                     Taking my wife's advice
                         An Erotic Story

     Heading off to bed, I looked in on my daughter, like I 
usually do before going to bed with my wife.  Carol insists that 
I look in on the child; even though she knows that I sometimes 
masturbate while doing so ... something she hates.  So I take her 
advice on the one thing, while ignoring it on the other.
     Sandy looks so innocent, and so sweet; her sweet young body 
filling out the sheets in a man's dream of what a developing girl 
should look like, to attract the attention of the male of the 
species ... Like me.
     Looking closer at my little girl's face, hair making a 
delicate frame around the child's beauty, I sniff deeply of young 
woman.  The smell is intoxicating, while my daughter's beauty 
fills my eyes.  I cannot stop myself from bending down and taking 
a kiss from the soft red lips.
     Sandy's lips move against mine; opening almost automatically 
in her sleep to let my tongue taste the inside of her mouth.  The 
child's breath is soft and sweet; while her tongue and mouth 
taste like the remains of a lifesaver after it just finished 
dissolving.
     Slowly I pull the light sheet and blanket down, revealing 
the child's nude body.  At only twelve years old, Sandy hasn't 
developed the full breasts of her mother, or that she will 
probably have herself in a few years.  Soft delicate mounds just 
aching to be kissed (and I have many times already).  Barely an 
inch about her chest; but still showing that the girl has 
definitely become a woman.
     Farther down, as I slowly drag the sheet to uncover more 
beauty, is smooth, flat belly, with a Navel that Hefner would pay 
millions to put in the centerfold of Playboy.  My heart ached at 
my daughter's beauty.
     I couldn't help or stop myself from uncovering the most 
intimate part of my little girl's body; even though I knew it was 
wrong for a father to feast on his own child's beauty like I do.  
My wife has told me many times how wrong it is to jack off on my 
own daughter.  But her innocent beauty had been too much to 
resist; and finally a year or so later I hadn't.  Many nights 
since then had been spent covering my daughter from eyes to 
crotch with sticky white ropes of gooey semen; and not once had 
Sandy ever objected; whether I did it while the child was awake; 
or like now when she was unconscious to the presence of her 
father.  Not even when I had spewed thick white semen into the 
crotch of her panties, had the little girl raised the slightest 
objection; though it had caused enough trouble with finding clean 
ones in the morning that she no longer bothered to wear them at 
night.
     The sight of Sandy's smooth plump cunny lips, with a tiny 
pointed nubbin in the middle, was enough to make my already-stiff 
prick as hard as a rock.  I knew pre-cum and maybe even some 
sperm was leaking from the tip; but I was too engrossed in 
watching my daughter's slick little hole to even think about 
touching myself.  Time enough for that, later.



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     I was tempted to put my head down and taste the slick wet 
heat of the child; but didn't dare.  If I did, I'd be squirting 
my seed all over the bed instead of my daughter where it 
belonged.  Instead, I pulled the sheet completely down, revealing 
Sandy's legs.  While I'm not a leg man; and she's perhaps a 
little too skinny for a Playboy Model, Sandy's legs were quite 
satisfying to a pedophile like me.  Yeah, if you haven't guessed 
by now, I think little girls can be sexy.  My daughter, to me 
anyway, is probably the sexiest creature on the earth, even if 
not the most beautiful.  Knowing the child had reached puberty 
only a few months earlier, just increased the little girl's 
sexiness from being achingly beautiful and sexy to look at, to 
almost driving me crazy that I wasn't allowed to bury my prick in 
her body and ejaculate my semen inside her womb several times a 
day.  And the knowledge that Sandy had finished her period just 
little over a week and a half earlier, and was probably ovulating 
either right now or in the next day or two, was almost enough to 
drive me insane.  Perhaps, it did.
     No longer thinking with my head but my prick, I dropped the 
robe I was wearing, and climbed on the bed between my daughter's 
legs.  Knowing the danger, knowing my wife was still waiting for 
me to come to bed in the next room, knowing that if the little 
girl objected my life would be over, couldn't stop me.  Still, 
Sandy never HAD objected even once to what I do.
     Almost automatically, Sandy raised her legs when I pushed on 
them, so I could climb between them.  I was entranced by the 
utter depravity, and yet utter beauty of what I was going to do.  
It may seem insane, but watching my swollen prick spread the 
plump lips of my daughter's vagina was probably the most 
beautiful sight I've ever seen.  Even if I had been watching a 
stranger slide his prick into my little girl, instead of doing it 
myself, with my own hardened and swollen member, I think I would 
have been too entranced with the beauty of their coupling to 
raise an objection until the man had buried his prick to the hilt 
in the child's belly, and was pumping thick white cum into the 
fertile depths of my 12-year-old daughter's receptive and 
pubescent young womb; spasming his seed into the child's waiting 
fertility in spurt after glorious spurt of reproductive fluid.
     However, the slick wet heat of Sandy's tight little slit 
spreading around the swollen head of my cock was too incredibly 
erotic a sensation to allow me to contemplate the beauty of our 
coupling for more than a second or two.  I was unable to stop 
myself from grabbing my prick and wiping the pre-cum dribbling 
head up and down the child's slit, so that both her tiny little 
vagina and my swollen and turgid penis were both soaked and 
slippery with our secretions.  Then I did it.  Yes, I fucked my 
own sleeping little girl.  I just couldn't help it.
     First a tight ring snapped over the head of my prick; then 
as I pulled out and pushed back in, inch after precious inch of 
my little girl's cunny slipped wetly over the shaft as it slid 
slowly inside her.  God, is my daughter tight.  No matter how 
many times I fuck her, it seems almost like a rubber vise 
squeezing and milking on me.




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     Feeling her own father's prick sliding into her body woke 
Sandy up.  I never could see how my daughter could stay asleep 
even that long.
     "Daddy?" she asked, sleepily; wiping her eyes and looking 
down at where her father's penis was slowly working its way into 
her nubile young body.  "What are you doing, Daddy?"
     "Shhh," I hushed her.  "Daddy's just fucking you so you can 
get pregnant and have a baby," I reassured her.  By this time, I 
was buried balls-deep in the child; and knew it wouldn't be long 
before I filled my 12-year-old daughter's tight little womb with 
incestuous sperm.  God, I love my daughter.
     "Oh."  Sandy looked down interestedly at where my prick was 
now slowly working in and out of her tight little crack.  "Are 
you going to cum in me, Daddy?" she asked.
     "Uhuh," I responded.  "In just a minute or so."
     For a bit, Sandy just watched me saw in and out, while the 
rising seed in my prick built up pressure.  After a minute or so 
however, the pressure of my swollen penis inside her tight little 
vagina, along with the rubbing stimulation of the base 
titillating her now-swollen nub of a clitoris, caused the child 
to give first a tentative shove back at me; then more and more 
energetic humps, until after about two minutes the child was 
humping and squirming, and doing everything a little girl can do 
to get her father to dump his seed in her belly.  Moans and pants 
and groans as she worked against me just added to the knot 
growing in my belly, as I worked to give my daughter what she 
needed.
     Only I didn't cum first.  With pants and heaves (It's a good 
thing Sandy isn't a screamer, like her mother is.) the little 
girl suddenly arched her back and jammed her crotch at mine, 
while her already tight little pussy grabbed and chewed at my 
penis like it was going to bite the thing off.
     Luckily, the child's frantic actions around my prick and 
wild gyrations slowed the rising seed in my prick until she 
suddenly collapsed like a soaking-wet towel.  Only then could I 
stroke to a finish in her body.  It took almost a minute more, 
without Sandy's tight little cunny milking for my cum, before I 
was able to give the child what she had been working so hard for.  
But when I did, it was everything a nubile young girl like my 
daughter could ask for.
     "Here it comes," I warned the little pre-teen.  "Daddy's 
squirting his baby-stuff inside you."
     Sandy had already spent most of her energy in that enormous 
orgasm; but weakly tried to raise her hips to meet mine, and 
capture as much of her father's seed inside her tummy as she 
could by forcing my prick to spurt it's thick load as deeply 
inside her body as the two of us could make it go.
     I groaned with sudden ecstatic relief; as my penis suddenly 
swelled and spat into the child; holding my prick buried as 
deeply inside the little girl as I could, while I felt first a 
tickle, then a surge, and finally full-throated savage 
ejaculations ripple through the tube on the bottom of my penis, 
and into the waiting fertility of my own little girl's welcoming 
young body.



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     Surge after surge, gush after gush, and thick white squirt 
after thick white squirt of incestuous cum burst out of my prick 
and into the child's belly where it belonged.  Not a drop went to 
waste; as each incestuous jet of sperm squirted almost directly 
at the little girl's uterus; spraying the entrance to my 
daughter's womb with her own father's seed.  I knew that Sandy's 
body was being filled with millions of tiny black sperm; each now 
searching desperately for the tiny hole leading to her womb, and 
from there to the tube where even now an egg was slowly working 
its tedious wad towards the child's womb, where hopefully it 
would implant itself and her little brother or sister would start 
to grow.
     It was only after aching heaves and throbs tried to send 
even more sperm inside the child that I didn't have, that I 
finally got off her.  I don't even remembering getting down close 
and fucking "missionary" style' but as I pulled away, our bodies 
separated with an almost obscene "plop" and I could see a wet 
sheen to my daughter's body where mine had been next to hers; 
flattening her breasts, which were just starting to recover their 
wonted stiffness.  Sandy's nipples were still stiff and aroused; 
though I knew she would be too exhausted from cumming this last 
time to go again, even if she was willing as she appeared to be.  
Besides, after a cum like THAT, I'd be lucky myself to get 
another hard-on within a day, let alone the few minutes we had 
before my wife came looking to see what was keeping me.
     As I pulled away, my now shrunken prick pulled out of the 
child's body, and slapped wetly against my leg.  No, there wasn't 
a chance of getting that thing back inside her tonight.
     Sandy looked down at the tiny drop of white leaking from my 
wilted penis, and then down to the matching mess I had made of 
her formerly neat and tight little vagina.  The hole was slowly 
closing after I pulled out; the child's tightness challenged, but 
not defeated.  As Sandy's tiny little hole closed, a bubble of 
white was slowly forced out, making an obscene puddle in the 
middle of her tiny little slit.
     My daughter gave me the kind of loving look that only little 
girls can ever give their dads ... Nobody else needs to apply; 
not even lovers who cared for their boyfriends and/or husbands 
like my wife did me.  "Thanks, Daddy," she murmured sleepily, 
before snuggling back into the bed, while I pulled the blankets 
up to her neck.  "I thought you had forgotten me tonight," she 
added with a yawn; before cuddling deeper into the pillow.  An 
almost purring, "Mmmmmm," of contentment slowly slipped into a 
sigh of the quiet breathing of sleep.
     I kissed the little girl on the nose, bringing another, 
"Mmmm," of happiness from my daughter, and a matching smile as 
well.  "Sweet dreams, Honey," I told her, as I slipped my robe 
back on, and head out.
     "Mnnn . n . n . night, Daddy."
     "'Night, Sweetheart," I responded; giving one last loving 
look at my daughter before I closed the door.






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     "Well," huffed my wife, as I finally slipped off my robe, 
and slipped into bed beside her.  I knew I should have stopped in 
the bathroom to take a pee, and wash my now-satiated prick 
off ... but I was way too tired.  "What took you so long?" she 
asked.
     "I was just checking on Sandy," I replied, sleepily.  Yeah, 
I was ... checking on her fertility.  But I didn't want to tell 
my wife that, for sure.
     Suspiciously, Carol reached over to my still-wilted prick, 
and found it sticky.  "You didn't jack off on her again, did 
you?" she accused.
     My face grew red.  I wasn't about to deny the charge; 
because then I'd have to tell her what I'd REALLY done to our 
daughter.  I might not always tell the truth and the whole truth 
to Carol; but on the other hand, we never lied to each other, 
either.  Best to just let my wife think of me as a pervert.
     Taking my silence for assent, Carol started in again on the 
same rant we had been through many times in the years we had been 
married.  For some reason (Religious upbringing?  The "sin" of 
Onan?  Who knows?) my wife thinks that jacking off, or 
masturbation of any kind is the world's worst perversion.  
"Sexually sick," she calls it.  I've shown her hundreds of 
articles proving that everybody does it; but my wife still thinks 
it's nasty.  As far as I know, her own finger has only touched 
her vagina while cleaning it ... and that through a washcloth.  
She doesn't even scratch an itch down there; though sometimes it 
must almost drive her crazy.  At least, she hasn't divorced me 
for masturbating, when I do it myself.
     Surprisingly, Carol hasn't minded it as much when I jacked-
off all over our little girl, as she had when I did it all by 
myself.  "At least I wasn't wasting it so much," she explained, 
when I asked her.  She even seemed happier to see me ejaculate my 
cum right on, or even *in* our daughter's pouting cunny lips, 
than when I spewed it all over the child's body ... or worse-yet, 
"wasted it" by cumming in my own hand or tissue.
     "Why can't you squirt it in ME?" she complained.  I KNOW how 
much my wife likes sex ... almost as much as I do.  "Or at 
least," she added, "find some girl to squirt it in.  It just 
isn't sensible to jack-off like that, when so many women would be 
happy to do that for you."
     "So I'm supposed to find a little girl, and stick my prick 
in her?" I asked.  While Carol isn't jealous, I sure didn't 
expect her to condone my porking the kid next door; and I told 
her so.
     "At least it would be better than wasting it all over your 
hand," she replied testily; seeming annoyed that I pushed her 
into that corner.  I knew now, once she had agreed out loud to 
even the hint, that Carol would feel honor-bound to not 
object ... even if she DID find me laying pipe in the little girl 
next door.
     "But what if the kid got pregnant?" I asked; trying to see 
how far Carol would take this (to me) insanity.





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     "For Christ's sake," responded Carol with a huff.  "The 
kid's only twelve years old.  She's barely older than Sandy is.  
Besides, even if you did, it wouldn't be THAT bad."  Thinking 
about it, she amended, "As long as she wanted it, that is."
     "Oh right," I replied, sarcastically.  "I'm supposed to fuck 
Cindy next door and knock her up, because it would be better than 
wasting my seed in my own hand.  And what do you think her father 
would think of that?" I asked.
     Not giving her a chance to reply, I continued into her open 
and objecting mouth, "So what would you think of somebody doing 
that to Sandy?" I questioned.
     "Uh ... Well ...."  My wife obviously hadn't thought of this 
angle.
     Pressing my advantage, I continued, "Heck, what if *I* went 
down the hall and slid my prick into Sandy; getting her pregnant 
with her own father's baby kicking and squirming in her tight 
little tummy?  What would you think of that?"
     I was suddenly hot under the collar; as I realized how 
closely I had described what I was already doing.  If my wife 
ever caught on, I was dead meat.  Only ....
     "Well," she defended her position, "at least it would be 
better than jacking off, and wasting cum all over her body, like 
you do now.  You know, you could even get her pregnant that way 
anyhow," she observed; reminding me of the few times my cum had 
landed close-to, and sometimes on or even *in* our daughter's 
pouting little slit.  Carol licked her lips in recollection, then 
added, "Seeing all that semen going to waste, must be driving 
Sandy almost crazy by now."  Carol paused a moment, then added, 
"I know it would me."
     I looked over at my wife of years, with wide-eyed amazement.  
It seems I had never really suspected how deep she went in some 
areas.  Of course, there were things in me as well, that she 
didn't know about either.
     "You know," I remarked thoughtfully, as I snuggled down into 
bed and up to my sexy wife with my surprisingly re-erect penis.  
"I might just do that sometime."
     Carol's moans of appreciation as I took her from behind 
blended into my fantasies of doing the same thing to our little 
girl ... this time with her mother's approval.  The fact that 
Carol herself was fertile, being between periods, and not on the 
pill as we had agreed to take our chances on having a second 
child several months earlier, just added to the erotic fantasy 
that she was Sandy, and I was pumping my baby into our daughter's 
tight little tummy as well as hers.
     "Yes," I said; flexing my prick in her belly, "I just might 
do that to Sandy, since you seem agree that it's better for our 
daughter to have her own father's sperm going right up inside her 
vagina, than having me waste it by cumming on her tummy."
     'Yes,' I thought, while sending thick gooey streams of 
pearly white cum gushing into my lovely wife's still-fertile 
belly; while hoping we had another girl, 'For once, when it comes 
to alternatives to masturbation, I'm going to take my wife's 
advice.'
     And, you know what?  This time, I did.



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