From: OneSickPuppy@HotMail.com   
      
   Feeding Caitlin   
      
   by Janus   
      
       I love my daughter.  I really do.  From the moment she was born and I   
   saw she was a baby girl, I swore to myself never to hurt her.  I had known,   
   since my teens, that I had this attraction to younger girls.  They were so   
   forbidden yet so alluring.  But I promised myself that I would never hurt   
   my own daughter.   
      
       And I never did.  Caitlin is eighteen years old now.  She was   
   valedictorian of her graduating class and just moved out last week for her   
   first year at Cornell University.  I admired Caitlin greatly throughout her   
   childhood (and now too, of course) but I kept my promise in never hurting   
   her.  I never touched her inappropriately, I never abused her.  She's grown   
   up to be a beautiful young woman that I'm very proud of.   
      
       In my mind, though, she'll always be that pretty ten year old girl,   
   always laughing and smiling, running around our backyard and leaving dust   
   clouds wherever she roamed.  Even though I never laid a hand on Caitlin,   
   she still occupied my thoughts and fantasies, not without a certain degree   
   of guilt.   
      
       I say I never hurt Caitlin and that's true, although my slate is not   
   altogether clean.  I admit I took certain liberties as her father that were   
   outside the norm.  I just couldn't help myself.   
      
       It started when Caitlin was an infant.  It was late at night when I was   
   heating up her formula on the stove.  It was my turn to feed her so my wife   
   could get some sleep.  Before giving her the bottle, I tested the   
   temperature of the formula by squirting some onto the back of my hand.  It   
   was definitely the right temperature, warm but not hot.   
      
       I was about to wash the formula off my hand when I saw how the   
   glistening white fluid on my hand unmistakably resembled semen.  The warm   
   temperature of the fluid only served to reinforce the illusion.  It was at   
   that point that this perverse idea took hold of me.  The thought of my baby   
   girl tasting my semen made my cock twitch as it began to harden in my   
   pants.   
      
       Swallowing hard, I tried to shake the idea from my head.  I know, I   
   know, it was sick!  But the more I thought about it, the more it turned me   
   on.  And the more I rationalized it, the more forbidden it became and, in   
   turn, more alluring.  My cock was rock hard before I finally threw caution   
   to the wind.   
      
       I would need some lube.  I didn't want to contaminate the formula with   
   K-Y so I grabbed a bottle of olive oil (organic, mind you) from the   
   kitchen. I knew my wife was asleep so I just eased my sweatpants down and   
   freed my rock hard cock.  I returned the bottle of formula to its hot water   
   bath on the stove to maintain its temperature.   
      
       Carefully, I applied some olive oil to my palm and began to fist my   
   cock. I was careful not to get any on the tip of my penis.  I didn't want   
   to contaminate my semen.  I began to jack off in the kitchen.  The thought   
   of what I was about to do turned me on immensely and I could feel my   
   scrotum tightening in no time at all, signaling my impending orgasm.   
      
       I grabbed an empty baby bottle and unscrewed the top.  The head of my   
   cock just fit inside the opening.  The sheer perversity of what I was doing   
   pushed me over the edge and I came into the bottle, shooting several spurts   
   of milky, white semen into the baby bottle.   
      
       When I was done, I set the bottle aside and washed the olive oil off   
   myself as best I could.  After drying myself off, I picked up the baby   
   bottle and examined my handiwork.  Several teaspoonfuls of semen had   
   collected in the bottle.  My hands shook as I picked up the bottle of   
   formula and transferred its contents into the baby bottle with my seed.   
      
       With a clean spoon, I stirred up the contents.  Screwing the nipple top   
   back on the bottle, I hurried to Caitlin's room where she was already   
   awake. Scooping her up in my arms, my heart started beating like crazy as I   
   offered her the bottle.  Like any hungry infant, she closed her lips around   
   the rubber nipple and began sucking.  I watched enthralled as she drank   
   every drop.  After she was done, I burped her and laid her down in her crib   
   where she promptly fell asleep again.   
      
       Back in the kitchen, I examined her baby bottle and was amazed to see   
   she had drained it dry.  Not a drop remained in the bottle.  My cock   
   twitched in horniness again as I though about my baby girl drinking my   
   semen.   
      
       So began my little secret.  At least twice a week until Caitlin stopped   
   bottle feeding, I would feed my daughter baby formula laced with my own   
   semen.  I just never got over the thrill of watching her tiny lips sucking   
   on the bottle and drinking every drop.  I had several masturbation sessions   
   just thinking of baby Caitlin swallowing my semen.   
      
       But baby Caitlin eventually grew up into toddler Caitlin and I was   
   greatly disappointed the day my wife retired the baby bottle.  At first I   
   was a bit dismayed but soon found out my semen mixed wonderfully with   
   Caitlin's baby food.  I worked at home while my wife had to commute thirty   
   minutes to work each day which meant I was usually in charge of feeding   
   Caitlin.   
      
       And feed her I did.  Mashed carrots, pureed peaches, applesauce... I was   
   no longer fifteen years old which meant I was usually limited to one orgasm   
   per day.  Thus, for at least one meal per day I spooned a bit of my milky   
   come into Caitlin's waiting mouth.  I can't explain how erotic it was to   
   feed Caitlin a spoonful of strained turkey and gravy that had a dab of my   
   white semen spicing it.  She certainly never seemed to mind, always opening   
   her mouth wide for the next bite.  I felt like an adult bird feeding its   
   young.   
      
       But as any parent knows, by the time you master one aspect the baby   
   moves onto a new stage.  Caitlin soon graduated to solid foods and was   
   eating things like string beans and Cheerios.  At this point she was two   
   years old and my feeding games stopped, mostly because I was starting to   
   feel guilty about what I was doing.  Really, what was I doing?  Feeding my   
   semen to my baby girl?  I started to feel ashamed of what I was doing.  I   
   think part of the reason was that Caitlin was starting to talk, or at least   
   babble.  She was clearly becoming her own person and I felt ashamed to be   
   corrupting her.  I swore never to do it again.   
      
       As it turns out, my stay with morality turned out to be short-lived.   
    From the time she was two until she was five years old, Caitlin never had a   
   drop of my semen pass her lips.  But it began again one day when my wife   
   and I were driving home from grocery shopping and Caitlin was in the   
   backseat.   
      
       "Mommy," our little girl asked, "what does semen look like?"   
      
       My wife and I exchanged glances.  Two weeks ago, Caitlin had been given   
   the book "Where Did I Come From?" because she had asked the Big Question.   
      
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