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Daddy's Harem
by Abner Wizzle (abnerwizzle@hotmail.com)
***
Aron Palmer's daughters want to learn all about harems
and he's more than willing to teach them all the ins and
outs. (M/f+, ped, inc, cheat, preg)
***
Aron Palmer returned home after a long day of work,
exhausted down to his bones. But he immediately perked
up as the front door opened for him before he could even
put the key in the lock. His twin daughters, Ella and
Emmy, 14 years-old, smiled as they each grabbed one of
his hands and pulled him inside.
"We're glad you're home, Daddy," Ella said seriously as
they led him to his favorite easy chair and guided him
down into its familiar comfort.
"We have a question for you," Emmy continued. She and
her sister each sat on one of the arms of the chair.
Aron admired how grown-up his girls were getting. Both
of them already had shapely hips and they'd been wearing
brassieres for almost two years now. Their faces were
also beginning to morph from little girl cuteness into
womanly beauty.
"Go ahead, ask."
"I was reading about Ancient Egypt," Ella began. "So was
I," Emmy added, as she pushed in closer to her father.
"Good for you two!" Aron beamed.
"And it said that the kings had harems. That means they
had more than one wife, right?"
"Right," Mr. Palmer nodded. "Those kings sometimes had
dozens of wives. And they all lived together in a
harem."
"Why?" asked Emmy.
Mr. Palmer smiled. What a terrific way to teach his
girls about the birds and bees. His way. "So the king
could make as many babies as he could, as fast as he
could. People didn't live very long back then. They
wanted to have lots of babies, just in case they got
sick or got hurt in a war."
"So why aren't there harems now?" Ella wondered.
"Oh, there are," Mr. Palmer assured them. "Even here in
Westchester, I'll bet there are more than a few harems.
But people don't advertise it. They keep it secret so
they don't get in trouble."
Emmy grinned slyly and raised her eyebrows. "It sounds
naughty."
"Really, REALLY naughty," Ella echoed. "But really cool,
too. Being a king's wife and making lots of babies with
him."
"It sounds fun," Emmy said as she slid down from the
chair's arm and onto her father's lap. "Can we be in a
harem with you, Daddy?"
Ella also slipped down onto her father's lap and
squeezed her hips against her sisters' while hugging her
father's neck. "Can we? We wanna be your harem wives,
Daddy."
"We won't tell Mom. We'll keep it a secret, just like
you said we should."
Aron Palmer felt his rod throb and grow erect beneath
his daughter's tight little butts. The timing was
perfect. Karla Palmer, the girls' mother, was a
corporate attorney and had just begun a one-month
sojourn in Chicago working a trial, so the house would
be their castle for the next several weeks.
Aron hugged both his girls closer to him. They giggled
and purred as they ran their hands over his chest and
kissed his face.
"Okay, you two. We can form a harem. But I think we
should ask your sister Bonnie to join us, too, when she
gets home from school. A harem should always have at
least three members."
***
Sixteen year-old Bonnie came home from school and
everyone was waiting at the front door when she entered.
"Do you wanna join our harem, Bonnie?" Emmy asked her
older sister.
Her dad told her what was going on. It wasn't a huge
shock to the 16 year-old. After all, Bonnie and her
father had already been flirting with each other since
earlier this year, and there was already the possibility
that they were going to end up breeding together by her
next birthday. Apparently, the difference now was that
it was going to happen a year sooner.
Bonnie was all for it. But now there the matter of her
younger sisters' involvement. She loved the twins, but
since she was the older sibling, she needed to firmly
establish her seniority.
Bonnie did a sexy little sashay toward her father and
embraced him. They kissed with a familiar passion, while
Bonnie caressed the sizeable bulge in her father's
slacks. "I know all about harems," she finally
announced, "and there is always one wife who is the
leader. If I agree to be in this harem, then I'm the
'alpha-wife.' That means that at night, when Mom's not
home, I get to stay with Daddy in the Master Bedroom.
You two have to sleep in your own rooms."
The younger girls fussed a little about that
arrangement, but eventually they agreed. "Just as long
as Daddy makes babies in us, too," Emmy stated.
"Don't worry," Aron assured her. "The king always makes
babies with all the wives in his harem."
"Oooooooo!" all three girls cooed.
Ella suddenly had an idea. "Hey, if we're gonna be in a
harem, does that mean we get to wear belly dancer
outfits and lots of makeup?"
Aron grinned. "Of course, Honey. And I was thinking we
could all go over to Westchester Jewelers and get
wedding rings for you all, too. Would you like that?"
The girls all squealed with joy and bounced up and down
as they hugged their father.
***
First they stopped at Westchester Jewelers to pick out
their wedding rings. The girls behaved like little
ladies while they shopped, even though on the inside
they were squealing with excitement at the thought of
marrying their Daddy and being his harem wives. In fact,
it was Aron who had to check himself, as his 9-inch pole
was in a nearly permanent state of tumescence as his
sexual anticipation was boiling over.
After Aron had the rings boxed up and paid for, they all
set off for The Westchester Costume Shoppe. There, the
girls assembled their harem outfits from the many belly
dancing tops and skirts and veils they found. The
teenagers particularly enjoyed the fact that the outfits
would display their bare bellies – which they all hoped
would soon be filled with babies.
Next, Aron took his daughters to Macy's to get all sorts
of lipsticks, rouges and eyeliners. Their mom never let
them wear makeup, so it was yet another new experience
for the teenagers.
Finally, the troupe stopped for a celebratory party at
the Westchester Pizza Parlour before heading home to
commence the harem.
***
That evening, all three girls donned their belly dancing
outfits, the diaphanous fabric displaying all sorts of
pastel shades – aqua, pink, tan, yellow, maroon – and
the hip-hugging skirts barely concealing the extremely
translucent panties that each girl wore. Scarcely
hidden, their love mounds were all lightly furred with
pubescent silky light brown muffs.
They helped each other apply the makeup, and when they
were done, all three teenagers looked like they were in
their early 20s. It's amazing what a little eyeliner and
rouge can do for a girl's chronology.
While his daughters were changing into their outfits,
Aron had redecorated the living room. Large throw
pillows were on the floor, the coffee table was adorned
with bowls of dates, grapes and plums, and glasses of
wine were on the end table. Tonight was a special
occasion – more special than any other.
Aron put some Turkish music on the stereo and watched as
his daughters sashayed down the staircase from their
bedrooms. They giggled a little bit as they belly danced
the best they could. "Lovely, girls," he smiled. "You
all look so sexy."
The twins continued to belly dance as Bonnie danced over
to where her father stood. She draped a veil over his
face and then slipped a hand over his thong brief – the
only item of clothing he had on besides a regal-looking
faux gold-trimmed bathrobe. Caressing his savagely huge
babymaker, she cooed into his ear, "Ooooo, Daddy... it's
sooo nice and big for me."
Allowing the music to sweep her away again, Bonnie spun
around, sending the veils fluttering in the air. She
then returned into his arms and kissed him. Locking eyes
with her father, she said, "I want my ring now, Daddy.
Then I want my baby."
Aron reached into his bathrobe pocket and produced one
of the wedding rings. While Bonnie continued to sway and
dance to the music, her father slipped the ring onto her
finger. "I now pronounce you my first harem wife," he
stated.
Meanwhile, both twins had danced over to the pair. Ella
stood behind her father and pulled down his thong,
releasing his fully erect flesh pole. She reached around
and stroked it with both hands, nice and slow, as she
danced against his back. At the same time, Emmy came
behind her older sister and unbuttoned her harem top,
letting it slip off her body and onto the carpet. Bonnie
was now only dressed in tiny translucent aqua panties,
the moistness of her muff causing the fabric to cling
along her fertile cleft.
Bonnie slowly danced down to her knees and then began to
lick her father's egg-sized testicles, purring like big
loving kitten. The twins knew that it was time to let
their father and sister have space now, so they moved
over to the coffee table and each took a glass of wine.
Even though it was their first time with alcohol and
they were only 14 years-old, they behaved like
sophisticated ladies, each taking only a small sip and
then putting down the glasses. Then they nibbled on
plums while they watched their Daddy guide Bonnie onto
the pile of the large throw pillows.
While she lay among the pillows, Aron moved his mouth
toward her baby powder-scented panties and found his
nose filled with the musky aroma of her moist snatch. He
tongued her hot tasty slit through the panties, causing
the teenager to shiver and sigh contently. He then used
his teeth to pull Bonnie's panties all the way down her
trembling thighs.
Bonnie got up on all fours, kneeling on one of the throw
pillows. She resumed a sort of belly dance, gyrating her
tight round rump. She glanced dreamy-eyed over her
shoulder, inviting her father to penetrate her virgin
snatch. "C'mon, Daddy," she cooed, "make a baby in me."
Aron moved behind his teenaged concubine and slowly slid
his rock hard babymaker up Bonnie's fertile love canal.
"Daddy!" the 16 year-old cried out with pleasure. "You
feel sooo good!" She thrust herself back onto her
father's breeding pole, meeting his every plunge.
Father and daughter were soon copulating feverishly as
they consummated their illicit union. Just the thought
of what they were doing was the greatest aphrodisiac of
all. They'd formed a secret harem while Mrs. Palmer was
out of town, and now they were going to breed together
until all three daughters' bellies were filled with
babies.
It didn't take long for Bonnie's erotic sensations to
reach a delicious pinnacle. "I'm orgasming, Daddy! Make
a baby in me!"
Bonnie's tender babyhole was so warm and tight, and Aron
did all he could to maintain control as long as he
could. But his 16 year-old daughter was so sexy, and
when she started climaxing, he knew he'd soon be joining
her. He groaned long and loud, and sent a half-dozen
fertile blasts of babyjuice deep inside his daughter's
womb.
They rolled around and now Bonnie was straddling her
father, his pole still fully erect inside her snug
babyhole. She ran her hands through his chest hair, and
then leaned forward, pressing her pert little boobs
against him. Aron admired her heavily-eyelinered face,
her rosy cheeks and her plump pink lips.
"You're so sexy, Sweetheart."
Bonnie smiled at her father's compliment and kissed him
lovingly. "Let's do it again, Daddy," she breathed
seductively, as she slowly pistoned herself up and down
the length of his babymaker.
Meanwhile, the twins were fingering themselves and
getting more and more excited as they watched their
father impregnate Bonnie. They climaxed from their self-
stimulation as Aron once again emitted an animal groan
and fertilized his daughter's eggs with thick sprays of
hot man jam. Bonnie squealed long and loud as she
experienced a 20-second orgasm. She collapsed in a hot
perspiring heap onto her daddy's chest, her breathing
heavy but weighted with complete satisfaction.
The Turkish belly dancing music was still playing and
the twins now rose from the couch and again started
dancing to it. Only this time, they started coaxing
their father toward them with hand gestures.
Aron continued to be filled with an almost insatiable
carnal hunger and a seemingly animal capacity for
breeding. His flesh rod was still throbbing and pounding
with sexblood, and it remained a fully erect 9 inches.
He eagerly rose from the field of throw pillows and
approached his 14 year-old twins, ready to give it to
them good.
But the twins knew what they wanted. As he got closer to
them, they glided away, shimmying and swaying, dancing
toward the stairs leading up to the Master Bedroom.
"Noooo, Daddy," Ella teased. "Emmy and me want you to
make babies with us in your bed."
Emmy moved toward her father, swept a veil across his
face, and then draped it over his twitching babymaker.
"Yeah, Daddy. You have to follow us up to the King's
Bedroom before you get to put your big royal sword in
us."
Both girls continued belly dancing, waving veils and
slowly sashaying their way up the stairs. Aron was in a
lust-crazed trance now, and all he could do was follow
his naughty teenage daughters wherever they wanted him
to go.
Back on the throw pillows, Bonnie had recovered from her
climaxes and was now pouting just a little bit. She'd
wanted Daddy all to herself tonight. But as the twins
and her father disappeared into the Master Bedroom, she
knew she really wanted to watch Daddy impregnate her
sisters. So she slipped her panties back on and hurried
up the stairs after them.
Meanwhile, the dance had finally ended on Aron's bed,
where Ella and Emmy now knelt. Having shed their many
veils and scarves and skirts, they were now clothed only
in matching translucent pink panties. Already wearing
their new wedding rings, they were ready be harem wives,
in every sense of the word.
Their father was also on the bed, caressing one girl,
then the other, rubbing their budding titties and
running his hands over their tight little butts. He was
imagining how huge both of their bellies were going to
get when he was through with them. Ella began stroking
her father's massive babymaker, needing to use both
hands to get the job done. Then, Emmy imitated what she
saw her big sister do earlier – she licked her Daddy's
big juicy balls, savoring the saltiness and the shape as
he moaned with grateful pleasure.
Aron eventually took Ella into his arms and coaxed her
to join him under the covers. With her head on the
pillow, he moved between her legs and began rubbing his
rod up and down his daughter's hot slippery slit. He was
about to take her virginity, and he knew her twat was
going to be really tight. However, Ella was so wet and
excited that she was already moving rhythmically with
her father, furiously rubbing herself against him, and
it felt so good.
"Do it, Daddy," she begged. "Put it in me."
Aron stabbed his nine-inch rod deep inside his daughter,
swiftly and painlessly breaking her hymen. "Ohhh,
Daddy!" Ella moaned. "That feels so nice!"
Father and daughter moved their hips together, starting
with a very slow tempo as they tenderly kissed and loved
on each other. "My god, Daddy," Ella sighed. "If making
babies always feels this good, I want you to make a
hundred babies in me!"
They continued making love in Daddy's bed, while Emmy
stood near her Mom's dresser, watching and rubbing her
love button. Bonnie had also entered the Master Bedroom
by now, and she stood at the doorway rubbing her slit as
she watched her father impregnate Ella.
After about 15 minutes, Ella reached her first climax.
Then her father sped up their copulation as he drew near
the finish line. "I'm gonna put a baby in you,
Sweetheart," he managed, as his forehead glistened with
well-earned perspiration.
"Mmmm," Ella cooed as their hip thrusts accelerated
aggressively. "Do it, Daddy. Make a baby in me. I'm
orgasming again. Oh, my gaawwww..."
And Aron ejaculated powerfully inside his daughter,
completely coating the walls of her womb with generous
jets of hot fertile babyjuice.
In the afterglow, they continued to kiss tenderly as
their breathing slowly returned to normal. Then, Emmy
pushed her way into the bed and hugged her father's
neck. "My turn, Daddy."
Ella moved out from under the covers and sat in the
chair near the bed. Her father's still-warm seed leaked
out of her marauded slit and stained the chair cushion's
royal blue velour. But Ella didn't worry; there would be
much, much more where that came from.
Bonnie sat down in the other chair and both girls
proceeded to finger themselves as they watched Daddy now
take Emmy's virginity. He essentially repeated the same
routine, getting Emmy really wet and excited, and then
slamming his sword up her babyhole, cleanly cutting
through her hymen without a wince of pain.
They also began their union by slowly making love, this
time for nearly a half-hour, sending the 14 year-old
into numerous throes of orgasmic bliss. Aron was lasting
much longer now, having sent his seed into his
daughters' vaginas 3 times now. Still, he couldn't deny
how full of untethered lust he still was, knowing he was
impregnating all three of his daughters in a single
night.
And then it dawned on him that his reign as the king of
this harem had just begun. With a final thrust, he
pumped his last vital squirts of babyjuice deep into his
daughter Emmy's twat and the king's harem was now
officially consummated.
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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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