Spoiling it
                         An Erotic Story

     My mother sure knows how to spoil things.
     After I got home from school today, I found my father 
sitting in the big chair, watching the cheerleaders in a football 
game.  Dad doesn't really like football all that much, but he 
DOES like to look at pretty girls showing lots of panty, as they 
jump and squirm around.  Heck, sometimes even I like to watch.
     As usual, when watching something fairly sexy on TV, Dad had 
his pants down around his ankles, and was slowly stroking his 
prick, as he imagined shoving the big old thing up in one or the 
other of the girls on the screen's tight little twat.  "That big 
old honker would probably make the little girl scream," I 
thought; remembering how it felt going into me.  Scream with 
ecstasy, that is.
     It's a good thing I don't wear panties any more, as they 
would have been soaked.  "Uh, Dad?" I asked.  "How would you like 
to stick that fucker into the real thing?"  My pussy was as wet 
as the head of my father's prick, at just the thought.
     Dad jerked in surprise at being caught, "with his pants 
down."  Then he looked at the bare pussy just visible under the 
edge of my mini-skirt, from where he sat, looking up at me.  He 
licked his lips, and responded, "I'd like that."
     Two seconds later we both gasped in delight, as my father's 
thick prick slid home in my belly where it belonged.  God, did 
that feel good.
     I could tell that Dad liked it almost as much as I did.  He 
had been sitting there for probably 10 minutes stroking his prick 
before I came in, and it's a wonder he didn't splatter my tight 
little cunny full of baby-juice the moment I sat down on him.  
Sometimes the feel of his own daughter's tight little hole 
sliding down his prick did just that; casing him to lose control 
and ejaculate his sperm inside my vagina before he even got all 
the way inside me.
     Luckily for both of us, tonight he had better control.  Dad 
just shuddered a little as he bottomed out in me, then sat there 
with his prick buried to the hilt in my belly, while we both 
enjoyed the pleasure of being mated.
     Well, Dad may have been able to hold out, but I couldn't.  
After all, my father had only been playing with himself for about 
10 minutes or so before I got home from school.  I, on the other 
hand, had been sitting all day long with my bare little cunny 
rubbing against my seat in school, while surrounded by sexy boys, 
and even sexier teachers.  None of whom I dared to fuck at the 
moment, as I was midway between periods.  Such frustration, you 
wouldn't believe.  The moment I felt the last inch of Dad's prick 
slide home in me, stretching my cunny-lips almost to the 
bursting, I started to climax, and didn't stop for almost 10 
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     Now you might think that if just feeling me slide down his 
prick was enough to almost bring my father off, that feeling his 
little girl's tight little slit clamping and milking on his 
engorged prick like a runaway milking-machine would do it for 
sure.  Only it doesn't work that way for Dad.  SLIDING up and 
down, would have brought him off for sure.  Clamping and 
squeezing, while it felt good to Dad, just wasn't the type of 
stimulation that would force him over the edge.  So I got to 
enjoy my full orgasm with my father's prick throbbing in my 
tummy, without having to worry about him filling my womb with his 
seed.  At the same time, Daddy got the pleasure of seeing (and 
feeling) his little girl squirming in orgasm on top of him, while 
her tight little cunny squeezed and clamped on his swollen prick; 
letting him know just how much she was enjoying having her own 
father's penis inside her.  Occasionally, he would grit his teeth 
and hold my hips still for a second or two, while pushing his 
prick up as far inside me as he could.
     At these moments, I knew my father was fighting to keep from 
ejaculating his sperm inside me, so I managed to hold my 
swiveling hips under control for the second or two it took Dad to 
regain HIS control.  Otherwise my father would have been filling 
my fertile young womb with his potent seed.  As it was, he was 
probably leaking pre-cum and even some sperm into my vagina up 
next to my womb anyway.  Such a dangerously sexy thought.
     As I said, this went on for probably about 10 minutes, 
before my horny squeezes on Dad's prick died down to just the 
normal friendly squeeze of a girl enjoying her father's cock 
inside her.  So we sat there like that.
     Uhuh.  There's something so wonderful about being this close 
to your own father.  For the next hour, we just sat there like 
that; watching television through the end of the game, and on 
into the news.
     About halfway through the news, we were interrupted by my 
little sister coming home from school.  The 12-year-old looked at 
the two of us in a disgusted manner, as she saw that I had 
already monopolized our father.  Still, she didn't say anything.  
My sister knew better than to interrupt us, as I never 
interrupted HER, when she was screwing Dad.  By unwritten 
agreement, we each got him once in the evening, with no 
interruptions from the other.   No matter how long it took, until 
Dad got off.  Tonight I hoped to spend three or four hours mated 
to my father, before he came and I had to get off.
     Only Mom spoiled things.  About half an hour after my sister 
got home, Mom returned from shopping.  Finding me sitting on 
Dad's prick, while my little sister watched us with more interest 
that any of us were giving to the television, Mom decided to get 
a close-up look.  My mother walked right up to the two of us, so 
her face was just inches away from where her husband's thick 
prick had vanished into her daughter's tightly stretched little 
slit.  "You know," she said, "you'd better be careful.  If you 
cum in her right now, you might just get our little girl 
pregnant."





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     "Momma!" I objected; but it was too late.  Hearing this 
obscene comment from his wife, after having been on the brink for 
over an hour, was too much for my father.  With a grunt, Dad 
pushed up inside me to the hilt, while pulling me down by the 
waist as hard as he could.  I felt my father's prick jerk inside 
me.  Once, twice, then three times Dad's prick flexed in me.  
Then I felt a trickle of wetness running down my thigh; and knew 
it was all over.  Damn!  As I said, I had WANTED to enjoy Dad's 
prick inside me for several hours.  Now it was my little sister's 
turn.  (If she could get him up, that is.)
     As I implied before, my little sister and I get along fairly 
well; in spite of our somewhat friendly rivalry over our father.  
The little girl handed me a tissue I hadn't even seen her go get, 
so I could stopper-up my leaking hole, when I managed to force my 
trembling legs to stand up.
     "Thanks," I said, but my little sister was too busy to 
reply; sucking our father's prick, in an attempt to get him hard 
enough to fuck again, before dinner time.  The little girl didn't 
seem to mind the combination of Dad's sperm and my spendings 
soaking his wilting prick; licking it clean, and working to get 
every drop of our juices.  It was almost as if she LIKED the 
taste of my pussy, combined with our father's sperm.  Oh well.  I 
wished my sister luck on reviving Dad's prick.  After the way he 
had squirted inside me, she was going to need it.  From the feel 
of what was still leaking out around the plug of tissue paper, 
Dad must have squirted enough baby-juice in my belly to knock up 
a hundred girls like me.  And (as I mentioned before) I was right 
between my periods too.
     "Thanks Mom," I said sarcastically, "I really didn't need 
the help."
     "Sorry," she said; not sounding apologetic at all, "but I 
have to fix dinner, and I didn't want to miss seeing your father 
get you pregnant."
     As I said, my mother sure knows how to spoil things.  I 
couldn't even be properly mad at her for making Dad ejaculate in 
me before I wanted him to.  After all, how many times does a 
woman get to see her husband make a baby in his own daughter?
     Still, did she have to spoil MY pleasure, just to get hers?
     It was about this time that we both heard rising grunts and 
groans from the other room, and realized that my sibling had 
managed to get our father's prick up after all.  Mom cut our 
conversation short, as she didn't want to miss seeing her husband 
squirting his seed in their younger daughter as well.
     At least from the sound of it, Mom wouldn't be spoiling 
their pleasure this time, like she had mine, as my little sister 
was working as hard as she could to get our father off inside her 
cute little tummy.  I guess she was afraid that if she tried to 
hold off too long, Dad would "lose it" after having already 
filled one daughter's womb with his seed.  This time I watched 
along with my mother, as Dad's prick suddenly bulged at the 
bottom; and I saw a ripple run through the tube at the base of 
his prick.  Two seconds later, a white drop appeared at the base 
of our father's cock, and I knew the man was filling my little 
sister's womb with his potent seed, just like he had filled mine.



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     All the while my little sister grunted and groaned and 
thrashed in orgasm; milking each precious drop of our father's 
sperm up inside her tight little belly.  At least SHE didn't get 
her fuck spoiled by Mom, like I did.
     I guess I'm just a grouch.  Not many girls get to fuck their 
own fathers.  Even less, get to feel him ejaculating his seed 
inside them when they're not on the pill and between periods, 
like Mom lets us do.  I guess I should just be grateful Mom lets 
me fuck Dad at all; with his bare prick squirting thick white 
baby-making cum in my receptive womb where it belongs.  Not many 
girls are lucky enough to get even that much.  So I guess I 
shouldn't mind if my mother gets her kicks by watching her 
husband father a baby on me or my little sister, even if it DOES 
spoil my fun a little.  After all, I HAD gotten off already, and 
Mom knew it.  <Sigh.>  It still seems a little unfair though.
     I wonder if I'm pregnant yet.









































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