                        Sleeping Sex
                       An Erotic Story
     
     A few times in the past I've gotten my wife to agree to
me having sex with her while she was sleeping.  This is a
bit hard to do, but not impossible.  The first thing, of
course, is to get a hard-on while the woman is sleeping
*and* she has her back to you, snuggled up "spoon fashion"
so you actually *can* slip inside her while she's off in
dreamland.  Not nearly as easy as it sounds; and the few
times I've managed to get such permission from my wife to
"pork" her while she slept next to me, I've only managed to
complete the job about one time in five.  The other times
something always got in the way, from me falling asleep
before she did to not being able to get it up after an
already big night of sex, to not being able to get it in, or
other reasons.  Once she let a big fart in my face; and it
caused me to lose all interest in sex that night ... and I
*know* it was involuntary too.  Oh well.
     While I've never really been a pedophile; little girls
not seeming all that sexy to me until they've developed
boobs, fur, and the shapes of women, it's hard to deny that
many of them push the envelope at least in how they dress.
Still, considering our present fix, maybe it actually would
have been better if I was such a person and actually started
having sex with our daughter back when she was ten and
puberty wasn't even close.  Maybe.
     Still, even though I've known that Cindy was fast
approaching puberty and I'd soon be getting out that
baseball bat I'd been joking about for years, "To keep the
wolves from the door," and getting at our little girl, now
she really was starting to develop sexually, I'd never
really expected to be the first person having sex with her
myself and especially not while "sleeping" in the same bed
with me and Sandy, my wife.  Yeah, "Sandy" and "Cindy".  My
wife liked the combination.  So do I.
     Me?  My name is Daniel ... Daniel Stevens; but don't
bother trying to look me up in the phone book.  Even in the
local directory there are five "Daniel Stevens" entries, and
three "D. Stevens"; and I'm not telling you what town, city,
county, or even state I live in.  So fuck off with trying to
find me.
     I'm not really sure exactly how we ended up in bed
together, with Cindy snoozing away, cuddled up between me
and the wife; but like many such cases it involved something
while we were on vacation, a motel-room, and only one bed
for the three of us.  Still, I never once did more than
cuddle up to the kid the three nights on the road; and no,
never felt *then* like molesting my own daughter, no matter
how sexy I realized she was getting.
     Heck, it wasn't even when Cindy started showing up in
our bed *after* we got back from DisneyWorld that I
personally started thinking about my own daughter as
somebody to have sex with.  In actual fact, I'm pretty sure
it was the sausage that did it.
     Yes, sausage ... A hunk of Polish Ring Sausage, likely
about three feet long, if you want to know; and since you're
reading this, I ass-u-me that you do.
     Actually, several months *before* the sausage and even
before our vacation, there were the hot-dogs.
     Yeah, hot dogs.  Everybody has experimented with hot
dogs as sexual toys while growing up, haven't they?  Yes,
even me; though I had to toss mine after trying a couple up
the butt when I did it.
     However, it was catching Cindy with a hot-dog up her
twat, just experimenting, that first directed my attention
to the fact our "little girl" was getting to be a *woman*.
Moaning in her room made me look; but when I saw our
daughter on the bed working a little red "skinless frank" in
and out of her honey-hole, I quickly backed out so she
wouldn't be embarrassed at "being caught" with her hand (or
at least a hot-dog) in the cookie-jar (so to speak).
     It was only afterwards when I saw Cindy about to dump
the good meat down the disposal that I said a word.
     "Uh ... Cindy," I said; almost causing her to jump out
of her skin as she started reaching for the grinding switch.
"Don't *waste* good meat like that."
     "Uh ... Daddy," she objected, "We can't *eat* those ...
Uh ... not after I've had them in ... in ... in my ... uh
...."  Cindy blushed a bit; but not as much as you might
expect; as we've had talks about sex, sexuality, and whether
allowing somebody else to touch you in your privates was
"good touch" or "bad touch" mainly depending on whether or
not you *wanted* to be touched, and to so-touch the other
person in return.  Even at eight years old and probably
younger, Cindy had known that there wasn't anything really
wrong with masturbation; even though it's *usually* a
private thing.  That, of course, being why she was
embarrassed now:  Being noticed while doing something
private.
     "You haven't had them in your butt, have you?" I asked.
Well, if she had, then they *would* go down the disposer.
     "Well ... No, but I've had them in my ... my, uh,
kitty; and we aren't supposed to `share food' even if one of
us has had it in our mouths, are we?"
     "Uh ... Cindy," I responded, "It's pretty clean,
whether you've had them in your mouth or up your pussy.
It's only if you bit into one or *broke* one of them, that
I'd ask you to toss them ... or, of course, if you *had*
experimented by putting one of them up your rectum.
Otherwise, they're still clean, AND they're going to be
boiled anyway; so why waste good food?"  I didn't mention
the fact that knowing we'd be eating woman-flavored food
that night would be quite a turn-on for me; because yes, my
"little girl" *was* becoming a woman.
     Well, after tossing *one* dog that was a little
dilapidated, the rest went back into the refrigerator; and
three nights later we had beans and franks.  My wife never
did figure out why Cindy kept blushing each time I pulled a
hot-dog out of the dish and made a production out of licking
and enjoying the taste.  Still, after being cooked, there
really wasn't any "woman taste" left.  <Sigh.>  Oh well.
     After that first time, every week or so I'd see a
package of opened hot-dogs in the refrigerator; mostly all
there; but sometimes with a missing frank or two.  I think
Cindy made a *point* of leaving them where it was obvious.
However, after that first time she never again seemed to be
embarrassed at eating or watching us eat food that had been
up her tight little twat.
     Still, it wasn't *that* that made me really notice how
our "little girl" was growing up.  After all, hot-dogs are
smaller than even most 12-year-old little boys, and I'm a
man ... or at least so my wife assures me.  Yes, it was the
sausage.
     I'm not sure, but I *think* Cindy left her door open
deliberately that time; her moans once again attracting my
attention ... attention to the fact that our "little" girl
wasn't so little; as she had both hands wrapped around a
sausage almost as thick and fat as my prick ... and likely
four or five times as long; looking something like an
incredible double-headed-dildo as the teenager worked the
thick thing in and out of the light fur now starting to
develop around the plump cunny-lips that sucked and slurped
on the thick meat cylinder.
     I say I *think* it was deliberate, because Cindy looked
me right in the eye through the crack in the door once she
pulled the sausage out, then said something like, "Sorry,
Daddy.  I didn't mean to disturb you," before getting up and
replacing the secretion-streaked sausage in the meat
compartment; brushing naked by me as she did so.  My own
"sausage" felt almost as long and hard as the polish she put
back in the reefer.
     That's why, that night as I snuggled up to Cindy;
wrapping arms around both her *and* the wife, I couldn't
help but get a hard-on; remembering the incredibly horny
scene earlier that day in the girl's own bed ... where she
*should* have been sleeping.  So, is it any wonder I poked
it between my daughter's legs?
     Nobody said anything; and it's a wonder I didn't spew
about a gallon of seed all over Cindy, the sheets, my wife,
myself, and make a mess out of everything.  I *did* have to
jack-off the next morning; the first time I'd had to do so
in months.  Normally Sandy takes care of my sexual needs far
too often for me to even feel the urge, let alone the need
like then.  That week though, everything seemed to get in
the way of our "normal" sexual routine.
     The next night, for some reason, Cindy didn't sleep
with us like had become her habit.  That she did the next
night didn't matter; as I was already asleep when our
daughter climbed in bed ... On Sandy's side of the bed that
time.  So it wasn't until three nights *after* the sausage
incident that it just happened that I'd gone without sex for
three days, both Cindy and Sandy were sleeping soundly with
the younger girl between us, and I happened to be awake
after they both were snoring peacefully.  Well, OK ... not
really "snoring", but breathing that soft whistle that my
wife has when her nose is kinked by the pillow and the
barely audible sound our little girl makes when snuggled
down with mouth open.  Neither one does a decent job of
pretending to sleep.
     So, I snuggled down next to my sexy young daughter.  It
wasn't until I had one hand around the girl's body, cupping
a soft young swelling titty and a smooth firm little butt
snuggled back into my privates that I suddenly was reminded
of just *how* sexy our daughter was getting to be.  Before
that, it had all been rather innocent; just a little girl
snuggling in bed with her parents.  Suddenly however, the
image of that fat sausage being worked in and out of the
fuzzy little slit of our daughter gave me a hard-on that
couldn't quit.
     For a second I froze; swollen prick pressed up against
the firm young buttocks pressing into my groin.  I didn't
really want to *rape* my little girl, did I?
     Then I remembered Cindy's big grin as she replaced the
sausage in the refrigerator.  It was almost as if she had
been *inviting* me to do the same thing.  Who knows?  Maybe
she had been.
     However, it was *remembering* how well that sausage fit
inside the girl and how much Cindy seemed to enjoy it, that
somehow managed to convince me to do what I did ... Well,
that and that my unused prick and prostate being loaded with
unreleased semen for almost three days was doing most of my
thinking for me.  I really don't think I would have done
what I did if not for being horny almost out of my gourd
from lack-of-sex for three days, when usually I rarely had
to go over eight hours without getting relief of some kind
from my still beautiful, equally horny, and sometimes kinky
wife.
     Yes, I fucked my little girl ... Well, somewhat, that
is ... At first anyway.
     I slid down in bed, angled my swollen and already
leaking prick UP between the ass-cheeks of our little girl,
then down a bit until the head was poking into the tight
little hole marking the entrance to our daughter's
fertility.  Then ....
     ... Then I blew it.  With just the tip of my penis
barely spreading the slippery hole between our daughter's
legs, I came ... I erupted ... I blew ... I spewed ... I
jetted ... I must have ejaculated what felt like *pints* of
sticky white baby-goo into the tight little recesses of our
little girl's virginity ... If you can call a girl who's had
a prick-sized sausage buried as deep as it could go in her
tight little twat a "virgin" any more.  Still, almost every
sticky drop of male goo went right up my daughter's tight
little tube until I'd completely emptied my prostate in our
daughter's loins.  It wasn't even until after I'd blown my
wad in the girl that I even thought about birth-control ...
Not that it would have done any good anyway; as there wasn't
a condom to be had in the house.  The wife would have
wondered anyway what I had them around for; so getting any
was out as well.
     On the other hand, thinking back, I hadn't seen any
tampons or pads in the trash in the last few months ... Not
that that meant a lot; as I usually never even noticed when
Sandy was "on the rag" as they call it.  Still, I think I
would have noticed Cindy reaching puberty; and many girls
didn't start until at least fourteen.  With Cindy only
thirteen, that could give me almost a year before my wife
and I would have to put the girl on the pill.  Whatever.  In
any case I'd keep a more observant eye out for the girl's
first menstruation.  If necessary, I *would* buy and hide
some condoms.  Once having gotten my rocks off in the girl,
even if only dumping my load in the tight little hole
*leading* to her vagina, there's no way I could stop.
Precautions could be taken once the girl did reach puberty.
     With that resolution, I slipped back to sleep; not even
bothering to stopper-up my daughter's leaking young cunny-
hole; as most of my cum seemed to be held inside her instead
of leaking or even gushing out in a flood like you might
expect.  There'd probably be a wet spot on the bed in the
morning ... but that was quite usual.
     In the morning, my wilted prick now bringing sanity
back, I could barely look at either my wife or daughter;
especially knowing that several teaspoons of my virile semen
was still inside the girl.  Thankfully Cindy didn't even
seem to notice; and we were all soon taking showers in-turn
before breakfast.
     Since my wife never noticed the slippery slime drooling
out of our daughter's slit and Cindy soon washed away all
the "evidence" of our incestuous encounter the night before,
by the time we'd finished breakfast I figured I was out of
the woods.  The previous night had been wonderful,
fantastic, and the sensation of dumping my sperm in my own
daughter's tight little twat, even though I didn't really
get properly inside the girl, was something I'd treasure in
my memory all my life ... Yet I promised myself I'd never
repeat.  It was too damned tempting; and I knew that if I
gave in even once to the temptation, I'd never be able to
quit.  After that, it wouldn't be long before Cindy or my
wife woke up while I had my prick inside the girl; pumping
her womb full of incestuous baby-goo, and then woke up the
other one and my life would be over.  Even though the
chances of Cindy getting pregnant at only thirteen were
slim, that wouldn't make it any less of a crime and scandal
if/when I got caught porking the girl.  In fact, some people
think that having sex with a "child" who hasn't reached
puberty yet is much *worse* than having intercourse with an
adolescent girl in the full flower of her fertility ... and
especially-so, if the man dumping his wad in the girl's baby-
hole happens to be the child's own father.  I was screwed
either way.  Far better to not even think of giving into the
temptation to repeat what I had almost accidentally done the
night before.  ONE time might be an accident or even just
excused.  Any more would be deliberate; and I'd have no
excuse.  I'd just have to live the rest of my life on the
wonderful memory of dumping my wad and emptying my prostate
in my own little girl's tight little girl-tube that one
time.  <Sigh.>  Not that I wasn't *tempted* to go even
further; actually *fucking* Cindy until my prick almost came
out the child's mouth and I was spraying my seed almost
directly into the soft young knob of my own daughter's
cervix, uterus, and entrance to the girl's tiny young womb
and developing fertility.
     Only ... I knew darned well that if I did so, I
wouldn't be able to stop, even if and when Cindy did start
ovulating sometime in the next year or so.  I wouldn't be
able to.  Better never to start ....
     Or so I tried to convince myself; and think I actually
did for over a day.
     Worrying about this was the real reason Sandy wasn't
able to get me off that day ... that and having already
emptied my prostate in our little girl the night before.
Hell, I guess I'm lucky my wife didn't get suspicious at me
not being able to do much even after three days without sex.
I just pretended to agree with her when she suggested I
might have jacked-off and "wasted" my cum when I got too
horny by waiting.  Thinking about "wasting" my cum by
dumping it in our little girl's "waist", got me so
embarrassed I must have been red as a beet.  Thankfully
Sandy seemed to think it was embarrassment about my getting
caught jacking-off rather than dumping my wad in our
daughter's body like I had the night before.
     That night I actually managed to keep my prick under
control.
     However, things started getting out of hand the moment
I got home from work the following day.  To start with, we
had sausage and sauerkraut for dinner that night ... Yes,
the same sausage I'd seen stuffed so erotically up my
teenaged daughter's tight little cunny-hole.  It was bad
enough *eating* the thing myself, after having seen it
buried deep in Cindy's tight little baby-hole; but that
wasn't the worst by far.  Nor was the imagined "flavor" of
horny girl which I think in actuality was pretty bleached-
out by cooking and the Kraut.  Each time either my wife or
daughter put a big hunk in their mouths, I almost creamed my
jeans; imagining it was *my* prick being sucked by either
one of them.  Did I mention my wife Sandy gives one *hell*
of a good blow-job when she feels like it?  Not often, but
every few weeks, or in her hornier times sometimes every day
or so, and a few times it was multiple times in one day.
Mostly though, she (and I) prefer "real sex" with my prick
buried in her still-tight little twat and her milking me for
baby-goo like sex was intended to be.  I dunno ... Maybe
we're just squares.  But it *feels good* to have your prick
being massaged by a tight vagina ... even better than a
mouth, hand, or even ass.
     Sandy seemed to notice me looking at our daughter when
Cindy put one particularly long hunk in her mouth ... and
then caught on to what was grabbing my attention.  The next
thing I know Sandy was miming giving a blow-job to a 9-inch
hunk of sausage that was almost unmistakable.  I almost
split my BVDs.  Here I hadn't had ejaculating sex in over
two days, and I was about to go crazy with two beautiful
women teasing me sexually.  Maybe it wasn't all that
deliberate on Cindy's part; but I think it was more that she
didn't get the sexual innuendo like her mother did; not that
she didn't enjoy teasing her old man with her sexuality.
     Both women were dressed up in outfits about designed to
drive a man nuts; Sandy because she was going out and would
be out with "The Girls" until close to bedtime; and Cindy
because ... Well, because she was a normal teenager who
*liked* to flaunt her sexuality ... even at "old men" like
her father.  She might not intend to *do* anything sexually;
but it makes a woman, even a teenager feel good to be looked
at with desire by horny men.  It's just nature, I guess.
"If you've got it, flaunt it," I guess the old saying goes.
The filmy dress my wife was wearing was almost see-through.
If I hadn't *known* the "girls" she was going out with that
night, I might have suspected she was cheating on me with
some man, wearing that outfit.  However I knew it was just
sexy to make the other women in her club jealous ... and
that she would, I also knew.  Not that most of them were
dogs either.  Still, "The Guys" and I often played poker
while "The Girls" did their thing in the other room.  No way
would any of us break up our neighborhood friendship with an
affair ... Unless, that is, we *all* got into the "swing of
things" as they say; which, thinking about it, might-could
actually happen if one of us ever got the guts up to suggest
it to the rest.  So far, nobody ever has; but I'll admit
thinking about it.  Cindy was wearing more of a Summer Sun
Suit that was almost just bra-and-panties; even though it
was only March and weather appropriate to that being months
away.  Still, I didn't complain about the skin Cindy showed,
any more than I mentioned the beautiful body almost nakedly
visible through the thin dress my wife had on.  Oh, I *did*
tell her she was beautiful and to, "Knock them dead," but
that was all.
     But that's how I ended up vegging on the sofa most of
the night with my sexy young daughter on her belly in front
of me, displaying more skin in her outfit than many girls
show on the beach.  Could I help it if my prick was almost
killing me?  I'm not sure, but it seemed to me that every
commercial that night had sexy young girls doing things on
the beach, almost naked women "cleaning" house, or lingerie
commercials, "sleep aids" with equally almost naked women
getting into bed, and so-forth.  Somehow for almost half an
hour we watched portions of a swimsuit competition; and when
that was over they had a documentary about how the
attraction of such things had some mothers "prepping" their
little girls by wearing adult makeup, swimwear, and even
sexier outfits from the time they got out of diapers;
showing girls as young as five or six all the way up to and
slightly past Cindy's age "strutting their stuff" on stage;
and doing bumps-and-grinds that would make a professional
ecdysiast envious.  I'm not kidding!
     However, when Cindy switched the channel to a talk-show
about father/daughter incest!  The moment I heard the first
girl, almost two years *younger* than Cindy, telling how she
*liked* having her father's baby ... Well, I'll admit I'm a
prude.  Hell, I might even have watched the show myself if
alone or with Sandy.  However, letting my little girl see
such stuff?  No way!
     So, I made Cindy switch channels again.
     My daughter gave me a moue; and started to object, "Oh
Daddy ...," but then saw my face and hit the remote with no
more arguments.  Still, I couldn't get the thought of that
... that *child* of only 11 *wanting* her father's baby.  I
wished like hell I could have watched the whole show without
having to worry about Cindy getting the wrong idea ...
Specifically the idea that I might like to do the same thing
to her.  Hell, it was bad enough what I'd done already.
     Actually, if it hadn't been for *that*, I might have
let the girl watch anyway.  I think it was more guilt at the
incest I'd already done with the girl, even or especially if
she wasn't aware of it, that made me worried about what my
daughter might think if she saw the show.  Hell, maybe
watching would cause Cindy to remember what happened during
the night and question me about it.  I shivered at the very
thought ... and then felt my prick grow to what felt like a
full foot long in response.  Pricks have no conscience.
     The problem after that was that Sandy wouldn't be home
until bedtime for all of us; giving me/us no time to solve
the boner I had that was almost killing me.  In fact, she
had to be off to work about an hour early the next day; and
it would be ME getting Sandy off to school; so there'd be no
relief in the morning either; and probably not a chance
until the following night ... if then.  Sometimes schedules
are a bitch.
     Cindy was already asleep when I joined her in bed that
night; snuggled down in "her place" that she'd somehow
managed to make in her parents' bed.  I had barely gotten
snuggled in behind her, stark naked just like the girl was,
when I heard the loud "Ka-Lak!" of the back door being
unlocked.  Ten minutes later Sandy joined us after a minimal
toilet; and snuggled down to sleep.  Not a chance of sexual
relief for me that night, I figured.  I actually dozed off
myself for about half an hour before bladder pressure forced
me back out of bed.  I'd forgotten to pee first; my hard
prick making it difficult to do so anyway.
     Still, I managed to half-fill the bowl with about a
gallon of pee after going without for several hours.  Then I
returned to bed, snuggled up to Cindy, and *tried* to go
back to sleep.
     Have you ever snuggled up to a sexy young woman while
you had a hard-on and tried to sleep?  It's almost
impossible.  I tried to ignore my prick.  Then I tried *not*
ignoring my prick and jacking-off.  That didn't work either.
With two beautiful and sexy women next to me, my swollen
dick wasn't going to take anything less than real *female*
vagina wrapped around it ... or so it seemed.
     I tried snuggling up to Cindy and ignoring my prick.  I
tried turning over with my back to the girls and going to
sleep.  I even got up and *tried* sleeping on the couch.
None of those things worked.  I eventually decided to do the
"comfortable" thing and just snuggle up.  Eventually I
figured my prick would get tired and go down enough to let
me sleep.  Eventually.
     Only somehow this time when I snuggled up, my swollen
dong actually found its way into the gap between my
daughter's legs; the little triangle formed by her leg
muscles and vagina above that some women have.  It wasn't
very big; especially when lying on her side sleeping like
that; but my penis seemed to have a homing-device on the
head for pussy and was leaking pre-cum; so it slid right
into the gap between her legs like a greased pole or
lubricated dildo.
     No, not into Cindy's vagina; just between her legs and
vagina; but that was quite enough.  I couldn't pull away if
my life depended on it.  Somehow I had one big horny hand
wrapped around my little girl's swelling young titty, my cum-
leaking prick between her legs, and her tight little butt
snuggled firmly into my tummy.  OK, I *thought* I could get
along with just that.  I should have known better.
     After about ten minutes I "accidentally" shifted a
little; pulling my prick out about two inches.  Of course, I
immediately pushed back in, so Cindy's slippery little twat
slid along the top of my dong when I did so.  Oh GOD, did
that feel good.  Somehow I found myself semi-fucking Cindy
while she slept; sliding in and out between her legs without
actually putting my prick inside her.
     Only, just as I was about to erupt I remembered the
previous time, and how Cindy had actually taken my cum up
inside her vagina ... and decided, "Why *not* cum inside her
again?"  There really didn't seem to be any reason not-to.
After all, since I *had* already done it once; would one
more shot of sticky cum up Cindy's tight little vagina
really matter all that much?  Just once more of feeling my
daughter's tight little hole around the tip of my prick, and
I could let go inside her without actually *fucking* the
kid.  That wouldn't *really* be incest ... would it?
     It's amazing how a person can rationalize things;
especially when your prick is hard and an available female
is lying open and conveniently next to you.  Yeah, I talked
myself into sperming my little girl's hole without actually
entering her, just like I had two nights before.
     So ... This time I pulled back, *deliberately* angled
my prick up at her inviting young slit; aimed the slippery
dome of my engorged dong into the soft pink center of the
tiny little hole that had been rubbing the top for likely
half an hour already, and prepared to send about a pint of
thick white baby-goo squirting into my daughter's body from
the outside, without actually penetrating her.
     Only ... Just as I *was* about to cum, Cindy shifted in
her sleep and pulled away for a second; removing the
connection between my body and hers.  I, of course, almost
automatically moved *my* body to follow my daughter's;
trying to seal the head of my prick back against her vagina
before I started spouting thick pearly-white gobs of sticky
goo all over the bed instead of inside her like I'd planned
on doing; as I'd forgotten to have a tissue handy to catch
my spend in.
     Only, just as I started to push forward, I swear I
heard Cindy sigh in her sleep, "Oh Daddy!" before pushing
*back* at me just as my prick lined up with her twat.  Oh
God.  My prick had been leaking pre-cum all over my
daughter's tight little slit for close to half an hour; and
I'm quite sure the stimulation, even in her sleep, had
caused the girl to lubricate as well.  Like a greased dildo,
my thick penis slid into my daughter clear to the hilt, with
no hymens or other barriers getting in the way; the hot-dogs
and sausage likely finishing the job, if she hadn't
otherwise lost it long before, like many girls do.
     The next thing I knew I was lying there, my traitor
penis buried to the hilt in my little girl's body; her tight
little cunny-hole milking and squeezing on the base like
some incredible sex-machine just made to get men to
ejaculate ... and considering evolution, I guess in a way
that's exactly what it was.  It was all I could do to keep
from letting my little girl have every drop of incestuous
seed I'd been building up in my prostate for over two days.
     Still ... FIRST the murmured, "Oh Daddy," still
bothered me.  WAS Cindy awake and *feeling* her father's
prick inside her; or was that just something involuntary
while the kid was sleeping?  Straining incredibly to keep
from dumping my wad and scaring the girl if she was awake;
or possibly even awakening her if she wasn't yet, I listened
and FELT Cindy's body next to mine until I was certain her
soft breathing was that of true sleep and not some fakery
that kids often do in trying to fool their parents.
     By the time I was sure, the incredible sensation of
having Cindy's tight little girl-tube massaging my prick had
subsided enough that I wasn't about to blow immediately now
that I was actually inside her.  No, I didn't even *think*
about pulling out.  I'd already previously decided to spend
inside the girl; actually having my prick buried in her
belly while I did so, didn't make the slightest difference
in the argument about whether or not ejaculating inside my
own daughter was a good idea or not.  Besides, I plain just
wanted to *enjoy* the first time I mated with my own
daughter.  I might never again enjoy a pussy this fine;
especially not my own daughter's tight little baby-tube
wrapped around my cum-leaking penis like this.  So I
proceeded to slide in and out; *planning* to have a nice
long fuck before spending my seed in the girl and filling
her belly with incestuous baby-goo ... for what would likely
be the first, last, and *only* time I ever had full vaginal
cum-squirting sexual intercourse with Cindy; as it would be
*way* too dangerous to ever repeat the process of fucking
the girl, or even more-so of cumming inside her.
     Only ... The third time I slid back inside her, my
traitor prick started tingling and it was all I could do to
manage to finish up buried to the hilt in my daughter's
tight young body when I started spurting, spewing, jetting,
and dumping wad after thick gooey wad of pearly-white semen
deep in my little girl's developing fertility.  Oh GOD, did
that feel good!  Shot after shot, and squirt after thick
white squirt shot out of the tip of my prick and into the
soft pink tunnel of my daughter's tight young vagina until
my dong was practically floating in the sticky seed I'd
spent inside her body.  It was only when I was finished and
my prick was wilting that I started to feel the guilt at
taking my own daughter's virginity ... what little there was
left of it, even if you discounted the sausage and hot-dogs
as not important.
     For ten minutes or maybe even longer I lay there;
cuddled up to my little girl; my prick wilting but still
buried inside the girl; stoppering up her hole from making
an incredible mess of the bed; as it felt like I'd left
nearly a pint of incestuous seed and sperm-filled baby-goo
deep in the developing fertility my own barely teenaged
daughter's sexy young vagina like a man should with a nubile
and pubescent girl ... only not usually his own daughter,
like I just had.
     Surprisingly though, once my prick shrank completely
and popped out; squeezed out of Cindy's tight little hole by
her vaginal muscles, hardly a drop of thick white cum
followed.  The girl's twat was *so* tight that almost all
the thick white goo I'd deposited inside her was *held*
inside by the muscles at the entrance to her vagina.  Hard
to believe, I know; but that's what happened.  Still, most
of it must have leaked out in the night anyway, as there was
quite a wet-spot on the bed in the morning ... But not all
that surprising if I'd had a wet-dream during the night
after being denied sexual relief for over two days.
     My wife Sandy was actually apologetic when she saw the
spot on the bed; offering to get me off before heading out,
in spite of being late.  I, of course, told her it didn't
matter, as I'd already gotten some relief ... Implying
either a wet-dream or jacking off.  This seemed to make
Sandy feel even more guilty; but she accepted it.  Hell, it
should have been *me* feeling guilty at dumping my load in
our daughter ... Instead I felt like some incredible stud
for doing so.  Looking back, incredibly *dumb* too.  Oh
well.
     Again, Cindy never seemed to notice she'd been fucked
during the night; just getting up, taking her shower, eating
her breakfast, and heading off to school, bright and
cheerful like any other day ... and once she'd finished
washing up and showering, smelling just like any normal
pretty girl, not some obscene cum-dump where a man like her
own horny goat of a father had spermed the kid's womb the
night before.
     Was I lucky, or what?
     Well, as you can imagine, but somehow I really honestly
didn't expect myself, I did it again in her the next night.
This time I just waited until both my wife and daughter were
sleeping peacefully, slid down, angled my already-dripping
prick up into my daughter's tight little slit, and then slid
all the way inside her with one big push.  Cindy sighed a
bit in her sleep but didn't wake up.  This second time I
managed to actively *fuck* my daughter for close to half an
hour.  I'd taken a tissue to bed with me, *planning* on
dumping my wad in the tissue instead of taking the extra
chance of sperming the girl's womb with my seed ... But once
again my prick took over my logic, decided, "Since she
already got my cum inside her the night before and I've
already been leaking precum probably loaded with sperm in
her anyway for over half an hour, what will a little shot of
the real thing matter all that much, or make much of a
difference anyway?"  I know ... I know ... Rationalizing.
It just felt so darned *good* to let that thick load of baby-
juice go right up inside the girl where it belonged ... And
I did it, damn me.
     After that, for the next week or two, every night that
Cindy picked to sleep with us (No, she actually slept in her
own bedroom about every third or fourth night.) I'd not just
slide my prick up in the girl; but after fucking her for a
deliciously long time I'd always make sure the head of my
prick was as far up inside Cindy as I could push it, and as
close to the girl's cervix as it could go when I erupted
inside her.  Just knowing my prick was *that* close to her
developing young womb when I ejaculated inside Cindy was
incredibly thrilling.  No, I didn't really want to knock the
kid up; but just thinking about the possibility was mind-
blowing.  I kept thinking about that little girl I'd had
Cindy cut off the channel on, right when the kid was telling
how she *wanted* her own father's baby.
     I was fairly sure Cindy didn't want that, even if she
learned to enjoy sex; and I was *quite* certain my wife
Sandy would blow a gasket if she found I was even porking
the girl, let alone dumping my wad in her unprotected womb
and getting our daughter pregnant.  Still, as long as Cindy
wasn't having periods yet, it was fairly safe.  Not
*completely* safe mind; as having a period just meant a girl
didn't get pregnant the month *before*, not that she
couldn't have done so without having a period first.  Still,
very few girls get knocked-up without having at least *one*
period.  I'd just have to keep an eye out for Cindy's first
one; and have Sandy take the girl down to the doctor
whenever that was.  By having sex with the girl almost every
night, it would be rather hard for me to miss her first
period whenever it did come along; which (scary thought)
might be quite soon.
     It was a little over two weeks later that things
changed ... again.
     Once again Sandy was in a hurry getting out of the
house ... and again apologetic for *not* "taking care of me"
sexually the night before; little knowing I'd spent close to
half the night with my prick buried in our daughter's tight
little hole; actually cumming in the girl and sperming the
kid's womb, not once, not twice, but *three* times before
pulling out; leaving what felt like half a gallon of sticky
goo in the girl's body before I fell asleep and my wilting
prick finally slipped out of her.  All that extra sperm-
laden cum I'd dumped in our daughter's sexy young body the
night before must have precipitated what followed.
     "Bye, Dear," yelled Sandy; hurrying for the door while
struggling into her coat.  "Oh ... By the way ... Cindy has
a question to ask you!" she yelled back just before going
out.  "Take care of it, will you?  I'm in too much of a
hurry right now!  Bye!"
     What the ...?  I looked over at Cindy who was blushing;
almost dipping her face in the cereal to hide her face.
"What's the problem, Punkin?" I asked; using one of my
favorite names for her.  (OK ... Think about it:  Cindy ...
Cinderella ... Pumpkin-Coach.  Then add the double-entendre
of "Pump-Kin" or fucking a relative that had recently added
yet more "spice" to the name and maybe you'll get part of
the idea.  There was more that would take too long to
explain ... Family, Inside-Jokes.)
     "Oh Daddy," she sighed.  "It's just that ... Oh damn!
I really wanted to ask Mom; but I guess you can explain just
as well; maybe even better, I guess.  You *do* seem to know
a lot about such things."
     Cindy looked at me, I raised my eyebrows, woggled them
causing her to giggle, then asked, "This is about sex, I
presume?"
     Cindy looked at me, blushed, then nodded.  "Well,
actually ...," she started, "It's about when I sleep with
you and Mom."  This time Cindy looked at me expectantly.
     Oh God ... I figured I was busted.  Cindy must *know*
I've been slipping the meat to her during the night.
Thinking about it:  How could she *not* know what was going
on?  I grimaced at her; letting the girl know to continue.
Might as well know the worst, I figured.  Heck, Cindy didn't
seem to be *angry* or anything ... Maybe I could figure out
a way to fuck the girl with her awake and *knowing* we were
having sex together.  Another mistake to even start thinking
that way; but I was already horny again, my wife was gone
... and Cindy was available.  Dumb I know; but once your
prick starts doing your thinking *for* you, that's the sort
of result you get.
     Cindy blushed again, then continued, "Well ... It's
just that ... That whenever I sleep with *you* guys, I
always wake up all wet and sticky inside ... uh ... like I'd
been ... uh ... you know ... masturbating or something.
This morning I practically sloshed I was so wet!"  Cindy
looked at me hopefully; expecting me to explain; probably
something like, "It's normal for a girl to get sexually
excited when sleeping next to a man," or something like
that.  Funny though:  At the time, I didn't even *think* of
such an excuse.  All I could think of was, "Caught!" and
that if she told this to her mother just like she had me,
all hell was going to break loose ... Unless, that is, I
could get her on my side, knowing exactly *what* was going
on first.
     "Um ...," I said, "I *think* I might have an idea what
the problem might be ... but we'll have to experiment and
see, OK?"
     "OK, Daddy."  So trusting.
     "So ... Why don't you just get undressed and into bed,"
I instructed.  "I'll be right there and we'll see if we can
duplicate the problem."  Yeah, right.
     I still can't believe it; but it worked!
     Cindy was already snuggled up, naked, in bed, when I
got there; undressing this time in full daylight so she saw
my naked and fully erect prick before I got in behind her.
She didn't say a word; although her eyes got rather large
when I got in bed sporting that erection.
     "Now let's snuggle up like I usually do at night," I
pretended to try working out what the `problem' was, "and
see what happens," I added; snuggling down so my leaking
prick was sliding against her bum and almost poking into
that soft little triangle that had gotten me into trouble
before.  Almost.
     "Now feel my prick poking you in the butt," I prompted;
sweating a bit.  "You'll notice it's a bit slippery.  Is
that what you were talking about?"
     Cindy giggled.  "No, Daddy.  When I wake up I'm all
runny *between* my legs, not on my butt, Silly!"
     "You mean like this?" I asked; sliding down so my now
dribbling prick *was* between her legs; leaking pre-cum all
over her pouting slit that I could now see in the light from
*behind* the girl.  Never noticed you could see the girl's
cunny from behind before.  Strange that.  I thought vaginas
were only visible from the front ... but then I'd never seen
a girl like Cindy completely naked close-up before.
     "Mmmm, yeah, I guess," agreed Cindy; actually pushing
back at me as my rampant dong slid in and out between her
legs.  "... Only much more-so, and really up *inside* me,"
she corrected.
     "Well," I said; deciding to `go for it', "If that's not
it, I have an idea what might be happening while you're
asleep ... Want to try it?"  I held my breath.
     Cindy shrugged, as much as she could while lying down,
as if to say, "Why not?"  "OK, I guess," she agreed.
     That was all the "consent" I needed.  "Here:  Push back
at me," I directed; while aiming my now heavily-leaking dong
up at her tight little baby hole.
     I pushed, Cindy pushed, and my penis slid into her
tight little slit in a rush.
     "Sometimes," I almost groaned at the feeling of my
prick being massaged by my daughter's tight young vagina
while she was *awake* and not objecting in the slightest to
having her father's penis inside her body, "a man's penis
squirts a thick liquid while inside a girl like this ... if
she makes him feel good.  I guess it could happen by
accident if my prick got inside you during the night."
     "Oh ... hoh ... hoh," panted Cindy; pushing back at me
as I pushed into her; then pulling back as I pulled away;
the girl never even asking or wondering exactly how her
father's prick could even "accidentally" get inside her
vagina during the night; seeming to just accept the idea
that sleeping in the same bed with her father's leaking
prick poking her in the back could lead to him penetrating
her sexually as quite "normal".  In about ten seconds after
I first entered her we were having full sexual intercourse
with my daughter fucking back at me as I fucked into her.
"Ho ... how ... Uh ... How do I make it feel good for you?"
she gasped.
     "Don't worry," I reassured her.  "You're doing just
*fine*.  Daddy's about to shoot that stuff in you ... uh ...
right about ... huh ... now," I groaned; as the first thick
squirt shot out of my prick and into my daughter's
fertility.  "Here it ... uh ... comes," I emphasized as my
prick bulged and sent yet another thick gob of baby-goo
squirting wildly into Cindy's body.  "Oh God, that feels
good," I added.
     "Fee ... feels good ... OH ... to me too, uh, Daddy,"
she responded; pushing back with each surge and squirt I
gave inside her.  No wonder Cindy never woke up when I came
inside her, if it felt this good; the girl was probably just
incorporating the pleasure into her dreams.  Pain now, would
wake anybody up; but pleasure is different.  I can rub my
wife Sandy's back and she just goes deeper into sleep from
the pleasure of it.
     "So," I gasped after pulling out and looking at the
curdled goo seeping out of my daughter's well-used young
cunny, "Is *that* the stuff you were talking about?" I
asked.
     "Uhuh," she agreed; looking down at where my seed was
seeping out of her tight little twat; likely going to take
several hours to escape as the muscles of her young vagina
kept most of the semen I'd ejaculated in her inside.
     "So I guess that explains why you leak in the morning,"
I finished up.
     "Yeah."  Not denying, not condemning, just observing.
Then: "Daddy?"
     "Yes, Hon?"
     "Did we just have sex?"
     "Yeah," I agreed.  "I guess we did."
     "Oh ... I thought so."  Again, not upset at the idea of
having sexual intercourse with her own dad.  I might get out
of this mess yet!
     "Uh ... Daddy?" she asked again; looking down at the
leaking slime oozing slowly from her messy slit.  "Is that
really the stuff that makes babies?"
     For a second my hair stood on end as I contemplated the
millions of tiny sperm squirming up in my daughter's soft
young tummy ... Then sanity restored itself.  "Uh, yeah," I
agreed.  "When you get older," I added.
     "But I thought ...."  Cindy stopped then looked at me
with a funny expression on her face.
     "As soon as it looks like you're old enough to worry
about such things, I'll have your mother take you down and
put you on the Pill, so you don't get pregnant by accident,"
I explained; actually sweating at the thought that sometimes
a girl didn't have to have her first period before she was
fertile.  That it didn't happen very often didn't mean it
wouldn't.  Still, as long as Cindy wasn't menstruating, we
were *fairly* safe.  Safe like a loaded pistol; but that's a
relative thing too.  That's why we have gun-safety lessons
for people who own them and Sex Education Class in schools.
I *think* Cindy had Sex-Ed by now.  She didn't seem exactly
ignorant about sex; though her views on the subject did seem
rather ... odd.
     Cindy thought about what I said, and again gave me that
funny look.  "You mean you don't *want* to get me pregnant?"
she asked; looking puzzled, as if it was not only the most
normal thing in the world for a man to have sex with his own
daughter, but like he would be expected to want to knob the
kid if he did.
     "It's not exactly a good idea," I told her.  "Why?  Do
*you* want me to?"
     "Well no ... It's just that I thought ... Well, never
mind."
     "Why?" I asked.  "Are you bleeding between the legs
yet?  Your mother *did* explain to you about such things,
didn't she?"
     "Well, yes ... I mean no, not right now," Cindy
replied; obviously somewhat confused by the two
contradictory questions.
     "So let me know when you do, OK?"
     "OK, Daddy ... If you say so."
     So *that* was settled.  When Cindy *did* start bleeding
I knew she would remember to tell me so we could start
taking precautions ... probably condoms until I convinced
the wife to put Cindy on the Pill ... Which might be a bit
difficult without letting her know the girl was sexually
active already.  Thinking of the ball of worms THAT would
open gave me the shivers.  Best take precautions about that,
as well.  "Uh, Cindy?" I asked.
     "Yes, Daddy?"
     "Maybe we'd better not tell your mother that the two of
us having sex together is what caused your ... uh ...
`problem'," I told her.  "Most mothers don't really like the
idea of their husbands having sex with anybody but them ...
not even sex with their own daughters, if you know what I
mean."
     "Yeah, I know.  Some people get SO jealous," she
agreed.
     I was home free!
     "Daddy?" she asked.
     "What?"
     "Does that mean we can't have sex any more?  ... I was
kind of liking it there at the end." she added wistfully.
     Damn, talk about falling in a cess-pool and coming up
smelling of roses!  "Are you sure you want to?" I asked.
     "Please, Daddy?  It felt *real* good; much better than
I thought it would.  All the stories say the first time
hurts or something, but this just felt good!  I guess it's
just having sex with you instead of some boy," she decided.
     Well, who was I to correct the girl and tell her about
hymens, lost virginities, and what happens to girls who use
hot-dogs and sausages.  If she wanted to believe it was her
own father making love to her that made it feel so good,
then why should I disabuse the girl of such a notion?
Especially if it led to our having still more monkey-sex.
OK, so I'm a pervert.  So sue me.
     That night, Cindy now understanding that she had to
wait for her mother to fall asleep before we could do
anything, patiently snuggled back at me; not even squirming
until Sandy was whistling softly through her nose the way
she does.  It was much harder for *me* to hold off slipping
my prick between Cindy's legs this time, knowing she
actually seemed to *like* having sex with me, but I did.
     "I think Mom's asleep now," whispered Cindy, finally.
Then my daughter backed up to me, fit my swollen member
inside her squeezing little slit; and we gloriously *fucked*
for over half an hour before I sent thick greasy gobs of
baby-goo squirting gloriously into my daughter's womb.
     This was repeated the next night; and still the one
after that, as well.
     The third morning following found Sandy once again off
early to work, and me (again) alone in the house with Cindy.
Having finished breakfast this time, I went looking for my
daughter, finding the girl brushing her waist-length hair;
still sitting naked on her bed before getting dressed.
     "Spread your legs," I semi-asked, somewhat commanded.
     Without even asking why, Cindy did so; welcoming me
into her body while still keeping up her strokes with the
hairbrush.  "Oh Daddy," she whimpered; pushing back at me as
much as she could while sitting on the bed and doing her
hair at the same time.  "It feels so *good*," she affirmed.
     God, did it ever!  I gently removed the hairbrush from
her hand, pushed Cindy over on her back, and slid into her
"missionary style" as we fucked face-to-face for the first
time.  This time I got to KISS the girl while fucking her;
and Cindy's arms came up around my body, to be soon followed
by both legs, as the meaning of "monkey sex" became
apparent; the girl clasping her father like a baby monkey
grasps hold of its mother to keep from falling off.
     It didn't take long; barely ten seconds of hot nasty
sex before I was jetting thick wads and hot gooey globs of
incestuous semen deep in my daughter's hot young belly.
Shortly afterwards Cindy was finishing up her hair,
stoppering up her leaking twat with a plug of tissue, and
getting dressed ready for school.
     "Thanks, Daddy," she smiled at me.
     Damn, my kid was *thanking* me for dumping my wad in
her belly.  Un-fucking-believable.
     After that we'd often add daytime-sex in various
positions to the nightly "spoon fashion" sex we had almost
every night.  I had to point out to Cindy that she'd have to
go back to her room every few nights like she had been
previously, or her mother might get suspicious at the
change.  I did my best to make it up to her (and myself of
course) whenever I could during the day.
     This scenario went on for a week or so; with my
daughter and I waiting impatiently each night for Sandy to
fall asleep so we could fuck.  Sometimes we even fell asleep
before she did; leaving us both sexually frustrated.  It was
those nights that usually led to me porking the hell out of
Sandy before she went to work; but sometimes me taking out
my lust on our little girl when my wife wasn't available
that morning.
     Like I said, it was likely a little over a week after
Cindy started having sex with *me*, not just me getting off
in my little girl's body at night, when this waiting for
Sandy to sleep came to a head.  One night we had both been
waiting for over an hour it seemed for my wife to drop off;
but she never did; twisting and squirming until all three of
us were about to scream with impatience.
     It was my wife who gave in first though:  "Oh HERE,"
she decided in disgust.  "Cindy, lift your leg."
     "Huh?" from Cindy; but she still obeyed.
     "Now YOU, you pedophile ... Here!"  With this, Sandy
reached between our daughter's legs, grabbed my swollen
prick, and angled it up into our daughter.  "Now *push*,"
she commanded; still holding my penis so the cum-dripping
head was aimed directly into our 13-year-old daughter's
tight little snatch.
     I was too dumbfounded to move; but Cindy did; obeying
her mother and pushing back at me `til the head and then 3/4
of my prick slid into her body.
     "Now hurry up and fuck, so *I* can get to sleep," she
commanded.  "If you guys keep waiting for me to drop off,
*nobody* is going to get any sleep tonight ... or sex
either, for that matter."
     Well, who could argue with that?
     So, Cindy and I coupled like minks; still taking a good
fifteen minutes though before I sent thick heavy squirts of
baby-milk into my daughter's belly; as we'd grown more used
to each other and I wasn't *quite* so ready to spill my seed
in the girl the moment I first slid my prick in her tummy.
But it still was wonderful sex; likely the best I've ever
had, and the best I'll ever get ... Yes, even including my
wife Sandy, who is no slouch when it comes to wonderfully
nasty and erotic sex.  All the while Sandy watched with a
strange expression on her face that I find almost impossible
to describe.  All I know for sure was that it wasn't anger
or jealousy; but something more like surprise, interest, and
even some lust combined.
     I first felt the tickling in the tip of my penis
signaling the imminent arrival of my semen; then groaned as
I felt the thin *squirt* of my ejaculation starting.  "Oh
God," I groaned.  "I'd better pull out."  I knew I couldn't
dump my wad in Cindy's belly while my wife was watching me
inseminate the girl!
     Only ... "You didn't pull out *before*, did you?" she
asked, pointedly; staring me right in the face while a
second thicker squirt rippled through my penis and into our
daughter's body.
     "Please, Daddy?" whimpered Cindy; pushing back at me
when I tried to pull away.
     What could I do?  Pushing in deep, I held Cindy by the
hips while my swollen penis bucked and jerked and dumped wad
after gooey wad of incestuous sperm-filled cum in our
daughter's body; while my wife Sandy watched each jerk the
two of us made, with some strange inscrutable expression on
her face that I couldn't interpret.  For some reason my wife
seemed to *want* me to inseminate our daughter.  Well, no.
It was more like she seemed to *expect* me to ejaculate my
seed in the girl, once we were having sex together; as if it
would be unfair to the girl to have her father pull out once
I had my prick inside her; cheating the kid out of the best
part or something.  I didn't ask why; and Sandy never said a
word after that; simply watching with that same funny look
on her face whenever she caught the two of us going at it.
The only thing she ever said was that one night; adding,
"Now don't pull out.  You'll make another big mess of the
bed; and I'm tired of washing sheets every day."
     So I didn't.  Somehow we *did* manage to remain
connected; even though we were both too racked-out to do
"it" again during the night.  I woke up in the middle of the
night, still connected to Cindy; but managed to fumble a wad
of tissue in the girl's hole before I stumbled into the
bathroom to empty my bladder.  I was vaguely aware somewhat
later of first Sandy and then Cindy getting up and following
my example; so I somehow ended up in a girl-boy-girl
sandwich between the two women I love; with Cindy snuggled
up to my back, while I cuddled up to my wife; cupping her
much larger bosom in one horny hand.  I was almost tempted
to slip my half-erect prick up in *her*; but fell asleep
before I could put the idea into practice.
     The next morning, since Sandy already knew about me and
our daughter, I rolled Cindy over in bed, climbed on top of
her right in front of the wife, and fucked the kid
missionary-style until I added a second heavy load of sperm-
laden cum to the thick wads of baby-goo I'd deposited in our
daughter's sexy young belly the night before.  "Mmmm.
Thanks, Daddy," she repeated as I jerked the last thick
gooey drops of my sperm-laden seed into the girl's body.
Even though she doesn't get off yet, Cindy not only likes
having sex with me, but for some reason seems to be
*grateful* for each sticky drop of incestuous cum I leave in
her body; as if it was some kind of precious gift or
something.
     Sandy watched the two of us mating like rabbits, but
never said a word; even when it was obvious from my facial
expression and frantic thrusting that I was ejaculating
inside the girl; adding still more thick white wads of sperm-
laden cum to the pool of incestuous baby-goo I'd already
left in our daughter's belly the previous evening.  Cindy
must have *really* leaked in class that day at school.
     Surprisingly, after that I got *less* sex from Cindy,
and more from my wife.  Still, hardly a day went by that I
didn't get sex at least once from both of them; and every
once in a while two or three times from one or the other;
though rarely indeed from both of them on the same day.
Well, SIX times a day can really take it out of a guy.
Girls though, can go on forever.
     There's something incredibly erotic about having full
monkey-sex with a nubile young girl on the breaking edge of
puberty; dumping your wad in the belly of a teenager, while
her tight little hole milks your swollen and cum-squirting
prick for each precious drop of seed you have in your
prostate.  It's even more exciting if the horny young girl
taking your prick in her belly, your cum in her vagina, and
your sperm deep in her developing young womb is your own
barely teenaged daughter; squirming her sexy young body
eagerly against yours, bellies slapping, and mewling,
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.  Please, Daddy?" while her tongue
practically rapes yours, and her cramping little baby-tube
squeezes and milks thick gooey gobs and sticky white globs
of her own father's virile and incestuous cum from deep
inside your prostate, through your spurting prick, and on
into the fertile depths of her own sexy young body where it
belongs; just like sexy young women have coaxed horny old
men into sperming their wombs for centuries.
     Even though Cindy wasn't yet *quite* old enough to get
pregnant, it was still an incredible thrill to know the girl
enjoyed taking my seed in her belly and at her age there was
always a *slight* chance, however scary, that my sperm might
yet find an egg before the girl even had a period to
announce her arriving fertility.  The scary part that I
*might* be knobbing my own kid just adding to the thrill;
somewhat like looking over the edge of the Grand Canyon,
knowing you *might* slip and fall in adds to the thrill of
actually being there.  Thrills I guess needing a little
danger; that being one reason why ejaculating inside my own
daughter was so exciting.  The other reason, of course, is
the fact that making love to your own little girl, the
daughter you've loved since she was in diapers, watched over
as she grew from a toddler, took to games as a young girl,
and watched develop into an adult woman with an adult's body
is an incredible turn-on itself.  Feeling your nubile yet
barely teenaged daughter's firm young tits poking into your
chest, the light fur of her vagina meshing with the thick
heavy fur around your prick, the tight ring of her entrance
squeezing the base of your penis, and the rippling of her
climaxing girl-tube cramping around your prick; milking it
for the thick white squirts of virile seed, is something so
incredibly loving that nobody who hasn't made love to their
own kid could hardly even imagine.
     If that's sexy and erotic, then what can I say about
the literally mind-blowing experience of ejaculating inside
your own little girl; sperming her womb with incestuous seed
as your prick swells, jerks, and then squirts and pumps
thick sticky wad after hot gooey glob of sperm-laden baby-
goo; actually cumming in your own daughter's sucking young
vagina and dumping your load in her womb in the same manner
you loved your wife to make the girl about a decade and a
half earlier?  Even knowing you *might* accidentally get
your own little girl pregnant from the sticky goo you're
pumping in the kid's belly just adds to the thrill of
dumping your sperm-laden baby-goo in your own daughter's
tight little slit.  That thrill making it almost worth the
risk of knobbing your own kid.  Having your own wife watch
while you ejaculate thick gooey cum loaded with incestuous
sperm in the little girl you both created together, but not
objecting, just adds to the thrill; as does the fact that
almost every time Cindy *thanks* me for dumping my wad in
her tummy, as if it was something incredibly precious.
Can't quite figure that out.
     Surprisingly, even though she often watched, Sandy
never mentions the fact that I'm now porking our little girl
practically every day; having full nasty "monkey sex" with
the girl several times a week; and usually even more often
than I did with her; even though I'm probably slipping the
meat to my wife even more often than I had before I started
this crazy affair with our daughter; as if it was normal for
a husband to be dumping his wad in their little girl's belly
and sperming the child's womb with thick white incestuous
baby-goo several times a week and sometimes as often as two
or three times a day; and something any normal guy might do
to get his wife all excited at the sight of him "doing"
their girl like that.
     It's funny though:  Each time with either woman seemed
to feel *better* than the last, for some reason, instead of
the less-and-less exciting sex that you'd expect as we
became more used-to and possibly even bored with each other
like most people do.  Even newlyweds *usually* taper off the
incredible amounts of sex they have after a few days; while
we seemed to get more excited each time until I was dumping
my wad in each of the girls at least once a day, and usually
even more often.  I guess using your imagination helps a
lot.  I think we fed off each other, far more-so that even
normally loving couples make each other horny; with seeing
me fucking her mother getting Cindy all excited; watching me
pork our little girl being incredibly erotic to Sandy; and
knowing I was having sex with mother or daughter while the
other watched and not only approved, but even encouraged us
both to fuck noisily, messily, nastily, and with lots of
male cum in sucking vaginas for each of my women, being
about the ultimate turn-on for me.
     It was after dinner, as I recall, that Sandy asked the
question that once-again changed everything; switching
subjects from politics to the sex Cindy and I had been
having, as if we'd just been discussing the subject a few
minutes earlier.
     "You know, you're going to get that girl pregnant if
you keep on doing that in her?" my wife remarked, once the
meal was over and just before we started putting the dishes
in the machine; the first time she'd ever even mentioned me
and Cindy having sex at all, outside of that one time of
telling us to, "Push," at each other when she found us
waiting for her to fall asleep before having sex together.
     "Yes, Dear," I sighed.  "That's why, as soon as Cindy
starts her periods, I'll expect *you* to take her down to
the doctor and put on the pill ... So we don't have any
unexpected little `accidents'."  I'd been carefully watching
to make sure our daughter didn't start; but so far no blood,
so I wasn't worried yet.
     Sandy looked at me with the *strangest* expression on
her face; even weirder than the one my wife had when she
first slid my swollen and cum-leaking prick up in our
daughter's body that night a few weeks ago, that now felt
like years of having wonderful sex with both women.  "You
mean you really don't *know* that Cindy already had her
first period well over a year ago ... about three months
after her twelfth birthday?  The way you two were going at
it, I thought ... Oh Hell!"  My wife turned to Cindy while I
felt suddenly faint.  "Honey?" she asked, "When was your
last period?"
     "Period?"
     "You know ... Bleeding between your legs ... What I
told you said you were now a woman and would have to be
careful."
     "Oh ...."  Cindy looked pensive for a bit; then
answered, "Gee, I dunno, Mom.  A month or two ago, I guess.
It might have been longer.  I really haven't been keeping
track.  I didn't think it was important.  Why?  Was I
supposed-to?"
