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(mf-teens, inc, nc, rp) *** It's early morning and I'm just starting to wake up. I lay here and smile. I feel so good. Lying up against me with her head inside my left arm and on my shoulder is my sixth-generation daughter, Tina. Her little titties with their hard nipples are pressing against my side. Her outside leg is thrown over mine. Her inner thigh is all sticky with my cum, and her arm is lying across my stomach with her hand holding my cock. I glance over at my wife, Sara, on the other side of the bed. She is already awake and smiling back at me. I'm ninety-nine, and have had a full night. My daughter has just had her thirteenth birthday, and a good time was had by all. Hopefully she is pregnant, but we'll continue breeding her until she has missed her period. I really want to live to be a hundred so that I can hold my seventh-generation daughter. That would make her my great, great, great, great, great granddaughter. All this started early in the twentieth century on a warm summer day. You see, I grew up in a small, Midwestern, farming community. Sara lived next door to me. I had a crush on her, but I was a couple of years older and, unfortunately, she had no interest in me. For her thirteenth birthday she had a big party, but I wasn't invited. So I went down to the dump to shoot rats with my slingshot. While I was there, I found a bunch of empty bottles, and thought that they'd make great targets and be easier to hit than rats, since they didn't move. One of the bottles that I was going to set up for target practice had a label on it that said 'chloroform,'and still had a little bit of liquid in the bottom. WOW! Did I ever get an evil plan! I'd teach her not to invite me to her birthday party! I went home and set my plan into action. I got a rag from the rag bin, and some rope from the storeroom. About midnight, I got out of bed and picked up my sack of stuff, snuck out of my bedroom window, climbed down the tree, went through the hedge, up the morning-glory trellis, and through the window into Sara's bedroom. I poured some of the chloroform onto the rag and held it against her nose and mouth until I was sure that she was out. I took the rope from the sack and tied her arms and legs spread-eagled to the four corners of her bed. Then I took my pocketknife and cut off her nightgown, then cut two strips from it, one for a gag, and another to blindfold her so that when she came to, she couldn't identify me and cause me problems later. There she was, naked, for me to look at and feel-up. I touched her small titties with my fingers and, when they got hard, tried to suck some milk out of them. Of course it didn't work, but what did I know? I was only fifteen after all. Anyway, back to the story. I then put my hand down to her pussy and felt the fuzz that was there. It was short, and so soft that you really wouldn't call it hair yet -- just soft, silky strands. Feeling her slit, I found a bud near the top that I rubbed for a little while. She must have liked it, because her pussy moved up to meet my finger, and I think that she was starting to wake up from my doing that. I then moved my hand down and slid my middle finder into her pussy. Boy, it excited me that it was wet and tight. My finger went in a long inch, and then something stopped it! I thought that pussies were supposed to be deeper than that, and just assumed that it would get deeper as she got older. I decided that I couldn't wait any longer, as my cock was so hard that it was almost hurting, so I took off my pajamas and crawled up onto the bed between Sara's legs. I centered my cock in her slit and pushed. It went in a little bit and then stopped, but I knew what to do next because I had watched some dogs fuck -- so I started to shove in and out. Wow, did it feel good. I got so exited that I shoved my cock hard into her pussy, and it sank all the way into her. She jumped when this happened and tried to get up but couldn't, because I'd tied her up securely. I just kept pumping away because it felt so good, until my cock and balls began to feel all tingly and started to squirt stuff up inside of Sara's pussy. She was really trying to get loose at this point when I heard a noise come from her parent's bedroom. I thought that her dad might be coming down the hall to see what all the commotion was about, so I pulled my dick out of her pussy, shoved all the stuff, including the pajamas into the sack, raced home, and retreated naked to my bedroom to hide. When I got back into my bedroom I put my pajamas back on, stuffed the sack into the back of the closet, and hid under the covers. I couldn't get to sleep because I was really excited about what had happened, but I was a little bit scared too. In a few minutes, I saw the lights come on in Sara's house and bedroom window, and a little bit later the police arrived. An hour later the police left, the lights went out, and all was quiet. I then decided that I was safe. I lifted the finger that I had stuck-up Sara's pussy with, held it up to my nose and sniffed it. It smelled so good that I licked it off and then promptly fell asleep. Sara got knocked up from the rape. They never did catch the rapist. I volunteered to marry her so that the baby would have a daddy. Everyone said that I was too young to get married, but I insisted that that was what I wanted to. So, we got married just after I turned sixteen -- and just before my daughter Annie was born. Daughter number 1. After the baby came, we couldn't live with Sara's folks anymore. Her parents gave us an eighty acre farm a mile outside of town that had belonged to Sara's grandparents. Well, I didn't like farming, so we rented-out the farmland, but lived in the house while I started working in Sara's dad's hardware store to make a living. When Annie turned thirteen, we planned to have a birthday party for her in the evening after I got off work. It was Saturday, and we could sleep-in late the next morning. Sara was helping-out at the store while one of the female clerks was on maternity leave, but she left the store at noon to come home and get things ready for the birthday party. When she got to the house, Sara looked into the living room window and saw Annie lying on the couch wearing only her panties. A boy was sucking her titties, while she was giving another one a blowjob. Needless to say, the boys were quickly sent packing. If we hadn't invited so many people to the party, it would have been cancelled, but we decided to hold it anyway so that we wouldn't have to make up any excuse for canceling it on such short notice. Annie was sent to bed right after the party and I sat down to talk with Sara about what to do about her. Sara said, "The only way to calm her down and to save her reputation is to get her pregnant!" I was flabbergasted! "Will that work? Who can we get to fuck her that won't say anything?" Looking at me she said, "Getting pregnant worked for me, didn't it? You should be the one to do it!" "Alright, I'll go along with it, if that's what you think it'll take." Sara added, "We'll raise the baby as our own since I've never been able to get pregnant again. It'd be like our own little one in the house." We talked about it a while more and decided that the best time to do it was right now, before Annie could get into any more trouble. Up the stairs we went. We opened the door, reached in and turned on the lights, and walked into Annie's room. She was lying in bed and had her hand under her nightgown rubbing her pussy, with a smile on her face. When she saw us, she sat up with a shocked look on her face. Her voice was teenage-huffy. "What're you doing in my room, why don't you knock first?" Moving quickly, Sara grabbed her wrists and pulled her onto her back in the bed, with her arms held near the headboard. "Use your pocketknife and cut off her nightgown!" (For those who were wondering, yes it's the same knife. I consider it my lucky knife and have used it at all of the girls 'parties.) Annie began to scream and struggle. "Hurry up and get it off of her! Cut it into strips so we can tie her hands to the headboard!" Finally, we got the gown off and tied her hands. She lessened her struggling, but not her screaming. "Quit screaming or I'll gag you!" her mom said. "It hurts my ears! No one can hear you this far out in the country anyway! Sara said that she wanted to go first and warm Annie up for me, since it was her idea to begin with. She immediately got on the bed and lay down beside our daughter. She leaned over and started sucking and nibbling on Annie's nipples. She slid her hand down between her thighs and started playing with her pussy, stroking a finger in and out of her pussy. Sara looked at me and smiled. "We got to her in time, 'cause her cherry's still intact." Sara kept working on Annie's nipples and pussy for about a half-hour. Annie had cum many times by then, and was now in a state of almost constant climax. Sara looked at me and said, "She's ready for you. Get up here and breed her!" Was I ready! I had almost cum many times just watching the two of them. Well, I climbed onto the bed and slipped between my Annie's legs. I put my, now very hard, dick to the entrance of her pussy and shoved. It slid in about two inches and then stopped; I thought that I was in heaven. I pulled almost all the way out, took a deep breath, and then plunged into Annie's pussy as deeply as I could go. Her cherry popped without anyone hardly noticing. I came almost instantly, filling her pussy with loads of my stringy, white baby- making cum. We all rested for about a half-hour and then started again. Sara started by eating Annie's pussy for fifteen minutes. This really drove Annie nuts, and she pleaded with me to please untie her hands and to fuck her again, and I gladly freed her. It lasted about an hour this time, but boy did I really have to hold-out really hard not to cum too soon. When I finally came, we were both screaming with joy. Sara and I then retied Annie's hands to the sideboards of the bed so that she couldn't get up and clean herself up. Since we both wanted Annie to get pregnant, we wanted the cum to stay in her pussy where it would do the most good. Well it worked; nine months later Lisa was born. Sara said, "We should have a party like this whenever a daughter turns thirteen." So that's what we've done. Every thirteen years I have bred another daughter. The others daughters were Tammy, Joan, Wendy, and Tina. Sara and I raised Annie, Lisa, and Tammy as our daughters. Tammy still lives with us and is raising Joan, Wendy, Tina, and will probably raise the next daughter as her own as well. Annie is a curly red-head, and Lisa has red wavy hair. All of the other daughters have brown, wavy hair. In fact, the last three look so much alike that they could be triplets, if they were the same age. All of the daughters, except for Tina, have gotten married and have other kids of their own. Sara and I have many grandkids of all generations to keep us company. We really have enjoyed our lives even though we're both getting old now and slowing down a lot. Last night was the most special of any of our daughter's 'cumming' out parties. After all the cake, candles, and presents, Tina was sent to bed. An hour later Sara, all my other daughters, and I went upstairs to Tina's bedroom and marched right in. Boy, were we surprised! No one was there! We then heard Tina yelling that she was over in grandma's and grandpa's bedroom. Well, we all trooped into the other bedroom and there was Tina, sitting on our bed, wearing a big smile and her birthday suit -- and nothing else. She said that she wondered what took us so long, since she'd been ready for what-seemed-like forever. I don't know who told her, or how she figured it out, but was she ever ready. We... No, I don't think I'll tell you yet. I believe I'll just save the story of that evening for another time. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 41