I love my kids
An Erotic Story
There's nothing like Sundays. Some people like Fridays,
because the whole weekend is ahead. Some like Saturdays, because
it's the start of the weekend, and you have two whole days to
relax. I like Sundays. Fridays are still work days; and
Saturdays are often spent doing things like shopping and other
things you couldn't do during the week because you were at work.
Or, the wife has chores that need to be done over the weekend.
But Sundays are MINE. And those are the days I get to relax and
spend time with the kids. I love my kids. There are other
reasons I like Sundays too.
One of the "other" reasons I like Sundays, is that usually
all the clothes-washing and other cleanup chores are done
already; so there's lots of hot water for baths or nice long
showers. So, usually Sunday mornings I either run a tub and
soak, or if I'm feeling dirty I take a nice long HOT shower,
without worrying about running the house short of hot water.
I was doing that this morning; soaking in the warm heat of
the shower; using bath-oil-lotion, and soaking in the comfort of
the beat of water on my back; half playing with my semi-erect
penis as I dreamed sexy thoughts. You should try it sometime.
About halfway through my shower, the door opened, my
daughter stepped in, and then Fawn closed the shower-door behind
her.
"Hi, Daddy," she said with a smile.
"Hi, Honey," I grinned at my little girl. "Want a backrub?"
The barely pubescent pre-teen grinned back at me. "Sure,
Daddy. I LIKE your rubdowns."
So I grabbed a gob of the bath-oil lotion from the tube
hanging on the showerhead, and proceeded to rub it all over the
little girl's nubile young body. Fawn shivered at my touch, and
not from the cold, either. I guess the feel of my hands running
all over her body excited the little girl almost as much as
feeling her body in my hands, and against my body and legs,
excited me. God did she feel good.
Before two minutes of feeling my daughter up had passed, I
had quite a noticeable erection. Fawn (of course) DID notice.
"Hmmm," she purred; backing up to me so that the swollen
member rubbed against her smooth, silky (and now oily) ass-
cheeks. "That feels good, Daddy ... but I know where it would
feel even better." Oh God, did she.
"Bend over," I croaked.
Obediently, the third-grader leaned over ... but not before
she had grabbed my swollen prick and was rubbing the slippery
cylinder against the equally slippery flesh between her legs.
"Please, Daddy?" she whined.
I couldn't help myself ... I did it. Yes, I fucked my
little girl, right there in the shower. Rubbing the tip of my
prick in the hot, wet, and oily heat between her legs, I pushed.
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At first, nothing happened. Then I pushed harder, while
Fawn leaned against the shower walls, and pushed back. Slowly,
first the head, and then more and more of the shaft inched its
way into the little girl's body. Fawn is by far the tightest
woman (or girl) I've ever fucked. Even now, four years after the
first time the little girl slipped into bed with her own father,
"So I can feel what it's like too!" she's STILL tighter than
anybody else I've ever had sex with.
It took a lot of effort to work in and out, even once we got
the whole thing inside her, and even though she was almost as wet
and slippery on the inside, as the water and bath-oil made her on
the outside. Fawn whimpered something about wanting Daddy's big
ole' baby-maker inside her; and I almost let my daughter have
everything in my balls right then. Some things are too
obscene/exciting to even think about. Pumping a baby in your own
little girl, is one of them.
It seems somebody ELSE had this on their mind too.
"Mike? Are you fucking our daughter again?" I almost
jumped and slipped in the shower, at my wife's question. I mean,
couldn't she SEE what we were doing? Well ... Maybe not too
well, through the rippled glass of the shower-door.
"Uh, Ugnh, huh," I grunted; still shoving my prick in and
out of Fawn's tight little baby-hole. That grunt, was about as
much of a confirmation as I was going to give. The squeezing of
my daughter's tight little sleeve around my engorged prick, was
about to get me off before I was ready.
"You know," Marie continued, "you're going to get that
little girl pregnant, if you keep on doing that."
"Uh, huh ... Yes, Dear," I panted; holding Fawn by the hips
while I emptied my prostate into the third-grader's sexy little
body. I could feel the tickle of the child's cervix against the
tip of my prick; and was stimulated and aroused even more by the
thought that I was discharging my sperm into the child's body,
THAT close to my daughter's womb. In her bent-over position,
instead of backing up and running out, the semen I was
ejaculating in the little girl was running down INTO Fawn's body,
and pooling around the entrance to my daughter's uterus.
"Mmmmm," Fawn moaned in appreciation; her already tight
little tunnel growing even tighter in clamps and squeezes around
my engorged penis that were almost painfully delicious, as the
child's orgasm practically milked the swollen member for each
precious squirt. "Thanks, Daddy."
With aching heaves and thick heavy spurts, I gave my
daughter what she wanted ... a belly full of her own father's
seed; jerking and spasming my seed into the child's tight little
slit until my balls ached with dry squirts.
When I finished, I was so wobbly-legged, I could hardly
stand; while Fawn was chipper, alert, and grateful; turning
around and giving me an openmouthed kiss like little girls her
age aren't supposed to even know about, let along give their
fathers. Still, 10 year old little girls aren't supposed to know
nearly as much about sex in general as my daughter did, either.
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"Well," huffed my wife, as Fawn left the shower, "couldn't
you at LEAST wait a week or so, when it wouldn't be so
dangerous?" The words were obviously addressed to our daughter,
not me; as Marie knows as well as I do, which one of us is
usually the aggressor ... from the first time she crawled into
our bed, "To feel Daddy's cock inside me, like Julie does," to
today crawling into the shower and fitting my prick inside her.
Fawn just rolled her eyes at the mere suggestion of WAITING
for sex. Not OUR daughter. Things like periods, ovulation, and
even babies were unimportant aspects of sex, as far as SHE was
concerned. What mattered was feeling her father's thick prick
filling her tight little baby-hole when SHE wanted and needed it.
Waiting two hours for sex, was way too long for Fawn. Waiting
two weeks, or even two days? Never.
"Is the little twerp done now?" asked Julie; entering the
bathroom at the same time her little sister left, unconcerned
about the slippery drool of cum still dribbling down one leg.
With me, their mother, and our oldest daughter all standing next
to the sink at the same time, it was a little crowded. The older
girl's smoothly swollen tummy rubbing against my skin, along with
her soft supple skin rubbing against mine, started to get me
aroused again; even if my penis WAS still dripping semen from
cumming inside her little sister.
Julie is no more unobservant when it comes to sex than her
little sister is. "Oooh," she cooed; rubbing her swollen breasts
against me, while her tummy bumped against my prick and her legs
somehow seemed to almost wrap around mine for maximum skin-
contact without actually fucking. "Is that for ME?" Her nipples
were brown and pointing; still able to stand out on the older
girl's swollen boobs, now filling with milk. I swear the girl
has gained at least two cup sizes this time. Even when her
breasts are engorged with milk, Julie almost doesn't need a bra;
her tits are that firm.
Pregnant women (as you can tell) turn me on. Pregnant pre-
teenaged little girls ... Well, you can guess. In spite of
having drained all the sperm I THOUGHT I had in her little
sister's tight little baby-hole, Julie had managed to give me
almost as big an erection as I had given my younger daughter.
"Oooo," she murmured softly, "I see Little Sister didn't do
a very good job of draining Daddy's balls. I guess if you want a
job done right, you've got to do it yourself. C'mere, Daddy.
Let a real WOMAN show you how the job is done."
With this, my eldest daughter grabbed me by the penis, and
using it like a leash the girl led me, still dripping, out of the
bathroom, past her mother, down the hall, past the nursery, and
into the girls' bedroom; where she proceeded to show her little
sister, "The proper way to drain Daddy's balls." Like I say,
there's something about pregnant pre-teens that will get me every
time ... the more pregnant, the sexier. And Julie is due about a
month before her thirteenth birthday, which isn't that far away.
God, I hope it's another little girl this time. Oh, boys
are OK, I guess, and a son would be nice; but as I said earlier,
I love my little girls.
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