                          Please Daddy?
                         An Erotic Story

     "Please Daddy?" I asked.  From the stories I had heard, this 
was a favorite fantasy of young boys.  (But sometimes a nightmare 
for their girlfriends.)  Only I had turned the tables on Daddy; 
and instead of a pimply teenaged boy trying to "sneak" a feel of 
me, I was trying to sneak a feel of my father.
     I had already progressed further than I thought I would at 
the beginning.  Perhaps because it WAS a teenage fantasy, and my 
father was almost as caught up in it as I was.  Here I was, half 
naked on my own father's bed, with Daddy's pants down, and his 
prick in my hand, while I tried to rub the slippery head against 
my equally slippery crack.  The turnabout I mentioned, was that 
it was ME, who was trying to sneak a feel of my own father's 
stiff prick inside my itching little cunny, instead of some boy 
trying to see what it felt like to slide his aching prick into 
me.  I tried to remember the rest of the scenario.
     "Please Daddy," I repeated, "I just want to feel the tip 
inside me."  GOD, what a line!  It was all I could do, to keep 
from giggling when I said it, no matter HOW much I meant it.  
Thankfully, Daddy didn't catch on.  I guess the thought of acting 
out that sophomoric line was too exciting for him to think 
straight.  I hoped so.  Only Daddy hadn't lost ALL sense, yet.
     "Oh God, I can't, Candy," he groaned.  I had to ease up on 
my stroking, before he came all over my hand, instead of inside 
me where he belonged.  "If I came inside you, or even 
accidentally left one tiny squirt inside you, you could get 
pregnant."
     "I don't mind Daddy.  Please?" I whined.  At his continued 
reluctance, I continued, "Just a little?  You don't have to cum 
in me; I just want to feel it for a moment.  Can't you just slide 
the head of it inside me for a minute, so I can just see what 
it's like?  You don't have to put it all the way in, if you don't 
want to."  I could tell that Daddy was tempted.
     "Just a little?" I repeated, as I slid a little farther 
down, so my father's prick was actually rubbing against the light 
fuzz that had started to darken the top of my slit.  "If you 
think you're going to cum, you can always pull it out."
     I knew Daddy was weakening, so I rubbed the slippery head in 
my equally slippery crack, and pushed up.
     I guess the feel of his little girl's tight little slit 
rubbing against the sensitive head of his prick convinced Daddy, 
that maybe it wouldn't hurt to let me feel it, "Just a little."  
With a slight push, a stretching sensation, and a slight "pop" 
The tip of Daddy's prick vanished into my body.  OOOoooh, did 
that feel good!
     "Just for a second," he said, "then I'll have to pull out."
     Once again, I almost giggled, and spoiled everything.  If 
not for my mother's warnings about what boys might try to do, and 
what happened once they got started, I would never have managed 
to "cum" up with this sexy scenario in the first place, nor have 
realized that I was home free, the moment even PART of Daddy's 
prick slipped inside me. . . As long as I didn't spoil things by 
giving things away by giggling, or something.


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     I fought down the urge, and pulled back from my father a 
little.  I could see the disappointment on Daddy's face, as I did 
so.  "Hooked!" I thought with glee.  Now all I had to do, was 
reel him in.  "Ooh, that feels good Daddy," I said, repeating my 
earlier thought.  "Could you slide it in just a little further, 
so I can feel what it's like?  Just a little, Daddy."
     "Well, I suppose just a little won't hurt," he responded; 
suiting his actions to his words.  "I'll still have to pull out 
pretty quick though.  I don't want to accidentally get you 
pregnant."  For a second or two, Daddy did just that; sliding 
about an inch or two in and out of me, until the lips of my crack 
suddenly got slippery, just like the inside, and almost four 
inches of fatherly prick slid inside me by accident.  (On his 
part; not on mine.)
     "Ow!" I said, involuntarily.  Damn!  I had forgotten about 
my virginity. . . Now how did the rest of that horny scenario go?
     "I don't mind," I said; being careful to NOT explain whether 
I "didn't mind" him pulling out, or him cumming inside me and 
getting me pregnant.  Hopefully, Daddy wouldn't suspect me of 
even THINKING about the second case, while he would be able to 
think of nothing else.
     "I'd better pull out," he said.  "I almost broke your hymen 
by accident.  Besides, now you've felt what it's like, and don't 
have to wonder any more. . . That's all I promised."
     I almost snickered again.  Daddy hadn't "promised" anything.  
I had.  However, the LAST thing I wanted Daddy to do was pull out 
now; especially when he was so close to "breaking my cherry."
     "Please Daddy," I repeated my earlier requests while rocking 
my hips back and forth; enjoying the feel of my father's thick 
prick sliding in and out.  "I don't want my first time to be some 
pimply boy in the back seat of a car."  Once again, I could tell 
my father was weakening.  For sure he didn't extract more than an 
inch of thick fat fatherly prick from inside my tight little 
crack where it was filling me up so nicely.  "If YOU do it," I 
continued, "at least I'll know it's someone who loves me, and 
cares about me.  If I let some boy do it, then he might hurt me 
without even intending to.  Please Daddy?"
     "I shouldn't."  Daddy was more trying to convince himself, 
than me.
     "Please Daddy," I repeated for the fifth time.  (Or was it 
sixth?)
     "Are you sure, Honey?"  Daddy looked at me worriedly.
     Straining, I managed to turn my incipient giggle into an 
amused smile.  "Of COURSE I'm sure Daddy," I said.  "I always 
wanted it to be you."
     "This might HURT!" Daddy said, as with the final "hurt" he 
slammed his prick into me without warning.  I guess Daddy is of 
the school that believes in ripping a bandage off quickly, to 
ease the pain.  I don't know about that; but for sure he caught 
me by surprise, so I never had a chance to tighten up.  If I had, 
it might or might not have hurt less; but for sure he would have 
probably had to do it more than once, before getting all the way 
inside me.




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     As it was, I barely had a chance to yelp, before my father's 
thick prick was buried to the hilt in my body; leaking thick 
drops of incestuous sperm and pre-cum into the end of my vagina, 
up next to my fertile young womb.
     I had done it!  I was no longer a virgin! And I had my own 
father's prick buried to the hilt inside me where it belonged.
     "Thanks, Daddy," I said, barely able to keep from grimacing 
in pain.  "Now fuck me and cum in me, so I can feel what it's 
like.  Please Daddy?"
     Daddy forced his prick up inside me hard, while he fought to 
keep from squirting his seed inside me.  I guess the feel of his 
own daughter's tight little cunny squeezing on his engorged prick 
felt so good it was all he could do to keep from splattering 
baby-juice all over the inside of my tummy.  "Candy," he said, "I 
told you, I am NOT cumming inside you.  We can't take the chance 
of getting you pregnant," ignoring the fact that he had told me 
that he wasn't going to even put his prick inside me, let alone 
fuck me, the way he already was.  Involuntarily, his hips had 
started to move back and forth; sliding his wonderfully thick 
prick in and out about four inches, while he was talking.
     I started rolling my hips to meet Daddy, while I kept up the 
argument.  Only it had now shifted from having him fuck me, 
(Which he was already doing.) to having him cum inside me, 
without him ever noticing the transition.  (Thankfully.)
     "Please Daddy," I said one more time.  "Just one time won't 
hurt. . . Please?  I want to feel the whole thing, Daddy.  I'll 
make it feel really good for you, I promise."  (Yet another line 
from the teenage-fantasy that my mother had taught me about; 
never knowing she was providing her own daughter with the 
ammunition she needed to seduce her husband.  "Please Daddy, just 
once?  I won't tell Momma you did.  It wouldn't be fair, if I 
didn't get to feel the whole thing on my first time."
     "Oh God, I can't," moaned Daddy.  "I might get you 
pregnant."  I could tell my father was as excited about the idea 
of squirting his sperm inside me, as I was.  Maybe even more so.  
For sure he knew I WOULD make it "feel good" for him, if he did.  
Time to get out the net, and haul him in.
     "It's OK, Daddy," I said, "I don't mind.  You can get me 
pregnant, if you want to.  Besides, my period was about two weeks 
ago, so it's pretty safe."  (Yeah, I know, and I'm sure Daddy 
knows that two weeks after your period is the time a girl is most 
likely to catch.  What matters is: Daddy doesn't know that I 
know. . . Get it?)
     "I can't," repeated Daddy; still sliding his thick prick in 
and out anyway.  By now It felt like it had swollen to twice it's 
original thickness, and was threatening to splatter me full of 
incestuous cum whether Daddy tried to pull out or not.  In any 
case, I knew that Daddy had already been leaking pre-cum and 
sperm inside me for over three minutes while he tried to hold 
out, so the point might be moot anyway.  Still, I wanted Daddy to 
do it right, just like I had been asking him to; not accidentally 
screw-up and get me pregnant.





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     "Please Daddy," I repeated again.  "Just one time won't 
hurt.  Besides, most girls can't get pregnant on their first time 
anyway.  Next time might be too late.  Please?"  I started 
squeezing on my father's thick prick with my cunny, just like I 
had read about in the books, by trying to act like I was holding 
back pee.  It seemed to work.
     "Oh God!  I can't help it!" groaned Daddy, and thrust his 
big prick up inside me to the root.  Realizing what was about to 
happen, I pushed back just as hard.
     There was a straining pushing moment, as Daddy's thick prick 
stretched my crack unbelievably, before Daddy grunted; pulled out 
an inch, and then slammed back into me to the hilt.
     I groaned, as my father's wonderfully thick prick filled my 
crack with an obscene "slurp" that just emphasized the illicit 
nature of our coupling.  God, it felt good!  I knew it felt good 
to Daddy too; just like I had promised him.
     "Oh."  "Oh God."  "Oh God!"  Three times Daddy grunted, and 
three times he jammed himself as far up inside me as he could.  
By the third time, I had managed to reach under my father's 
balls, and felt the thick tube underneath the bottom of his prick 
bulge as the third thick sticky wad of my father's precious sperm 
was injected into my waiting body.  My own father was cumming 
inside me, and he was NOT trying to pull out either.
     No, I didn't cum myself.  I understand it's VERY rare for a 
girl to cum on her first time with a man.  Still, I enjoyed it 
very much; knowing that Daddy felt so good by squirting his 
precious sperm inside me.  Mother had told me how good it felt to 
a man to cum inside a girl, and explained that's why a boy would 
try so hard to get a girl to let him "do it" to her.  To know I 
could do this thing to make the man I loved most in the world, my 
own father, feel so good, was an incredible turn-on.  I love 
Daddy.  I wasn't even worried about getting pregnant; knowing it 
was something else that many men fantasized about doing to a 
young girl like me.  If knocking me up would make Daddy happy, 
then I would be too.  Still, he didn't have to, if he didn't want 
to.
     It was about this time, that the roof fell in.
     "What are you DOING?!"  Momma's voice cut through the 
restful quiet where Daddy and I had been resting with him still 
breathing harshly in my ear, and his prick slowly wilting inside 
my horny little hole.  I could feel a slight trickle of Daddy's 
seed oozing out around his thick prick, as he fought to catch his 
breath.  Daddy was in no position to defend himself, so I did.
     "Sorry, Momma," I said, giving my father no chance to 
respond. . . Not that he was in any condition to do more than 
barely gasp in horror at being caught en-flagrente-delicto.  "I 
couldn't help it," I continued.  "I just HAD to feel what it was 
like.  Please don't be mad at me.  Please Momma?"
     My mother looked first at me, then at my father.  I guess 
she was trying to still be mad at Daddy, though I was making it 
hard for her.  I guess she knew that if a sexy young girl like me 
put the make on almost any normally horny man, then that man 
didn't stand much of a chance.  (Yes, I KNOW that I'm sexy. . . 
I've not only been told many times, but I've looked in the mirror 
too.  Why do you think I was so sure I could seduce Daddy?)


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     Still. . . "My God," she said, "you might have gotten her 
pregnant!"
     OOPS!  Time to nip THAT accusation in the bud too.  I hadn't 
really planned on this, but I hadn't planned on getting caught by 
Momma either. . . At least, not so soon.
     "Oooh," I moaned in fake passion.  "Really?"  I looked at 
Daddy adoringly.  "Could we Daddy?" I asked.  "Please?  Could I 
feel what it's like, just once?  Please Daddy?"
     My mother and father just looked at me.  At first, Daddy 
looked at me in something of a slight horror, until the rising of 
his cum-streaked prick gave him away.  Momma just looked at me in 
astonishment, until a slight grin crossed her lips.  I knew that 
Daddy was off the hook.
     "Oh Hell, you might as well," she said in disgust, at the 
obscene sight of her little girl's swollen cunny drooling thick 
white gobs of her husband's seed.  "You've already gone THIS 
far."  For a second, I could almost swear I saw a twinkle in 
Momma's eye, as her head turned away from Daddy to me.
     "Well?" she prompted.
     I knew Momma didn't really mean that.  My mother was just 
angry at Daddy and me; and was trying to shake Daddy up, by 
making him realize just how far past the normal bounds of 
propriety we had gone.  I had never really intended things to go 
this far anyway.  I mean, fucking your own father was obscenely 
exciting.  Having your own father get you pregnant, was way PAST 
exciting, all the way to downright scary.  I mean, a girl just 
DOESN'T have her own father's baby, does she?  The very thought 
was thrilling, but scary too.  On the other hand, that didn't 
stop me from taking advantage of the opportunity when it 
presented itself.
     "Please Daddy?" I asked again.  "Could we just do it a 
little bit, until I do?  I'll make it feel REAL good for you, I 
promise."  This time it was Momma's grin that almost made me 
burst out giggling, but I managed somehow.  I squirmed lower, 
trying to recapture my father's cum-dribbling prick back inside 
my hot little hole.  A thick white gob of sperm still oozed out 
the tip, as I fitted Daddy's penis inside me, while my mother 
watched in amazement.
     "Oooh Daddy, I'm gonna have your bbaaaaabbyyyyy," I wailed; 
knowing that Momma wouldn't be able to blame Daddy if I got 
pregnant after THIS scene.  "I want to feel you do it," I whined, 
as one last time I repeated myself: "Please Daddy?"















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