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Why I Named My Son Apollo 
by Johndough (address withheld)

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A father makes man's first trip to land on the moon an 
even more memorable event for his young daughter. (M/f-
teen, ped, 1st, inc, preg)

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I was 13 when my father "kidnapped" me from my mother 
and took me to Florida to witness history. Before their 
divorce, my father often took me into the back yard to 
look through the telescope at the stars and planets and 
the pockmarked surface of the moon. I often fell asleep 
in his arms in his makeshift observatory.

In July of 1969 I had just celebrated my 13th birthday. 
My periods were regular since I was eleven and mine 
ended on July 2nd. My father and mother had been 
divorced for a year and I loved every minute I got to 
spend with dad. Nothing inappropriate ever took place 
between us until that July morning so many years ago.

I had been scheduled for a visit to dad's on July 4th 
but my mom had contacted our social worker and called 
off the visit because we were going to her new 
boyfriend's family to celebrate the holiday. 

The following weekend she and her boyfriend had 
scheduled us for a cruise. I was needed because they got 
a discount as a family. Not that she noticed whether I 
was there or not.

On Saturday July 10th my father showed up at the door 
and I grabbed my suitcase and ran to his VW bus and we 
left Minnesota for Florida. We arrived at Cape Kennedy 
around 4 on Tuesday evening and were able to find a 
place to park within 4 miles of the launch pad of Apollo 
11.

That night was surreal with campfires up and down the 
beach and all around us. We introduced ourselves as Mr. 
and Mrs. Smith and my father was subjected to suspicious 
looks from all the females around us and I was subjected 
to looks of jealousy and admiration from the men. My dad 
let me drink with everyone else and I went to bed 
sometime around 11.

The next morning I awoke to my father holding a copy of 
LIFE magazine in front of my eyes with last December's 
Apollo 8 picture of "Earth Rising". I realized I was 
naked in my father's bed and from what I could feel of 
him pressed against my back, he was naked as well.

"I love you, sweetheart," he said and at that moment I 
loved him deeply as well. He had his arm over my hip and 
his hand was caressing my pussy and his finger probing 
my virgin entrance.

"I love you, too, dad."

"I love the feel of your body next to me."

"I love yours, too."

"Then it's time we took this to the next step and cement 
our love in a physical union."

I rolled over to face him. "I'm not sure I'm old enough 
to have sex, dad."

"Look down at your beautiful pussy, honey."

I did and I saw three of his fingers sliding in and out 
of me. The three of them together were about equal to 
the girth of my father's cock which was now standing 
rock hard 10 inches out of his belly. When he pulled his 
fingers out I felt an emptiness I had ever known so I 
did not object when he rolled me onto my back and put 
that cock into me. An inch or two at first and then with 
slow in and out thrusts he moved deeper until he was all 
the way in and I could feel his pubic hair tickling my 
clit before it was mashed between our pelvic bones and 
his full balls slapped my bottom. Balls I knew were 
still very potent and very capable of giving me a baby. 

We were parked with the van's bed window facing the 
launch pad where another giant phallic symbol stood 
pointing toward the heavens. Dad slid the curtain open 
leaving us visible to everyone who walked by but no one 
noticed us because they were all facing the rocket. I 
had my first cock induced orgasm the moment I saw the 
rocket and felt dad's cockhead kiss my cervix.

After giving me a moment to get used to the feel of him 
inside me, he pulled back and began a long slow fuck 
allowing me to savor every inch of him as he moved in 
and out. After ten minutes he began to speed up the 
pace. I had had three more orgasms and didn't want this 
to ever stop but I knew that a man didn't have his 
orgasm until he ejaculated and I knew dad hadn't done 
that yet.

As he moved faster his breathing started to change and 
his eyes seemed to glaze over. He seemed to be trying to 
hold back but I wasn't sure why until he slid the window 
partway open and I could hear the loudspeaker 
broadcasting over the area.

"10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Lift 
off!"

In the same moment I felt my father swell and twitch 
inside me and a sort of liquid lava wash over my cervix, 
the sky lit up and the ground literally shook as that 
beautiful rocket streaked into the sky. I knew I would 
never be going home to mom anymore. I was dad's.

We lay there with his cock inside me not caring who 
could see us through the window and watched that fiery 
arc until it was completely gone.

I knew at that moment that I had indeed been impregnated 
in a glorious convergence of personal and historical 
importance. 

We got up and got dressed without anyone noticing us and 
dad took me to a local motel that had a pool and a color 
TV. We followed the journey on that TV and whenever 
something significant took place we would get naked and 
feel each other up until I was so horny I wanted him but 
he told me we had to wait for the right moment.

I got great pleasure from the capsule and lunar module 
hooking up, more when they entered lunar orbit and 
Sunday the 20th was very special when they separated and 
the lunar module landed at around 4:15 but still dad 
wouldn't complete the act again. 

At 10:15 that night we were at it again and the 
reassuring voice of Walter Cronkite was describing what 
was happening in that tiny spacecraft as men prepared to 
set foot on a heavenly body other than earth.

This was the moment that dad had been waiting for as he 
ate me out and finally slid himself inside me. Again he 
fucked me slowly to start with until they started 
talking about leaving the capsule and moving down the 
ladder. We picked up the pace and when we finally saw 
that grainy image of a white space boot and leg come 
down the ladder I could feel dad was ready.

"That's one small step for man but a giant leap for 
mankind."

And a humongous fuck for womankind I added in my head as 
I exploded in ecstasy as my father exploded inside of me 
for the second time. I could feel my muscles working to 
milk him for every drop he had to offer and then to keep 
him in me when he finished. Not that he seemed in any 
hurry to pull out.

Having tied my sex life to those two landmark moments in 
our history dad decided that anytime was the right time. 
Half an hour after the moonwalk started we came out of 
the shower and went to bed. We cuddled up in the spoon 
position and soon his rocket was hard and he was 
slipping into me from behind. We were watching the 
events on the moon as he brought me off two more times 
before I felt him blast inside me again. He made no move 
to pull out as he grew soft inside me and I made no move 
to pull him out. In a few moments I heard his gentle 
snoring and then I drifted off to dreamland with his 
cock cork stopping his babymakers escaping from my love 
chamber.

We called home later in the week when mom and her 
boyfriend were scheduled to return from the cruise. She 
agreed to let me stay with dad which surprised us. We 
later found out that she had married the boyfriend and 
was pregnant and he wanted to have his family around and 
not some second hand brat from her first husband. I 
often wonder if he ever knew that the "second hand brat" 
had thought him sexy and considered seducing him some 
day? Oh, well, his loss was dad's gain.

Nine months later Apollo was born. His middle name? 
Eleven, of course. 

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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