                         Daddy, Please?
                         An Erotic Story
                            Part 6/??

     Well ... It was about 6 months later, a couple months before 
Sandy's 7th birthday that my daughter's obsession with my "needs" 
came to a head.


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     Here I had HOPED the little girl would eventually get tired 
of these "adult games" she was playing; since she didn't have an 
adult's reasons for wanting to play them.  Especially something 
that most girls her age would view as "nasty", "wicked", or just 
plain disgusting ... sucking her own father's cock ... the thing 
that he PEED out of, until he came in thick sticky squirts of 
gooey cum in her mouth.
     But (to Marin's considerable amusement) I figured without my 
daughter's single-mindedness and determination to finish what she 
started.  I also forgot that there was some positive-feedback in 
the deal for Sandy, as well.  Not only did my daughter enjoy the 
process of making ME feel good ... but she got her jollies too.  
Like I said before, it was almost impossible to resist the little 
scamp when she'd approach me, lift up her short little dress, and 
beg, "Please, Daddy?" in that tone that only little girls can do 
so well.  Yes, Sandy wanted (and got) HER little cunny licked, 
tickled, stimulated, and probed, almost as often as I got my 
prick stroked, licked, titillated, and sucked.  Also, almost as 
often as I would find my daughter sucking me off in the morning 
without even hinting that she wanted reciprocal favors, Sandy 
would come by in the afternoon, lifting her dress and begging for 
the licking and loving she desired ... without first getting me 
off, or often even offering to afterwards ... unless of course, 
she happened to notice how swollen and stiff I got while tending 
to her needs.
     To further keep Sandy from losing interest in sex, fellating 
her father, and other things I didn't even like to think 
about ... and hoped were far in the future, I could sense a 
steady progression through my private "library" ... first of the 
books on my bed, and then through those buried in boxes down in 
the basement.  The matter, method, and comments Sandy made while 
sucking her daddy (me) off in the mornings (afternoons, and 
evenings too) were sometimes hair-raising in their implications 
about the "needs" of older men like me to have sex with young 
girls, and the usually gratifying and wonderful results to both 
father and child of having such sex ... even through and past 
puberty, with all that implies.
     Well ... I never SAID the stories I read were exactly 
unbiased!  In fact, many of the stories made it seem that having 
sex with little girls was not only FUN and NICE for an older man 
like me, but something quite desirable for the child too.  Even 
(in some of the rarer books or printouts from stories I 
downloaded from computer sites) things like pregnancy and multi-
generational incest, with fathers marrying daughters, 
granddaughters, nieces, and sisters too, seeming to be touted as 
not only sane and desirable, but a disappointment, neglect, or 
even abuse if the older man and his younger female partner did 
NOT have sex ... and eventually even babies.
     Luckily, I was able to stall Sandy on THAT matter, as she 
was not only FAR too young to even think about such things as 
periods, ovulation, and pregnancy, but was still way too young to 
even fuck yet.  My prick, while not really oversized, WAS an 
adult-sized item, and way too big to fit inside a little girl 
like her ... all the stories to the contrary.  It would probably 
be two or three YEARS before I even got the head inside her, for 


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all of Sandy's eagerness to try.  As for pregnancy ... Well, we'd 
worry about THAT, when Sandy started ovulating.  Even once we 
started fucking (and I had NO doubts that the little girl fully 
planned on having complete vaginal intercourse with me as soon as 
my prick would physically FIT inside her) it would be at least a 
couple years before her panties got tight.  Before then I could 
start using a condom, or with Marin's help we could get the child 
on the pill or something.
     While at first, the thought of taking a 10-year-old or even 
younger down to the doctor to get a prescription for birth-
control was enough to raise the hackles on my arm; thinking the 
problem through gave me an obvious solution:  Since Marin seemed 
determined to NOT support me in stopping Sandy in her quest to 
learn sex as early and completely as possible, then I could 
certainly press HER into helping Sandy and I avoid the problems 
that a pregnant preteen would cause.  I certainly wasn't about to 
get force Sandy into carrying my baby, just because the very 
thought was so erotic as to make my prick ache for hours, every 
time our daughter made some comment about, "Daddy's Baby," that 
let me know she had been reading yet another of those damned 
stories that I SHOULD have disposed of when my wife had asked me.
     Well, it was WAY too late to put THAT cat back into the bag.
     As you might guess, two or three times (or probably several 
more) in the next few months, whenever she got the chance, Sandy 
TRIED to get my prick inside her.  Once, by straining and 
squeezing the head FIRST, she actually managed to get the tip 
inside her ... where I could tell it was very uncomfortable for 
the little girl.  Not painful, but not very nice either.  That 
kept me from cumming inside her; which I guess also relieved me 
from doing more.  However, at least twice in that same period I 
actually DID ejaculate my sperm in the little girl ... where it 
belonged, right up inside her tight little slit, when she managed 
to hold me up against herself and jack me off with slippery 
little fingers before I could stop myself from cumming.  God, did 
that feel GOOD.  But I never even hinted about how much I enjoyed 
actually squirting inside her, or Sandy would probably have 
insisted I do so all the time.  God, it's hard fighting both 
yourself AND your wife AND your overeager (and possibly 
oversexed) little girl.
     I can't say that I didn't enjoy it either.  I WANTED to ... 
But I'm not a liar and hypocrite; especially not to my daughter 
or wife.  I did enjoy every bit of it; from the almost daily 
blow-jobs, to the jacking off IN her, to the incredibly sexy 
"chore" of licking my little girl's sweet little cunny until she 
gasped and clutched my hair, and got her soft release.  I'm not 
SURE in those days if Sandy ever had a real orgasm or not; but 
she DID get release of some kind.
     And that release and pleasure almost ensured that Sandy 
would be back for more ... both the next day, and the days and 
weeks after that.  It seemed I was trapped into something I had 
previously only dreamed about; and that to most "normal" men 
might seem like a nightmare.  Or ... Perhaps not.  Perhaps most 
"normal" men ALSO have dreams about having sex with little 
girls ... or even their own daughters.  It's certainly not 
something any man in this society would admit to, though.


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     This situation kept getting more and more intense as the 
weeks and moths went by; with Sandy trying more and more 
desperately to get my penis inside her ... and succeeding about 
as well as getting a marshmallow inside a keyhole (as somebody 
said in a story once).  She seemed so disappointed at not being 
able to, "Take care of Daddy the PROPER way, with him squirting 
thick gobs of baby-juice up inside her developing fertility," the 
way the stories all seemed to imply that girls even three and 
four years old sometimes did.  Well ... Perhaps they did, if the 
man was hung like a 10-year-old boy.  But not if he had a proper-
sized penis for a man ... at least 6 inches long, and bigger 
around than a broom-handle.
     I never really appreciated Sandy's concern for "my needs"; 
because as far as I was concerned, I didn't have them!  I was 
already getting far more sex from both Sandy AND my lovely wife 
than most men ever dream of in fantasies of having a harem!  Sex, 
both giving and getting, two, three, and sometimes FOUR times a 
day, with both my loving and lovely wife, AND my horny and ever-
eager-to-experiment-with-sex, little girl.  What more COULD I 
want?  A lot more, according to Sandy.  You have to remember what 
books she was reading (or having read to her each night, by my 
somewhat traitorous wife).  Still, I couldn't complain about the 
results, could I?
     Well ... It's been leading up to this for QUITE a while:  As 
most of you readers have already guessed, things came to a head 
one night when we needed a babysitter.  Marin and I had planned 
for MONTHS to go out to dinner and show at a local playhouse that 
specialized in serving gourmet food, while putting on very good 
plays.  Plays ... You know, like, "The sound of Music", or, "The 
Music Man", or "Oklahoma"?  It was the second one that was 
playing that Thursday, when Marin's mother called and said she 
couldn't watch Sandy that night, because the water-heater had 
broken, and she HAD to be there for the plumber, while her 
husband (my father-in-law) was at work.  He works nights.  Damn.
     Well ... YOU can all see where this is leading; but I'll be 
damned if I did.  I called and called; then Marin called and 
called ... but nobody was available as a babysitter on two hours 
notice.  Except Samantha.
     It was only when I had exhausted everybody else that I even 
REMEMBERED Marin's niece.  Even then, I wouldn't have picked her, 
at only 12 years old (OK, "all most 13").  Still, 13 was "all 
most" twice Sandy's age; and Samantha MUST be fairly good with 
kids, or her parents wouldn't let her go out like that.
     Once I suggested it to Marin, there was some frantic calling 
by my wife, some mad rescheduling, and retuning our reservations 
for the show ... but we DID make it out of the house to our 
anniversary celebration, after all.
     Yes, the dinner and show was every BIT as good as we had not 
only expected, but hoped.  A great time was had by all.  ("Yes, 
my friends, we got trouble ... trouble ... trouble, right here in 
River City.  Trouble, with a capital 'T', and that rhymes with 
'P', and that stand for POOL!")  I loved it, and so did Marin.
     When we got home, at slightly past midnight, we found Sandy 
asleep properly in bed ... and one incredibly limp and sleeping 
little 12-year-old lying on the couch with the TV hissing snow; 


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as the TV station had gone off the air.
     I picked up the girl, carried her into Sandy's bedroom, 
where Marin undressed the sleeping child and slid her into join 
OUR daughter.  No, I did NOT see the child naked; and we had 
already pre-arranged to have Samantha stay overnight at least 
(and possibly longer over the weekend).  Marin rarely got to see 
her sister's kids; and this seemed like a nice occasion to visit 
a little.  Besides, the two cousins got along a lot better than 
you might expect, considering the fair difference in their ages.
     Yes, I'll admit I DID notice what a fine looking young woman 
Samantha was developing into.  I couldn't HELP it, when carrying 
her off to bed like that.  But I did NOT "cop a feel" of her, 
even though I'm sure I COULD have touched both her bare legs and 
budding titties without the child even being aware of it.  But I 
would have ... been aware.  No matter WHAT you think, I'm NOT a 
pervert out to seduce my own minor kinfolk, no matter how much 
the idea of having sex with a young girl approximately Sam's age 
turns me on.  OK ... I WILL admit that just feeling the child's 
bare legs against my arm when I picked her up and carried her off 
to bed, DID feel extremely erotic.  SO erotic in fact, that I 
insisted on having my wife undress the child and put her to 
bed ... instead of doing it myself like I had originally planned.
     All that night though, I had dreams.  Dreams, you can't be 
held accountable for, can you?  Yes, I'll admit it:  I had dreams 
about having sex with my own niece ... OK, niece-by-marriage.  
Whatever.  I can't remember ALL of it; only that it involved not 
oral sex (like with Sandy) but full vaginal intercourse, with me 
unrestrictedly blowing great gobs of incestuous seed into the 
child's womb, over and over again, until her belly ... Well ... 
OK ... perhaps SOME erotic dreams go a little too far.  It was 
completely unrealistic; but damned if it wasn't as horny as Hell.  
Is it any wonder I woke up with a hard-on to end all hard-ons?
     Of course, I had forgotten about Sandy and her penchant for 
"Taking care of Daddy" in the mornings especially ... especially 
when I had a "morning wood" from a wet-dream the night before.  
In our hurry to get off that night, neither Marin nor I had even 
thought to say anything to Sandy about what to do ... or more 
importantly NOT to do or say to her cousin.
     So ... When I woke up that morning to the (by then rather 
"normal") feeling of Sandy's lips surrounding my swollen penis, I 
just relaxed to the pleasure she was so good at giving by then.  
It was only when I heard my daughter say, "See?  I TOLD you Daddy 
needed it.  Now you ...."














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     Sorry folks for taking so long to get back to this.  I never 
meant for the breaks to be so long; but real-life does intrude on 
writing stories.  I'll TRY not to take so long next time ....
     But no guarantees.

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     OK .... THIS story is/was an experiment.  Normally, I never 
post unfinished stories.  This however, is part 6 of something 
that was originally intended to be about 1/2 this size; yet as I 
write it appears will take at *least* four or five times as long 
as originally planned but it might be as much as two times longer 
than even it's present length.  So, in an attempt to find out who 
reads the things I post, I'm stopping here ... for now.
     If enough people continue to ASK me to, I'll continue 
writing parts as I can, and post them.  I'm NOT posting this 
story to my website, however, until it's finished.  If nobody 
responds, then it'll probably be just another partial story 
gathering dust in my hopper, until I decide to finish it.  Enough 
people have begged already for the finished story that it now 
WILL end up on being posted whenever it's done.
     Yes, this originally WAS a blatant plug for email, or at 
least comments.  It seems that unfinished stories, or serials, 
are the only thing that people notice in the newsgroups 
sometimes.  Or at least, they're the only things that get 
commented-on.
     So, for those who LIKE unfinished stories, here's one.
     For those who don't, let me know, and I'll continue trying 
to finish this one.

     Want more?      Then speak up.
     Don't like it?  Then say so.
     Don't care?     Then don't bother.

     I can be reached at:  "Frank McCoy" <mccoyf@millcomm.com>
     Or, post a message to either of the newsgroups:
     alt.fan.frank.mccoy or alt.sex.stories.d
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