                      A Little Knowledge
                       An Erotic Story
     
     "Daddy?"
     The sixteen-year-old asking the question was a heart-
stopper.  She certainly almost stopped Dan's heart as she
entered his bedroom while he was naked and almost ready to
start jacking-off since his wife was out shopping and
wouldn't be back for several hours.
     "Yes, Cyndi?" he started; then did a double-take as he
took in what his daughter was wearing.  Or, almost more-
correctly *wasn't* wearing.  The girl in red bikini bra and
panties made of soft lace material you could pretty much see
right through, wasn't exactly hiding her charms by wearing
the lacy underwear.  In fact, she looked far sexier than she
would likely have done naked.  The nubility of the child was
just enhanced by the thin mesh that did almost nothing to
hide the pert nipples underneath the two tiny triangles at
the top; and the equally thin panties did even less to hide
the furry young bush that didn't quite cover the teenager's
pouting young slit, either.  "Uh, Cyndi," Dan corrected
himself, "I don't think you should be wearing that outfit in
here ... especially while I'm naked."
     Dan tried to reach for the covers to hide his growing
erection; then decided that would call more attention to his
"problem" than merely covering it up with an arm and
pretending such a thing as an erect penis just didn't belong
to the father of a lovely teenaged girl.
     "What's the matter, Daddy?  Don't you like it?" she
asked; posing almost in front of her father's nose and
twirling, arms outstretched just above his head so he got a
whiff of pretty-girl, as well as quite an eyeful.  The firm
young breasts hardly covered at all by the lacy top, along
with the furry nest hardly hidden by the soft mesh of the
bikini-bottom, along with flaring womanly hips and soft
belly just tended to emphasize the extreme fertility of the
young woman.  If anything, Cyndi was far sexier than most of
the sexiest women in porn magazines and motion-pictures; and
likelier to arouse a man than even she would be when two
years older and "legal" to fuck while somebody was taking a
picture of her to document the fact.  That she was already
"legal" to have sex with even then, was beside the point:
They made rather stringent exceptions for fathers; and
called it, "Incest."
     Dan was tongue-tied for a moment.  He didn't want to
lie to his daughter; he never had before; but how to say she
shouldn't wear sexy outfits in front of a man unless she
wanted to fuck him without practically inviting her to do
just that; and how to request that she stop without implying
that he didn't like what he saw?  That last was the very
problem, of course.  Dan liked what he saw very much indeed.
     Cyndi noticed.  "Oh Daddy," she gurgled; smiling
broadly.  "You *do* like me!"
     It was all Dan could do to keep the girl's reaching
fingers from grabbing his now painfully hard prick; tucked
down into his lap as it was.  "Uh ... Cyndi?" he prompted;
trying to change the subject back to something less
dangerous.  "What was it that you came in here to ask?"
     Cyndi pouted a bit at being distracted; but decided her
original tack might be more productive after all.  "Daddy?"
she asked, "Is this true?" while waving a sheaf of papers
past his nose.
     "Is *what* true, Hon?"  Without a closer look, Dan
couldn't tell what it was his nubile young daughter was
waving.  That it was a computer printout, was about the only
obvious thing about it.
     "This stuff you read on the net."
     `Stuff *I* read?"  Suddenly Dan was sweating.  If his
teenaged daughter got any idea of what Dan *really* spent
most of his time reading on the net, especially in the
alt.sex.stories.incest newsgroups ....
     "Uhuh," she confirmed.  "Stuff like this:"  Here Cyndi
struck a pose; holding the paper out in front of her while
arching her back so her bosom was almost in Dan's mouth
while quoting from the paper.  "There's nothing a young girl
can do to prove how much she *really* loves her father, than
to take his thick prick up inside her body, his cum-engorged
member swelling and spurting hot sticky goo in her vagina,
his virile and potent sperm squirting deep inside her womb
where it belongs, and (hopefully) even his baby in her
belly.  There's also nothing a man can do to prove to the
child how much he loves his little girl than by filling her
tummy with thick gooey white squirts of his baby-making and
incestuous seed while his daughter is ovulating and fertile.
After all, *every* little girl needs *lots* of sex from her
daddy; just like every man's ultimate fantasy, wish, dream,
and often actual physical *need* is to feel his own nubile
young daughter's tight little vagina convulsing and cramping
around his prick; milking it for hot sticky sperm-laden
semen while she's between periods, ovulating, and completely
unprotected against the baby-making effects of her own
father's potent and virile seed; just like it's the ultimate
fantasy and thrill for any girl to feel the same thing; as
her father doesn't just fuck her like any normally decent
man might tend to daughter's sexual needs; but actually
ejaculates inside the child and pumps his baby in his own
sexy little girl's fertile young womb."  After finishing,
Cyndi paused then asked again, "Is that right, Daddy?"
     "Uh ... Cyndi," Dan sweated out the words.  "That's
just a *story*.  It isn't meant to be taken seriously or as
advice."
     "Oh Daddy ... I *know* that!" Cyndi disgustedly
disparaged his reply, while Dan heaved a silent sigh of
relief.  "What I mean is," she explained, "Is it right for
*you*?"
     "Huh?  Me?"
     "I mean, is that what YOU want to do?" she asked; then
expounded:  "Do you want to ...."  Here Cyndi looked close
at the offending paper; reading from further down, "Put your
big babymaker up in my tight little slit and pump my belly
full of incestuous baby-goo, like every little girl needs to
feel at least once from her father?"  Finishing the quote,
Cyndi stood waiting; dangerously, and not too patiently.
     This time Dan was *quite* visibly sweating as he tried
to answer truthfully without making Cyndi feel obligated to
have sex with him ... in fact, hopefully to send the
teenager back to her room, curiosity satisfied, but with
nothing haven taken place between them except for her
already having seen him naked.  "Of course I *want* to," he
explained; trying to hurry the entire answer before
something drastic happened.  "It's just that a ... man isn't
... supposed ... to ...."
     Dan's voice trailed off as with an enormous grin his
sexy young daughter started stripping off first the flimsy
bra, and then the frilly panties.  Then, reaching between
them, the girl grabbed her father's now cum-dripping penis
with one hand and shuffled closer.  The only words Cyndi had
heard in the whole response from her father, were the three
important ones: "I want to."  Anything else where Dan was
trying to beg-off was inconsequential and irrelevant.
     "Hurry up, Daddy," she groaned; swabbing the leaking
prick in her own leaking twat; the flower opening up and
with a gulping sensation taking the whole head and glans of
her father's penis inside her vagina
     "Uh ... Honey ... We shouldn't really ...."  Dan
couldn't help but push back as the head of his dick met
sudden unexpected resistance.
     "Why ... Ow ... Not so hard, Daddy ... Shouldn't we?"
     "Because, your mother might ... Ugh!  Sorry, Hon."
     "Ow.  It's OK, Daddy.  Just go a little slower."
     By this time half of Dan's prick was inside his little
girl; and he didn't know how he was going to extract it once
Cyndi understood why they really shouldn't be fucking like
this.  Otherwise, it was likely to remain inside the girl
until it *couldn't* remain in her any longer when it wilted
after he'd blown his wad in the kid.  Only ....
     "Mom said it's MY body, and *I* get to decide who I
want to fuck," defended Cyndi; now sinking even lower on her
father's lap so that almost the entire thing was inside her.
"I want to feel you fucking and cumming in me," she
directed.
     Barely all the way inside the girl, and Dan was about
to blow his wad in the kid ... especially with such a
statement as that.  "I'd better pull out," he groaned;
suddenly painfully aware that there wasn't a condom in the
house, or even nearer than the "convenience store" close to
a mile and a half away ... if there.  Perhaps all the way
into town.  Oh God.  He hated to extract his dick from
inside such an obviously willing girl ... even (or
especially) if the girl was his own teenaged (and fertile!)
daughter.  Almost involuntarily his arm came around the
girl; pulling Cyndi close so her belly was rubbing against
his and his face was nuzzling his little girl's neck; the
sweet smell of his sexy daughter's hair arousing him even
more as his aroused dong swelled even bigger inside the
teenager.  The feel of her bare skin against his, her body
squirming in his lap, her firm young breasts poking into his
chest, and her hot breath panting in his ear as she absorbed
inch after thick incestuous inch of her father's prick, was
almost as erotic, hot, sexy, and mind-blowing as feeling her
tight and virginal tunnel sliding down his leaking and cum-
filled dong.  The incredible sensation of mating with his
own daughter was about to make Dan cum in the girl the
second he felt the tight ring of her vagina against the base
of his prick ... IF he could even hold out that long against
her sucking and eager young body.
     "Oh Daddy.  Don't be silly," reproved Cyndi; sinking
lower on his lap and not letting her father escape.  "The
guys in the stories don't pull out while fucking *their*
daughters, do they?"
     "Well, no, but ...."  Dan felt caught in a trap.  In a
few seconds he was going to cum in the girl if he didn't
hurry up and get out.  Dan could feel the familiar tingle in
his groin signaling an imminent eruption.
     "But the guys in the stories *want* to knock up their
kids," he explained weakly.
     "You mean you don't *want* to get me pregnant?" asked
Cyndi; pulling back and looking Dan in the eye with his
prick buried to the hilt inside her body; milking her
father's prick for its potent baby-making seed; and just
*daring* her horny father to deny the fact that he wanted to
put his baby in her belly.  "I thought you did."
     "Well, no ... I mean yes ... I ... Oh God!"  Unable to
stop, Dan felt first one thick surge of hot sticky semen
spit out of his prick and into his sexy daughter's waiting
fertility, to be followed almost immediately by a second
thick white surge, then a third, a much weaker fourth; and
finally his prick was wilting; just oozing sticky white cum
out of the now limp member as is slid out of the girl.  It
felt like he was flushing pints of hot sticky goo into his
daughter's belly; though likely it was only a couple
teaspoons at most.
     Feeling her father jerking inside her and thrusting
heavily, made Cyndi aware of what was likely happening
inside her.  While she couldn't really *feel* the hot sticky
squirts of incestuous seed the man was ejaculating in her
belly, the description she'd read in the stories matched the
way her father was acting.  "Are you cumming in me?" she
asked; wanting to confirm her deduction.
     "Uh ... huh ... Huh," verified Dan; panting heavily as
the last thin squirt of incestuous seed spat out of his
prick and into his nubile young daughter's waiting
fertility.  "I just did," he confirmed.
     "Ooh ... Thanks, Daddy."  Cyndi worked against her
father to milk the last sticky drops of seed into her belly
before the wilting member slipped out.  She was thanking
him?  In a way, that was almost as mind-blowing to the older
man as the fact of having full unprotected vaginal
intercourse with his own daughter was itself.  That Cyndi
not only didn't mind having sex with her own father; but
seemed to actually *welcome* the hot sticky spurts of his
potent and virile seed inside her body while ovulating and
fertile ....
     Dan just couldn't think clearly about that.  It was too
much.  "Thank you," he echoed weakly; involuntarily moving
so that his now wilted prick slipped out; allowing a flood
of sticky semen to escape and make a rather slimy and gooey
mess of their crotches.  Dan was too blown away from the
incredible sex to even wipe up right away before dripping on
the floor.  What his wife would think when she found cum on
the carpet ... Well, he *did* often jack off.  That excuse
would have to do.  Why would she even suspect he'd been
mating with their little girl unless one of them told her?
     As even his daughter's attempt to keep his prick inside
her failed, Dan looked his daughter over; seeking but not
finding any sign that the girl was disgusted, sorry, or
abused by having full unprotected sex with her father.
Instead and to the contrary, Cyndi looked rather proud of
taking her father's dong inside her body, his seed inside
her vagina, and his sperm inside her womb, just like the
story she had been quoting.  Streaks of red and pink in the
smeary mess he'd made of Cyndi's crotch gave good evidence
that Dan had not only *fucked* his little girl good and
proper, but had taken her virginity (Here he'd *thought*
that would have been gone *years* earlier) and ejaculated
probably several teaspoons of his semen into the girl's
waiting fertility.
     It was Cyndi herself who brought this very point up.
     "Is that your baby-stuff?" she asked; looking
interestedly at the sticky ooze seeping from her ravaged
cunny-hole and soaking into her pubic hair.
     Dan could only nod at first.  The experience of fucking
his own sexy young daughter and then dumping his wad in the
kid's tight little baby-tube was thrilling, wonderful,
exasperating, scary ... and tiring.  "Uhuh," he nodded;
looking almost frightened at the curdled mess of his
daughter's sloppy vagina.  If this sort of thing was going
to happen again; and Dan was pretty sure it was, both from
Cyndi's actions and reactions to getting fucked, along with
his own feelings about it, Dan knew with certainty he
wouldn't be able to resist porking his daughter again if she
came over again and made it plain she wanted him to ... like
Cyndi had just finished doing.  In that case Dan *really*
needed to get some kind of birth-control for the girl,
probably condoms, as his wife would wonder why Cyndi needed
to get on the pill.
     "Oooh!"  Cyndi looked with even more interest at the
slippery goo still seeping out of her body.  "Does that mean
I'm pregnant now, Daddy?"
     Dan almost laughed at his daughter's naivete.  "No,
Honey," he corrected.  "Oh, it's *possible*," he explained,
"just not very likely."
     "Why not?" complained Cyndi.  "I did it just like the
book said ... This *is* the second week of my period.  In
about another two weeks I'm due again.  Wasn't that right?"
     Dan's hair almost stood on end.  "You *want* to get
pregnant?" he asked.  "What would your mother say?"
     "Well, yes, I mean no, I mean, you said you want to get
me pregnant, just like the stories all say any *real* father
does, who really loves his little girls; so of course I want
to have your baby.  After all, if you want another kid, why
not?"  She stopped her father's objection by adding, "And,
as far as Mother goes, she's told me *many* times, who I
have sex with, and whose baby I carry in my tummy is *my*
business, not anybody else's; so there!"
     Dan privately wondered what his wife was going to say
to this particular logic when Cyndi's belly began to swell.
Still, there was Cyndi's other unanswered question.  "Just
doing it at the right time of month isn't enough," he
explained.  It seemed that a *little* knowledge could be a
dangerous thing.  "Most girls have to `do it' several
hundred times before they get lucky."
     "Several *hundred*?"  Cyndi's eyes bugged a bit at
this.
     "Sometimes more; sometimes less," he agreed.
     For several minutes Cyndi sat there while Dan grabbed a
tissue-holder from beside the bed and attempted to wipe up
the mess in his daughter's crotch.  Then:
     Then with a sigh of resignation:  "Well ... OK, I
guess," she decided.  "I'm still a little sore right now;
but they say it doesn't hurt the second time; and it's
supposed to get better each time."
     "It does," reassured Dan.
     "So we'd better get started."
     This time it was Dan's turn to look startled.
     "I figure we can do it about 20 times before Mother
gets home in a couple hours," clarified Cyndi; explaining
her logic and mathematics; where she took into account the
fact that it took about fifteen to twenty seconds for Dan to
cum inside her for the first time; and allowing a bit extra
for each fuck.  "After dinner," she continued, "we should be
able to fuck about fifty times before bedtime; and the same
thing before and after breakfast; so by tomorrow at about
this time we should be done and I'll be pregnant with your
baby ... my own little brother or sister like I should be
right now."  Cyndi sighed, looked down at her flat (and
unpregnant) little belly with disappointment, before adding,
"Damn.  I didn't think it would take all *that* long just to
get pregnant; or I might not have even started."
     "Daddy?"
     "Daddy?"
     "Daddy, why are you looking at me like that?"
