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Archive name: Phil_Phantom_._Knocking.txt (father/daughter, inc, preg)
Authors name: Phil Phantom (pp@philphantom.com)
Story title : Knocking up the Daughter


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Bill stood at the sliding glass doors to the patio 
admiring his daughter just home from college on her 
first Fall break. Still eighteen, broke, and not knowing 
many people, home was the best plan she could come up 
with. Indian Summer weather was good for getting in a 
last all-over tan. She was naked, stark naked, and Bill 
hadn't seen her that way since she was four. A lot 
changed in fourteen years. Cindy was all woman but still 
had no hair on her pussy, and that shaved pussy was wide 
open and aimed at the door to catch the direct sunlight 
coming in from over the house.  She had a gorgeous set 
of legs hanging off each side of the lounger with two of 
the proudest D-cup titties aimed skyward. She was a 
vision who thought she had the house to herself.

Bill studied his beautiful daughter, noting the absence 
of any tan line, an indication that she did this sort of 
tanning often.  She went off to college a virgin with a 
full bush. He'd bet a paycheck on it, but he wouldn't 
bet a dime on her virginity, now.  Disregarding the 
shaved cunt, she had that look about her. She now knew 
what the facts of life were all about. Bill never 
allowed himself the luxury of dreaming about fucking 
Cindy.  Somehow, now that she was a sexually active 
adult, things were different. He dared dream the 
impossible dream. She gets horny; he gets horny; she has 
a pussy; he has a cock. Why not?

The big question was how to. Bill knew how to come onto 
women. He was quite good at scoring, but how do you come 
onto a daughter.  Better yet, how do you score a fuck 
off a daughter? How do you keep her mouth shut and score 
more. There was only one thing she needed - more money. 
Will a daughter fuck her father for money?

Bill thought and thought while studying the most 
desirable body he had ever seen outside of a men's 
magazine. He studied a pussy that could serve as a model 
for pussies. Cindy could be a pussy model. She was proud 
of her pussy. She had every right to be.  Pussy like 
hers should be seen. He doubted she wore panties, 
probably known for her beavers. She was the type. He 
knew the type. They were easy. She looked like a slut. 
Only a slut would sun her shaved pussy that way.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained. He eased the door open 
and slipped out undetected. He moved to the foot of the 
lounger and drew a chair over to sit between her hip and 
knee. She heard the chair and her eyes popped open. 

DADDY!

CINDY!

She didn't try to cover, get up, or even pull her legs 
up; she just lifted her head to say, "Daddy, what are 
you doing home?"

Bill didn't look at her pussy. The time wasn't right. He 
addressed her as though she were dressed, looking into 
her face while saying, "I had to get away from the 
office. Sometimes, I just have to. Don't you ever feel 
that way at college? Don't you ever ditch classes?"

"Sure. I just didn't expect anyone home until four."

Now was the time. His eyes roamed her body as he said, 
"Yes, I noticed. [staring right at her pussy] When did 
you start mowing the playground?"

She chuckled and said, "Mowing the playground. I'll have 
to remember that metaphor. I began shortly after 
arriving at State.  My roommate talked me into it. I 
suppose you disapprove."

Still looking at her pussy, he said, "Not at all. Pubic 
hair can be attractive but some look better naked. Your 
roommate was right. Is he pleased with the result?"

"HE?"

"Okay, is she pleased?"

"Yes, she is pleased. Did you actually think I had a 
male roommate in a college dorm?"

"Things are different, now. I thought it was all coed. I 
figured you would want a male."

"What would make you figure that?"

"Are you a lesbian?"

"NO!"

"Then you like guys, right?"

"Well, yes, but I still wouldn't want to live with one I 
wasn't in a relationship with. Daddy, I should put 
something on if we're going to talk."

"Why, are you uncomfortable with your body."

"No, not at all...it's just...well. I thought you might 
be more comfortable."

After looking her over, he said, "Do I look 
uncomfortable?"

"Fine, if this doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me. 
What would you like to talk about?"

"Sex."

"Daddy, I should get dressed if that's what you want to 
talk about."

"I'd rather you didn't."

"Yes, I'm getting that feeling, and I am probably 
feeling what a stripper feels after twirling and tossing 
the last item. Now it's time to curtsey and graciously 
back my way off stage. Daddy, I am feeling very naked."

"You are very naked. How about some lotion?"

Bill picked up the pump bottle and began pumping one 
palm full.  Cindy watched in amazement. When he set the 
bottle down, then rubbed the two hands together, she had 
to say, "Daddy, what are you planning to do?"

"Rub this lotion on you."

"On me where?"

"Wherever it looks like you need it. Come on, Cindy, I'm 
not going to rape you. Would it hurt to give your old 
man a cheap thrill? How often do you think I get a 
chance to rub lotion on a naked college coed with a 
shaved pussy and dynamite tits, humm?"

"Mom wouldn't like this."

"Mom isn't here."

"You weren't here either until you suddenly were. What 
makes you think she won't play hookey?"

"She can't. We're safe."

"Daddy, we shouldn't do this, or even be like this."

"Cindy, are you afraid you'll get turned on, jump my old 
bones, commit incest, get pregnant, and have to drop out 
of school to bear an illegitimate bastard which you'll 
be stuck with for the rest of your life, though he plays 
a good banjo, hummm?"

Cindy could not hold back the laugh. That was a good 
one. That good long laugh relaxed her and made her 
smile. She studied him, then said, "All right, apply the 
lotion wherever you think I need it most. I'll just lie 
back and pretend you're not."

"Anywhere?"

She had to raise her head again to say, "I know what you 
want to do. If that will give you a cheap thrill, go 
ahead and do it, but call me Becky or Martha, anything 
but Cindy. I'm going to pretend you are Ricky Martin."

With that her head went down and her eyes closed. Bill 
cupped his right hand to her pussy. This brought about a 
reflexive jerk, but she forced herself to relax. She 
thought he'd work his way to pussy, not go right for it. 
The other hand took a breast. She said, "You don't mess 
around, do you?"

He stroked his oily middle finger through her slit while 
saying, "I do, but I rarely get caught."

Cindy didn't think he'd stroke inside the slit. She 
expected and braced herself for an external massage. His 
finger ran all over the very personal area inside the 
lips. She fought the urge to stop that before he got too 
nasty, but he got too nasty before she could say 
anything. That finger was now going in the hole, rimming 
the hole, then coming out to toy with the clit. The 
other hand toyed with a nipple. Cindy laid there for a 
while, then the words he had just spoken sank in. She 
said, "You mess around on Mom?"

"Whenever I get the chance. You sound surprised, Becky."

"I am very surprised. Does she know?"

"She doesn't know one tenth of it. She knows I'm a horny 
guy who rarely gets caught."

He now had a finger fully in her. She said, "You're a 
horny guy all right."

"You have a lovely pussy, Becky."

"Thank you, Ricky."

Bill brought his tit hand down to help bring her legs 
up. He placed the heels up to her butt cheeks and 
pressed the knees flat, giving himself a broad vaginal 
plain to dally in, now using both hands to dally. With 
one, he sent two middle fingers up her cunt. The other 
massaged her clit. This was very close to masturbation 
but still within the technical boundary of massage - a 
deeply personal massage, especially when he drew his 
fingers out to wet and probe her asshole.

Cindy allowed him to get all set and into this new 
technique before saying, "Why didn't you just ask if you 
could play with my pussy?"

"You would have said no. I could ask, now. May I play 
with you pussy?"

"Yes, you may....You are a wise Daddy. I'm impressed. 
You really know your pussy."

"In my avocation, you have to or you don't score. You 
also have to love pussy, adore pussy, worship pussy. Tit 
men, ass men, leg men, all take a back seat to a good 
pussy man."

"I won't argue that point."

"I love your clit. Does your roommate like your clit?"

Cindy relaxed though his fingers were quite rude - rude 
but soothing. He was very good and knew pussy. She said, 
"She has never commented on my clit, but I think she 
admires it. She doesn't have much in the way of a clit. 
Envy might be a better term."

"Is she cute?"

"You would think so. Would you like me to set you up?"

"Would you mind?"

"No. That would be a safe fling for you."

"Do you think she'd be as good as you?"

"I can't answer that. I think we'd be different. 
Besides, I'm not offering you a choice. I'm offering you 
her."

"Don't want no banjo players, huh?"

"No...Do you?"

"Making them is fun."

"Are you saying that making one in me would be fun?"

"Sure. To make one in you, I'd have to cum inside your 
pussy. To cum inside your pussy, I would need to stick 
my dick in it. I think that would be fun. I would enjoy 
that a great deal."

"I take it incest doesn't bother you."

"No, not in the least. Incest is best. Does incest 
bother you?"

"It's not bothering me right now. You're very good at 
this. I see why you score."

"You should see what I can do with my dick."

"I know what you do with your dick. You like to cum in 
pussy and make banjo players."

"Your pussy could use some cum."

"What makes you say that? Is my pussy dry?"

"No, it's very wet, but it feels thirsty. What this 
pussy needs is a sperm cocktail."

"Sperm cocktail, huh? My pussy must be thirsty. A sperm 
cocktail does sound good - to my pussy. I would need my 
head examined if I give my pussy what it wants."

"Pussy will drive you crazy if you don't give it what it 
wants."

"Tell me about it. My pussy usually gets what it wants 
for just that reason."

"You've had a few sperm cocktails, I take it."

"A few. A few too many. My pussy doesn't like condoms."

"Can't drink."

"Exactly. The best part of fucking is the drink. I knew 
I'd slip and say fuck before my break was over, but that 
one was easy, and it wasn't a slip."

"You're an adult. You can say anything you like, now."

"I assumed as much when you began finger fucking me. 
Somehow, I didn't think you'd correct my fucking 
language. Speaking of fuck and drinking fuck. It ain't 
fucking if you don't get a drink.  It's worth the risk."

"I'm glad to hear you say that. That means you're not on 
the pill. You're taking the risks. You do your fucking 
with a fertile pussy. That's my girl."

"Oh, you like that, do you?"

"Without the risk, what's the fun?"

"We think alike, otherwise I'd be on the pill. No guts, 
no glory.  If a guy wants to use a condom, he doesn't 
get any pussy. Do you approve of my fuck policy?"

"Absolutely. If you are going to fuck a guy, let him cum 
in your pussy. Give him a real fuck."

"I agree. I hope you know I'll be coming to you when I 
fuck up, saying, 'Daddy, I have a problem.' What will 
you think of that fuck policy, then? It's bound to 
happen sooner or later. I've been very lucky. A lot of 
guys want to fuck me. I have a hard time turning them 
down or putting them off to a safe time."

"The policy stands. I don't want you to turn any down or 
put any off. I will take care of all problems."

"You have a deal."

"There's a catch."

"That figures. What's the catch?"

"I get to fuck you and make problems."

"Oh...I see...well, go ahead then, but you'll make a 
problem. I came home because Fall break fell on a very 
unsafe time. I thought I might as well be where I'll be 
safe. I'm still making bad decisions."

"So, this is fertile pussy I'm playing with, is it?"

"It's always fertile. Right now, it's ovulating. I 
always get horny when I ovulate. You had that going for 
you."

"When did you know you were going to fuck me?"

"When I told you that you could apply lotion to 
anything. From that point on, I tried to make you think 
you were seducing me."

"Did you think I'd wear a condom or pull out?"

"No. I wouldn't let you. Daddy, you are the one guy who 
can fuck me when I'm not safe because I know you'll take 
care of that problem. I think that is why I came home. I 
came home to fuck you."

"So, I fuck you when you're not safe, and the others 
fuck you when you are. That covers all the bases, 
doesn't it?"

"I hadn't thought of it that way, but that would 
eliminate the dry spells. I hate dry spells. I hate 
going two days without cock. My cunt needs a drink. My 
womb needs a drink. I have an egg that needs a sperm 
bath. Go ahead, Daddy, give it a bath. Fuck me, please 
fuck me!"

"Since we're going to make a baby, what say we do this 
right and fuck in your mother's bed, our marital bed, 
the master bed?"

Cindy got up on her elbows to look at him with a 
devilish grin, saying, "That's kinky. I like kinky."

"Let me give you a hand."

Hand in hand, they walked to the master bedroom. Bill 
stripped down as Cindy got settled on her mother's side, 
legs wide, awaiting her paternal mount. Bill climbed on 
and slipped cock into her. She did all the fucking while 
he held himself up in the pushup position. The girl was 
amazing, a true fuck nut.

Everything went along fine until a feminine finger with 
a wedding ring on it went right up his ass. He collapsed 
over Cindy. She screamed, "MOM!"

Clair said, "Bill, this takes the cake. I had a funny 
feeling you'd be up to your tricks with Cindy. I can't 
say I am too surprised. You are as predictable as San 
Diego weather. Cindy, you surprise me. I know you are 
ovulating. You told me that last night. You told me you 
always use condoms. Are you telling me that you only 
forgo them at the wrong time with the most wrong person 
on earth? I happen to know he carries a condom in his 
wallet. Did he tell you he didn't have one, or did you 
even ask?  I expect an answer, young lady."

"I didn't ask."

Bill said, "I didn't volunteer. We're making a baby, 
Claire. We got turned on talking about it. The next 
thing you know, we were doing it. These things happen, 
now will you please get your finger out of my ass?"

"Why, so you can continue?"

"That would be nice, yes."

"What am I supposed to do, stand here and watch?"

"We're doing something kinky. Get naked and join us. 
Feel her up.  Hold my balls. Kiss her. Make out with 
her. Suck on her tits. Do anything kinky, but help us 
make a baby."

She looked to Cindy and said, "Would you like that?"

"YES! Please! I'd love that, all of it. Let's all get 
kinky together."

"Well...okay."

Claire extracted her finger and hurriedly got undressed 
and into bed. The first thing she and Cindy did was kiss 
passionately, long, lots of tongue. Neither wanted to 
stop. Bill watched in amazement as he stood on his knees 
and moved his cock in and out slowly. Those two were a 
sight that only got better and better as they began 
feeling each other up. Cindy soon had three fingers 
working in her mother's cunt. Clair's hand was all over 
the juncture of fucking genitals.

When the kiss ended, Claire kissed her way to her soggy 
hand as Cindy pulled her mother's ass over to her head, 
eager to get at pussy. Claire was licking at the 
juncture when she finally relented and swung a leg over 
Cindy's head. Cindy buried her face in maternal gash, 
making mommy cry out, "Oh God! She's eating my pussy, 
Bill."

He could see that. Claire was eating Cindy's stuffed 
beaver, too.  Bill didn't think he would ever see a 
sight like this. Sperm welled in his balls. He began 
pumping with his wife holding his balls. A few minutes 
later, he filled his fertile daughter with potent sperm 
and thrilled everyone into a chain reaction orgasm.

The three came apart slowly and lay side by side with 
Cindy in the middle playing with her spermy pussy along 
with her mother.  Their fingers danced together in slop. 
They kissed again, then Bill kissed her, then husband 
and wife kissed directly over her.  Cindy wanted in, so 
they attempted three-way Frenching. This went on for 
quite some time, that and playing with Cindy's spermy 
pussy. They all took turns stirring the incestuous soup.

An hour after this started, Clair got out of the bed, 
saying, "I'm going to fix dinner. You two relax. Enjoy 
yourselves. I'll be as kinky as you want me to be during 
your break, Cindy. And Bill, you can be as kinky as 
you'd like to be. I just want to be a part of it, okay."

They both assured her that they would want it no other 
way. That made her very happy. She flounced off on a 
cloud. Cindy looked to her dad and said, "Did you know 
she was like that?"

"No. I took a chance. Did you know you were like that?"

"What, bisexual? Yes. My roommate showed me. I am very 
bisexual.

She'll want in on this. Can we make room for one more?"

"There is always room for one more pussy in my bed."

"Great! You'll be seeing a lot more of me from now on, 
but from now on, I'm bringing Becky."

The End

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CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging 
in unsafe sex practices that involve any exchange of 
body fluid, even contact with open sores or small cuts. 
Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex, 
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are 
the stuff of fantasy and are offered to promote the only 
safe sex there is - masturbation. Before you try 
anything, find out what the risks and hazards are 
because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and 
remember - sex with minors should be left to other 
minors. PP