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Chrissy's First Date
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Chrissy's dad won't let her date because he says she's 
too young. She thinks that's not fair and that his 
stories about what boys want on dates are all bull. So 
he sends her on a date... with her brother... and some 
very explicit instructions. Daddy only forgot one thing 
- Never send a boy to do a man's job. (Mf, mf, ped, 
inc, 1st, voy, preg)

***

Chrissy was mad. She was fifteen years old and she 
hadn't been on a single date. 

It wasn't because she was unpopular. Lots of kids at 
her school liked her and wanted to be around her. 

It wasn't because she was ugly. Her 5" 6" frame 
supported breasts that were a handful each, tipped with 
sharp little pencil eraser sized nipples just made to 
suck on. Below that were her thin waist and hips that 
any baby-bearing woman would love to have. Her cute 
little pussy lips were pink and plump and nestled just 
below fine wisps of golden pubic hair. Her face was 
gorgeous. She was a knockout.

No, the reason Chrissy had never been on a date was 
because of her father, one John Robinson by name. 

He wasn't mean or anything. He just remembered what he 
tried to do with 15 year old girls when he was, say 
thirteen through nineteen. For that matter he lusted 
after Chrissy's friends regularly and would gladly plow 
their sweet teen furrows if it didn't mean he'd end up 
in prison. He knew what boys thought about when they 
looked at his daughter, and he had decided a long time 
ago that she wasn't going to be exposed to groping 
strangers out for a quick fuck and then on to the next 
girl.

To be fair, any boy she wanted to spend time with was 
welcome to come to the house and they could watch TV, 
or make something to eat, or play board games on the 
dining room table. Anything except be alone, especially 
in a bedroom. 

Adding to the problem was Chrissy's brother Bobby. He 
was seventeen and a tackle on the football team. He was 
a big big boy and nobody wanted to mess with him. He 
made it known when Chrissy was just a freshman that any 
guy who messed with his sister sexually was dead meat. 
Period. He was encouraged in this attitude by his 
father. Chrissy had no mother to intercede for her. Her 
mother had run off with a biker gang when Chrissy was 
only three.

The end result of all this "protection" by her father 
was that he had erred in his judgment - seriously 
erred. 

For, you see, Chrissy had no experience with groping 
boys at all. She'd never been kissed, never been petted 
and for sure had never had a boy's mouth or fingers 
anywhere near her sweet little pussy. No boy even tried 
to sneak off to a dark corner with her. They danced 
with her - properly apart from her soft body, of 
course. But they never tried to get in her panties. 
And, because of this, she just flat didn't believe that 
boys really tried to do any of those things. As far as 
she was concerned, it was all a big fairy tale her 
father had concocted just to justify his stupid rules.

She had just told him that, in fact. She had told him 
in a loud voice that some might even have called a 
scream. Her face was red, and her delightful bosom was 
heaving. Her father was sitting in his lounger with a 
smug look on his face. He KNEW what boys tried to do.

"Chrissy, darling," he said calmly "I KNOW what boys 
want to do to you, because I WAS a boy once upon a time 
and I TRIED all the things that boys ALWAYS try with 
girls. I tried the lines, I tried getting them drunk, I 
tried begging for sympathy - all of it. And I got my 
peter wet plenty, I'll tell you that!" He jerked his 
head, somewhat startled that he'd admitted that to his 
nubile teenage daughter.

"Oh BULLSHIT!" Chrissy yelled. "Just Bullshit, Daddy. 
Boys don't want those things any more. Boys are polite 
nowadays, since women's lib and all that stuff. You're 
old fashioned Daddy and it's not fair. I don't get to 
do ANYTHING!" she wailed.

John frowned. "Chrissy!" he barked. "That will be 
enough of that kind of language. I'm NOT wrong about 
this and I think I can prove it."

"Oh Reeaaallly," Chrissy drawled. "I'd like to see 
that, Daddy. I really would."

John thought for a minute. "OK, but you have to do 
whatever I say, OK?"

Chrissy was puzzled. She always did what her father 
told her to. "What do you mean?" she said warily.

"I think I can prove to you what boys want, and what 
that causes girls to want, but you'll have to do some 
things that you might not otherwise be willing to do." 
he said, like that explained everything. "Look" he said 
impatiently. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do Daddy," she said.

"OK, then, just keep on trusting me, even if it seems 
weird, OK?"

"OK, Daddy," she said.

"ROBERT!" yelled her father. 

A distant call came back "What?" 

"COME DOWN HERE." yelled her father. 

A moment later Bobby, came bounding down the stairs. He 
was dressed in the usual, sweat shorts and a tank top. 
"What's up dad?" he said. He nodded to Chrissy.

"I need you to do something for me." he said. "I want 
you to tell Chrissy... I mean us, what goes through a 
boy's mind when he's on a date with a girl he likes."

"Um... I don't understand." said Bobby. 

This wasn't technically true. Bobby pretty well knew 
what he thought about every girl he took out. He hoped 
each one would turn out to be a cumslut who would 
spread her legs for him without asking. Why else would 
a guy take a girl out? But he didn't think that's what 
his father wanted to hear. And, since he didn't know 
the right answer to the question at hand, he played his 
ignorance card.

"Chrissy doesn't believe that boys she goes out with 
would actually want to have sex with her." said John.

Two things happened almost instantly for Bobby. First, 
all the times Bobby had tried to peek at his sister, to 
see her naked, and all the times he had furiously beat 
his meat while thinking about her naked flashed through 
his mind. He KNEW how desirable she was as a woman. And 
he was her brother!

Second, he couldn't help but reflect on the mental 
image that came to his mind concerning the concept of 
"boys wanting to have sex with Chrissy". In this case, 
the last boy Bobby had seen Chrissy with came to mind. 
That was Rex Johnson, who bragged about what a fabulous 
cocksman he was. The fact that Rex was only with 
Chrissy was because she stopped to help him pick up 
some spilled papers didn't come into play. 

What Bobby visualized was Rex, hunched between 
Chrissy's wide spread legs, while his ass bobbed up and 
down and his undoubtedly nasty cock slithered in and 
out of his sweet sister's pussy lips.

In short, Bobby got horny and pissed at the same time. 
He laughed a dark laugh. "That's stupid" he said. 
"Every guy who ever looked at you wanted to get in your 
pants."

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" squealed Chrissy, her eyes wide at 
how crude Bobby could be.

"That's what we're trying to tell you, honey" said her 
father in his reasonable voice. "Men are built to want 
to have sex with beautiful girls. You are a beautiful 
girl. Ergo, men want to have sex with you. Boys too." 
he added.

Chrissy didn't believe it for one minute. She had an 
idea. "All men?" she said, acting like she might 
believe it.

"All men!" said her brother and father together.

"So...." she preened. "YOU have wanted to have sex with 
me too?" She clasped her hands behind her butt and 
grinned at her father. "I mean you're a man, right? And 
you did say ALL men." she finished triumphantly. 

She turned on her brother. "AND YOU TOO!!" she giggled 
now. "Obviously you too have been practically CONSUMED 
with lust for your dear sister." Now she laughed out 
loud. 

Then she stopped. 

Neither man was laughing with her. In fact, both looked 
decidedly guilty! 

"You'll never believe me until you see it for 
yourself," said her father. "So, you and Bobby are 
going on a date. Tonight. And I'll be with you, but I 
won't say anything, unless you two are supposed to do 
something and I see you aren't doing it. OK? It will be 
a pretend date, but Bobby will show you what boys do on 
dates with girls. Then you'll understand." He said with 
finality in his voice.

"But Bobby's my brother!" said Chrissy. 

"And Chrissy's my sister," said Bobby, somewhat 
unnecessarily.

"That's right, and that's the only reason I'm allowing 
this" said John. "You MUST be made to understand how 
dangerous it is out there. Now. Both of you. Go get 
dressed for your date. Each of you choose something 
you'd like to wear on a date with someone you really 
like."

Both teens trudged off muttering about stupid ideas. 
John went to each room to ensure that his orders were 
followed. He went to Bobby's room first. "Bobby, I want 
you to pretend she's just another girl you met at 
school. Treat her just exactly like you'd treat any 
other girl. OK?"

"Sure Dad," said Bobby, while mentally saying, "With 
you watching... right?"

Then John went to Chrissy's room. He walked in to find 
her dressed only in her panties.

"DADDY!" she yipped and covered her precious breasts 
with her little hands.

"Oh! Sorry pumpkin," he said, looking at the floor. "I 
know Bobby is your brother, but I want you to pretend 
he's some boy you wish I'd let you go out with. And 
dress like you were going out with THAT boy, not 
Bobby." Then he left, before she could see the tent in 
his own pants. While that might have supported his 
contention about "all" men, he was a little embarrassed 
about it right then.

Bobby got back to the living room first. He had on his 
team sweats. They were talking about football when 
Chrissy started down the stairs. Both men looked up and 
their jaws dropped. Chrissy was dressed in a micro 
skirt with a matching halter top. The halter top had a 
deep vee that dropped well below the mid point of her 
breasts, ensuring that everyone knew no bra of any kind 
was involved in this outfit. Sandals completed her 
ensemble. 

Quite suddenly Bobby didn't have very much trouble at 
all pretending this was just some girl he was taking 
out on a date. "Wow" he said "You look HOT!" He 
flinched and looked at his father out of the side of 
his eyes, but his dad was staring at Chrissy too. 

"Yeah," he said in a dull voice. Then he shook his 
head, as if trying to drive some thought out of it. 
"OK, now you guys have already had dinner. Where would 
you take her now, Bobby?"

Bobby knew he'd try to get his date out at the lake, 
where it was quiet and remote and romantic. But he 
couldn't say that in front of his dad. "I'd uh drive 
around. I guess."

"OK then," said John. "Let's go." They went out and got 
in the car. Chrissy and Bobby in the front, and John in 
the back seat. Bobby started driving. He didn't know 
where to go since he couldn't go to the lake. He was 
getting frustrated. He could be out with a real girl 
tonight, but he was stuck with his sister. He glanced 
at her. Her mico showed her legs almost clear to her 
pussy. He gulped. She scooted over and leaned one hot 
breast against his arm. It felt soft. 

"Aren't I supposed to sit here, beside you?" she said 
in her sweet voice.

"Uh, yeah... sure," he said. This was crazy. They'd be 
out here for hours. He decided to call his father's 
bluff. "Actually, I'd be taking my date out to the 
lake. There's this cool place where I take the girls. 
You know, to talk... and stuff."

"Now that's more like it," said John. "Let's go."

Bobby thought about what was happening as he drove. 
He'd tried to call his father's bluff, but his dad 
seemed to be pushing them toward something he'd dreamed 
about occasionally as he beat off. That was petting his 
sister and getting to see her naked. He felt his prick 
begin to fill with blood. Who knew what might happen? 
He'd just ride along and see. They got to his favorite 
spot and he parked, turning off the lights. He already 
had the radio on and he got out his favorite make-out 
CD and put it in the player. He sat there, not knowing 
what to do.

"See? This isn't so bad Daddy," said Chrissy. "I still 
don't understand what all the fuss is about."

John leaned forward from the darkness in the back seat. 
"Bobby, is that all you do when you bring a girl out 
here? You just sit?"

"Well no," said Bobby. "I usually try to..." he dropped 
off. He didn't want to admit that he usually tried to 
get into the girl's panties.

"What do you try to do Bobby?" said his dad. "Come on. 
Chrissy needs to know."

"Well I kiss them... and touch them..." He didn't add, 
"if they'll let me."

"OK then, get to it. Show her what boys do."

Bobby couldn't cope with the stress. He was trying to 
be two people at the same time. About then Chrissy 
tipped her head up and whispered in his ear. "Aren't 
you going to kiss me Bobby?"

So Bobby kissed her. In his confusion, he kissed her 
like he'd kiss any girl. Definitely NOT like he'd kiss 
his sister. But she felt like a girl, and she smelled 
like a girl and within fifteen seconds she was kissing 
like she'd done it lots.

As for Chrissy, when her brother kissed her like that, 
like they did in the movies, she felt weak all over. It 
made her feel funny in her stomach. No, not in her 
stomach, but down there somewhere. She decided she 
liked this kissing stuff. When she felt his tongue slip 
into her mouth, all slippery and smooth, the feeling 
"down there" got more intense.

When she kissed him back, and gave him some tongue in 
return for his own, Bobby went on autopilot. His hands 
began to stroke her back, moving to her arms, caressing 
her hair. Now he kissed her cheeks and neck, nibbling 
on her ear lobe. She shuddered, a good sign, and he 
kissed her again as he decided to see what her young 
breasts felt like.

When Bobby's hand came around her elbow and cupped her 
breast through the halter top, Chrissy almost stopped 
breathing. What was he doing? Boys weren't supposed to 
do that. She broke the kiss "Bobby!" she said.

"Aw, c'mon. I won't hurt you. You just look so hot and 
you feel so soft." He went back to kissing her.

Chrissy felt all muzzy inside. She felt a thrill shoot 
through her when he said she looked hot. And his kisses 
were so wonderful. What could it hurt to let him feel 
her boobs a little? When his hand slid over her breast 
again, she pressed it into his hand. It DID feel good. 
She was enjoying a kiss when she realized his fingers 
were pinching and rubbing her nipple. And that felt 
REALLY good. Then, somehow, his hand slipped inside her 
halter top and now he was fondling her naked breast. 
Now he thrummed her nipple. She felt a sharp stab of 
pleasure between her legs. She thought that was very 
odd, but if felt good too.

"Chrissy?" he said as they paused to breathe.

"Hmm?" she said back.

"Can I see em?"

She knew exactly what he was talking about, because his 
hand was still there, still squeezing and roving around 
her breast. He'd gotten in through the side of the 
halter top. But she wanted to tease him for some 
reason.

"See what Bobby?" She arched her chest, pushing the 
breast into his hand.

"I want to see your tits," he said. "I bet they're 
beautiful".

"You've seen my boobs before, you ninny," she giggled. 
"Remember that time when I was in the shower and you 
had to pee so bad and you couldn't wait and you barged 
in? You saw em then."

"Yeah," he said. "But I never got to really look at 
them."

"Chrissy," said their dad, startling them both. They'd 
forgotten he was back there. "Take off your top. That's 
what the boys will want you to do on dates."

Chrissy reached behind her neck and untied the knot in 
the halter top. It slipped down her chest and her 
perfect pale orbs were exposed.

"Oh shit" said Bobby. "They really are beautiful." Then 
his head dipped and he sucked in a nipple.

"BOBBY!!" his sister squealed. "You can't... 
ohhhhhh.... you shouldn't..... ummmmm Oh Bobby, that 
feels nice." She lay back as his mouth made love to one 
and then the other. This was really nice and it kept 
making her pussy feel so warm and wet, just like when 
she was washing it extra good in the shower.

Bobby started running his hand from Chrissy's knee up 
her thigh and then back down. Her skirt was so short he 
could almost touch her panties without going under the 
skirt at all. Her legs weren't closed, but they weren't 
gaping open either. He let his hand go higher... 
higher... higher... and then he hit panties.

Chrissy felt his hand moving all over her thighs. It 
was a new feeling. It was nice, but scary at the same 
time. "Bobby? What are you doing now Bobby?" she said 
breathlessly.

"I'm just feeling you a little," he said and went back 
to licking and sucking her nipples.

"I don't think you're supposed to do that Bobby," she 
sighed. "You shouldn't touch me... there." 

There was a gasp from the back seat, and the sound of a 
zipper being drawn. "Chrissy, you're here to learn what 
boys want. Whatever he wants to do, you let him. You 
need to know what things feel like," her father said. 

Bobby's hand immediately rose to cup her pussy through 
her panties. He pressed his fingers into her sex and 
rubbed them in a slow circle.

Chrissy gasped as her brother's hand slapped against 
her pussy. No boy had ever touched her there, and it 
felt different. Then he rubbed and electricity shot 
through her, only this time it went from there to her 
nipples! She spread her legs almost unconsciously, to 
give him more room. 

Now he lifted his head and kissed her again, a long 
tongue swapping kiss as he rubbed her. Her pussy felt 
hot... sticky... good. She knew he was going to slip 
his fingers into her panties... knew he was going to 
touch her pussy with his fingers. She knew her pussy 
would make his fingers wet. She couldn't wait.

She spread her legs wider.

Bobby was very excited. His dad had said she had to do 
what he wanted. He knew it wasn't fair, but he was 
going to take advantage of it. And when Chrissy spread 
her legs for him he knew she was getting off on this 
too. She was giving him permission. He took it. His 
hand slid up, his fingers dipped into the top of her 
panties. Suddenly her butt lifted off the seat of the 
car. He felt her moving and he felt the panties sliding 
down her thighs. 

He helped and soon they were at her knees, then her 
ankles. She didn't kick them off, but flopped her knees 
apart instantly. His fingers found slick, hot luscious 
pussy when he slid them back up. Without thinking he 
slipped his long middle finger into her pussy and 
probed. She was tight. Of course she was tight. She was 
obviously a virgin. He felt for her hymen at the mouth 
of her pussy. Nothing. He didn’t know how she’d lost 
it, but it wasn’t there. He got the tip in her to the 
first knuckle. Then he pushed and his finger slid all 
the way in her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned. "Ohhhhhhh Bobby, I can't 
believe how good that feels." Bobby slicked his finger 
out and back in several times. Chrissy sighed and her 
hips started wiggling. "Ohhh yes. Can you make it go 
deeper?" she sighed. There were definite rhythmic 
sounds coming from the back seat now, light slapping 
sounds. "I can't imagine anything feeling better than 
that" she said.

"There is one thing" her brother grunted. "I mean I did 
it with Sherry Henderson one time and she said she'd 
never ever felt anything that good in her whole life."

"Ohhhhhh what did you do?" said Chrissy, lolling her 
head back and forth on the seat back.

"Well, I put my peter in her," he wiggled his finger in 
her pussy. "There, where my finger is."

"Ohhh we couldn't do that," she said. "I might get 
pregnant."

"Oh, I'd never make you pregnant," he said. "I'd only 
shoot practice stuff in you." He used the same line 
he’d used on Sherry Henderson. She’d know he was full 
of shit, but had let him anyway.

"You can do that?" she said, getting excited now. "You 
can control whether it's real or just practice? 
Obviously his sister didn’t know he was full of shit.

"Sure" he said, as if he believed it himself. "It's 
hard to learn, but I got the hang of it, and now it's 
easy."

Chrissy thought she heard a snort from the back seat. 

"Well, we can't, because there's no room," she said.

"I brought a blanket," he said confidently.

They scrambled out of the car. Bobby opened the trunk 
and got out a big soft blanket that he spread out on 
the ground. Chrissy stood in the warm night air, her 
white breasts plainly visible. She bent over and 
slipped her mini down her thighs. She stood there 
naked, uncertain, nervous.

"You're beautiful," Bobby said softly. She smiled 
tentatively. He took his shirt off, and then dropped 
his pants, stepping out of them. He kicked off his 
shoes and pants at the same time. Then he bent over and 
took off his briefs. When he stood back up his penis 
stuck straight out from his body, pale in the 
moonlight. It was slim, long, tapered. It was small at 
the tip, and got bigger and bigger and bigger toward 
the base.

"That won't fit in me," said Chrissy, completely sure. 
She crossed her arms over her breasts.

"Yes it will," said her father, as he got out of the 
back of the car. He stood there, leaning against the 
car. "It will fit. It was made to fit."

"I'll go slow," said Bobby, he reached down and stroked 
his hard cock a couple of times. "I'll stop if it 
hurts."

"Promise?" she said in a little voice.

"Promise," he confirmed. He held his arms out and she 
accepted his hug. His penis poked her in the abdomen. 
He reached down and bent it downward, shoving it 
between her legs. Then he held her close and kissed her 
deeply again. He moved his boner slowly back and forth, 
making it rub against her pussy lips.

Chrissy got a weak feeling in her knees as she felt her 
brother's stiff penis rubbing her pussy lips. His 
kisses were so hot. She was panting. He was pushing her 
down, lying down beside her, slipping his finger in her 
pussy again. She splayed her legs wide open now, 
kissing him back. Now he was rolling over, halfway on 
her as he crawled between her wide spread thighs. His 
finger slicked in and out. Then something else pushing 
at her. Was it his cock? Whatever it was it felt good. 

Pressure. 

Stretching... her pussy lips were stretching. 

It didn't hurt, exactly, but there was a lot of 
pressure. Now there was something deeper. It was going 
as deep as his finger had, but it was bigger, lots 
bigger.

"Wait!" she panted. 

He stopped immediately. 

She squirmed a little, trying to ease the pressure. He 
sucked in a nipple while he was waiting. The pleasure 
shot to right where the pressure was and she felt her 
muscles relax. She tensed them again, pleased to have 
found some new muscles she didn't know she had. Then 
she relaxed them intentionally. Her brother groaned! 

"Is something wrong?" she panted.

"No. Can I please push again?" 

She nodded and then realized he couldn't see her that 
well. She put her hands on his butt and pulled.

Bobby almost came when her pussy relaxed and then 
squeezed his dick. He gritted his teeth and the urge 
passed. Then she put her hands on his butt and pulled. 
She had gotten lots more open all of a sudden. He slid 
in another three inches as her hands pulled at him. 

She was so hot and slick and she wanted his prick in 
her.

He blew his cork. He groaned and instinct made him 
thrust. He only had two inches to go and his pubes 
slammed into hers as his penis spat it's first long 
slippery rope of semen. "Ohhh fuck!" he groaned and his 
rod rapidly pulsed four more times. Each time a rope of 
cum splashed up against her cervix. It pooled there, 
with nowhere to go. Then, as he pulled back a little 
and pushed again, he created pressure and that pressure 
blew all his cum up into her womb.

Chrissy couldn't believe how the pressure had turned 
into something else. Her brother's penis had looked 
smooth and straight, but with it up inside of her she 
could feel bumps and lumps all over it. They rubbed the 
inside of her pussy in the nicest way. She thought she 
might pass out, it felt so good. Then, just as a 
different kind of pressure started to build, a pressure 
that felt like it was going to make her fly apart, he 
grunted and she felt his warm wet offering being pumped 
into her belly.

Bobby was done. His dick was already getting smaller 
and he pulled it out of his sister with a squelching 
wet sound as he rolled sideways onto his back.

"Bobby!" she said, her voice rising. "No... Bobby .. 
don't stop now. We're not done yet Bobby!" she said. 
She knew she had been so close to something new, 
something fabulous, something really wonderful. She 
ached with the need to find out what that was.

"Boys!" came the disgusted voice of her father. He was 
walking toward them now. His hands were moving at his 
waist. "Don’t worry baby, I’ll help you." he said as he 
unbuckled his belt.

"Daddy, I feel so..." she said as she writhed on the 
blanket, spread out before him. Her pussy glistened in 
the moonlight. It was matted and white with her 
brother’s spend.

"I know sweetheart. He left you hanging. I’m going to 
help you honey." 

He crawled between her legs. He kissed her. Like in the 
movies. He was a better kisser even than Bobby! She 
felt something blunt at her pussy mouth. She knew it 
was his cock. As he pushed into her, she thrust her 
hips up off the blanket, trying to make her pussy climb 
up her daddy’s penis. It was bigger than Bobby’s, but 
she was very slick now, and, except for the pressure 
again, it went in without too much trouble. It went 
deeper too. It pushed against things up inside of her.

John savored the feel of his cock buried in sweet hot 
teenage pussy. There was just nothing better than sweet 
young pussy. He hoped he could control his own orgasm. 
He needed to make her cum, hopefully more than once. If 
he did, he’d be able to come back to her and she’d 
happily let him do it again. 

He began stroking his boner in and out of his daughter. 
He made sure it scraped along her clitty. He’d only 
made seven or eight strokes when she had here first 
orgasm.

Just as soon as her daddy put his big old cock in her 
pussy all the way, Chrissy knew that the feeling she 
was looking for would come back. Her daddy did it 
different than Bobby. He moved it in and out. And when 
he did she felt the most amazing thing. It was at the 
top of her pussy, and it was a feeling that she thought 
might make her scream. 

The pressure was back. 

It got bigger and bigger and bigger until she couldn’t 
hold it in any more. Then she shuddered and her whole 
body felt like it was on fire and in ice water at the 
same time. It started in her pussy as a big warm ball 
of fire and then shot out to the rest of her like 
fireworks. She couldn’t talk. 

"Uhhh! Unnggg... Ahhhh... Daddy... Ohhh... Ummm... 
Ahhh... AAHHH... AHHHH!!!!!" she wailed.

She felt the feeling fade away a little bit, but her 
daddy kept pounding into her and it started coming back 
again. She tripped into a second orgasm, just as 
intensive as her first. She gasped for breath and made 
blubbering sounds. Her head flailed back and forth on 
the blanket until her face was covered with her hair. 
It just felt too good to describe. AND IT WAS COMING 
BACK AGAIN!

John slammed her through three orgasm before her hands 
began pushing at him, flailing weakly. She was gasping, 
"No more! Daddy... please! I... can’t... breathe..." He 
slid in tight and stopped, to let her breathe. Her 
pussy fluttered weakly around his cock. She felt good 
and he liked soaking in her hot box. 

He wanted to cum, though. Her pussy nipped him as she 
flexed her newfound muscles.

"Can you do that again, Baby?" he asked her. "Can you 
squeeze me?" She did, once long and hard, and then 
again, short. "Ohhhh baby," he said in a throaty voice. 
"If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum."

Chrissy felt much better. Since he’d stopped moving in 
her she had a chance to catch her breath. "Can you cum 
with practice sperm too Daddy?"

John grinned. He knew without a doubt that either he or 
his son would be knocking Chrissy up good an proper 
within two or three months. She was a super good fuck 
and he intended to pack her with baby butter daily all 
by himself. He suspected Bobby would be sniffing around 
her pussy too. 

"Sure, baby," he said. No sense making her tense. She 
began to flex and loosen those new muscles and it was 
like being milked. 

"OK, daddy," she said. "You can shoot your sperm in 
me."

Just that statement made his balls jump and started his 
baby makers on their way toward his daughter’s uterus. 
He had enough control to force almost all of his cum 
into two massive jets that blasted out of the tip of 
his penis like water out of a super pump-up water 
cannon. He jammed his cock deep and put the tip right 
at her cervix and let his seed flow.

Again Chrissy felt the wet heat that was a man trying 
to impregnate her. This time she recognized it for what 
it was. Her daddy was cumming inside her pussy. She 
loved that feeling. It felt all warm and nice and 
close. She decided she’d see if maybe her Daddy would 
cum in her again.

John drained himself and eased his prick out of 
Chrissy. They got dressed and rode back to the house 
more or less in silence, each with his or her own 
thoughts. When they got home, though, Chrissy held her 
father’s hand as they went in the house. "Daddy? Could 
I sleep in your bed tonight?"

John smiled. "Sure, baby, but I might try to help you 
again during the night. Like on the blanket."

"That would be OK," she said.

Later, in bed, after she had cum three more times and 
he had fucked another cup of his potent sperm in her 
teen pussy she kissed him and said "So all the boys 
want to do that on dates?"

"That’s pretty much right, sweetie. And I can’t let 
them do that to my baby girl."

"So I still can’t go out on dates?"

"I don’t think so honey," he said.

She was quiet for a while. "That’s OK." she said 
finally. "With you and Bobby being here, I don’t need 
to go out on dates. I can get all the dating I need 
right here at home."

It only took them one month to knock her up.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not 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.
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