                        Can I cum in her?
                         An Erotic Story

     My father's grunts and shoves into me grew harsher; and I 
felt his prick swelling even bigger inside me, if possible.
     "Can I cum in her?" asked Dad.
     "I dunno ... It's pretty dangerous," responded my mother.  
"She might get pregnant."  Turning to me, she asked, "When was 
your period, Honey?"
     I looked down the front of my body, to where my hips seemed 
to be dancing on their own; somewhat like a separate person not 
really connected to me.  Though I could FEEL each thrust and 
shove Dad made into me, the shoves I made back at him seemed 
almost to be made by somebody else.  It took a second or two for 
my mother's question to percolate through the sensations of 
fucking my own father; and even longer for it to make sense and 
let me remember what she was talking about.
     "I'm not sure," I responded; lifting my hips off the bed to 
try and capture even more of my father's wonderfully stimulating 
prick.  "Probably about two weeks ago ... I think."
     "See what I mean," Mom replied to my father.  "She could be 
ovulating any time in the next few days.  It's not a really good 
time to take a chance like that."
     I could see Dad's eyes twist up, almost in pain, at the 
thought of pulling out.  Still, I knew he would do it, if Mom 
told him to, or I objected too much.  I could almost hear him 
mentally pleading, "PLEASE!"
     I guess Mom could too; having lived with Dad so much longer 
than I have.  "Oh, go ahead," she conceded, almost in defeat.  
"But only once; then you'd better pull out.  I don't suppose just 
one squirt will be all THAT dangerous.  It's not as if you were 
cumming in her all the time."
     Gratefully, Dad started rutting into me, even harder; while 
I rutted back almost as hard.  The tiny worry about having Dad's 
baby, I just pushed to the back of my mind.  After all, as Mom 
said, this would be the first time he actually came inside me.  
One little squirt wouldn't make that much difference, would it?
     "Oh, OH!  Here it comes, Honey," groaned Dad; shoving 
himself hard into my crack.
     I felt Dad's prick swell and pulse; and knew the first thin 
squirt of my father's seed was being injected into my body.  I 
hurriedly started to push him off, before the second squirt came, 
which I knew would be much thicker, heavier, and absolutely 
teeming with his sperm.
     Dad's face had an almost strangled look on it, from the 
strain of holding back after letting me have just one squirt.  I 
could see he was almost crying as he started to back away and 
pull out before letting me have the rest.
     I guess Mom could too.  "Oh, go ahead," she told him 
disgustedly.  "You've already cum in her a little; you might as 
well let her have the rest."
     Dad's eyes lit up; and he looked at me for confirmation.  At 
my slight nod (Well, after all, his sperm already WAS inside me 
by then.  What difference would a little more make?) he mumbled, 
"Thanks, Hon," and came down on my body, while his prick 
twitched, swelled, and spurted the remainder inside me.  God, I 
was really fucked, but good.  My own father cumming inside me, 
while I was right between periods, and probably ovulating too.  
Well, if not today, then sometime in the next day or two ... and 
sperm usually lived two or three days in a woman's body.  God, 
what a stupid thing to do.
     Still, the deliciously FUCKED feeling I had as Dad's prick 
slowly shrank inside me, made it hard to be too analytical or 
even worried about such things.  God, it felt good.
     "Now when your father pulls out," Mom instructed me; looking 
down at where her husband's penis was draining the last few drops 
of cum into her daughter's womb, "I want you to SQUEEZE his prick 
as hard as you can, so it doesn't make a big mess when he pulls 
out."
     I looked up wide-eyed at my mother; but obediently tried to 
clamp down on Dad's prick as he started to roll off me.
     "That's it, now squeeze hard .... SQUEEZE, Honey.  Squeeze 
as hard as you can."
     Somehow I did.  Hardly a tiny bit of white ooze dribbled 
from Dad's penis as he almost collapsed beside me on the bed.  
Still, somehow he managed to stagger erect to stand beside Mom, 
with his now-wilted prick shiny and a tiny drip threatening to 
fall from the tip.  I guess I DID do a good job of draining my 
father of all the cum he had been saving up for the past week.  
My crack was all slippery with the goo he had ejaculated inside 
me ... making a kind of scary thought about all that life-giving 
sperm of Dad's, squirming up inside my vagina like that; but kind 
of thrilling too ... to know my father had been turned on enough 
by my body to actually cum inside his own daughter.
     Mom it seems, was still thinking about damage-recovery.  
"Now you'd better go in the bathroom and sit on the can to let 
your father's cum drain out as much as possible," she instructed 
me.  "We don't really need a pregnant teenager around the 
house ... Yet, anyway."
     "Yes, Mom," I mumbled in agreement, as I turned over and 
snuggled into the pillow.  I'd get to that later.  Right now, 
after such delicious sex, I needed to rest.  The squishy feel of 
dad's sperm inside me was actually more soothing than scary.
     I heard Mom expressing her annoyance with Dad, as my parents 
left the room.  "That's quite a chance you took with our only 
daughter, you know," she growled.  "Cumming in the kid when it's 
probably the worst time of the month for her.  Maybe not as bad 
as it will be in a couple of days when she starts ovulating; but 
Lord knows it's bad enough.  You'd almost think you WANTED to get 
our little girl pregnant with your baby."
     "Yes, Dear ... I mean ...."  Dad was obviously nonplused.
     "I KNOW what you mean," Mom responded, in an exasperated 
tone.
     By now, I was almost asleep; so I barely heard my mother's 
last remark.  "So now you be really careful when you cum in her 
tonight, tomorrow, and for the next few days," she finished.  "I 
don't want my husband taking any unnecessary chances with our 
daughter."
     "Yes Dear."
     I didn't hear any more; as by then I was asleep.
