Message-ID: <30474asstr$990987001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: usenet From: "Frank McCoy" X-Original-Message-ID: <9eptf0$jb1$0@pita.alt.net> Reply-To: mccoyf@millcomm.com Subject: {ASSM} :*NEW*: ADVICE.TXT "Taking my wife's advice" (Mf, incest, cons, preg) x-assm-no-berne-warning: yes Date: Sun, 27 May 2001 14:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates 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. 1  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. 2  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. 3  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. 4  "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. 5  "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. 6  The original poster of this story, Frank McCoy, (Not necessarily the author; as some stories in "The Erotic Story" series posted by him, are NOT written by him ... though most are.) can be reached by responding to this post in the newsgroups, by posting a message to either of the newsgroups alt.fan.frank.mccoy, or alt.sex.stories.d. or by email to: "Frank McCoy" All stories posted by Frank with the Sub-Title, "An Erotic Story" (including this one) are in the Public Domain; and free for any use by anybody. Retaining the title and sub- title, if the story remains unchanged, is requested; but not required. Stories posted by him, that are *NOT* so sub- titled, have copyrights retained by the original authors. Excessive restrictive use by pay-sites as "private" and for- fee stories of the "An Erotic Story" series, will be met by exercising the author's own rights under Public Domain, and posting copies to newsgroups, along with pointers to other free and competing websites. Use of the stories by pay-sites to use as samples however, is actively encouraged as a way to disseminate them freely even further. Please don't flood the groups with multiple copies of the same story week after week. For more stories posted by Frank (some copyrighted, but most not) try: http://www.young-stuff.com/frank/ Or: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Frank_McCoy/index.htm These are both WEB pages; in spite of the FTP label on the asstr site ... though it CAN be accessed by FTP as well. Just point your web-browser at either and get the same data. Or, try Incestgrrl's site. http://www.come.to/incestgrrl (It's not quite as up-to-date; because Frank doesn't maintain her site like the two mirrors.) However, it's free ... and there's lots of other stories there besides his. Check out ASSTR also http://www.asstr-mirror.org Frank also recommends three pay-sites that have helped him on occasion by hosting his stories, or in other manners: Young-Stuff http://www.young-stuff.com Daddy's Girls http://www.daddysgirls.net Mr. Double http://www.mrdouble.com 7 -- +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+