Message-ID: <39190asstr$1036660203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: usenet From: "Frank McCoy" X-Original-Message-ID: Reply-To: mccoyf@millcomm.com X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 7 Nov 2002 04:56:14 GMT x-assm-no-berne-warning: yes Subject: {ASSM} :*NEW*: "Daddy, Please?" [6/?] (Mg, incest, cons, pedo, serial?) X-Original-Subject: :*NEW*: DADYPLS6.TXT "Daddy, Please?" [6/?] (Mg, incest, cons, pedo, serial?) Date: Thu, 7 Nov 2002 04:10:03 -0500 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: gill-bates, dennyw Daddy, Please? An Erotic Story Part 6/?? Well ... It was about 6 months later, a couple months before Sandy's 7th birthday that my daughter's obsession with my "needs" came to a head. 20 Here I had HOPED the little girl would eventually get tired of these "adult games" she was playing; since she didn't have an adult's reasons for wanting to play them. Especially something that most girls her age would view as "nasty", "wicked", or just plain disgusting ... sucking her own father's cock ... the thing that he PEED out of, until he came in thick sticky squirts of gooey cum in her mouth. But (to Marin's considerable amusement) I figured without my daughter's single-mindedness and determination to finish what she started. I also forgot that there was some positive-feedback in the deal for Sandy, as well. Not only did my daughter enjoy the process of making ME feel good ... but she got her jollies too. Like I said before, it was almost impossible to resist the little scamp when she'd approach me, lift up her short little dress, and beg, "Please, Daddy?" in that tone that only little girls can do so well. Yes, Sandy wanted (and got) HER little cunny licked, tickled, stimulated, and probed, almost as often as I got my prick stroked, licked, titillated, and sucked. Also, almost as often as I would find my daughter sucking me off in the morning without even hinting that she wanted reciprocal favors, Sandy would come by in the afternoon, lifting her dress and begging for the licking and loving she desired ... without first getting me off, or often even offering to afterwards ... unless of course, she happened to notice how swollen and stiff I got while tending to her needs. To further keep Sandy from losing interest in sex, fellating her father, and other things I didn't even like to think about ... and hoped were far in the future, I could sense a steady progression through my private "library" ... first of the books on my bed, and then through those buried in boxes down in the basement. The matter, method, and comments Sandy made while sucking her daddy (me) off in the mornings (afternoons, and evenings too) were sometimes hair-raising in their implications about the "needs" of older men like me to have sex with young girls, and the usually gratifying and wonderful results to both father and child of having such sex ... even through and past puberty, with all that implies. Well ... I never SAID the stories I read were exactly unbiased! In fact, many of the stories made it seem that having sex with little girls was not only FUN and NICE for an older man like me, but something quite desirable for the child too. Even (in some of the rarer books or printouts from stories I downloaded from computer sites) things like pregnancy and multi- generational incest, with fathers marrying daughters, granddaughters, nieces, and sisters too, seeming to be touted as not only sane and desirable, but a disappointment, neglect, or even abuse if the older man and his younger female partner did NOT have sex ... and eventually even babies. Luckily, I was able to stall Sandy on THAT matter, as she was not only FAR too young to even think about such things as periods, ovulation, and pregnancy, but was still way too young to even fuck yet. My prick, while not really oversized, WAS an adult-sized item, and way too big to fit inside a little girl like her ... all the stories to the contrary. It would probably be two or three YEARS before I even got the head inside her, for 21 all of Sandy's eagerness to try. As for pregnancy ... Well, we'd worry about THAT, when Sandy started ovulating. Even once we started fucking (and I had NO doubts that the little girl fully planned on having complete vaginal intercourse with me as soon as my prick would physically FIT inside her) it would be at least a couple years before her panties got tight. Before then I could start using a condom, or with Marin's help we could get the child on the pill or something. While at first, the thought of taking a 10-year-old or even younger down to the doctor to get a prescription for birth- control was enough to raise the hackles on my arm; thinking the problem through gave me an obvious solution: Since Marin seemed determined to NOT support me in stopping Sandy in her quest to learn sex as early and completely as possible, then I could certainly press HER into helping Sandy and I avoid the problems that a pregnant preteen would cause. I certainly wasn't about to get force Sandy into carrying my baby, just because the very thought was so erotic as to make my prick ache for hours, every time our daughter made some comment about, "Daddy's Baby," that let me know she had been reading yet another of those damned stories that I SHOULD have disposed of when my wife had asked me. Well, it was WAY too late to put THAT cat back into the bag. As you might guess, two or three times (or probably several more) in the next few months, whenever she got the chance, Sandy TRIED to get my prick inside her. Once, by straining and squeezing the head FIRST, she actually managed to get the tip inside her ... where I could tell it was very uncomfortable for the little girl. Not painful, but not very nice either. That kept me from cumming inside her; which I guess also relieved me from doing more. However, at least twice in that same period I actually DID ejaculate my sperm in the little girl ... where it belonged, right up inside her tight little slit, when she managed to hold me up against herself and jack me off with slippery little fingers before I could stop myself from cumming. God, did that feel GOOD. But I never even hinted about how much I enjoyed actually squirting inside her, or Sandy would probably have insisted I do so all the time. God, it's hard fighting both yourself AND your wife AND your overeager (and possibly oversexed) little girl. I can't say that I didn't enjoy it either. I WANTED to ... But I'm not a liar and hypocrite; especially not to my daughter or wife. I did enjoy every bit of it; from the almost daily blow-jobs, to the jacking off IN her, to the incredibly sexy "chore" of licking my little girl's sweet little cunny until she gasped and clutched my hair, and got her soft release. I'm not SURE in those days if Sandy ever had a real orgasm or not; but she DID get release of some kind. And that release and pleasure almost ensured that Sandy would be back for more ... both the next day, and the days and weeks after that. It seemed I was trapped into something I had previously only dreamed about; and that to most "normal" men might seem like a nightmare. Or ... Perhaps not. Perhaps most "normal" men ALSO have dreams about having sex with little girls ... or even their own daughters. It's certainly not something any man in this society would admit to, though. 22 This situation kept getting more and more intense as the weeks and moths went by; with Sandy trying more and more desperately to get my penis inside her ... and succeeding about as well as getting a marshmallow inside a keyhole (as somebody said in a story once). She seemed so disappointed at not being able to, "Take care of Daddy the PROPER way, with him squirting thick gobs of baby-juice up inside her developing fertility," the way the stories all seemed to imply that girls even three and four years old sometimes did. Well ... Perhaps they did, if the man was hung like a 10-year-old boy. But not if he had a proper- sized penis for a man ... at least 6 inches long, and bigger around than a broom-handle. I never really appreciated Sandy's concern for "my needs"; because as far as I was concerned, I didn't have them! I was already getting far more sex from both Sandy AND my lovely wife than most men ever dream of in fantasies of having a harem! Sex, both giving and getting, two, three, and sometimes FOUR times a day, with both my loving and lovely wife, AND my horny and ever- eager-to-experiment-with-sex, little girl. What more COULD I want? A lot more, according to Sandy. You have to remember what books she was reading (or having read to her each night, by my somewhat traitorous wife). Still, I couldn't complain about the results, could I? Well ... It's been leading up to this for QUITE a while: As most of you readers have already guessed, things came to a head one night when we needed a babysitter. Marin and I had planned for MONTHS to go out to dinner and show at a local playhouse that specialized in serving gourmet food, while putting on very good plays. Plays ... You know, like, "The sound of Music", or, "The Music Man", or "Oklahoma"? It was the second one that was playing that Thursday, when Marin's mother called and said she couldn't watch Sandy that night, because the water-heater had broken, and she HAD to be there for the plumber, while her husband (my father-in-law) was at work. He works nights. Damn. Well ... YOU can all see where this is leading; but I'll be damned if I did. I called and called; then Marin called and called ... but nobody was available as a babysitter on two hours notice. Except Samantha. It was only when I had exhausted everybody else that I even REMEMBERED Marin's niece. Even then, I wouldn't have picked her, at only 12 years old (OK, "all most 13"). Still, 13 was "all most" twice Sandy's age; and Samantha MUST be fairly good with kids, or her parents wouldn't let her go out like that. Once I suggested it to Marin, there was some frantic calling by my wife, some mad rescheduling, and retuning our reservations for the show ... but we DID make it out of the house to our anniversary celebration, after all. Yes, the dinner and show was every BIT as good as we had not only expected, but hoped. A great time was had by all. ("Yes, my friends, we got trouble ... trouble ... trouble, right here in River City. Trouble, with a capital 'T', and that rhymes with 'P', and that stand for POOL!") I loved it, and so did Marin. When we got home, at slightly past midnight, we found Sandy asleep properly in bed ... and one incredibly limp and sleeping little 12-year-old lying on the couch with the TV hissing snow; 23 as the TV station had gone off the air. I picked up the girl, carried her into Sandy's bedroom, where Marin undressed the sleeping child and slid her into join OUR daughter. No, I did NOT see the child naked; and we had already pre-arranged to have Samantha stay overnight at least (and possibly longer over the weekend). Marin rarely got to see her sister's kids; and this seemed like a nice occasion to visit a little. Besides, the two cousins got along a lot better than you might expect, considering the fair difference in their ages. Yes, I'll admit I DID notice what a fine looking young woman Samantha was developing into. I couldn't HELP it, when carrying her off to bed like that. But I did NOT "cop a feel" of her, even though I'm sure I COULD have touched both her bare legs and budding titties without the child even being aware of it. But I would have ... been aware. No matter WHAT you think, I'm NOT a pervert out to seduce my own minor kinfolk, no matter how much the idea of having sex with a young girl approximately Sam's age turns me on. OK ... I WILL admit that just feeling the child's bare legs against my arm when I picked her up and carried her off to bed, DID feel extremely erotic. SO erotic in fact, that I insisted on having my wife undress the child and put her to bed ... instead of doing it myself like I had originally planned. All that night though, I had dreams. Dreams, you can't be held accountable for, can you? Yes, I'll admit it: I had dreams about having sex with my own niece ... OK, niece-by-marriage. Whatever. I can't remember ALL of it; only that it involved not oral sex (like with Sandy) but full vaginal intercourse, with me unrestrictedly blowing great gobs of incestuous seed into the child's womb, over and over again, until her belly ... Well ... OK ... perhaps SOME erotic dreams go a little too far. It was completely unrealistic; but damned if it wasn't as horny as Hell. Is it any wonder I woke up with a hard-on to end all hard-ons? Of course, I had forgotten about Sandy and her penchant for "Taking care of Daddy" in the mornings especially ... especially when I had a "morning wood" from a wet-dream the night before. In our hurry to get off that night, neither Marin nor I had even thought to say anything to Sandy about what to do ... or more importantly NOT to do or say to her cousin. So ... When I woke up that morning to the (by then rather "normal") feeling of Sandy's lips surrounding my swollen penis, I just relaxed to the pleasure she was so good at giving by then. It was only when I heard my daughter say, "See? I TOLD you Daddy needed it. Now you ...." 24 Sorry folks for taking so long to get back to this. I never meant for the breaks to be so long; but real-life does intrude on writing stories. I'll TRY not to take so long next time .... But no guarantees. ------------------------------------------- OK .... THIS story is/was an experiment. Normally, I never post unfinished stories. This however, is part 6 of something that was originally intended to be about 1/2 this size; yet as I write it appears will take at *least* four or five times as long as originally planned but it might be as much as two times longer than even it's present length. So, in an attempt to find out who reads the things I post, I'm stopping here ... for now. If enough people continue to ASK me to, I'll continue writing parts as I can, and post them. I'm NOT posting this story to my website, however, until it's finished. If nobody responds, then it'll probably be just another partial story gathering dust in my hopper, until I decide to finish it. Enough people have begged already for the finished story that it now WILL end up on being posted whenever it's done. Yes, this originally WAS a blatant plug for email, or at least comments. It seems that unfinished stories, or serials, are the only thing that people notice in the newsgroups sometimes. Or at least, they're the only things that get commented-on. So, for those who LIKE unfinished stories, here's one. For those who don't, let me know, and I'll continue trying to finish this one. Want more? Then speak up. Don't like it? Then say so. Don't care? Then don't bother. I can be reached at: "Frank McCoy" Or, post a message to either of the newsgroups: alt.fan.frank.mccoy or alt.sex.stories.d I check each one religiously, for messages to me. 25 -- +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+