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Daddy's Harem
by Abner Wizzle (abnerwizzle@hotmail.com)

***

Aron Palmer's daughters want to learn all about harems 
and he's more than willing to teach them all the ins and 
outs. (M/f+, ped, inc, cheat, preg)

***

Aron Palmer returned home after a long day of work, 
exhausted down to his bones. But he immediately perked 
up as the front door opened for him before he could even 
put the key in the lock. His twin daughters, Ella and 
Emmy, 14 years-old, smiled as they each grabbed one of 
his hands and pulled him inside.

"We're glad you're home, Daddy," Ella said seriously as 
they led him to his favorite easy chair and guided him 
down into its familiar comfort.

"We have a question for you," Emmy continued. She and 
her sister each sat on one of the arms of the chair. 

Aron admired how grown-up his girls were getting. Both 
of them already had shapely hips and they'd been wearing 
brassieres for almost two years now. Their faces were 
also beginning to morph from little girl cuteness into 
womanly beauty. 

"Go ahead, ask."

"I was reading about Ancient Egypt," Ella began. "So was 
I," Emmy added, as she pushed in closer to her father.

"Good for you two!" Aron beamed.

"And it said that the kings had harems. That means they 
had more than one wife, right?"

"Right," Mr. Palmer nodded. "Those kings sometimes had 
dozens of wives. And they all lived together in a 
harem."

"Why?" asked Emmy. 

Mr. Palmer smiled. What a terrific way to teach his 
girls about the birds and bees. His way. "So the king 
could make as many babies as he could, as fast as he 
could. People didn't live very long back then. They 
wanted to have lots of babies, just in case they got 
sick or got hurt in a war."

"So why aren't there harems now?" Ella wondered.

"Oh, there are," Mr. Palmer assured them. "Even here in 
Westchester, I'll bet there are more than a few harems. 
But people don't advertise it. They keep it secret so 
they don't get in trouble."

Emmy grinned slyly and raised her eyebrows. "It sounds 
naughty."

"Really, REALLY naughty," Ella echoed. "But really cool, 
too. Being a king's wife and making lots of babies with 
him." 

"It sounds fun," Emmy said as she slid down from the 
chair's arm and onto her father's lap. "Can we be in a 
harem with you, Daddy?"

Ella also slipped down onto her father's lap and 
squeezed her hips against her sisters' while hugging her 
father's neck. "Can we? We wanna be your harem wives, 
Daddy."

"We won't tell Mom. We'll keep it a secret, just like 
you said we should."

Aron Palmer felt his rod throb and grow erect beneath 
his daughter's tight little butts. The timing was 
perfect. Karla Palmer, the girls' mother, was a 
corporate attorney and had just begun a one-month 
sojourn in Chicago working a trial, so the house would 
be their castle for the next several weeks. 

Aron hugged both his girls closer to him. They giggled 
and purred as they ran their hands over his chest and 
kissed his face. 

"Okay, you two. We can form a harem. But I think we 
should ask your sister Bonnie to join us, too, when she 
gets home from school. A harem should always have at 
least three members."
 
***

Sixteen year-old Bonnie came home from school and 
everyone was waiting at the front door when she entered. 
"Do you wanna join our harem, Bonnie?" Emmy asked her 
older sister.

Her dad told her what was going on. It wasn't a huge 
shock to the 16 year-old. After all, Bonnie and her 
father had already been flirting with each other since 
earlier this year, and there was already the possibility 
that they were going to end up breeding together by her 
next birthday. Apparently, the difference now was that 
it was going to happen a year sooner. 

Bonnie was all for it. But now there the matter of her 
younger sisters' involvement. She loved the twins, but 
since she was the older sibling, she needed to firmly 
establish her seniority.

Bonnie did a sexy little sashay toward her father and 
embraced him. They kissed with a familiar passion, while 
Bonnie caressed the sizeable bulge in her father's 
slacks. "I know all about harems," she finally 
announced, "and there is always one wife who is the 
leader. If I agree to be in this harem, then I'm the 
'alpha-wife.' That means that at night, when Mom's not 
home, I get to stay with Daddy in the Master Bedroom. 
You two have to sleep in your own rooms."

The younger girls fussed a little about that 
arrangement, but eventually they agreed. "Just as long 
as Daddy makes babies in us, too," Emmy stated. 

"Don't worry," Aron assured her. "The king always makes 
babies with all the wives in his harem."

"Oooooooo!" all three girls cooed. 

Ella suddenly had an idea. "Hey, if we're gonna be in a 
harem, does that mean we get to wear belly dancer 
outfits and lots of makeup?"

Aron grinned. "Of course, Honey. And I was thinking we 
could all go over to Westchester Jewelers and get 
wedding rings for you all, too. Would you like that?"

The girls all squealed with joy and bounced up and down 
as they hugged their father. 

***
 
First they stopped at Westchester Jewelers to pick out 
their wedding rings. The girls behaved like little 
ladies while they shopped, even though on the inside 
they were squealing with excitement at the thought of 
marrying their Daddy and being his harem wives. In fact, 
it was Aron who had to check himself, as his 9-inch pole 
was in a nearly permanent state of tumescence as his 
sexual anticipation was boiling over.

After Aron had the rings boxed up and paid for, they all 
set off for The Westchester Costume Shoppe. There, the 
girls assembled their harem outfits from the many belly 
dancing tops and skirts and veils they found. The 
teenagers particularly enjoyed the fact that the outfits 
would display their bare bellies – which they all hoped 
would soon be filled with babies. 

Next, Aron took his daughters to Macy's to get all sorts 
of lipsticks, rouges and eyeliners. Their mom never let 
them wear makeup, so it was yet another new experience 
for the teenagers. 

Finally, the troupe stopped for a celebratory party at 
the Westchester Pizza Parlour before heading home to 
commence the harem. 

***

That evening, all three girls donned their belly dancing 
outfits, the diaphanous fabric displaying all sorts of 
pastel shades – aqua, pink, tan, yellow, maroon – and 
the hip-hugging skirts barely concealing the extremely 
translucent panties that each girl wore. Scarcely 
hidden, their love mounds were all lightly furred with 
pubescent silky light brown muffs. 

They helped each other apply the makeup, and when they 
were done, all three teenagers looked like they were in 
their early 20s. It's amazing what a little eyeliner and 
rouge can do for a girl's chronology.

While his daughters were changing into their outfits, 
Aron had redecorated the living room. Large throw 
pillows were on the floor, the coffee table was adorned 
with bowls of dates, grapes and plums, and glasses of 
wine were on the end table. Tonight was a special 
occasion – more special than any other.

Aron put some Turkish music on the stereo and watched as 
his daughters sashayed down the staircase from their 
bedrooms. They giggled a little bit as they belly danced 
the best they could. "Lovely, girls," he smiled. "You 
all look so sexy." 

The twins continued to belly dance as Bonnie danced over 
to where her father stood. She draped a veil over his 
face and then slipped a hand over his thong brief – the 
only item of clothing he had on besides a regal-looking 
faux gold-trimmed bathrobe. Caressing his savagely huge 
babymaker, she cooed into his ear, "Ooooo, Daddy... it's 
sooo nice and big for me." 

Allowing the music to sweep her away again, Bonnie spun 
around, sending the veils fluttering in the air. She 
then returned into his arms and kissed him. Locking eyes 
with her father, she said, "I want my ring now, Daddy. 
Then I want my baby." 

Aron reached into his bathrobe pocket and produced one 
of the wedding rings. While Bonnie continued to sway and 
dance to the music, her father slipped the ring onto her 
finger. "I now pronounce you my first harem wife," he 
stated. 

Meanwhile, both twins had danced over to the pair. Ella 
stood behind her father and pulled down his thong, 
releasing his fully erect flesh pole. She reached around 
and stroked it with both hands, nice and slow, as she 
danced against his back. At the same time, Emmy came 
behind her older sister and unbuttoned her harem top, 
letting it slip off her body and onto the carpet. Bonnie 
was now only dressed in tiny translucent aqua panties, 
the moistness of her muff causing the fabric to cling 
along her fertile cleft. 

Bonnie slowly danced down to her knees and then began to 
lick her father's egg-sized testicles, purring like big 
loving kitten. The twins knew that it was time to let 
their father and sister have space now, so they moved 
over to the coffee table and each took a glass of wine. 
Even though it was their first time with alcohol and 
they were only 14 years-old, they behaved like 
sophisticated ladies, each taking only a small sip and 
then putting down the glasses. Then they nibbled on 
plums while they watched their Daddy guide Bonnie onto 
the pile of the large throw pillows.

While she lay among the pillows, Aron moved his mouth 
toward her baby powder-scented panties and found his 
nose filled with the musky aroma of her moist snatch. He 
tongued her hot tasty slit through the panties, causing 
the teenager to shiver and sigh contently. He then used 
his teeth to pull Bonnie's panties all the way down her 
trembling thighs. 

Bonnie got up on all fours, kneeling on one of the throw 
pillows. She resumed a sort of belly dance, gyrating her 
tight round rump. She glanced dreamy-eyed over her 
shoulder, inviting her father to penetrate her virgin 
snatch. "C'mon, Daddy," she cooed, "make a baby in me." 

Aron moved behind his teenaged concubine and slowly slid 
his rock hard babymaker up Bonnie's fertile love canal. 

"Daddy!" the 16 year-old cried out with pleasure. "You 
feel sooo good!" She thrust herself back onto her 
father's breeding pole, meeting his every plunge. 

Father and daughter were soon copulating feverishly as 
they consummated their illicit union. Just the thought 
of what they were doing was the greatest aphrodisiac of 
all. They'd formed a secret harem while Mrs. Palmer was 
out of town, and now they were going to breed together 
until all three daughters' bellies were filled with 
babies. 

It didn't take long for Bonnie's erotic sensations to 
reach a delicious pinnacle. "I'm orgasming, Daddy! Make 
a baby in me!"

Bonnie's tender babyhole was so warm and tight, and Aron 
did all he could to maintain control as long as he 
could. But his 16 year-old daughter was so sexy, and 
when she started climaxing, he knew he'd soon be joining 
her. He groaned long and loud, and sent a half-dozen 
fertile blasts of babyjuice deep inside his daughter's 
womb. 

They rolled around and now Bonnie was straddling her 
father, his pole still fully erect inside her snug 
babyhole. She ran her hands through his chest hair, and 
then leaned forward, pressing her pert little boobs 
against him. Aron admired her heavily-eyelinered face, 
her rosy cheeks and her plump pink lips. 

"You're so sexy, Sweetheart." 

Bonnie smiled at her father's compliment and kissed him 
lovingly. "Let's do it again, Daddy," she breathed 
seductively, as she slowly pistoned herself up and down 
the length of his babymaker. 

Meanwhile, the twins were fingering themselves and 
getting more and more excited as they watched their 
father impregnate Bonnie. They climaxed from their self-
stimulation as Aron once again emitted an animal groan 
and fertilized his daughter's eggs with thick sprays of 
hot man jam. Bonnie squealed long and loud as she 
experienced a 20-second orgasm. She collapsed in a hot 
perspiring heap onto her daddy's chest, her breathing 
heavy but weighted with complete satisfaction. 

The Turkish belly dancing music was still playing and 
the twins now rose from the couch and again started 
dancing to it. Only this time, they started coaxing 
their father toward them with hand gestures. 

Aron continued to be filled with an almost insatiable 
carnal hunger and a seemingly animal capacity for 
breeding. His flesh rod was still throbbing and pounding 
with sexblood, and it remained a fully erect 9 inches. 
He eagerly rose from the field of throw pillows and 
approached his 14 year-old twins, ready to give it to 
them good. 

But the twins knew what they wanted. As he got closer to 
them, they glided away, shimmying and swaying, dancing 
toward the stairs leading up to the Master Bedroom. 
"Noooo, Daddy," Ella teased. "Emmy and me want you to 
make babies with us in your bed." 

Emmy moved toward her father, swept a veil across his 
face, and then draped it over his twitching babymaker. 
"Yeah, Daddy. You have to follow us up to the King's 
Bedroom before you get to put your big royal sword in 
us." 

Both girls continued belly dancing, waving veils and 
slowly sashaying their way up the stairs. Aron was in a 
lust-crazed trance now, and all he could do was follow 
his naughty teenage daughters wherever they wanted him 
to go. 

Back on the throw pillows, Bonnie had recovered from her 
climaxes and was now pouting just a little bit. She'd 
wanted Daddy all to herself tonight. But as the twins 
and her father disappeared into the Master Bedroom, she 
knew she really wanted to watch Daddy impregnate her 
sisters. So she slipped her panties back on and hurried 
up the stairs after them.

Meanwhile, the dance had finally ended on Aron's bed, 
where Ella and Emmy now knelt. Having shed their many 
veils and scarves and skirts, they were now clothed only 
in matching translucent pink panties. Already wearing 
their new wedding rings, they were ready be harem wives, 
in every sense of the word. 

Their father was also on the bed, caressing one girl, 
then the other, rubbing their budding titties and 
running his hands over their tight little butts. He was 
imagining how huge both of their bellies were going to 
get when he was through with them. Ella began stroking 
her father's massive babymaker, needing to use both 
hands to get the job done. Then, Emmy imitated what she 
saw her big sister do earlier – she licked her Daddy's 
big juicy balls, savoring the saltiness and the shape as 
he moaned with grateful pleasure. 

Aron eventually took Ella into his arms and coaxed her 
to join him under the covers. With her head on the 
pillow, he moved between her legs and began rubbing his 
rod up and down his daughter's hot slippery slit. He was 
about to take her virginity, and he knew her twat was 
going to be really tight. However, Ella was so wet and 
excited that she was already moving rhythmically with 
her father, furiously rubbing herself against him, and 
it felt so good. 

"Do it, Daddy," she begged. "Put it in me." 

Aron stabbed his nine-inch rod deep inside his daughter, 
swiftly and painlessly breaking her hymen. "Ohhh, 
Daddy!" Ella moaned. "That feels so nice!" 

Father and daughter moved their hips together, starting 
with a very slow tempo as they tenderly kissed and loved 
on each other. "My god, Daddy," Ella sighed. "If making 
babies always feels this good, I want you to make a 
hundred babies in me!" 

They continued making love in Daddy's bed, while Emmy 
stood near her Mom's dresser, watching and rubbing her 
love button. Bonnie had also entered the Master Bedroom 
by now, and she stood at the doorway rubbing her slit as 
she watched her father impregnate Ella.

After about 15 minutes, Ella reached her first climax. 
Then her father sped up their copulation as he drew near 
the finish line. "I'm gonna put a baby in you, 
Sweetheart," he managed, as his forehead glistened with 
well-earned perspiration. 

"Mmmm," Ella cooed as their hip thrusts accelerated 
aggressively. "Do it, Daddy. Make a baby in me. I'm 
orgasming again. Oh, my gaawwww..." 

And Aron ejaculated powerfully inside his daughter, 
completely coating the walls of her womb with generous 
jets of hot fertile babyjuice. 

In the afterglow, they continued to kiss tenderly as 
their breathing slowly returned to normal. Then, Emmy 
pushed her way into the bed and hugged her father's 
neck. "My turn, Daddy."

Ella moved out from under the covers and sat in the 
chair near the bed. Her father's still-warm seed leaked 
out of her marauded slit and stained the chair cushion's 
royal blue velour. But Ella didn't worry; there would be 
much, much more where that came from. 

Bonnie sat down in the other chair and both girls 
proceeded to finger themselves as they watched Daddy now 
take Emmy's virginity. He essentially repeated the same 
routine, getting Emmy really wet and excited, and then 
slamming his sword up her babyhole, cleanly cutting 
through her hymen without a wince of pain. 

They also began their union by slowly making love, this 
time for nearly a half-hour, sending the 14 year-old 
into numerous throes of orgasmic bliss. Aron was lasting 
much longer now, having sent his seed into his 
daughters' vaginas 3 times now. Still, he couldn't deny 
how full of untethered lust he still was, knowing he was 
impregnating all three of his daughters in a single 
night. 
 
And then it dawned on him that his reign as the king of 
this harem had just begun. With a final thrust, he 
pumped his last vital squirts of babyjuice deep into his 
daughter Emmy's twat and the king's harem was now 
officially consummated. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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