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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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