From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Being Careful   
      
   An Erotic Story   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
         "Careful, Dan," called my mother to Dad, as she watched him   
   enter my bedroom, "She's almost twelve years old now.  You might   
   get her pregnant, if you're not careful."   
         Dad just snorted.  As if he didn't know.   
         I felt the bed sag as my father climbed into bed, then he   
   was on top of me.  No feel-up and mess-around THIS morning.  We   
   were both too horny for foreplay.  I spread my legs, and placed   
   the head of Dad's leaking prick up against my hot little hole,   
   that had also been leaking drools of arousal for over half an   
   hour, as I had listened to what went on in the other room.   
         It took only a second of fumbling, before I felt my father's   
   penis slide home in the vagina he had created almost 13 years   
   earlier in my mother's vagina by doing the same thing to her he   
   was doing to me.  God, that felt good.  To feel your own father's   
   prick sliding up inside you, is a pleasure few girls get to feel   
   these days.  I feel sorry for those poor kids who are so   
   neglected.   
         At least Dad hasn't neglected me, since that day almost four   
   years ago, with I had climbed into bed between him and Mother,   
   and ended up sucking him off; to Dad's surprise, and Mother's   
   astonishment.  Once she found out I WANTED sex from my own   
   father, Mother never once objected again . . . except to warn us   
   about things like me getting pregnant, that is.  For all her   
   warnings, Mom seems to know how much I need sex, and makes sure   
   that Dad helps me out by fucking me at least once a day, if not   
   more.   
         The first time I felt my own father's thick prick slide up   
   inside my hot little hole, I was hooked.  As for when Dad came in   
   me . . . .   
         God, do I love fucking my father.  To feel his cock slide in   
   and out, while I hunch up at him and squeeze his fat prick with   
   my cunny as hard as I can, is indescribable.  Then when Dad get's   
   violent towards the end, (like now) and starts jamming his prick   
   in me harder and harder, as he approaches his climax . . . .   
         Well, what can I say?  It's incredibly erotic to know you   
   can make your own father feel this way, while at the same time   
   YOUR orgasm just grows and makes a tighter and tighter knot in   
   your belly, until you feel like you'll SCREAM, if your father   
   doesn't squirt his sperm in you.  The thought of how dangerous it   
   is to let him actually squirt his sperm inside your vagina,   
   without any artificial barriers in the way, just adds to the   
   thrill of fucking your own father.  The knowledge that your own   
   father MIGHT get you pregnant, is more exciting than it is scary.   
         Then, to hear Dad grunt, "Oh KC, I'm going to . . ." and   
   know he is ready to pull out, to save you the humiliation of   
   being an unwed mother, is too much.  No WAY would I ever let   
   someone down, who loves me that much.  So, Like almost every time   
   since I first started having periods, I locked my ankles around   
   my father until he couldn't pull out if he really HAD wanted to;   
   which I knew he didn't.   
      
      
         Mother tells me it feels really GOOD to a man to ejaculate   
   his seed in the vagina of a young girl like me . . . even (or   
   especially) if he knew there was a chance she might get pregnant.   
   Well, I don't know about THAT, but it sure felt good to ME, to   
   feel Dad's body go rigid on top of me, and my cunny suddenly get   
   slippery with his cum.   
         Feeling Dad get off in me, was almost always enough to get   
   me to cum too.  Sometimes I got off a little too soon, and I had   
   to keep working until Dad came; and others I had to finger myself   
   off afterwards (sometime with one or the other of my parents'   
   help) but usually, either feeling me get off, got my father off;   
   or feeling Dad ejaculate his cum in me, was enough to get me off.   
         This time, it was the second way.  Feeling Dad jerk on top   
   of me, then his slip-sliding become all slippery from the cum he   
   was squirting inside me, was the last thing I needed to start   
   jerking and thrashing underneath him, in response.  God, did that   
   feel good.   
         Only when Dad had ejaculated every drop of precious seed   
   inside my hungry little womb, did he calm down enough to feel a   
   little guilty.  "I'm sorry," he said, "I couldn't help it."   
         "I'm not," I reassured him, "and I could have . . . I just   
   didn't want to.  OK?"  I kissed Dad; enjoying the morning stubble   
   of his cheek against mine.  "Thanks, Daddy," I said; using the   
   name he liked to be called, when we made love.  "I like feeling   
   your cum in me."   
         "Yeah," he responded, "so do I . . . but we still   
   shouldn't."   
         "Don't worry about it," I said; pushing him towards the edge   
   of the bed.  "Hadn't you better be getting ready to go?"   
         "Maybe," he replied; though we both knew he did.  "I still   
   hate leaving you like this."   
         "Oh don't be silly, Daddy," I said; rubbing my belly in an   
   obscene reference to the seed which we both know was inside me.   
   "you know I don't mind.  In fact, I'm going to lay here for a   
   while until it's time for me to get up; just to let it soak in."   
         Dad left; still shaking his head at my response.  As he did,   
   I heard Mother's question from the kitchen, where she was making   
   breakfast.  "Well?" she asked.   
         "Yes Dear; I was real careful.  I only gave KC what she   
   wanted."   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)