                         Daddy, Please?
                         An Erotic Story
                            Part 7/??

     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 try it," that I realized things might get a 
little sticky.


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     Oh God.  I hadn't even thought about Sandy's little habit 
of, "Getting Daddy off," in the mornings.  At least, not as it 
might pertain to having a babysitter over.  It was all I could do 
to keep from sitting up with a jerk and sending the two miscreant 
girls flying out of the bedroom with a sharp word.  But THAT 
would have just emphasized how bad it was.  Perhaps if I just 
pretended to sleep, the girls would quietly get me off (as 
sometimes Sandy managed to do) and then I could pretend it never 
happened.  Later Marin and I could have a quiet word with Sandy 
about how SOME things were private, and to be kept in the family.
     Only Sandy it seems, had her own agenda.  "See?  Wasn't I 
right?" she asked, as an unfamiliar and far less experienced 


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mouth covered first the head of my prick; and then sank further 
down.
     "Don't use your teeth," she admonished, as a nip on my prick 
made me wince slightly.  Again, it was all I could do to keep 
from "waking up" and stopping the whole process.  Where the FUCK 
was Marin when I needed her?  SHE should have noticed and put a 
quiet stop to this whole thing.  Or was that, "Hole thing?"
     "Here ... Let me take over, while you get ready," instructed 
Sandy; suiting action to words.  The familiar warm soothing mouth 
of my little girl made it's wonderful up-and-down motions on my 
swollen and aching prick.  With luck, maybe I could cum in her 
mouth, and not frighten or embarrass the older girl by squirting 
in her.  Most teenagers, heck, most ADULTS, weren't all that fond 
of a man ejaculating in their mouths.  That Sandy not only put up 
with me doing it, but even seemed to LIKE getting me off that 
way, and even swallowing my semen with apparent gusto, didn't 
make it any more likely that her cousin would have the same 
likings.  Too late.
     "Now YOU do it," instructed Sandy.
     I relaxed and gave up.  Whichever girl got my cum ... got my 
cum, I guess.  I was sure that it wouldn't come as THAT much of a 
surprise to Samantha.  After all, even little 13-year-old girls 
knew much more these days about sex, babies, and men's cum, than 
ever they did in my youth.  I had a sudden cold sweat, as I 
remembered Sandy's cousin wasn't really even a teenager yet at, 
"all most 13."  Little twelve year old girls didn't usually know 
THAT much about sex.  Oh God that felt good!
     Samantha's technique had suddenly improved tremendously.  No 
teeth at all now.  Only tightly squeezing little mouth that felt 
incredibly good.  How the fuck had the youngster managed to make 
her mouth that tight?  Almost like a ... Oh shit!
     Peeping out from under the lashes of my eyelids, I beheld an 
astonishing sight, matching the astonishing sensation on my 
prick.  Down at my waist, an incredibly beautiful 12 year old 
girl was ... was ... was sitting down on my prick; with half of 
the engorged member already inside her body.  As my eyes flew 
open in astonishment, Samantha sank even lower; bringing even 
more incredibly erotic sensations to my overstimulated prick, as 
another two inches sank into the child's belly.
     "See," chortled Sandy gleefully; looking me straight in the 
eyes, while her older cousin worked my swollen prick into her 
puffy and also-swollen little slit.  "I TOLD you Daddy needed 
it!"
     "Oh God," I moaned.  "We've GOT to stop."  Even so, I just 
could NOT bring myself to push the little girl off my prick.  
After all, it was already (almost) inside her.  And for sure, she 
wasn't complaining about me molesting her.  (Molesting her?  Like 
Sandy, it was more like the child was molesting ME!)
     To my relief, my niece lifted her body up, as if to pull 
off ... But then sank down again; forcing my prick to the root in 
her body.
     "Oh God," I groaned again.  That felt incredibly good.  Too 
damned good in fact.  Two or three more strokes like that, and 
I'd be filling the child's womb with my baby.  Oh God, I just HAD 
to stop.


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     But I didn't.  Having a horny and eager 12-year-old use my 
body to get off on, had been one of my wet-dreams for too long.  
I just couldn't resist the reality when it happened.  Perhaps I 
could have, if the child had just tried to seduce me with her 
clothes on.  Waking up to find a horny pre-teen impaled on my 
prick, was too much.  I just couldn't stop myself from pushing 
back, as the little girl now rose and fell on my body.
     The unbelievable sight of a little 12-year-old, with nicely 
budding titties, barely padded hips, and a tight little slit with 
only the faintest patch of wispy hair above an almost completely 
naked little cunny ... which was stretched obscenely around my 
swollen and engorged prick ... It was all too erotic to 
withstand.
     "Oh God," I moaned again; trying to warn the child before it 
was too late.  "I'm going to ...."
     I never DID get to say what I was going to do; though I'm 
sure it was clear to everybody there.  I was interrupted by my 
wife's not-quite-sarcastic voice.
     "Hmmph," she snorted.  "I TOLD you reading those books about 
little girls having sex, was going to get you into trouble."
     "Uh ... I ...."  Suddenly it was too late.  My wife's words 
distracted me from where I was desperately TRYING to keep from 
spasming her niece's belly full of cum, so the child could get 
off.  Suddenly I felt a surge ripple through the base of my 
prick, up through the tube on the bottom, out through the head of 
my penis, and squirt in thick gush after desperate gush into the 
little 12-year-old.  Oh GOD, that felt so good, to let that 
incredible load of baby-juice go ... right into the fertile young 
belly of a little girl who actually seemed to WANT me to cum 
inside her.
     With the first heavy squirt, Samantha stopped rising and 
falling; and sank down on my prick, so the head was pressed hard 
against the hard little knob of her cervix; almost pissing my 
sperm into her womb.
     I couldn't help myself.  Instead of fighting to pull out, I 
grabbed the child by the waist and pulled her even closer.  I 
felt first one thick heavy glob of cum, then another and yet 
another ripple through my prick and into the welcoming belly of 
this incredible little preteen girl.  Oh GOD, did that feel good!  
I might die tomorrow, or they might haul me away forever for 
raping a little 12-year-old, but this was worth it.
     Three, four, then five surges spat into the child's belly, 
and then it was finally over.  My crotch was a mess of my 
spending inside her, and (incredibly) Samantha's cumming while I 
spasmed her belly full of cum.  Sighing, Samantha lay down on top 
of me; cuddling up in post-coital bliss ... Her pert little 
titties making holes in my chest.
     "Thanks, Uncle Donald," she whispered in my ear.  "I never 
knew it would feel THAT good."
     "See?" giggled another child-voice at the side of the bed.  
"Didn't I TELL you Daddy really needed that?"
     Oh shit.
     "Yeah," breathed Samantha; looking down at the mess I'd made 
of her crotch, "I guess you really did."
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get any sympathy, as my wife had all she could do to keep a big 
grin off HER face, at seeing me, "Hoist by my own petard," by 
having books about little girls who wanted sex, leading to me 
having a little preteen girl panting on the bed, with several 
teaspoons of my thick cum up inside the child's belly ... all 
brought about by my own daughter, who couldn't wait until she 
herself was old enough to, "Take care of Daddy's needs," so ... 
she arranged for her own cousin to do the job.  Oh God, what had 
I gotten myself into?  Here I thought just READING about make-
believe little girls who liked sex ... even sex with family 
members, was perfectly innocent, since no REAL little girls 
actually got fucked.
     "Well ... You two really did it up brown, didn't you?" 
commented Marin; looking at the two sexually exhausted people on 
the bed.  "You'd better go get cleaned up," she admonished.  "I 
was coming in here to tell you that before, as breakfast is 
almost ready," she explained.  "I just didn't expect you to be 
making out with the babysitter ... my own niece ... when I did.  
Now go take a shower and wash up.  We don't want the three of you 
smelling like you'd just had an orgy, when my sister gets here to 
pick up Samantha."
     Oh God.
     Marin giggled.  "You might as well all take a shower 
together," she chortled.  "It's NOT as if you weren't already 
familiar with each other's bodies!"
     Oh God.
     "Besides," she added, "It'll be fun."
     You know what?  She was right.  Before we finished, 
"Cleaning up," I had licked Sandy's tight little slit, and 
Samantha's as well!  In fact, I was busy holding Sandy upside-
down. licking her tight little hole, while Samantha was busy 
swallowing my SECOND load of the day ... right down HER hard-
working little throat, just like Sandy usually does, when ... You 
guessed it, the hot water ran out.
     Marin just grinned when we came to breakfast, all three of 
us still stark-naked from the shower, and my prick still oozing 
white where I hadn't finished cumming when the shower got cold.  
"Here," she said, handing me a paper towel to wipe with.  
"Breakfast is ready.  Afterwards, you three sex-maniacs had 
better get ready before my sister gets here to pick up Sam."
     Sandy looked annoyed at her mother, as I wiped up the tiny 
drop of semen SHE had planned on cleaning up in her own special 
fashion.  Oh well.
     After eating, as we headed off to our appropriate rooms to 
get "properly" dressed, Marin added, "I'm going to ask Carol if 
Samantha can sleep over with US, and visit Sandy ... since she 
had so much fun last night.  What do YOU three think?"
     Samantha's eyes got real BIG, but she didn't object.  Sandy, 
on the other hand, was jumping up and down with glee, at the 
prospect of the fun she could have with her older cousin ... and 
(of course) me too.  I *should* have said, "No!"  But then, you 
know I never could resist when Sandy turned those big brown eyes 
on me, and begged, "Daddy, Please?"




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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:
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