                              
                          Lawyers!
                             14
                       An Erotic Story
     
     I blame William Jefferson Clinton.
     Oh, not for "lying under oath" as some of his more
despicable enemies claim he did; but for making weasel-
worded lawyering something the President of the United
States raised to a high art.  If wasn't for the way Clinton
made describing *exactly* what you do in sex have to be
completely specific, we wouldn't be in the fix we are right
now.
     Of course, what would you really expect from a lawyer
and a politician?  No, he didn't exactly *lie*.  In fact,
considering his exact words, he told the literal and exact
truth when he said (and here I quote), "I did not have
sexual relations with that woman."
     Now many people *think* Clinton said, "I didn't have
sex with that woman."  But, if you listen to the recording
yourself, what he *said* was what I quoted above; and they
are *not* the same thing; though many people seem to think
so.  At the time Clinton was being asked if he had sexual
intercourse with Monica Lewinski ... and he hadn't.  A blow-
job is *not* sexual intercourse!  So, Bill Clinton lawyered
his way out of a tight spot by saying (truthfully, but
deceptively) that he hadn't had "sexual relations" with
Monica ... a close call; but not *quite* a lie.
     Previous to the president's example, I don't think
anybody in our family would have even thought of being that
picky and precise about what we did or did not consider
things like "incest", "fucking", or "having sexual
intercourse".  Not me, not Cathy, and for sure not my wife.
But once the method became acceptable, and even endorsed by
the President of the United States of America ....
     Now I'm not a pedophile; but sometimes I can see how
some men get to be that way; especially when young girls
start getting interested in their bodies and even begin
*flaunting* them at the boys, or even at fully adult men
sometimes.  Men can't help responding to the apparent
availability of nubile young females in the prime of their
sexuality and fertility.  Well, that's "apparent"
availability.  Everybody knows those sexy young girls are
mainly just trying out their bodies to see if they attract
men ... which they do.  Most aren't ready yet to actually
have sexual relations with real men.
     Still, it's hard to ignore.
     It's even harder to ignore when you're raising one of
those wonderful creatures yourself; though you try.  Even a
baby-girl has a slit which you have to wipe while changing
diapers.  You bury the thought of what that tiny slit will
be taking inside it when the child grows up deep in the back
of your head; reminding yourself that this is your *baby*,
not some neighbor's horny little girl that will soon grow up
loving to have sex, to fuck and to be-fucked; eventually
having babies of her own ... grandchildren her parents will
then grow to love just like she will.
     After a while you brainwash yourself into believing
that cute little girls like your daughter just don't think
of sex like horny old men do.
     Yes, even when your cute and even sexy young daughter
climbs on your lap at seven or eight years old; short little
skirt barely hiding her silky panties, gives you a big kiss
on the mouth more like a "grownup" like her mother does;
then begs, "Daddy?  Will you marry me when I grow up?"
     Instead of thinking of the pleasures of the marriage-
bed with a young teenager (like the child will soon be), you
instead feel flattered that your own daughter looks upon you
as the kind of man she'd want to have around her for life.
The girl doesn't even know about making babies; and you're
not about to spoil the child's innocence ... yet, anyway.
     It gets harder though, when the child approaches
puberty and starts wearing clothes more intended to attract
men like a flower or honey does bees.  Short little skirts
or tight and even shorter pants decorate the child's bottom,
and tiny bandeaus or tank-tops cover yet draw even more
attention to the tiny buds on your daughter's chest; showing
where breasts will soon develop, and the youngster will
eventually be nursing kids of her very own.
     When the girl reaches puberty however, it gets
impossible to ignore that this "girl" is now becoming a
woman.  Breasts develop into lovely firm mounds that men
ache to suckle like babies themselves.  The hips fill out
and the ass firms.  Waists actually seem to narrow.  The
child develops fur on her vagina; and even starts to
menstruate; announcing like the clanging of a bell to her
parents the now-woman's incipient fertility and danger of
letting the girl loose unchaperoned with boys her own age
who are also feeling the urges of puberty, yet without the
control of those same urges that an older man has.  Yet
*still* you don't really think of your own daughter as a
solution to your own similar urges; even when the girl
prances by you in the house wearing nothing but bra-and-
panties; or sometimes even less when going to or coming from
taking a shower.  No, you put away the urge to climb in bed
with the girl, slip your swollen meat up inside your
daughter's now-fertile young slit, and push it so far up
inside the girl she would feel it in her chest, before
dumping thick heavy wads of sperm-laden baby-goo so far up
inside the kid's developing young womb the girl would be
having her own little baby brothers and sisters for the next
twenty years.  After all, the girl is your *daughter*, for
Christ's sake!
     It's hard to ignore completely though; and if your wife
gets a bit extra after you run into the girl only partially
wearing a towel after taking a bath; well women have known
and appreciated their men having sexual thoughts about their
little girls for millennia if not longer.  I knew Marie
realized my own involuntary reaction to our little girl's
developing fertility ... just not how *much* so.  I
certainly never thought of my horny wife still dreaming
about making out with her own dad.  I mean: Teenagers just
don't dream about their own parents like they do when 8, 10,
or even 12 years old.  We're no longer the people who know
all, see everything, and somebody to come to for advice.
Instead, Mom and Dad get to be "old fogeys" (or whatever the
current term is) who know nothing about kids her age, their
needs, what they do with each other, their music, or even
school.  Most certainly kids don't think about (and try
desperately *not* to think about) their own parents and sex.
I think most kids suspect their parents are still virgins
and completely ignorant about sex; even with their own
existence to the contrary.  Still, it gets hard to ignore,
even for a teenager, when your parents (like me and Marie)
head off to the bedroom and _lock the door_; let alone the
bed furiously squeaking soon afterwards.  I never even gave
a thought to the fact of what such activity would hint to
our own daughter, when the commonest time for Marie and I to
get some "private time" would be right after Cathy had shown
off her new outfit, walked by wearing next-to-nothing, done
"the splits" in her new cheerleading outfit, or was wearing
her latest bikini that was even more revealing than the
towel after a shower.
     I also never gave a thought to the idea that perhaps
such displays were *deliberate*.  After all, Cathy was my
*daughter*.  Daughters don't get the hots for their own
fathers, do they?  Once you've brainwashed yourself for
years to *not* think of your little girl sexually, it's
quite hard to even think of the fact that nobody has been
brainwashing the child to think the same way.  Luckily (or
perhaps not so luckily, considering) my wife wasn't nearly
so blind to Cathy's developing sexual interests as I was.
     "Sweet Sixteen" they call the age.  I don't know so
much about "sweet".  Cathy was much more the sweet child at
eight, ten, or even twelve.  Now she was erotic, sexy, a
young woman, and beautiful.  Worse yet, Cathy was nubile,
horny, and as far as I knew, still a virgin.  What girl is
still a virgin at even *thirteen*, for cripe's sake these
days?  How Cathy had managed to remain in that state for
three years past when most girls were having full sexual
relations with adult male partners, I couldn't figure out.
     Yes, I *knew* Cathy was still a virgin.  No, it didn't
take me sticking a finger up my own daughter's tight little
twat to know that, either; just pointed observation.  Cathy
was *not* on the pill, menstruating regularly; and I knew
was *not* the kind to have "one night stands" with boys or
tease them either.  She didn't even have a "steady
boyfriend" yet; though she'd dated a few times.  I was also
aware, from eavesdropping shamelessly, that my daughter
didn't like even the thought of using condoms; as if they
were obscene.  When Cathy eventually did have sexual
intercourse, it would be bareback and without creams,
condoms, or even a diaphragm getting in the way of the
potent sperm-laden baby-cream her (eventual) lover would
soon be injecting deep inside her waiting and presumably
eager fertility.  Being careful *when* she had sex would be
the only sop to "family planning" the girl was going to
take.  Still, luckily on that matter, Cathy's periods had
been amazingly stable; always being within a day of the 29
day average.
     I presumed, from other overheard comments, that Cathy
either already did, or eventually would "take care of" any
prospective boyfriends' needs by using her hand or even
pouty young mouth, if necessary.  Our daughter wasn't the
type to cheat an innocent young boy out of sexual relief
after she'd teased the poor kid all night long with her sexy
young body.  Still, at sixteen, both I and my wife were
quite well aware that Cathy wouldn't be able to resist the
temptations of her _own_ body for that much longer either.
     My wife, it soon appeared, was far more aware of this
situation than I was.  "John ... *John*," she whispered
urgently; interrupting my private fantasy where about six
young girls Cathy's age or a slight bit older were urging me
to fuck, cum in, and knock up another younger girl who
wanted to join in the orgy and be a member of the "team".
Yeah, right.  As if any girl that age would be interested in
fucking an old fart like me.  Oh, not that 37 is *that* old;
and my wife Marie even thinks I look "distinguished" ...
whatever that means.  An entire stable of nubile, sexy, and
fertile young girls all urging each other to have completely
unprotected sexual intercourse with me?  Get real.  Still,
it does make for a nice jack-off fantasy.
     Marie lets me jack off regularly; not even feeling
"cheated" by my doing so.  I need sexual relief about three
to five times a day ... sometimes on exceptional days as
many as seven or more.  While not exactly undersexed, my
still horny wife gets by with once or twice a day ... three
when *she* is overly horny; and as little as twice a week or
so when not-so.  Sometimes she even helps me out; like right
now.
     "Come quick," she prompted; still keeping her voice
down.  "It's Cathy," she explained.
     Oh God.  There I was, naked on the bed, with a stiff
prick leaking pre-cum and almost ready to squirt; and my
wife says our daughter needs me?  "Um ... I'd better ...," I
protested; looking sadly at the floor where my clothes lay
in disarray.  Damn, but I hated to get dressed right then.
Still, barging in on Cathy while stark naked ....
     "Don't be silly," Marie interrupted my thoughts of
getting dressed, or at least partially so.  "Come just as
you are."
     "Uh but ...."
     "Come ON!" she urged; still keeping her voice down.
"Cathy needs you."
     Well, if our daughter needed me *that* much ... Still,
why all the secrecy?  A parent's duties though, are ones you
take up and never let down.  Sighing, I followed my wife
back down the hall; glancing back somewhat regretfully at
the clothes now strewn messily alongside the bed.
     "Shhh," Marie hushed me.  "Look ... and *listen*," she
heavily emphasized the second word.
     Oh My God!  I'm sure it comes as no surprise to you,
reading this, but it sure did to ME.  My sixteen year old
daughter, Cathy, was lying on her bed, stark staring naked,
legs spread, crotch facing the door (and thus me), finger
not exactly *up* inside her creaming little baby-hole, but
diddling the top and occasionally dipping down lower and
rubbing the lips.  My little girl was *masturbating*.
Involuntarily my prick, which had wilted almost to a nubbin,
came to full and erect attention.
     "Why did you ...?"  I started to ask angrily why my
wife had interrupted our little girl in the privacy of her
own time.  After all, we didn't expect the girl to peek in
on *us*!  (Though, thinking about it later on, the teenager
probably did ... and all the time.)
     "Shhh!   Just *listen*," my wife repeated.
     So, I did.  I shouldn't have, but I did.
     "Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy ... PLEASE, Daddy?"
     Oh shit.  NOW I saw what my wife was so concerned
about.  Cathy was having erotic thoughts about ME.  Did she
possibly think I had been seducing the girl?  Even if not,
how were we supposed to keep our daughter from having sexual
fantasies about her own father?  Punish her?  I couldn't
think properly; the girl's squirming on the bed arousing me
in a way a father just isn't supposed to think about his own
baby girl.
     Far from desiring to quash our daughter's sexual
fantasies about her own father, Marie had other ideas ...
Ideas that I blame on our modern society, and yes on people
like Bill Clinton who made them seem acceptable and even
normal.  Sex isn't *bad* like we were taught as youngsters.
It's normal, acceptable, and even *healthy* for you.
However, you just *don't* have sex with your own kids.
     Well ... I didn't ... not *quite* anyway; and not if
you accept the president's definition exactly.  Well, OK,
you might say I *did* "have sex" with Cathy that day; if you
really want to be a stickler.
     Being equally sticklish, I didn't have real sexual
intercourse with my own daughter.  That is: I didn't exactly
*fuck* the girl; slipping my prick up inside her, sliding in
and out, and ejaculating my sperm inside her waiting
fertility in an attempt to knob the kid with my baby.  After
all, that's what *fucking* or "sexual intercourse" is.  I
didn't do that exactly ... quite ... not completely anyway.
God, this weasel-worded lawyering!  Bill Clinton has a lot
to pay for.
     "Well?" prompted my wife.  "Aren't you going to help
the girl out?"
     At my weakly astonished, "But I can't ...," she
snorted.  "I didn't say *fuck* the girl.  Just jack off on
... or better yet, inside her."
     "Uh ...."
     "Oh, Jesus Christ," snorted Marie in disgust.  "Look
how your little girl is holding herself open for you," she
pointed out.  "I know you can't exactly fuck the kid ... yet
anyway; but the least you can do is make it as exciting for
Cathy as it is for you."
     Damn, I really have to admit it *was* exciting.  Cathy
was rubbing her slick little tube of a clit furiously;
almost doing the splits in a demonstration of, "Young girl
getting herself off for her father," that could have been
put in a museum.  To my astonishment I could see almost four
inches up inside the girl as her spread legs and fingers
pulled open her baby-tube and provided a view of her innards
that few fathers ever got of their little girls.  I could
even see the wet pinkness of Cathy's cervix making
concentric circles like a pink target inside the youngster;
almost winking back at me; begging for me to slide my prick
up inside her belly and ....
     My mind just wouldn't go past that.
     However, my prick was working quite well; and by this
time was pretty much in control.  Yeah, "The little head
thinking for the big head."  Surprisingly, this seemed to be
almost exactly what my wife wanted.
     "That's right," she encouraged; seeing me almost
unconsciously stroking my prick as I got closer to Cathy.
Marie actually encouraged me to move between our daughter's
legs as the girl got closer to climax ... and I'll admit I
did too.  Heck, I'd been fairly close *before* the
interruption; and seeing Cathy spread out there in complete
dishabille and erotically working herself off ... Well, it
was all I could do to keep from sinking my swollen and now
cum-leaking prick to the hilt in the girl and ejaculating so
much sperm in the kid she'd be having my babies for the next
ten years.
     "Uh, uh, uh, Daddy.  Oh please, Daddy" Cathy whined;
bucking her hips up so the tip of my penis actually touched
the bottom of the opening to her tight little vagina.
"Please, Daddy?" she whimpered in frustration.
     "Oh God, I can't," I groaned.  "I can't fuck my own
kid."
     "Please, Daddy?"
     Even just being that close to Cathy, with my prick-head
just an inch or two away from her wide-open vagina was
getting to be too much.  "Oh shit," I groaned, "I'm gonna
...."
     "Do it," encouraged Marie, surprisingly.  At my
startled look she explained, "You don't have to *fuck* the
kid ... just cum in her."
     Huh?
     "Well, as long as you don't have actual sexual-
intercourse with her, it's not exactly incest ... is it?"
     "But ...."
     "Just aim it at her hole; and Cathy can enjoy feeling
your sperm inside her vagina ... As long as you don't
exactly fuck her, what's the problem?"  My wife's logic was
fully as twisted as Bill Clinton's at its very worst.
     "But ... What if she ... I mean, I could ...."
     My wife wasn't listening; and neither was my prick.  I
felt the first thin trickle of ... something ... spit
through the tip of my prick and dribble down ... actually
*dripping into Cathy's open vagina*!!  Oh shit!
     "Don't worry about *that*," my wife told me; seeming to
be as fascinated by my precum (or whatever) dripping into
our daughter's waiting hole as I was.  "Cathy's period was
just a few days ago; so today's about as safe a time as you
could get."  Marie seemed to think a bit before adding,
"Besides, unless you actually fuck her and cum in her that
way, there isn't much chance anyway.  I read the other day
that `virgin birth' is just an urban legend.  So, go ahead
and squirt her ... Cathy needs it."
     Oh shit.  My mind tried to refute this twisted logic;
but my penis refused to cooperate.  Before I could stop
myself I felt another surge of something ripple through my
dong and spit out the tip.  Not a tiny dribble this time;
but a real and true ejaculation.  Most of it missed Cathy's
hole; a small amount of white goo puddling on her belly;
even more whitewashing my daughter's pink and slippery clit
where her fingers rubbed it in; and possibly as much as a
third actually spitting inside the girl's hole; still held
open in invitation.  I could actually *see* that tiny amount
sinking into my daughter's vagina and puddling up next to
the young woman's cervix.
     "Aim lower," panted my wife.  "Squirt it right up
inside her."
     "Please, Daddy?"
     What could I say?  With my own horny and oversexed wife
actually encouraging me to ejaculate my cum inside the
child's body and sperm our little girl's womb with hot
sticky wads of incestuous seed, I did it.  Stepping closer
and correcting my aim about a half-inch lower, the next
thick surge of cum spit straight out the glans of my swollen
penis ... and right into the soft pink wetness of my own
nubile young daughter's developing fertility.
     "Do it, do it, do it," prompted Marie.
     "Please, Daddy?" whined Cathy.
     Yes, I really did it.  Surge after surge, squirt after
thick gooey squirt, and gob after thick greasy gob of
incestuous cum spat out of my jerking prick and into the
soft pink hole of my own child's open, receptive, and
fertile young vagina; while the girl held herself open for
me to cum inside and my own wife encouraged me to inseminate
the kid with my cum ... just teeming with millions upon
millions of incestuous and baby-making sperm.
     No, I didn't fuck the kid ... I didn't really even have
sexual relations with my daughter ... but I *did* sperm the
kid's belly with incestuous seed.
     Surprisingly, even after cumming in what felt like
buckets, so my balls has a pleasingly satiated if not
completely empty feeling, my prick still stayed relatively
hard.  Well, it was kind of hard *not* to be a bit sexually
excited about seeing my own daughter on the bed, legs
spread, and my own sticky white semen oozing out of the hole
between the child's legs, as Cathy herself rubbed her tiny
clit with the gooey material and tried for yet another
climax ... this time with her own father's seed soaking into
her womb.
     "Mmm," she almost purred.  "Thanks, Daddy."
     "Now push it up inside her," prompted Marie.
     "Huh?"  The gooey stuff looked to have filled our
daughter's vagina about as thoroughly as it could without me
....
     "Take your prick, and push your sperm up inside Cathy,"
amplified my wife.
     "But that would be ...."  I didn't have to point out to
my own wife that sliding my prick inside my own daughter
*would* be having sexual intercourse (and thus incest) with
the kid, did I?
     "If you just push it up inside Cathy and don't slide in
and out," explained Marie," then you're not exactly fucking
the girl, are you?"
     "But, but ... Isn't that in itself having intercourse
with my daughter?"
     "By `having intercourse', you mean fucking Cathy, don't
you?" asked Marie, in her best lawyer attitude.
     "Well, yes, but ...."
     "And `fucking' is when a man slides his prick in and
out of a girl; *not* just putting it inside her," she
continued inexorably.
     "Well, no but ..."
     "So, as long as you don't slide in and out of Cathy,
but just push your prick all the way up inside her so the
girl can feel it, you won't exactly be having `real sex'
with her, will you?"
     "Ah ...."
     "Oh shut up, and just do it."
     I "just did it".  Guiltily, but unable to stop, I
fisted my still-hard prick up against the open hole leading
into my daughter's body ... and slid home inside the girl;
lubricated by the thick gooey semen I'd already deposited
inside the kid; and yes, pushing home a thick white flood of
sperm-laden semen that couldn't make it out around the
piston-like entrance of my engorged prick.  Oh God, but did
that feel good!
     Cathy whimpered but pushed back at me; giving a slight
little yelp as the swollen head of my engorged dong snapped
past a minor interior obstruction.  I guess Cathy still
*had* been a virgin; even with tampon use and possibly hot-
dogs or other experiments like fingers and such.  Nothing as
big as my prick had ever stretched the girl inside; leaving
a tiny remnant of her hymen for her own daddy to slip past
as a final gift for both of us to enjoy knowing I was the
first man to bury his prick inside her body and fill the
teenager's womb with hot, sticky, and incestuous baby-making
sperm.
     That knowledge, combined with the absolutely
*incredible* feel of my own teenaged daughter's tight little
baby-tube clamping and squeezing on my prick, her cervix
bumping against the tip of my dong, and her body jerking
underneath me, was enough to make me do it again!
     "Oh God," I repeated.  "I'm ...."
     By the time I managed to croak the words, I *was* doing
it again ... only this time I was ejaculating *inside* my
own daughter; instead of just squirting thick gooey seed up
her tight little hole from the outside.
     "Do it," encouraged Marie; voice thick with lust as she
watched me inseminate our sixteen year old daughter with
incestuous sperm-laden seed.  "Cum in her.  Cathy needs it."
     I was too involved in ejaculating thick viscous wads of
sperm-laden baby-goo deep inside my own baby girl's fertile
young body to even think of objecting, discussing the
possible pregnancy consequences, or the idea that if this
wasn't exactly fucking my daughter, then what the hell was?
     Marie was ... thinking of those exact things.  "It's
OK," she soothed my incipient worries.  "As long as you just
push up *hard* inside Cathy, and don't slide in and out,
it's not exactly `fucking', now is it?  So you can cum in
her as hard and often as you want to.  Since it's about as
safe a time to cum inside the kid as there possibly is, why
not enjoy it ... Cathy sure is!"
     "Oh, Daddy," sighed the girl in question; now weakly
pushing back at me each time I sent yet another sticky surge
of family seed spurting thickly and wetly into her belly.
"Thanks, Daddy."  From the way Cathy acted, talked, and
milked my prick each time it spat still another gooey squirt
of incestuous cum inside her body, it was quite obvious my
wife was definitely right about our daughter enjoying her
first fuck with her own father.
     ... Only ... It wasn't *quite* a "fuck" yet, was it?  I
was oh so *tempted* to pull back out most of the way, slide
back in, and repeat the process a dozen or more times; so
that I actually *would* have been fucking Cathy; letting the
girl know exactly what is so wonderful about sex, incest,
and yes, *fucking* her own father.  But ... I didn't.  Some
tiny measure of sanity remained.  So far we'd skated on the
hairy edge of "real incest".
     Somehow I managed to extract my now-wilting prick from
inside my daughter.  Cathy's tiny hole seemed to clasp it
and hang onto it forever; almost turning inside out as it
tried to hold the welcome intruder inside her body where it
felt so good.  I think Cathy herself consciously milked and
*squeezed* on my exiting prick; actually trying to get every
precious drop of family seed and fatherly sperm inside her
body that she could.
     And that was it ... For the moment, at least.
     For the next hour all three of us just sat there and
talked ... talked about school, my job, Cathy's schoolmates,
my wife's business, the weather, our plans for the summer
... anything and everything *but* the fact that all three of
us were completely stark naked together, Cathy was lying
there on the bed looking freshly-fucked by her own father,
hips raised now on a pillow, a "creamy pie" of thick white
semen oozing out of her smeary/messy vagina, paternal sperm-
filled cum soaking into her fertile young womb, and that she
was still diddling herself with one finger on her clit and
sometimes dipping that finger or another inside her baby-
hole; occasionally even pushing a bit of the now-congealing
glop back up inside herself when it threatened to leak down
past her cute little butt and onto the bed.
     It was a little over an hour later when my pervert of a
wife noticed that my prick was once again stiffening while I
idly stroked it almost in time with Cathy's rubs of her pink
and slippery little diamond of a clit.  "Are you going to
just waste that?" Cathy inquired; looking pointedly at the
slippery pre-cum leaking from the tip of my once-again
rampant and swollen dong.
     "Uh ...."  Even after that incredible first experience
with Cathy, I still found it hard to believe my wife would
actually want me to ....
     "Just slide it up inside Cathy, and give it to *her*,"
emphasized Marie.  "Just remember not to slide in and out,
so you won't actually be fucking the girl."
     Oh God.  However, the idea was too tempting.  Cathy had
rolled back, legs spread in invitation, and my wife was
encouraging me to sperm our little girl's developing young
womb again.  Who was I to fight fate?  Yeah, I did it.
While (again) I didn't exactly *fuck* my daughter, I
certainly came about as close to doing so as a man can get.
I got on top of Cathy, fit my swollen and now cum-leaking
prick up against her tight little slit, slid my penis home
inside my own daughter's body, and yes, ejaculated still
more of my hot steaming cum just filled with incestuous
sperm inside the child's womb; forcing my engorged dong as
far up inside Cathy's body as it would go, while I unloaded
my prostate into the kid's belly in an almost-attempt at
procreation with my own daughter ... or at least as close as
I could get at the time.  God, did that feel good, as each
thick white stream of baby-goo spat through the tube on the
bottom of my prick, out the head, and into the soft young
belly and waiting fertility of my own baby-girl.  All the
while Cathy herself was mewling, wailing, clamping,
squeezing, and begging me to dump still more of my potent
and virile incest-cream into her tight little slit; while my
horny wife actually encouraged me to do just that.
     After that, I was pretty much done for the day.
*THREE* fucking times in less than two hours.  I hadn't cum
*that* often even on the night Marie and I first got married
... though I'll admit we tried.  Seven times in the first
two days though, was all we managed ... Well, OK ... Marie
got off close to ten times ... but who's counting or keeping
score?
     The next thing I knew, it was the middle of the night,
all three of us were cuddled up together on Cathy's bed, my
wife was snoring, Cathy was breathing softly between the two
of us, there was one incredible wet spot in the middle of
the bed where Cathy was sleeping, and I had to go pee
something terribly.  Somehow all three of us had missed
supper; completely exhausted by that incredibly orgy.
     After getting back from dropping what felt like ten
gallons of piss, I was sorely *tempted* to wake both Marie
and Cathy up so we could sleep in the much more comfortable
space of the Master Bedroom ... where also the sheets were
much drier.  However, watching the two women I loved
sleeping so peacefully and innocently, I couldn't bring
myself to disturb them.  Surprisingly, thinking about my
sexy little girl sleeping there next to me with millions of
my sperm wriggling up inside her developing young womb
didn't get me sexually excited as you might expect.  Instead
I just felt, well, *protective* of the young woman who might
be carrying my child in her belly.  I cuddled up "spoon
fashion" to my little girl, cupped one firm, nubile, and
delicious young titty in my horny big hand, and went back to
sleep myself.  I presume each of the other two also visited
the toilet sometime during the night; both returning to bed
without waking me.
     However, it was Cathy returning to her bed and arousing
Marie to visit the bathroom that woke me up in the morning
... probably about 7:30 or 8:00, which was a bit early for a
weekend.  That, of course, triggered *my* need to go; and I
returned to the girl's bedroom for a second; just prior to
heading to "our" bedroom to get dressed.  Only Marie
wouldn't put up with that.  "Cathy's feeling a bit down,"
she stopped me.
     Oh shit.  Now I felt *really* guilty about near-fucking
the girl the previous night.  Cathy was going to hate me
forever for taking her virginity; and worse-yet cumming
inside her without even using precautions!
     "Cathy feels sure that you are going to blame *her* for
using you to help her get off last night," Marie explained.
"She feels you're going to hate her for forcing you into
incest ... that you only did it for HER sake, not because
you liked it."
     Huh?
     "Now you get over there and *show* that poor child you
really did like having your prick inside your own daughter's
tight little hole, and even enjoyed ejaculating your cum
right up inside her vagina yesterday."  Marie looked at my
gaping face; then shoved me over to Cathy's side, where the
child was holding her legs open hopefully; but still with
tears in her eyes.  "You don't have to, if you don't want
to, Daddy," she whimpered; another big drop forming at the
corner of one eye and streaking down her cheek.
     What's a father to do?  Well, you *aren't* supposed to
fuck your own kid; though that seemed to be what would have
made Cathy feel best right about then.  It's a shame they
put such a bias against incest.  Still, I did what I *could*
and what I was *allowed to*; without actually fucking the
kid.  Yes, I climbed on top of Cathy; slid my prick home in
my daughter's belly; and then lay there on top of the
teenager while Cathy worked her vaginal muscles up and down
my penis until the stimulation got to be too much.  I pushed
up *hard* inside the kid; unloading gob after gooey white
gob of incestuous sperm-filled semen deep inside my own sexy
young daughter's waiting fertility.  Squirt after aching
squirt, blob after blob, jet after jet, and stream after
sticky white stream of pearly white baby-goo spat out of my
prick and into my daughter's flat little belly until it felt
like I had been pumping hot sticky baby-cream inside the
girl's sexy young tummy and tight little baby-tube for hours
... though likely only a minute or so at most.
     "Oh God, is that good," was the first intelligible
thing I could say after emptying my prostate in my
daughter's belly.
     "Oooohh, thanks, Daddy," cooed Cathy; pushing her
crotch back at mine to capture the last sticky drop of baby-
goo I had inside me.
     "We'd better get that cum out of Cathy before it's too
late and she gets knocked-up by her own father," commented
Marie; the first *sane* words by any of us about the sexual
activity between me and Cathy since I first jacked-off and
deposited my seed inside the child's belly the night before.
     Groans of vague agreement from my daughter and myself.
Still, it took almost ten minutes before either of us could
extricate ourselves from the bed and head into the bathroom.
I followed Cathy; expecting her mother to show our daughter
how to douche; and then have Cathy take a shower; followed
by me, and then finally Marie, in order of necessity.
     Instead, Marie motioned Cathy into the tub; and me in
behind her, while commenting and explaining: "They say that
douching is actually almost as likely to force a man's sperm
up *inside* a girl as wash it out," she told us.  "However,
I was reading the other day about how the shape of a man's
penis has that barbed-hook on the end ... and they tested
and found out it's *designed* to remove semen from inside a
girl; acting like a pump to extract another man's sperm from
inside a fertile female, so the man will have a better
chance of fathering *his* children on the girl instead of
somebody else."  Marie looked at me from outside the tub,
hands on hips, expectantly.  "Well?" she prompted, "Get in
there, and do your job."
     I thought about this morning and all the previous
night, where we had been oh-so-careful not to do that very
thing.  "But wouldn't I then be ...."
     "... Fucking Cathy?"  Marie almost sneered.  "Don't be
silly,  You'll just be cleaning your daughter out like a man
should; to keep the kid from getting pregnant.  It's *not*,"
she explained, "as if you were intending to cum inside Cathy
again and actually trying to knob the kid with your baby."
     Uh ....
     Somehow, once again I found myself following my wife's
twisted logic about what was and was-not actually "fucking"
our teenaged daughter.  Moving up behind Cathy, who
obediently (and all too eagerly it seemed to me anyway) bent
over; I fisted my now half-hard prick, fit it up against the
girl's fuzzy and still leaking little slit from behind, and
slid all the way home inside her.  No worries this time
about only pushing inside her, or not sliding in and out.
Instead, I did just that; pumping my swollen and pulsing
prick in and out of Cathy like a dog humping a girl's leg.
Cathy groaned and pushed back at me just as hard, with each
shove I made inside her body.
     Surprisingly, Marie's assertion that pumping my prick
in and out of the girl would empty the kid of incestuous
semen actually seemed to work ... up to a point.  Slippery
wet slime pumped out of Cathy's hole with each slide into
the girl and each pull out.  I felt I was actually doing
some good instead of just fucking my own daughter.
Somewhere in that glorious pumping I felt an unmistakable
tingle in my penis; and groaned, "Oh God ... I'm going to
...," warning both Marie and Cathy of my pending eruption.
     "Oh, go ahead and squirt the kid," sighed Marie, almost
in exasperation.  "One more cum inside her won't hurt."
     "Please, Daddy?" whimpered Cathy; now caught up in her
own climax; her clasping young baby-hole rippling and
squeezing on my embedded spike like an expensive milking-
machine as my horny and nubile young daughter worked herself
on and off the swollen dong now pleasuring her insides so
wonderfully.  "Do it in me ... just this once, Daddy ...
Please?"
     Damn me, but I did.  Pushing in one last time I felt a
surge come from my toes, through my testicles, up my
prostate, through the tube of my traitor penis, out the tip,
and into my daughter's waiting, squeezing, and eager
fertility.  Only one, then two thick squirts; and I was done
in after emptying my prostate in the kid five times now in
less than twelve hours.  My prostate actually *ached* from
trying to pump more sperm-laden semen into my sexy young
daughter's belly than I would produce in the next week or
two.
     I barely managed to make two hurried plunges and pumps
into Cathy; working out the last dregs of incestuous seed
I'd deposited in the girl's tummy before my traitorous prick
completely wilted and fell out of her vagina; followed by
what seemed like a veritable flood of incestuous baby-goo.
However, *after* that first flood of sticky cream, very
little else followed; so I suppose my prick actually *did*
do its job of cleaning out our daughter's insides of sticky
cum.
     Surprising that.  My wife, it seems, was right again.
     After that, we just showered up, left my wife for *her*
shower, got dressed, and were already eating breakfast by
the time Marie arrived.  And ... that pretty much was that,
as far as actual sexual activity goes that day.
     Still later, all three of us sat down and discussed
sex, how babies are made, how darned *close* Cathy and I had
come to having full sexual intercourse, how if we did
continue it would be incest, how even as it was there was a
*slight* chance she could be pregnant with her own brother
or sister; and how dangerous it would be if we didn't stop
right then before we couldn't resist and the next thing we
knew I was on top of Cathy, pumping my baby in her belly;
ejaculating my sperm in her womb, and the girl would be
having her own baby-sister nine months later, because that
*would* be fucking the girl, having sexual relations with
her, and not just close to it like Bill Clinton came *close*
to having sex with Monica.  We even discussed how in a few
years, once Cathy turned 21, or at least 18 anyway, how if
she still wanted a baby by me, then we *might* think about
doing it "for real".
     No, Cathy did *not* get pregnant that day.  Marie was
right; and it was the wrong time of the month for Cathy.
     However ... A week and a half later, Cathy actually
*did* get pregnant by me; when not a single one of the three
of us could resist doing the same thing all over again;
repeating the entire process of starting out with me jacking-
off in the kid's open and ready young baby-hole, through my
cumming in thick heavy squirts of potent baby-goo right up
inside our daughter's now ovulating and fertile vagina, and
then finishing up the next morning by "cleaning Cathy out
thoroughly" with my prick; only this time with me dumping
*six* hot sticky loads of incestuous sperm-laden cum inside
our horny daughter's eager and fertile young belly instead
of only five.  It was just *too* tempting for me, for Marie,
and especially for Cathy herself; who came leaking tears
into our bedroom about ten days later, stark naked, sexually
frustrated, pleading, whining, and begging, "Please, Daddy?"
Like I said above, we just couldn't resist.  Well, who
could?
     There's something incredibly wonderful about the
feeling you get when ejaculating inside your own daughter's
fertile young belly; jerking hot sticky sperm-laden gobs of
baby-cream deep inside the child's clamping and clutching
vagina; as your horny young daughter milks your cum-
squirting prick with her tight little hole for each precious
drop of seed you have to give the child.  It just cannot be
described to any man who hasn't felt his own little girl
cramping and squeezing around her father as she milks his
spasming prick for the thick gooey gobs of incestuous sperm-
filled cum inside his body; mewling and begging for you to
squirt each hot sticky drop as far up inside her tight
little baby-tube as the two of you can get it to go.  At the
same time your daughter is kissing you, hugging you, telling
you how much she loves you, how wonderful it feels to have
you inside her body like that, how much she *wants* you to
cum inside her; squirming around your prick in an erotic
dance that only fathers who truly love their little girls
will ever fully appreciate.  After all, isn't that *why*
they call it "making love"?
     Two days later, I slid my prick into Cathy as deep as I
could; holding still while my daughter milked me off with
her tight little cunny.  We just couldn't resist taking one
last chance.  After that, the three of us looked at each
other; quite embarrassed about the enormous chance we were
taking.  Between the three of us, we decided that maybe it
would be best if Cathy went on the Pill after her next
period; because we all knew we wouldn't be able to resist
going further.  Only ... Cathy didn't *get* a next period.
After she got pregnant things were different.  Once we were
sure that Cathy was pregnant, it seemed rather silly going
through all that rigamarole of "not having sexual relations
with my daughter".  So yes, after *that*, we actually fucked
and had full sexual intercourse, with me sliding in and out
and then *deliberately* squirting hot sticky baby-goo up
inside Cathy's sexy tummy like a man is supposed-to.  Still,
Knocking up Cathy really was all just an accident.  I mean:
You can't really say that I knobbed the kid by fucking my
own daughter, because I didn't actually do that ... did I?
At least not then.
