                            Gee Daddy!
                         An Erotic Story

     "Gee, Daddy, that feel's good," I said, as my father rubbed 
his prick up and down my horny little slit.  It did, too.  What 
felt even better though, was when he centered his swollen cock in 
the entrance to my vagina, and started inching it inside.  Daddy 
always did know the things that made me feel good.  Still, he 
kept denying me that greatest of pleasures.  Tonight I was going 
to pull out all stops, to get what I wanted.
     "Ooh, I bet you like that," I said, as I milked Daddy's 
penis with my tight little hole.  By now, I knew how to squeeze 
my father's prick, and make it feel good, without even moving.
     Daddy groaned.  I guess he must have agreed with me, because 
the next thing I knew he said, "You'd better ease up Tammy, or 
I'll have to pull out.  You don't want that yet, do you?"
     Shit!  The LAST thing I wanted, was for my father to pull 
out.  "Do you HAVE to Daddy?" I whined; working even harder.  
Once before I had been lucky, and caught Daddy by surprise; 
milking him off inside me, before he even realized he was about 
to cum.  Daddy wasn't going to be caught so easily tonight 
though.
     "Tammy," he said firmly, "you know the rules.  I only cum in 
your mouth, asshole, or hands.  We're NOT taking any chances on 
you getting pregnant.  I'm taking too big a chance already, just 
fucking you like this.  I don't want to accidentally knock you 
up."
     "Why not Daddy?" I grumbled.  "Marcia's already had three 
kids, and she's younger than I am."  I could tell I was getting 
to Daddy, as his prick swelled even bigger inside me.  Perhaps, 
if I kept talking, Daddy would forget and squirt inside me, 
before he realized he was doing it.
     "Your cousin isn't fucking her own father," Daddy pointed 
out.  He paused in his sliding in and out to push up hard inside 
me, while he tried to keep from spasming my body full of his 
precious seed.  I knew he would be annoyed if I moved, trying to 
get him off; but that didn't mean I couldn't keep squeezing him 
with my vagina, hoping he lost control.
     Sadly, he didn't.  I felt my father's prick swell a little, 
then subside in me.  I don't know if Daddy squirted more pre-cum, 
or sperm inside me, but he was once again able to slide in and 
out without feeling like he was going to splatter my insides full 
of baby-making cum.  I was a little disappointed, but not 
completely.  Maybe that WAS a squirt of cum that Daddy had just 
left inside me, while he gained control of himself.  I knew 
enough about biology, so I was pretty sure there were at least 
SOME of Daddy's sperm wriggling in whatever it was, even if it 
only WAS pre-cum.  Such a delicious thought.
     "But Daddy," I said; talking about my best friend, while 
sliding back and forth once more, as my father's urge to cum 
inside me declined enough to make him feel a bit safer, "Darlene 
tells me she's had TWO babies by HER father already, and she 
hopes he's made a third in her."




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     Daddy lurched inside me; as the thought excited him.  I 
decided that maybe it was time to tease him a little.  "I'll make 
it feel REAL good to you, I promise," I said; squeezing Daddy's 
prick as hard as I could with my cunny, to show just what I 
meant.  Daddy groaned, but managed to hold off. . .
     Darn.  Time to try something else.  "Darlene says HER father 
likes to feel his sperm squirting inside her almost as much as 
she does," I said; humping up at my father at the same time.  
From the slippery feel of his cock sliding inside me, I knew 
Daddy's cock was dribbling lots of pre-cum (and hopefully some 
sperm) inside my clasping little slit.  "I'm sure I can make it 
feel just as good for you, as Darlene does for HER father," I 
said.  "Please Daddy?  You'll like it. . . honest!"
     "Oooh!" I could tell that got to Daddy by his groan, and 
also the flexing of his prick in my belly, that told me he had 
almost lost it.  I knew my father wasn't really worried that I 
wouldn't make it "feel good" for him.  Exactly the opposite, in 
fact.  "I can't Baby," he said; fighting to control himself so he 
could pull out, without leaving me with a belly full of baby-
juice, "your mother would KILL me, If I got you pregnant.  Heck, 
she would probably kill me, if she knew we were even fucking 
without using a rubber, let alone getting you pregnant!"
     I giggled.  Perhaps I had a chance after all!  "Oh don't be 
silly, Daddy," I said.  "Why do you think Momma's been going to 
all these meetings lately; leaving the two of us alone to get it 
on?"
     Damn!  That had exactly the opposite effect I was planning 
on. Instead of getting so excited that he squirted inside me, 
Daddy's prick actually wilted, as he tried to figure out what I 
meant.  "Well," he said, "I wondered a bit if she knew we were 
having sex.  Still, that doesn't mean she wants me to get you 
pregnant.  She probably is trusting me to have enough sense for 
the two of us.  For sure, YOU don't seem to have any."
     "Oh Daddy," I sighed.  Sometimes I wondered if I would EVER 
get him to agree.  Still, I couldn't complain TOO much.  Just 
feeling my father's prick inside me was a thrill that some girls 
never got.  At least I got to fuck my father, even if I never DID 
get the extra thrill of feeling his baby growing inside me.  On 
the other hand, I wasn't quitting yet!  "Momma knows I'm not on 
the pill," I pointed out.  And she's certainly not dumb enough to 
not know what we're doing while she's gone.  I mean, my bed 
practically REEKS of sex, every time we're left alone, and I'm 
sure she knows the smell of cum, as distinct from pussy-odor.  
I'm sure she knows we're having sex, and unprotected sex at that.  
So why do you think she's suddenly found all of these extra 
meetings to attend, right while she knows I'm the most fertile?  
I mean, if Momma was worried about me getting pregnant, she'd 
make a point of being around right now, to keep us from getting 
carried away, don't you think?"
     My father was weakening; I could tell.
     "Are you sure?" he asked; sliding in and out a little, while 
trying to decide.  I knew he was on a hair-trigger, but also knew 
better than to wrap my legs around him, and hold him inside me 
until he filled my womb with his seed.



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     The last time I had tried that, Daddy hadn't fucked me for a 
month afterwards, and I had almost died from horniness.  He had 
told me then, that if I ever tried it again, he wouldn't fuck me 
for a year.  I didn't DARE take the chance.  Not when I was so 
close.  Besides, even if Daddy decided not to risk it, I still 
had a SLIGHT chance of getting him to cum inside me by accident, 
like he had once before.  If I got too eager, I might lose even 
that chance.
     "No, I don't know for sure," I said, honestly.  "But it 
makes sense, doesn't it?"  I hoped my honesty didn't blow my 
chances.  Still, I had never lied before to my father, and I 
wasn't about to start now.  It turned out, that I was luckier 
that I had thought.
     "No, NO!" said Daddy.  "I mean, are you sure you really want 
this?  I mean, having a baby by your own father is a big step for 
a teenager.  You might regret it later."
     "DADDY!" I said, "I've been sure for YEARS.  Heck, ever 
since I had my first period, I knew I wanted your baby inside me. 
Why do you think I crawled into bed with you that first time? 
Once Momma told me that I was old enough to have a baby, I waited 
until my period was over, and tried to get you to knock me up 
right then!  Only it took almost a year, before I could get you 
to even touch me, let alone put your prick up inside me."
     Daddy giggled at the memory of his little girl trying to act 
like a streetwalking slut.  Still, once I had convinced him that 
I was not only serious, but knew what sex was, he had finally 
relented enough to "show me the facts of life."  I guess my horny 
displays had finally gotten HIM horny too.
     "I guess you did," he admitted.  "SO," he said, suddenly 
jamming his prick in me up to the root, "if YOU want to get 
pregnant, your mother wants me to get you pregnant, and the idea 
even turns ME on, then we'd better get started, hadn't we?"
     "Gee, Daddy," I said, "'You mean it?"  I could barely hold 
off MY orgasm, at the though I might finally get what I had 
worked so long for.
     "What <huf huff> do <huf> you think?  <Huf.>"  he said, 
panting hard, as he worked closer and closer to his orgasm.  Only 
THIS time, I knew my father wouldn't be cheating EITHER of us by 
pulling out, like he usually did.  THIS time, every potent drop 
of my father's precious seed would be squirting inside my womb 
where it belonged.  The exciting thought was too much for me.
     "Gee, Daddy I. . . I. . .IiieeeEEEEEEEE!"  I couldn't 
finish, as my cunny began clamping and squeezing on my father's 
prick like it never had before.  I had had orgasms before, but 
nothing like this!  I knew that Daddy wouldn't have been able to 
pull out THIS time, even if he had been planning to; my cunny was 
squeezing him so tightly, that there was no way he could pull out 
before he filled my vagina with squirt after thick sticky squirt 
of his sperm.  Not that Daddy tried.








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     Feeling me going into spasms around him, was the last straw 
for Daddy.  I felt my father's prick get abruptly bigger inside 
me, as he jammed it as far up in my belly as he could.  With a 
bellow that almost matched my screech, Daddy suddenly began 
spasming my tight little slit full of load after load of thick 
greasy cum.  He didn't try to pull out this time like he usually 
did, either.  Instead, he kept forcing his prick as far up inside 
me with each incestuous squirt, as he could.
     I couldn't help myself.  My arms and legs automatically 
wrapped themselves around my father's body and legs, until he 
couldn't have gotten away if he had tried. . . Which he didn't.
     Each time my vagina would clench and squeeze on my father's 
thick prick, Daddy would respond by sending yet another healthy 
squirt of sperm jetting against my cervix.  On and on it went; 
with neither one of us wanting it to stop, until my legs were 
aching with cramps, and Daddy was aching with dry squirts of 
sperm he no longer had; trying to send one last surge of baby- 
making cum into his daughter's womb.
     "Oh gee Daddy," I said, as I felt the last sticky drops of 
my father's precious sperm oozing into my receptive young womb, 
"that was. . . that was wonderful.  Thank you."
     "Whoooo!  Thank YOU," he replied, trying to catch his 
breath, while keeping his prick buried in my snatch.  It's SO 
nice to feel your lover still inside you, after you get your 
rocks off.  Knowing Daddy's sperm was still inside me too, was 
icing on the cake. . . Which reminded me:
     "I hope I'm pregnant now," I said, hoping Daddy didn't get 
another attack of conscience, and get mad at me for "enticing" 
him on.  He didn't.
     "Well," he chuckled, "if not, I'm sure your mother will see 
to it that I keep on fucking you until you are."
     "Daddee!" I objected.  But you know what?  He was right.

























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