Ok Daddy. I've heard of this kind of stuff before."
"You have? Oh. Sorry. So you see why I'm sending you
along with my daughter."
"Uh. . . I guess."
"I don't want some strange guy coming along, and knocking my
little girl up. You'll see to it, that doesn't happen, won't
you?"
"No strange man, is going to get MY girlfriend pregnant."
"Good. Then you'll do it?"
"Do what? . . . You don't mean. . ."
"Clean up the cabin, what else? Oh. You don't mean. . .
Oh, haw, haw, haw! That's cute! Hey Margaret, your boyfriend
thought I was asking him to. . ."
"I know, Daddy. You're embarrassing him. Please?"
"OK. That's settled then. Do you drive Billy?"
"I'm sixteen."
"OK. Tomorrow at 8:00 in the morning, I'll have the Jeep
packed with food and gear, and you two can take off. Margaret
knows the way there. I'll be down there Sunday, about 10 o'clock
at the earliest, and 11 at the latest. If everything's spick and
span, you both get the $100. If everything is BETTER than I
expect, you get an extra $25. Agreed?"
"I guess. About Margaret, sir. . ."
"You just take good care of my little girl, and make sure
she gets whatever she needs. OK?"
"OK, I guess."
"Daddy, I've got to go pee."
"Oh. OK. Let's all get up and go then. OOooh. Ooof."
"Aaahh. Thanks Daddy."
"Margie, Why don't you give your boyfriend a kiss good
night, while I take care of something in the bathroom."
"OK Daddy!"
"C'mere, lover."
"Lover? Uh Marge, I dunno. . . I. . .Mmmmmmmmph. Oooh.."
<smack>
"Uh Margaret?"
"Uh?"
"Your father. It almost sounded as though he wanted me
to. . ."
"Yeh, it almost did, didn't it. Don't worry about it.
We've got two whole days together, starting tomorrow, to think
about this."
"Uh. . ."
"Oh kiss me, idiot, then go home."
"Mmmmmmm. Mmmmmmmmmmm. Hooo. Well, I guess I'll see you
in the morning."
"Good night Billy."
"Good night, Margaret."
"Billy!"
"Sorry. Good night, Marge."
"Good night."
<click>
"Whew! . . . Oh my God! I'm leaking!"
"Is he gone yet?"
"Uhuh. Move. I've got to get to the bathroom. . . Oh God,
what a mess!"
"I must have squirted about a gallon of cum in you."
"Two gallons, from the feel of it. God, that was so sexy.
Feeling you squirting your sperm in me, while Billy didn't even
have a clue."
"When you came there, I didn't have any choice. The feeling
of your tight little slit squeezing on me, would have been enough
to make a statue squirt sperm, and I'm no statue."
"Hooo. I guess it's a good thing my periods have stopped."
"Huh?"
"With all this baby-juice you squirted in my womb tonight, I
probably WOULD get pregnant, even if you ARE my own father."
"Well, why don't we just go down to the bedroom, and test
that little theory out?"
"Daddy! You sound like you WANT to get me pregnant."
"So, would you mind having your father's baby, growing in
that tight little tummy of yours?"
"Of course not, Daddy, It's just that you. . ."
<click>
.
.
.
"Daddy? Do you think he'll like it?"
"If he's male, believe me, he'll like it."
"It seem so simple though."
"That's the idea. Sometimes the simplest things are the
sexiest."
"But just a shirt?"
"Not just a shirt. A long COTTON shirt. One that is almost
as long as most mini-skirts."
"But shouldn't I be wearing a sexy bra, or something?"
"No. With this shirt hugging you, your nipples show right
through the cloth. Believe me, that's sexier than any bra."
"but no earrings, or makeup?"
"No. They spoil the image of sweet innocent little girl.
The same thing with high-heels. You want to look like you're
completely unaware of how sexy you look. You just think it's
'cute' to wear only a shirt and panties. You don't even know,
that men like to look at your body, so you don't care if they see
it."
"Like a nudist, Daddy?"
"Somewhat. More like a 5-year-old girl, who takes her
clothes off in front of the family, when she gets caught in the
sprinkler, and her clothes get all wet. She doesn't know, or
even care that the men in the family are staring at her naked
little body."
"Daddy! That sounds awfully familiar! Just who is this
'supposed' little girl you are talking about?"
"You of course, when you were 5 years old, and your cousin
Billy was over for the first time."
"Ohmigod! You don't suppose that was why he's been chasing
me all these years?"
"Could be. I know that just the memory, still give ME a
hard-on."
"Ooooh, You DO have a hard-on. Too bad we don't have any
time to do something about it."
"Yeh. It's a shame, isn't it."
"Daddy! You came in me three times last night, and twice
this morning. You're just a horny old goat!"
"I'm just trying to make up for you being gone this weekend,
Honey."
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll make it up to you, when I get back.
You'll feel like a whole harem of schoolgirls were sucking and
fucking you."
"How am I EVER going to make it until Sunday."
"Daddy! we just can't!"
"You're right. <sigh> C'mon, lets get this stuff put out
there. You got everything?"
"Soap, towels, two bikinis, six pairs of panties, one lacy
bra, one pair of short socks, toothpaste, a book to read. Yeah,
I think I've got everything."
"No blouses? No pants? No dresses? No shirts, except the
one you're wearing?"
"Check."
"Good. What's your excuse?"
"They were in the dryer, and I thought YOU packed them."
"Good. What about sex-things?"
"Letsee, a porno-book, that I just 'found' lying around the
house." <giggle>
"What else?"
"K-Y lube, that I 'borrowed' from the bathroom, and a six-
pack of condoms."
"Good. Hopefully, you won't need them."
"I know. I've got them hidden. They're only in case he's
scared of getting me pregnant, and won't do it without them."
"Good. Did you prepare them?"
"Uhuh. Just like you told me to. The first one is OK. All
the rest, I nicked the tip with a razor. They won't tear, until
he's all the way up inside me, and hopefully won't notice until
he's already filled my tummy with sperm. I figure after
squirting in me a couple of times, he'll decide why bother?"
"What if he brings his own?"
"Good. I fixed the sleeping bag, while I was down there.
It's impossible to separate the two of them. The one zipper is
stuck."
<giggle> "What did you use?"
"Super-glue."
"Heh. I like it. He won't have a chance, will he?"
"Not if you do your job."
"Think I'm capable of seducing a man?"
"Want me to show you?"
"Daddy! He's almost here!"
"Well, don't tease me like that."
"Sorry Daddy. I wish we DID have time for you to take me in
the bedroom, and give me one last little squirt of incestuous
Daddy-cum. But. . ."
"But if nothing else, you don't want to smell like a
whorehouse, when he gets here. Right?"
"Right. Sorry, Daddy."
"Me too." <sigh>
"Daddy! He's coming!"
<CCRRrrrrruuunnncchhh!>
<Bing> <bong>
"Daddy, quick! Get that out of sight. If he sees
that. . ."
"Got it."
<click>
"Hi Marge, ready to. . . to. . . Wow!"
"Like my outfit?"
"LIKE it? Wow! Are you sure Your father doesn't mind?"
"Don't be silly. Daddy picked it out. See, matching
panties."
"Ohmigosh. Marge!"
"Yes Daddy?"
"Those aren't the same panties you. . . you. . ."
"Uhuh. Why?"
"Oh, never mind. You don't have time to change now, anyway.
Got everything?"
"Uhuh."
"Uh Marge, is that all you're going to wear?"
"Why not? It's warm out, and there's nobody else to see,
except you. Oh. The rest of my clothes are in the bag. Daddy
and I packed this morning. C'mon, let's go. I want to have that
place cleaned up by this afternoon, so we can spend the rest of
the day on the lake, or in the hot-tub."
"Hot tub?"
"Didn't Daddy tell you? It's a redwood tub, and just big
enough for two to four people. And wait 'till you hear the tub-
rules, for what you wear. . ."
<click>
"Hoo Boy."
"You're kidding!"
<slam!>
<CRrrruunnchh>
"Oh God. I hope I don't regret this."
"Hi kids! Ready to go?"
"Hi Daddy! Just a sec, and I'll grab my stuff."
"Well Billy, did you take good care of Margie?"
"Uh. . . I think so."
"good. She certainly doesn't look any the worse for wear.
How about you? Did Margaret take good care of you too?"
"Did she ever! Oh, Sorry M. . . Uncle Bob."
"Good. Here's your money. You two did a bang-up job. I'm
even throwing in the extra $25. OK?"
"Uh. I really shouldn't. With Marge here and all, I. . ."
"Don't be silly! You both worked hard, and Margie gets her
share too. Just because you both had fun, doesn't mean you don't
get paid."
"Uh, yes. . . fun."
"You did have fun, didn't you? I'd hate to think I stranded
the two of you out here, and you didn't like it. Did you try the
hot-tub?"
"Uhuh. Uh, Margaret told me. . ."
"Haw, haw! Don't tell me Margie gave you that old chestnut
about the rules calling for no clothes in the tub, did she?"
"Uh well. . . Yes she did."
"I thought so. Every so often, somebody falls for that one.
It's OK son, Margaret's pulled some fast ones on me too,
sometimes. At least YOU didn't fall for this one. Huh, huh."
"Well I. . ."
"I thought so. Remember, don't tell the next guy. Sometime
I'll tell you about the first time Margie used the pool."
"She already told me."
"Oh. Well, OK. Now why don't you take the Jeep back home,
and I'll take Margie. Heck. You two did such a good job here,
maybe we'll stay the night, and head back in the morning."
"Uh. . . The bed. . ."
"Don't worry about it. If the bed isn't made, Margie and I
will make out fine. You two did, didn't you."
"Uh, yes but. . ."
"Oh go on. We'll see you tomorrow. Go on, get in. I can
take care of Margaret."
"Oh. Yeh. That's right, you can. Sorry, I wasn't
thinking."
"Why don't you come over tomorrow night for supper, and
maybe stay the night. We'll put you up someplace."
"You won't mind? Really?"
"I'm sure Margie will mind, if you DON'T come, if you know
what I mean."
"Yeh. Margaret really does have a mind of her own, don't
she?"
"Uhuh. Now you know why I've been so picky about who she
sees. You coming?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."
"Believe me, you won't regret it."
"Oh I believe you, all right. See you tomorrow."
"Bye."
"Bye."
"Bye Billy!"
"Bye, Hon."
<slam!>
<screeeech!>
"Hon, huh?"
"You don't mind, do you Daddy?"
"If he DIDN'T have some term of affection for you, after
this weekend, THEN I would mind."
"Oh Daddy, I love you."
"Well, if you do, let's go inside, and you can show me.
I've got about enough sperm bottled up in me, to knock up half
the county, if it gets loose."
<giggle> "Well, we'd better make sure that only the right
girl gets this load of baby-juice then, huh Daddy?"
"And which girl is that, Honey?"
"How about ME, Daddy, won't I do? Wouldn't you like to
stick that big nasty prick up inside your little girl's hot
little hole, and squirt her full of the thick sticky white-stuff
that makes babies?"
"Oh God Margie! You're just too sexy for your own good."
<giggle> "I know it, Daddy."
"Huh?"
"Oh shut up and fuck me. Stick that nasty old baby-maker up
in your little girl's tummy, and give our little girl her own
father's sperm to swim in."
"Oh God, MARGARET. Oh. Oh. Oooohh."
"How about it Daddy, want to make a baby in our baby?"
"Oh Jesus. Oh. Oh. Ooooh."
"Feel's good to squirt your sperm in your pregnant daughter.
Huh, Daddy?"
"I get the point, Margie. I'm not dense. You know huh?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"I guess it is. What's the matter? I thought you WANTED my
baby. Didn't Billy fuck you?"
"Oh Daddy. We were fucking before we got two miles down the
road."
"That quick?"
"Uhuh. That shirt-outfit was something! When Billy found
out I didn't mind having his arm around me, we pulled over to
smooch a little, and one thing led to another, and before you
know it, he was fucking me right through the same hole in my
panties that you fucked me through the other night. We never
even got undressed, or out of the car. 'Wham, Bam, Thank-you-
Mam!' It was so quick, it was almost funny."
"Wow. So, what IS the matter?"
"Daddy, you lied to me."
"Huh? Margie! WHEN did I ever lie to you."
"Oh Daddy, stop it! It's bad enough that you lied to me. I
don't mind that so much, though as far as I know, you never did
before, but to deny it is too much!"
"Suppose you tell me, just where I lied to you, and if I
agree, then I'll not only apologize, I'll do everything in my
power to make it up to you."
"Daddy! Oh well, you asked for it! Let me tell you what
happened next, and then maybe you'll understand."
"I'm listening."
"Well, after Billy first fucked me, it was almost comical."
"Huh? He wanted to do it again, right there?"
"Oh no, Daddy. Billy was scared to death."
"Huh?"
"Billy was scared that he might have accidentally knocked me
up (Not like YOU, Daddy.) and was apologizing all over the place,
for not using a rubber. It was just that he got so excited, he
didn't even THINK about them, until it was too late. I tried to
tell him, that he needn't worry, but he kept on and on. He
seemed to think I didn't know ANYTHING about sex, or how babies
were made, and he told me in explicit detail."
"Oh."
"Oh, is right. That's what I thought. Before I knew what
was happening, I asked him why couldn't fathers get their little
girls pregnant, and he asked me, 'Who told me that?' By the time
we got to the cabin, we BOTH knew I was pregnant, and who had
done it."
"Oh boy!"
"Yeah. That's what I thought. It was only when I told
Billy that I WANTED to have your baby, that I was able to keep
him from heading down to the police-station, and having you
arrested for incest, statutory-rape, sex with a minor, sexual-
assault, child-abuse, endangering a minor. . ."
"Huh? How's that?"
"Getting me pregnant. . . child-neglect, running a house of
ill-repute, and who knows how many more charges."
"How did he figure that last one? I mean. . ."
"Oh That! He figured you were giving ME, as payment for
cleaning up this dump. I put him straight on that one FAST.
Nobody GIVES me to anybody. And I let him know it, in no
uncertain terms. Then, I set him straight on the rest of it."
"How's that?"
"I told him first of all, that you never forced me to have
sex with you, no matter WHAT he thought, and if he tried to
accuse you, I'd deny everything. Then I told him, that I WANTED
your baby, and had been disappointed up to now, that I couldn't.
It took quite a while, to convince him on that one. In fact, we
started picking up the trash around here, while we talked, and
were finished, and had eaten lunch, before I managed to make him
understand. It took me the rest of the afternoon, to convince
him that both you and I really did like him, and you weren't
setting him up to be the fall-guy for me having your baby. You
weren't were you?"
"Oh my God, NO! Though I can see why he might think so. Oh
Golly gee-whiz! I'm going to have to tell him. . ."
"Don't worry, daddy, I already did. After dinner, I managed
to get him loosened up enough to get in the hot-tub, and things
went easier, after that."
"That old gag still works, huh?"
"Yep, he fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"We've got to get a sign for the tub: 'No clothing
allowed.'"
"Too late Dear, I already let the cat out of the bag."
<giggle> "I meant, for the NEXT sucker."
"Oh. OK."
"So, the rest of the weekend, was almost one long orgy.
When billy found out about the bed, and the zipper with the
super-glue, he laughed so hard, he almost got a hernia. By that
time, Billy knew about the whole thing, and he got a big laugh
out of each part of his planned seduction. All wasted of course,
since he wasn't as shy as we were afraid he was, by a long shot.
He snickered over the 'missing' clothing, and my selection of
clothes that I DID bring. Billy wasn't shy about fucking me,
once he knew I wouldn't get in trouble, if he did. He's almost
as horny as you, Daddy. Then we both read the porno-mag, and
duplicated everything we saw in there."
"Everything?"
"Everything! How cum you've never fucked me in the ass,
Daddy? Billy did, and we both liked it."
"I didn't want to hurt you, Honey. You know that."
"It didn't hurt. We put some of that KY jelly on his prick,
and on my ass, and it went in easy! I almost came, just from
feeling him in my ass. Then he fucked me properly afterwards,
and it was GREAT. Will you fuck me in the ass sometime, Daddy?"
"I guess, if you REALLY want it."
"I do. Maybe tonight?"
"We'll see. Is that all?"
"Mostly. Today I spent most of the day 'modeling' the
bikinis and other sexy-ware I brought along, until Billy couldn't
get it up any more. Then we went swimming for a while, and had
lunch, and then Billy fucked me a couple more times before you
got here. Billy doesn't squirt as much sperm in me as you do,
daddy. Still, he can get it up almost as often. He's not quite
as good a fuck, 'cause he doesn't know what I like so much, but
he's learning fast. I guess, that's it."
"Well? Where is it?"
"Where is what, Daddy?"
"You said, you'd show me where I lied to you. I didn't hear
it."
"Daddeee! Damnit! You told me I couldn't get pregnant by
you! Satisfied?"
"I never told you that."
"Yes you did! You said. . ."
"Think about it. Did I EVER say, 'I can't get you
pregnant.', or even, 'You can't get pregnant by your own
father.'"
"Uh. Well, maybe not in so many words, but. . ."
"Think it over CAREFULLY. Remember, this is a serious
charge you're making. Did I even IMPLY you couldn't get pregnant
by me? . . . Well? Remember the day before you left? If you'll
think about it, I kept TELLING you, you could get pregnant by me,
and you kept making it into a fantasy."
"But then how did I. . . You MUST have done something!"
"Yes I did, and I'm sorry. When you got the idea at first,
I didn't correct you. In fact, I even encouraged your mistake
by deliberately NOT correcting you, when I could have. It was
kind of sexy at first, thinking about sneaking a baby in your
belly, when you didn't even know you could get pregnant. Then
later on, when there really WAS a chance you might get knocked-
up, you started telling me how much you wished I COULD. I just
couldn't resist seeing how far it would go, before you found out
that not only COULD I make a baby in your tight little tummy, but
I already HAD. Sorry Honey. I almost got us all in a lot of
trouble. Next time, I'll know better."
"It's OK Daddy. I'm not mad at you, though I was, for a
while. I was so busy keeping Billy from going overboard, that I
didn't have TIME to get mad at you, like I wanted to. Then
afterwards, I didn't dare. I mean, if Billy found out I was even
slightly annoyed at you, for getting me with a fat-belly. . .
Whooo!"
"I guess that'll teach me to neglect my kid's education,
huh?"
"Yeah. Can you imagine going to jail, just because you
forgot to tell your little girl how babies were made? Anyway,
that's over. I'm still a little bit annoyed about one thing
though."
"What's that?"
"When you got me pregnant. I missed out on knowing you were
doing it. I wanted to FEEL it, when you made a baby in my
tummy."
"I don't know, it seemed to ME, like you felt it every
time!"
"Oh Daddy! That's not it, and you know it."
"You're right. Sorry Margaret."
"It's OK Daddy. And Daddy?"
"What?"
"I want to apologize for accusing you of lying to me. You
don't know how much it hurt me, to even THINK you had lied to
me."
"Uh. I'm afraid I DO know. Someone I trusted very much,
once lied to me. That's why I promised myself, I was never going
to lie to you. No matter what. So far, I think I've kept my
promise."
"Oh, who was it, Daddy? M. . ."
"Sshhh. Let's just say it was someone I trusted with my
life, and I was betrayed. I don't want you getting mad, when you
don't know the whole story."
"Daddy? Will you tell me some time?"
"Well. . . Maybe when you're 21. . . If you still want me
to. Maybe then, you'll be old enough to understand. Maybe not.
I still don't."
"Promise Daddy?"
<sigh> "OK. OK. I promise."
"Thanks Daddy. Daddy?"
"Huh?"
"Can we take a nap now? All this serious discussion has
made me tired."
"You just want to go to bed with your old man."
"That too, Daddy." <giggle>
"Hoo boy, you two must have had quite a time of it in this
poor old bag."
"It was fun, Daddy."
"Well, I sure hope so. Here, move over, so I can. . .
Ooof."
"Oh Daddy, you've got another hard-on."
"Well, what do you expect, no sex for two days, then
slipping into bed naked, with the sexiest female in three
states?"
"Daddy! I'm not THAT sexy."
"Ever look in the mirror? Or ask Billy?"
"Billy is prejudiced."
"And so am I? I suppose so. So, what makes you think that
kid in your belly is a little girl?"
"I don't. Oh Daddy, that feels good. Push it up inside me,
so I can sleep with you inside my tummy."
"Might not get much sleep."
"It's OK, Daddy. You can cum in me. Just don't take it
out, OK?"
"OK. If that's what you want."
"Uhuh. I want our little girl to get familiar with her
daddy's big cock."
"Oh SHIT! Oh shit! Oh shit."
"Ooh. I bet our little girl likes that. Feeling her own
Daddy's sperm, when she's still in her momma. Daddy, promise me
something?"
"Hoo. After a cum like that, how can I refuse you anything?
I can't afford anything expensive right now, Kitten."
"It won't cost much Daddy."
"Well, what do you want?"
"Daddy, I know this baby might be a boy, even though I hope
it's a girl. I've already told Billy, that I expect to have at
least two babies by you, before we get married, and he says he's
willing to wait."
"So what do you want? My blessing on you two? You already
HAVE that. And you don't have to have any more babies by me, if
you don't want to. I'll understand. I mean, Billy is a VERY
nice boy. Strike that. Billy is a very nice MAN, and I don't
want to come between you two."
"Daddy, YOU don't understand. Billy is going to have to
wait, 'cause I told him so, until I am finished having as many
babies by my handsome father as I want. I want at least two, and
possibly three or four. Maybe even five or six."
"Oh God! And Billy went along with this?"
"I told him he'd better, if he ever wanted to see me again.
Besides, it's not as if he won't get to fuck me. I might even
marry him, if he's willing to wait for his turn in making a
baby."
"Wow. No wonder Billy called you strong-minded."
"Daddy, I'm not forcing him to stick around. He wants to.
I'm not going to make him 'beat his meat' all the time he's
waiting though. Especially, now that he's felt what the real
thing is like. Even you. I won't FORCE you to get me pregnant,
if you don't want to. . ."
"Oh, I want to. I want to."
"I thought so."
"So, if it's not Billy, and you already know I'll give you
all the babies you want, what is it?"
"You know what I said about our little girl getting to know
her father's prick? . . . Oh! I see you do. Mmmmmm, it's
getting stiff inside me again."
"No shit! What do you expect, with a fantasy like that?"
"That's the idea. I don't want it to be just a fantasy."
"Margaret, I CAN'T fuck our own baby, while it's still in
your womb."
"Oh don't be silly Daddy, I don't expect you to. You might
even hurt the baby."
"Then what DO you want?"
"Well, if it's a girl, I want you to promise you'll fuck
her."
"I'm not going to rape my own kid."
"I didn't say rape her, Daddy. I said fuck her. Do just
like you did me. Feel her up, rub her titties, put your finger
in her little cunny, and squirt your sperm up inside her, just
like you did to me. Only I want my little girl to be luckier
than I was. I want my little girl to at least have a CHANCE she
might be carrying her own father's baby in her womb, as soon as
possible."
"God Margie. You know how young YOU were, when you started
having periods. . . Do you realize how young she might be, if I
started the first time it was possible? Why she. . ."
"I know, Daddy. I read the articles too. When I think of
how many kids we MIGHT have had by now, I almost want to cry. I
don't want my little girl to miss out, like I did."
"My God, you're serious."
"You bet your boots I am, Daddy. Just think how tight she'd
be inside. Oooh, That got you, didn't it? Making babies in
little girls turns you on, huh? Promise me Daddy. Promise me,
and you can make three or four babies in me. Oh! That's it!
Squirt your sperm in me Daddy. Give our little girl a taste.
She wants it. Please Daddy, Promise?"
"OK. OK. Huf. I promise. On one condition. . . Well,
two."
"What's that Daddy?"
"First, she's got to want it. I'm NOT going to force her,
or even ASK her. She's got to come to me, and ask."
"That's easy. I wouldn't expect anything different, anyway.
However, I'm NOT going to hide how much I like sex from her, and
she's going to know I like getting it from my own daddy. I don't
think she'll wait as long as you might expect. What's the other
condition?"
"That if it's a BOY, you agree to do the same thing with
him. I STILL have wet-dreams about my mother, that I wish I
could make real. If you don't want your little girl to miss out,
neither do I want my son to."
"Now THAT is a promise!"
"Promise."
"Night dear."
"Night Daddy. Push it up in me a little more. . . There. I
don't want it leaking all over the bed. Thanks.
"Sweet dreams."
"Mmmmm. . ."
<zzzZZZZZzzzzzZZAWAZZzzz>
"Damnit. She's snoring again. Oh well, if I can't sleep,
what CAN I do? I guess I'll figure something out. Heh. Heh.
Cute little baby girl, with her own father's prick stuck up
inside her hot little hole, squirting sperm into her tight little
belly, to join the kid he's already planted in her. . . Oh God,
I. . . I. . . Oh Jesus, that's good. Hooo. . . NOW what am I
going to do? I don't dare pull out. I'll get cum all over the
sleeping bag. Oh damn, I'm trapped."
<zzZZAWZZZzzzzzZZKZZzzz>
"Oh boy."