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Authors name: Frank McCoy (mccoyf@millcomm.com)
Story title : Taking My Wife's Advice
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Taking My Wife's Advice (Mf, extreme-ped, inc, preg)
An Erotic Story by Frank McCoy (mccoyf@millcomm.com)
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Heading off to bed, I looked in on my daughter, like I
usually do before going to bed with my wife. Carol
insists that I look in on the child; even though she
knows that I sometimes masturbate while doing so ...
something she hates. So I take her advice on the one
thing, while ignoring it on the other.
Sandy looks so innocent, and so sweet; her sweet young
body filling out the sheets in a man's dream of what a
developing young girl should look like, to attract the
attention of the male of the species ... Like me.
Looking closer at my little girl's face, hair making a
delicate frame around the child's beauty, I sniff deeply
of young woman. The smell is intoxicating, while my
daughter's beauty fills my eyes. I cannot stop myself
from bending down and taking a kiss from her soft red
lips.
Sandy's lips move against mine; opening almost
automatically in her sleep to let my tongue taste the
inside of her mouth. The child's breath is soft and
sweet; while her tongue and mouth taste like the remains
of a lifesaver after it just finished dissolving.
Slowly I pull the light sheet and blanket down, revealing
my child's nude body. At only twelve years old, Sandy
hasn't developed the full breasts of her mother, that she
will probably have herself in a few years. Soft delicate
mounds just aching to be kissed (and I have many times
already). Barely showing on her chest; but still showing
that the girl has definitely become a little woman.
Farther down, as I slowly drag the sheet to uncover more
beauty, is a smooth flat belly, with a Navel that Hefner
would pay millions to put in the centerfold of Playboy.
My heart ached at my daughter's adolescent beauty.
I couldn't help or stop myself from uncovering the most
intimate part of my little girl; even though I knew it
was wrong for a father to feast on his own child like
this. My wife has told me many times how wrong it is to
jack off on my own daughter. But her innocent beauty had
been too much to resist; and finally a year or so ago I
hadn't. Many nights since then had been spent covering my
daughter from eyes to crotch with sticky white ropes of
gooey semen; and not once had Sandy ever objected;
whether I did it while the child was awake; or like now
when she was unconscious to the presence of her father.
Not even when I had spewed thick white semen into the
crotch of her panties, had my little angel raised the
slightest objection; though it had caused enough trouble
with finding clean ones in the morning that she no longer
bothered to wear them at night.
The sight of Sandy's smooth plump cunny lips, with its
tiny pointed nubbin in the middle, was enough to make my
already stiff prick as hard as a rock. I knew pre-cum and
maybe even some sperm was leaking from the tip; but I was
too engrossed in watching my daughter's tight little hole
to even think about touching myself. Time enough for
that, later.
I was tempted to put my head down and taste the slick wet
heat of my child; but didn't dare. If I did, I'd be
squirting my seed all over the bed instead of my daughter
where it belonged. Instead, I pulled the sheet completely
down, revealing Sandy's legs. While I'm not a leg man;
and she's perhaps a little too skinny for a Playboy
Model, Sandy's legs were quite satisfying to a pedophile
like me. Yeah, if you haven't guessed by now, I think
little girls are sexy.
My daughter, to me anyway, is probably the sexiest
creature on earth, even if not the most beautiful.
Knowing my child had reached puberty only a few months
earlier, just increased her sexiness from being achingly
beautiful and sexy to look at, to almost driving me crazy
that I wasn't allowed to bury my prick in her body and
ejaculate my semen inside her womb several times a day.
And the knowledge that Sandy had finished her period just
a little over a week and a half earlier, and was probably
ovulating either right now or in the next day or two, was
almost enough to drive me insane. Perhaps, it had.
No longer thinking with my head but my prick, I dropped
the robe I was wearing, and climbed on the bed between my
daughter's legs. Knowing the danger, knowing my wife was
still waiting for me to come to bed in the next room,
knowing that if my little girl made a noise my life would
be over, couldn't stop me. Still, Sandy never HAD
objected even once to what I do.
Almost automatically, Sandy raised her legs when I pushed
on them, so I could climb between them. I was entranced
by the utter depravity, and yet utter beauty of what I
was going to do. It may seem insane, but watching my
swollen prick spread the plump lips of my daughter's
vagina was probably the most beautiful sight I've ever
seen. Even if I had been watching a stranger slide his
prick into my little girl, instead of doing it myself,
with my own hardened and swollen member, I think I would
have been too entranced with the beauty of their coupling
to raise an objection until the man had buried his prick
to the hilt in my child's belly, and was pumping his
thick white cum into the fertile depths of my 12-year-old
daughter's receptive and pubescent young womb; spasming
his seed into my child's waiting fertility in spurt after
glorious spurt of reproductive fluid.
However, the slick wet heat of Sandy's tight little slit
spreading around the swollen head of my cock was too
incredibly erotic a sensation to allow me to contemplate
the beauty of our coupling for more than a second or two.
I was unable to stop myself from grabbing my prick and
wiping the pre-cum dribbling head up and down my child's
slit, so that both her tiny little vagina and my swollen
and turgid penis were both soaked and slippery with our
secretions. Then I did it. Yes, I fucked my own sleeping
little angel. I just couldn't help it.
First a tight ring snapped over the head of my prick;
then as I pulled out and pushed back in, inch after
precious inch of my little girl's cunny slipped wetly
over the shaft as it slid slowly inside her. God, my
daughter was tight. No matter how many times I fuck her,
it seems almost like a rubber vise squeezing and milking
on me.
Feeling her own father's prick sliding into her body woke
Sandy. I never could see how my daughter could stay
asleep even that long.
"Daddy?" she asked, sleepily; wiping her eyes and looking
down at where her father's penis was slowly working its
way into her nubile young body. "What are you doing,
Daddy?"
"Shhh," I hushed her. "Daddy's just fucking you so you
can get pregnant and have daddy's baby," I reassured her.
By this time, I was buried balls-deep in my child; and I
knew it wouldn't be long before I filled my 12-year-old
daughter's tight little womb with my incestuous sperm.
God, I love my daughter.
"Oh." Sandy looked down interestedly at where my prick
was now slowly working in and out of her tight little
crack. "Are you going to cum in me, Daddy?" she asked.
"Uhuh," I responded. "In just a minute or so baby."
For a bit, Sandy just watched me saw in and out, while
the rising seed in my prick built up pressure. After a
minute or so however, the pressure of my swollen penis
inside her tight little vagina, along with the rubbing
stimulation of the base titillating her now-swollen nub
of a clitoris, caused the child to give first a tentative
shove back at me; then more and more energetic humps,
until after about two minutes the child was humping and
squirming, and doing everything a little girl can do to
get her father to dump his seed in her belly. Moans and
pants and groans as she worked against me just added to
the knot growing in my belly, as I worked to give my
daughter what she needed.
Only I didn't cum first. With pants and heaves (It's a
good thing Sandy isn't a screamer, like her mother is.)
the little girl suddenly arched her back and jammed her
crotch at mine, while her already tight little pussy
grabbed and chewed at my penis like it was going to bite
the thing off.
Luckily, the child's frantic actions around my prick and
wild gyrations slowed the rising seed in my prick until
she suddenly collapsed like a soaking-wet towel. Only
then could I stroke to a finish in her body. It took
almost a minute more, without Sandy's tight little cunny
milking for my cum, before I was able to give the child
what she had been working so hard for. But when I did, it
was everything a nubile young girl like my daughter could
ask for.
"Here it comes," I warned the little pre-teen. "Daddy's
squirting his baby-stuff inside you."
Sandy had already spent most of her energy in that
enormous orgasm; but weakly tried to raise her hips to
meet mine, and capture as much of her father's seed
inside her tummy as she could by forcing my prick to
spurt it's thick load as deeply inside her body as the
two of us could make it go.
I groaned with sudden ecstatic relief; as my penis
suddenly swelled and spat into the child; holding my
prick buried as deeply inside the little girl as I could,
while I felt first a tickle, then a surge, and finally
full-throated savage ejaculations ripple through the tube
on the bottom of my penis, and into the waiting fertility
of my own little girl's welcoming young body.
Surge after surge, gush after gush, and thick white
squirt after thick white squirt of incestuous cum burst
out of my prick and into the child's belly where it
belonged. Not a drop went to waste; as each incestuous
jet of sperm squirted almost directly at the little
girl's uterus; spraying the entrance to my daughter's
womb with her own father's seed. I knew that Sandy's body
was being filled with millions of tiny black sperm; each
now searching desperately for the tiny hole leading to
her womb, and from there to the tube where even now an
egg was slowly working its tedious wad towards the
child's womb, where hopefully it would implant itself and
her little brother or sister would start to grow.
It was only after aching heaves and throbs tried to send
even more sperm inside the child that I didn't have, that
I finally got off her. I don't even remembering getting
down close and fucking "missionary" style' but as I
pulled away, our bodies separated with an almost obscene
"plop" and I could see a wet sheen to my daughter's body
where mine had been next to hers; flattening her breasts,
which were just starting to recover their wonted
stiffness. Sandy's nipples were still stiff and aroused;
though I knew she would be too exhausted from cumming
this last time to go again, even if she was willing as
she appeared to be. Besides, after a cum like THAT, I'd
be lucky myself to get another hard-on within a day, let
alone the few minutes we had before my wife came looking
to see what was keeping me.
As I pulled away, my now shrunken prick pulled out of the
child's body, and slapped wetly against my leg. No, there
wasn't a chance of getting that thing back inside her
tonight.
Sandy looked down at the tiny drop of white leaking from
my wilted penis, and then down to the matching mess I had
made of her formerly neat and tight little vagina. The
hole was slowly closing after I pulled out; the child's
tightness challenged, but not defeated. As Sandy's tiny
little hole closed, a bubble of white was slowly forced
out, making an obscene puddle in the middle of her tiny
little slit.
My daughter gave me the kind of loving look that only
little girls can ever give their dads ... Nobody else
needs to apply; not even lovers who cared for their
boyfriends and/or husbands like my wife did me. "Thanks,
Daddy," she murmured sleepily, before snuggling back into
the bed, while I pulled the blankets up to her neck. "I
thought you had forgotten me tonight," she added with a
yawn; before cuddling deeper into the pillow. An almost
purring, "Mmmmmm," of contentment slowly slipped into a
sigh of the quiet breathing of sleep.
I kissed the little girl on the nose, bringing another,
"Mmmm," of happiness from my daughter, and a matching
smile as well. "Sweet dreams, Honey," I told her, as I
slipped my robe back on, and head out.
"Mnnn . n . n . night, Daddy."
"'Night, Sweetheart," I responded; giving one last loving
look at my daughter before I closed the door.
"Well," huffed my wife, as I finally slipped off my robe,
and slipped into bed beside her. I knew I should have
stopped in the bathroom to take a pee, and wash my now-
satiated prick off ... but I was way too tired. "What
took you so long?" she asked.
"I was just checking on Sandy," I replied, sleepily.
Yeah, I was ... checking on her fertility. But I didn't
want to tell my wife that, for sure.
Suspiciously, Carol reached over to my still-wilted
prick, and found it sticky. "You didn't jack off on her
again, did you?" she accused.
My face grew red. I wasn't about to deny the charge;
because then I'd have to tell her what I'd REALLY done to
our daughter. I might not always tell the truth and the
whole truth to Carol; but on the other hand, we never
lied to each other, either. Best to just let my wife
think of me as a pervert.
Taking my silence for assent, Carol started in again on
the same rant we had been through many times in the years
we had been married. For some reason (Religious
upbringing? The "sin" of Onan? Who knows?) my wife thinks
that jacking off, or masturbation of any kind is the
world's worst perversion. "Sexually sick," she calls it.
I've shown her hundreds of articles proving that
everybody does it; but my wife still thinks it's nasty.
As far as I know, her own finger has only touched her
vagina while cleaning it ... and that through a
washcloth. She doesn't even scratch an itch down there;
though sometimes it must almost drive her crazy. At
least, she hasn't divorced me for masturbating, when I do
it myself.
Surprisingly, Carol hasn't minded it as much when I
jacked-off all over our little girl, as she had when I
did it all by myself. "At least I wasn't wasting it so
much," she explained, when I asked her. She even seemed
happier to see me ejaculate my cum right on, or even *in*
our daughter's pouting cunny lips, than when I spewed it
all over the child's body ... or worse-yet, "wasted it"
by cumming in my own hand or tissue.
"Why can't you squirt it in ME?" she complained. I KNOW
how much my wife likes sex ... almost as much as I do.
"Or at least," she added, "find some girl to squirt it
in. It just isn't sensible to jack-off like that, when so
many women would be happy to do that for you."
"So I'm supposed to find a little girl, and stick my
prick in her?" I asked. While Carol isn't jealous, I sure
didn't expect her to condone my porking the kid next
door; and I told her so.
"At least it would be better than wasting it all over
your hand," she replied testily; seeming annoyed that I
pushed her into that corner. I knew now, once she had
agreed out loud to even the hint, that Carol would feel
honor-bound to not object ... even if she DID find me
laying pipe in the little girl next door.
"But what if the kid got pregnant?" I asked; trying to
see how far Carol would take this (to me) insanity.
"For Christ's sake," responded Carol with a huff. "The
kid's only twelve years old. She's barely older than
Sandy is. Besides, even if you did, it wouldn't be THAT
bad." Thinking about it, she amended, "As long as she
wanted it, that is."
"Oh right," I replied, sarcastically. "I'm supposed to
fuck Cindy next door and knock her up, because it would
be better than wasting my seed in my own hand. And what
do you think her father would think of that?" I asked.
Not giving her a chance to reply, I continued into her
open and objecting mouth, "So what would you think of
somebody doing that to Sandy?" I questioned.
"Uh ... Well ...." My wife obviously hadn't thought of
this angle.
Pressing my advantage, I continued, "Heck, what if *I*
went down the hall and slid my prick into Sandy; getting
her pregnant with her own father's baby kicking and
squirming in her tight little tummy? What would you think
of that?"
I was suddenly hot under the collar; as I realized how
closely I had described what I was already doing. If my
wife ever caught on, I was dead meat. Only ....
"Well," she defended her position, "at least it would be
better than jacking off, and wasting cum all over her
body, like you do now. You know, you could even get her
pregnant that way anyhow," she observed; reminding me of
the few times my cum had landed close-to, and sometimes
on or even *in* our daughter's pouting little slit. Carol
licked her lips in recollection, then added, "Seeing all
that semen going to waste, must be driving Sandy almost
crazy by now." Carol paused a moment, then added, "I know
it would me."
I looked over at my wife of years, with wide-eyed
amazement. It seems I had never really suspected how deep
she went in some areas. Of course, there were things in
me as well, that she didn't know about either.
"You know," I remarked thoughtfully, as I snuggled down
into bed and up to my sexy wife with my surprisingly re-
erect penis. "I might just do that sometime."
Carol's moans of appreciation as I took her from behind
blended into my fantasies of doing the same thing to our
little girl ... this time with her mother's approval. The
fact that Carol herself was fertile, being between
periods, and not on the pill as we had agreed to take our
chances on having a second child several months earlier,
just added to the erotic fantasy that she was Sandy, and
I was pumping my baby into our daughter's tight little
tummy as well as hers.
"Yes," I said; flexing my prick in her belly, "I just
might do that to Sandy, since you seem agree that it's
better for our daughter to have her own father's sperm
going right up inside her vagina, than having me waste it
by cumming on her tummy."
'Yes,' I thought, while sending thick gooey streams of
pearly white cum gushing into my lovely wife's still-
fertile belly; while hoping we had another girl, 'For
once, when it comes to alternatives to masturbation, I'm
going to take my wife's advice.'
And, you know what? This time, I did.
THE END
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