Restrictions
An Erotic Story
"Margaret?"
"Yes Daddy?"
"You were sitting out there a long time, with Billy, weren't
you?"
"Yes Daddy."
"Yes Daddy."
"Did you let him kiss you?"
"Only on the cheek Daddy."
"That's good. Did he do anything else?"
"Well, he put his arm around me."
"You stopped him, didn't you?"
"Well. . ."
"Oh Margaret, what am I going to do with you? You didn't
let him do any more, did you?"
"Well, he tried to put his hand on me here, but I stopped
him."
"Very good Margie. Maybe I can trust you after all. What
did you tell him?"
"I told him, that if he didn't keep his hands where they
belonged, he'd have to go home. I don't like to tell him that
Daddy, he's a really nice boy. How come I can't let him touch me
Daddy?"
"Because I'm afraid you'll go too far."
"Too far?"
"I guess I'll just have to show you. Come here, and sit on
my lap."
"OK Daddy. You mean, like I'm not supposed to sit on
Billy's lap?"
"Uhuh. Oh, wait. First go change into your red dress, and
top."
"The SHORT one Daddy?"
"Uhuh."
"But Daddy! You told me never to wear that one."
"Uhuh. I'll show you why I don't want you wearing it."
"If you say so, Daddy."
"I do. And Margie?"
"Yes Daddy?"
"Don't wear any nylons, or pantyhose either."
"OK Daddy."
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"How's this Daddy."
"Mmmm. Very nice, but you're still wearing your bra."
"I thought I was supposed to."
"Not with THAT outfit. If you're going to look like a slut,
wearing a bra kind of spoils the effect."
"Slut, Daddy? Isn't that a bad name?"
"Slut, tart, trollop. They all mean sexy little girl, and
you ARE sexy."
"Thanks Daddy. . . I think."
"Now go back, and take off your bra, this time."
"But Daddy, you'll be able to see my nipples through this
thing."
"That's the idea."
"I thought I wasn't supposed to let anyone see my nipples."
"Not when you go out. As long as it's just around the
house, and nobody sees you, you can wear whatever you want."
"What about you, Daddy. YOU will see me."
"I'm your father."
"Oh. If you say so."
"Where are you going?"
"Back to my room, to take my bra off, like you said."
"You don't have to do that. Just take it off here."
"But Daddy! You'll see my titties, and everything."
"So?"
"But you said. . ."
"I said you shouldn't let anyone ELSE see you. Like I just
said a minute ago though, I'm your father. It doesn't matter
what I see."
"You mean I don't have to go to my room to get undressed,
when it's just you and me?"
"Uhuh. You don't even have to wear clothes, if you don't
want to, as long as nobody else sees you. Now hurry up with that
top."
"Ugnh. Oof. How's that Daddy?"
"Sexy. Very sexy. You know, I've got an idea. Perhaps
I've been a little too strict. From now on, you can wear that
outfit all the time, but only in the house, and only when we're
alone. In fact, I think maybe you SHOULD wear it all the time."
"ALL the time Daddy?"
"Except when Billy, or someone else comes over. What do you
think?"
"Well OK, Daddy, if you say so."
"I do. From now on, I want you to be wearing that outfit
every night, when I get home."
"EVERY night, Daddy? I can't wear it every night! I mean,
it'll get dirty."
"You're right. Still, you should learn how to wear sexy
clothes sometime. I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll order you
several outfits from "Victoria's Secret" if you'll promise to
wear them around the house, all the time, except when we have
guests. Promise?"
"Ooh! Promise!"
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"OK. Just remember, that most of these outfits have their
own panties or bra, and some of them don't have anything else. I
don't want you 'adding' to the outfit, when it isn't intended
to."
"But Daddy, how will I know what to wear with them?"
"I'll show you. Now promise you'll wear them the way I tell
you to, even if it leaves you almost naked."
"Naked Daddy? You don't mind if I'm naked in front of you?"
"No. In fact, it might even be nice, to have a cute little
naked girl prancing around the house in a negligee."
"Oh Daddy, I'm not THAT cute."
"Oh yes you ARE. In fact, you're quite sexy. Almost too
sexy, in fact. That's what I'm going to show you, in just a
minute. Now come here, and let me feel you."
"Ooh Daddy. That gives me the shivers."
"Me too Honey. Come here, and sit on my lap. I'm going to
show you why you shouldn't wear clothes like this around boys,
and why you shouldn't Let Billy kiss you, or feel your titties."
"Oh really, Daddy? Will you show me everything?"
"Everything."
"Ooh Daddy, I'm getting goose-bumps."
"Looks like more than just 'bumps' to me."
"Huh?"
"Nothing. Here, come sit on my lap."
"OK Daddy. Mmmm this is nice, but you've got a lump in your
pants."
"No shit? Well, we'll get to that later. Now kiss me, like
you wanted to kiss Billy."
"Mmmmmmmm."
"MMmmm. Mmmpth."
"Daddy! You stuck your tongue in my mouth!"
"Uhuh. I was supposed to. Did you feel me rubbing your
titties?"
"Uhuh. It felt weird."
"It'll feel even better in a minute. Now kiss me again, and
this time open your mouth when you kiss me."
"OK Daddy. Mmmmmm. Mmmmmmmmm."
"Mmmm."
"Mmmmmm. Daddy! Your hand is clear up under my top!"
"Uhuh. Doesn't it feel good?"
"Yeah, it sure does. How come I can't do this with Billy,
Daddy?"
"That's why."
"Huh?"
"Because it DOES feel so good."
"But Daddy!"
"Shhh. See how good it feels, when I rub your titties like
this?"
"Huh, huh, huh. It feels REAL good Daddy."
"Uhuh. And I bet you don't want to stop, do you?"
"No hoh hoh Oh! Oh Daddy!"
"See. Once you got started, you probably wouldn't even
object, when the boy slid your top up, and rubbed your bare
little titties, just like this."
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"No I. . . I. . . IeeeEE! OH Daddy, what are you doing?!"
"Licking your titties. Do you like it?"
"I don't know, I. . . I. . . Oh Daddy!"
"See, once you start, you can't stop. Guys know this.
They'll keep on getting you hotter and hotter, until they get in
your pants."
"Get in my. . . Oh Daddy, what are you? . . Oh!"
"See. I bet you've never had a finger up in there, have
you?"
"Oh God, Daddy. Your finger is right up inside me. Oh
Daddy."
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Uhuh. Oh God, don't stop. Oh Daddy. I like this. What's
wrong with doing this, if it feels so good?"
"'cause that's how little girls get pregnant."
"Pregnant, Daddy?"
"Have a baby."
"Huh. Huh. Ooohh! Huh. Do it Daddy. Huh. Oh that feels
good."
"See what I mean?"
"No, hoh hoh. Umph! Daddy! Don't stop!"
"THAT is what I mean. Once you start, you won't want to
stop, until your tummy is full of baby-juice. Here, I'll show
you what I mean."
"Oh Daddy, please?!"
"Here we go. Slide those cute little panties off, so I
can. . ."
"Oh Daddy, what are you? . . Oohh! Oh Daddy!"
"Here, wait a second, 'til I get MINE off too. Ungh!
There!"
"Ohmigod!"
"Like it? See, once you get started, you're not going to
want to stop, until you get off. A man knows he can put his cock
in you, and squirt you full of his sperm, and you won't even be
able to object, until it's too late."
"Sperm, Daddy?"
"The stuff that makes babies. Here, let me show you."
"Oh Daddy I. . . Daddy! Ow!"
"See. The man put's his cock inside you, and slides it in
and out, until the next thing you know, he's coming in you."
"Coming, Daddy? Oh. It's starting to feel good. Oh! Oh
Daddy!"
"Squirting his sperm inside you. Go on, wrap your legs
around me, and make it good for me."
"Oh Daddy, do it. It feels so good."
"Get ready Honey, here it comes. Daddy's going to show you
what it's like when a man comes inside you."
"Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."
"Ungh! Oh! Here it comes! Daddy's squirting his sperm
inside you, Honey. Feel it?"
"Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy."
"Oh God, Daddy's squirting the thick sticky white-stuff that
makes babies in his little girl. Take it Margie, Take Daddy's
sperm up inside you."
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"Oh Daddy. Oh. Oh. Oh. It feels so slick! Oh Daddy."
"Oh Honey. Aahh. Do you like that Margie? Do you like the
feel of Daddy's sperm squirting inside you? Huh? Daddy wants
his little girl to feel good."
"Oh Daddy! It feels so warm and creamy! I like it Daddy,
do it some more."
"Just one more squirt. Aaah. There! Now you've got it all
inside you, how's that?"
"Mmmmm, I like it Daddy. Can we do it some more?"
"See. I told you it would be this way. Once you start
letting a man feel you up, you won't be able to stop, until the
next thing you know, you're lying there with your legs spread and
a man is between them squirting your tight little slit full of
baby-juice. Now you know what it's like."
"Oh Daddy. It felt so good. Even when you squirted your
sperm in me."
"Uhuh. It felt good to me, too."
"Thanks Daddy."
"You're welcome. Hooo! God that felt good. Did you like
it?"
"Uhuh. It felt real good."
"So, now you know why I don't let you kiss boys."
"I do?"
"Uhuh. I just explained. It starts with just a kiss, then
a feel, then he's rubbing your titties, and the next thing you
know, your panties are down around your ankles, and he's
squirting your tummy full of baby-juice. Then, two or three
months later, you've got a big tummy."
"Daddy, I'm worried."
"Oh shit. About having a baby?"
"No, silly. About Billy. Well, actually about Billy, and
having a baby, I guess."
"Unh?"
"You see Daddy, I liked doing this a lot. So much so, that
I don't know how I'm going to stop. Next time Billy comes over,
I'm liable to let him do this to me, just like you did, and then
I'll end up pregnant."
"Then stop seeing Billy."
"I can't do THAT, Daddy, I LIKE Billy."
"Then you'll just have to restrain yourself."
"I don't know if I CAN. Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Can we do it again?"
"Huh?"
"I mean, next time Billy is going to come over, can you. . .
Oh what's the word?"
"Fuck?"
"Can you fuck me, before Billy gets here, so I won't want
him to?"
"Uh Margie, I don't know. . ."
"Please Daddy? That way, I'll be able to stop Billy from
doing it, so he won't get me pregnant. Please Daddy? Promise
you'll fuck me, and squirt your sperm in me, so Billy won't have
to."
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"Ahh. Margaret. . ."
"Please Daddy?"
"Well. . ."
"Thanks Daddy."
"Oh boy."
"Daddy?"
"Now what?"
"I don't know how I'm going to make it 'til tomorrow. I
wish Billy was coming over again right now, so we could do it
again."
"Uh Marjorie?"
"Huh?"
"You don't have to wait, if you don't want to."
"Huh?"
"If we're going to be doing it anyway, you don't have to
wait each time for Billy to come over. All you have to do, is
ask me. If you really want to, we can practice making a baby,
any time you feel like it."
"You mean it Daddy? Any time I ask you, you'll feel me up,
and kiss me, and put your thing inside me, and squirt the stuff
that makes babies up inside me, and everything?"
"Well, we can't do it just ANY time. For one thing, we can
only do it, when we're alone. Some people don't like it when a
girl does sexual things with her own father, and we could get in
a lot of trouble, if anyone found out."
"What about Billy?"
"ESPECIALLY Billy. Promise you won't tell anybody?"
"OK Daddy, if you promise I won't need to."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh Daddy! I won't tell anybody. I mean, that if you make
sure I don't NEED anything from Billy, then I won't even want to
let him even try."
"OK, I guess."
"Ooh goody! Daddy? Can we do it again?"
"Right now?"
"Uhuh. Right now. I'm getting so itchy, thinking about how
good it felt, when you rubbed my titties; then stuck your thing
up inside me, and squirted that creamy white stuff in my tummy; I
could almost scream. Please Daddy?"
"Well, I guess I DID say, that you just had to ask."
"I'm asking Daddy, I'm asking. Show me again, how a man
wants to feel my body, and squirt his sperm inside me. Please
Daddy?"
"OK Honey, if that's what you really want."
"I do, Daddy, I do. And I guess you do too, huh? Your
thing is all big and hard again. Do you want to squirt that
white-stuff up inside me again?"
"Oooooh!"
"I guess you do. Fuck me Daddy. Slide that big old thing
right up inside my tummy, and squirt your sperm in me, so I'll
know how a man makes a baby in a girl. Please Daddy? Oooh that
feels good, when you slide in and out like that."
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"Aauuugghh!"
"Thanks Daddy. Mmmmm, that's nice. I feel all nice and
creamy inside."
"Puff. Puff."
"Daddy?"
"Uh?"
"When can we do it again?"
"Oh shit."
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"Hi Daddy."
"Hi punkin. Mmmmm. That negligee looks nice on you."
"Thanks Daddy. The bra itches a bit though."
"Why don't you take it off then. You're young enough, that
you don't really need a bra anyway, and that outfit would look
sexy with just the panties and top."
"Oh, can I Daddy? I know you don't like me to change the
style of these things. Oooh. There, that feels better. Do you
really think my titties are sexy, without the bra, Daddy?"
"Ugn. Just as soon as I, ugh, get these pants off, I'll
show you how sexy."
"Oooh, poor Daddy, he's had another 'hard' day at work,
hasn't he?"
<giggle>
"Who wouldn't be hard, thinking about his little girl at
home, in a sexy outfit like that, just waiting to get fucked?"
"You really think it's sexy?"
"Come here, and I'll show you."
<giggle>
<pant>
"Oh Daddy!"
"Oh Margaret!"
"Oh Daddy! You'd better get that thing in me, before you
waste it again."
"Oh God. Here, before I. . ."
"Aaaah."
"Ooooh. Oh Honey, that feels good."
"I like it too Daddy. Are you going to squirt your sperm in
me again?"
"Do you want me to? I mean, I could always pull out."
"Don't you dare!"
"Sorry Honey, I just couldn't resist teasing you. Here,
slide up and down like this."
"Huf. Huf. Huf. Oh Daddy."
"Oh. Easy honey, you'll have me cumming, if you keep
squeezing me like that."
"I can't help it, Daddy, it feels so good. Are you going to
cum in me?"
"If you don't stop, I will. Would you like that, Margaret?
Would you like your father to squirt his sperm inside your tight
little tummy? Huh?"
"Oooh Daddy, do it. Squirt the thick sticky white-stuff
that makes babies up inside me. I want it. Please Daddy?"
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"Oh God. I'm going to do it. Daddy's going to squirt his
little girl's cute little tummy so full of baby-juice, she won't
be able to walk."
"Do it Daddy. Cum in me."
""Oh God Margie, here it comes. Oh. Oh. OOoooh!"
"Oh Daddy, it feels so good, when you squirt your sperm in
me. Oooh, I wish you could get me pregnant, like Billy could.
Ohmigod, DADDY!"
"AAaauuuugh! Oh Honey! Ooof. You mean that? You really
want Daddy to knock you up? Oooh. Oh. Ah, that feels good."
"Uhuh. I've been almost tempted to let Billy do it to me
Daddy, just so I could have a baby. It wouldn't be as nice as if
you did it, but. . . Oh Daddy. You're shaking so hard! Gosh,
you squirted a lot of sperm in me."
"Oooh. All for you Honey. All for you. You like feeling
Daddy's sperm in you huh?"
"Uhuh! It makes me feel so warm and creamy inside, just
knowing your sperm is working it's way up inside my tummy, is SO
sexy."
"Hooo. Mmmmm. Margaret?"
"Yes Daddy?"
"I've got an idea."
"Daddy, do you mind if we just sit here while we talk? I
like the feel of your penis stretching me inside, even if it's no
longer hard. Besides, that way your sperm will have a better
chance to soak in."
"It'll get a little messy."
"I don't mind, Daddy. Now what did you want to talk about."
"Oooh. Here, let's straighten this thing."
"Aaahh! Thanks Daddy."
"You're welcome. Oooh, that feels good, when you do that."
<giggle>
"Margaret!"
"Sorry, Daddy. It just feels so good to have your prick
holding your sperm up inside me, I just couldn't resist."
"Well OK, but we were supposed to talk, not make me start
squirting baby-juice up inside you again."
"OK Daddy, what did you want to say?"
"Ooof. Umn. Mmmmm. Ah. There! Huf."
"Daddy?"
"Sorry, I was just trying to keep from cumming in you
again."
"Why didn't you? I wouldn't mind."
"Margaret!"
"Sorry Daddy, I keep forgetting. It's just that I LIKE it,
when you squirt your sperm in me. Just knowing my own daddy love
me enough to let me feel him squirting the stuff that made me in
my mother, in my tummy, is SO exciting. Yeah, I know. You're
not as young as I am, and if I make you squirt your sperm inside
me now, you won't be able to fuck me properly later. Sorry,
Daddy. What did you want to say?"
"Aaah. Squeeze me a bit, Honey. There! Ah. Thank you.
It's about Billy."
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"Billy?"
"Your boyfriend."
"I know THAT Daddy. What about Billy?"
"He's been very nice, hasn't he?"
"Uhuh. Sometimes I feel guilty, for not letting him at
least kiss me."
"Well, maybe I've been wrong."
"Huh Daddy?"
"Maybe I've been wrong. Maybe you should LET Billy kiss
you, and other things."
"Oh Daddy, you don't mean? . . ."
"Uhuh."
"But Daddy, what if he. . . You know. What if he gets all
excited, and wants to put his thing up inside me? After knowing
what it's like to feel you squirt your sperm in my tummy, I
wouldn't be able to stop Billy from doing it."
"Let him."
"But Daddy! I might get pregnant!"
"Well, we'll just have to see to it, that he CAN'T get you
pregnant, won't we."
"Can you do that Daddy? Can you really fix it, so that I
can fuck Billy, without having to worry about having his baby?"
"I'm pretty sure I can arrange it." <chuckle> "It may take
a few months though."
"Oh Daddy! I can hardly wait. When are you going to start
doing this?"
"I've already started."
"You have? Oh Daddy! Mmmmmmph!"
"Easy Honey. Don't get so excited."
"I can't help it Daddy. Just thinking about being able to
fuck Billy, without having to worry about him making a baby in
me, is SO exciting."
"I thought you just said you didn't mind having a baby."
"Oh Daddy! That's YOUR baby. It's too bad you're my
father."
"Well, maybe we'll take care of both things at once."
"Daddy! Stop teasing me. It's not fair! I want to feel
your baby in my tummy so bad, I can almost taste it. Sometimes I
almost wish you weren't my father, so I could get pregnant by
you, like I could by Billy."
"Who knows? Maybe you can. I might NOT be teasing, you
know."
"DADDY!"
"OK. OK. We'll just have to see. Mmmmmm. I'm getting hard
again."
"I know Daddy. I feel it. Ooooh, that feels good."
"Huh. Huh. Oh Baby! Slide up and down, just like that."
"Daddy?"
"Huh. Huh. Yes? Huh. Hu-Honey?"
"How will I know when I can fuck Billy?"
"Oh Jesus. Do that again. Huh. Huh. Uh, Margie?"
"Yes Daddy? Huh. Huh."
<squeak> <squeak>
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"You know what your period is?"
"Uhuh. Huh. Huh. It's when I get all bloody and messy
between my legs, isn't it? Huh. Huh."
<squeak> <squeak> <squeak>
"Uhuh. That's how you know your body is ready to make a
baby. Huh. Oooh!"
"You mean, when I'm bleeding? Is that why you don't fuck me
then, Daddy?"
<squeak> <squeak> <squeak>
"No, hoh, hoh. It's just that you're too messy then. I
didn't think you'd like it."
"I wouldn't mind, Daddy. Oooh. I like that."
<squeak> <squeak>
"No, the time you might get pregnant, is about a week BEFORE
you get your period."
"Oooh Daddy! You mean, like right now? Huh. Huh."
"Uhuh. Does that excite you? Thinking you might be making
a baby right now?"
"Oh Daddy! Don't tease me like that. It's not funny."
"I might not be teasing. When I cum in you, I might be
getting you pregnant right now."
"Daddy!"
"Ok. OK. Why don't you just imagine it then. Think about
your own father squirting the thick sticky white stuff that makes
babies right up in your sexy little tummy, and getting you
pregnant with his baby. Excites you, doesn't it?"
"Oh Daddy I. . . . IeeeeeeEEEKK!"
"Oh God. I'm doing it. I'm squirting my sperm in my own
little girl. Oh Margaret. Feel it? Feel Daddy's cum going up
inside you? Daddy's making a baby in his little girl. Oh
Margaret, I love you so."
"I. . . love. . . you. . . too. . . Daddy."
<squeak> <squeak>
"Ooh Daddy, that was fun. Can we do this more often? I
like pretending you're making a baby in me. Please Daddy?"
<squeak>
"Oooh. You like Daddy's sperm wriggling it's way up inside
your tummy, so it can make a baby huh? Whooo."
"Uhuh. It's too bad we can't do it 'for real'. Still, it
was fun pretending."
"Oh god, it sure was. Well, Margie, if you want to, we can
keep 'pretending' all you want to. At least, until your period
stops, anyway."
"Oh, that's right. Once my period stops, I won't be able to
get pregnant, will I? Darn."
"It excites you, thinking about having Daddy's baby, huh?"
"Uhuh. I've got the shivers, just thinking about it."
"Looks like you've got more than that, to me. Looks like
you've got a whole bellyful of Daddy's baby-juice in your cute
little tummy."
"Mmmmm. I do, don't I? Thanks Daddy."
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"Thank YOU, honey. Mmmmm. Margaret?"
"Yes Daddy?"
"You'd better get up, and get cleaned up. Billy's going to
be here in half an hour, and you've got to be cleaned-up, and
dressed decent, before he gets here."
"Yes Daddy. Oh, Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Can I give him a hint?"
"You'd better not. You both might get carried away, you
know."
"Yes Daddy. Rats."
"Still. . . Margaret?"
"Hmmm? Oh God Daddy, You sure made a mess in me." <giggle>
<chuckle> "I sure did, didn't I? Margie?"
"Yes Daddy? Yuck!" <giggle>
"Seeing as you're going to be fucking billy, in a month or
too, and he's been so nice about it, perhaps it might not be too
bad, if you let him kiss you."
"You mean it Daddy? REALLY kiss him? Like you and I do?"
"No, not that much. Just on the lips, and you've got to
keep your mouth closed."
"OK Daddy." <sigh>
"It won't be so bad, and I'm sure Billy will really
appreciate it. And Honey?"
"Yes Daddy?"
"It won't be that long, before you can do the rest. In the
meantime, you can give in a little more each week, until your
period stops."
"Give-in?"
"I mean, this week, you let him kiss you on the mouth. Next
week, you let him put his arm around your waist. The week after
that, you let him touch your tittie. Touch it, mind you, not rub
it. After that, you open your mouth a little. You don't let him
tongue you though."
"I get the idea Daddy. A little bit at a time, but never
enough to get me too excited."
"Right. and make sure HE doesn't get too excited too. It's
not fair to him."
"OK Daddy. I'd better hurry, or I'll still be dripping cum,
when he gets here."
<giggle>
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"God Daddy, who would ever think that a flouncy dress like
this, could be so sexy?"
"It is, isn't it? And those panties!"
"Yeh. If you didn't know, you'd never imagine there was a
slit right here, that you could slip a finger into."
"Or a cock." <snicker>
"Daddy, you're incorrigible."
"And you're sexy."
"Daddy! If you don't watch out, I'll be fucking you, and
still wearing this dress, when Billy gets here."
"That's not a bad idea."
"Daddy! You can't be serious."
"Oh can't I? It's about time that boyfriend of yours knew
what a sexy little thing you are, especially if he's going to be
getting in your pants tomorrow. So, I think you SHOULD wear that
dress tonight, while he's here."
"Oooh. You mean it Daddy? I should TRY to excite him?
Right in front of you? That's kinky!"
"You think that's kinky? Listen to this. I think you
should fuck me, right in front of him."
"DADDEEE! You said he mustn't EVER find out about us. I
can't let Billy see me fucking my own father!"
"I didn't SAY let him see it."
"Huh? But Daddy!"
"Here, I'll show you. First, I take off my pants, and slip
out of my underwear. Then, I put my pants back on, but leave my
zipper unfastened. How do I look?"
"Normal."
"See, if I'm careful, he'll never know. Now come here and
sit on my lap."
"OK Daddy, I. . . Daddy! Your thing is sticking up between
my legs!"
"That's the idea. Just lift up a little, and move. . . a
little to the left, Honey. That's it. Oohooh!"
"Oh Daddy. It went right up inside me!"
"Easy Honey. We don't want to make me cum, until he's
here."
"You want to cum in me while he's right here?"
"Uhuh. See, he can't see a thing. Just a cute, sexy little
girl, sitting on her father's lap, with her dress covering up the
two of them."
"Daddy, you're crazy."
"But I can tell you like the idea."
"How can you, Oooh, tell, Daddy?"
"Your cunny is squeezing on me, like a milking machine. Get
up now."
"Do I have to?"
"Ahh, Unh, OOof! Whew, just in time. I almost came in
you."
"Spoilsport."
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"Who's the spoilsport? If I had squirted my sperm in your
tight little cunny, we wouldn't be able to pull this off. What
do you think?"
"I still think you're crazy."
"But you'll do it?"
<sigh> "I'll do it. I must be as crazy as you are, but the
thought of fucking my own Daddy, and getting him to squirt his
baby-juice in my tummy while my boyfriend sits right next to me,
and doesn't know, is just to sexy to resist."
"I thought you'd like it."
"Daddy, you ARE kinky, but I love you."
"I know, I. . ."
<Bing> <bong>
"Oh God, he's here! Get your pants together. . . There.
How's my dress?"
"Sexy. Bend over a little. Good. You can see your
panties, but not the crack in them. Make sure Billy gets a good
look, OK."
<giggle> "If you say so Daddy."
"If he thinks this is sexy, wait until he sees the outfit
I've got for your date tomorrow."
"OOooh. I hope he likes it."
<Bing> <bong>
"Oh, I guarantee he will. Get the door, Honey."
"Daddy your pants! There. Maybe you'd better stay behind
me."
"It's OK. . . Hi Billy."
"Hi Mr. . ."
"Billy! You don't have to be so formal with Daddy!"
"Call me Bob, or Uncle-Bob, if that makes you feel more
comfortable. After all, your mother's sister. . ."
"Uh. Uncle Bob. You wanted to see me about something?"
"Daddy! Billy's scared to death. Come on in, Billy, Daddy
isn't going to bite you. In fact, he's got some good news."
"Uh Marge? You're sure it's OK? He's not mad at me? I
mean, last week, when I. . . Oh. Sorry."
"Hi Billy, you like my new dress?"
"Unh It's. . . Oh my gosh."
"Oh Darn paper! Hold it a second, Billy, while I pick this
up."
"Unh. Unh. Marge, your dress. . . It's. . ."
"Yeh, isn't it cute? Daddy picked it out."
"You did, Mr. . . Uncle Bob?"
"Uhuh. Doesn't Margaret look sexy in it. Too Bad you can't
see, but she's got matching red panties to go with it."
"I. . . Uh."
"Oh, you did see. What did you think?"
"Daddee! You're embarrassing Billy."
"Sorry. Let's go over and sit down."
"I'm sorry I peeked at you Marge."
"It's all right. Don't worry about it. Ok? Now sit here."
"Huf. Uh, where are YOU going to sit?"
"It's OK. I'll just sit here on Daddy's lap. Ung!"
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"Something wrong?"
"No, I. . . Unh. Ow! It's just. . ."
"Here, Honey, lift up and move over a bit. . . There!"
"Oooh! Huf, huf. It's OK Billy. It's just that
'something' in Daddy's pants stuck me." <giggle>
"Ungh! Margaret!"
"Sorry Daddy, I couldn't help it. Unh. Is that better?"
"OOooh. Just fine Honey."
"Uh, Margaret?"
"Billy!"
"Sorry. Marge. Are you sure you're OK. I mean, you could
sit over here with me, if you wanted to."
"Unh. Oooh. No. It's OK Billy, I'm comfortable here."
"Well, if you're sure. Uncle Bob? You look like you're
sweating."
"It's just this damn chair. Here Honey. lift up a bit, and
I'll. . . Aahh! That's it."
"Oooh. You're right Daddy, That's a LOT better."
"Aaah! Now, young man, I want to know just how serious you
are about my daughter."
"Uh. Gee, Mr. . . I mean Uncle Bob. I'm not sure what you
mean."
"I think you do, but never mind. Do you like Margaret?"
"Uhuh. Of course I do."
"Do you like her a lot?"
"Well, I uh. . . I guess so."
"Do you think she's sexy?"
"Uh. . ."
"Oh never mind. Of course you do. Margaret?"
"Uh. Uh. Uh. Oooh! Uh, Yes Daddy?"
"Do you find Billy sexy?"
"Oh yes Daddy. He's almost as sexy as you."
"Good. I don't want you going out with someone you don't
find attractive."
"No Daddy. I like Billy a lot."
"Well, I guess that answers that. I. . . Uh. Hooo. Easy
Honey."
"Sorry Daddy."
It's OK. Now Billy?"
"Uh?"
"Do you think I can trust you alone, with my daughter?"
"Alone? With Marge? Uh. . . Geee, I. . ."
"You'll see that she doesn't get hurt?"
"Hurt? Nobody's going to hurt Marge, if I can help it!"
"Good. Glad to hear that. Now I've been a little
restrictive with Margaret and you, and I want to make it up to
both of you."
"Uh? Uncle Bob? Me, and Marge?"
"Uhuh. If you two will do me a favor, I'll do you one."