It's true that I had become accustomed to drama in my f****y. My father was loud and mean, especially when he was d***k, which was most evenings and every weekend. He would back my poor mother into a corner of the kitchen and berate her, towering over her in that threatening way that I knew so well, telling her she was fat and ugly and stupid and spending too much money on me. He would get louder and louder until she finally began to tremble and sob – then he would storm out of the house in disgust, as if her crying gave him the right to leave his "silly emotional wife" and visit his drinking ... Continue»
Chrissy was mad. She was fifteen years old and she
hadn't been on a single date.
It wasn't because she was unpopular. Lots of k**s at
her school liked her and wanted to be around her.
It wasn't because she was ugly. Her 5" 6" frame
supported breasts that were a handful each, tipped with
sharp little pencil eraser sized nipples just made to
suck on. Below that were her thin waist and hips that
any baby-bearing woman would love to have. Her cute
little pussy lips were pink and plump and nestled just
below fine wisps of golden pubic hair. Her face was
gorgeous. She was a knockout.
No, the reason Chrissy had never been on a date was
because of her father, one John Robinson by name.
He wasn't mean or anything. He just remembered what he
tried to do with 15 year old girls when he was, say
thirteen through nineteen. For that matter he lusted
after Chrissy's friends regularly and would gladly plow
their sweet teen furrows if it didn't mean he'd end up
in prison. He knew what boys thought about when they
looked at his daughter, and he had decided a long time
ago that she wasn't going to be exposed to groping
strangers out for a quick fuck and then on to the next
To be fair, any boy she wanted to spend time with was
welcome to come to the house and they could watch TV,
or make something to eat, or play board games on the
dining room table. Anything except be alone, especially
in a bedroom.
Adding to the problem was Chrissy's b*****r Bobby. He
was s*******n and a tackle on the football team. He was
a big big boy and nobody wanted to mess with him. He
made it known when Chrissy was just a freshman that any
guy who messed with his s****r sexually was dead meat.
Period. He was encouraged in this attitude by his
father. Chrissy had no mother to intercede for her. Her
mother had run off with a biker gang when Chrissy was
The end result of all this "protection" by her father
was that he had erred in his judgment - seriously
For, you see, Chrissy had no experience with groping
boys at all. She'd never been kissed, never been petted
and for sure had never had a boy's mouth or fingers
anywhere near her sweet little pussy. No boy even tried
to sneak off to a dark corner with her. They danced
with her - properly apart from her soft body, of
course. But they never tried to get in her panties.
And, because of this, she just flat didn't believe that
boys really tried to do any of those things. As far as
she was concerned, it was all a big fairy tale her
father had concocted just to justify his stupid rules.
She had just told him that, in fact. She had told him
in a loud voice that some might even have called a
scream. Her face was red, and her delightful bosom was
heaving. Her father was sitting in his lounger with a
smug look on his face. He KNEW what boys tried to do.
"Chrissy, darling," he said calmly "I KNOW what boys
want to do to you, because I WAS a boy once upon a time
and I TRIED all the things that boys ALWAYS try with
girls. I tried the lines, I tried getting them d***k, I
tried begging for sympathy - all of it. And I got my
peter wet plenty, I'll tell you that!" He jerked his
head, somewhat startled that he'd admitted that to his
nubile teenage daughter.
"Oh BULLSHIT!" Chrissy yelled. "Just Bullshit, Daddy.
Boys don't want those things any more. Boys are polite
nowadays, since women's lib and all that stuff. You're
old fashioned Daddy and it's not fair. I don't get to
do ANYTHING!" she wailed.
John frowned. "Chrissy!" he barked. "That will be
enough of that kind of language. I'm NOT wrong about
this and I think I can prove it."
"Oh Reeaaallly," Chrissy drawled. "I'd like to see
that, Daddy. I really would."
John thought for a minute. "OK, but you have to do
whatever I say, OK?"
Chrissy was puzzled. She always did what her father
told her to. "What do you mean?" she said warily.
"I think I can prove to you what boys want, and what
that causes girls to want, but you'll have to do some
things that you might not otherwise be willing to do."
he said, like that explained everything. "Look" he said
impatiently. "Do you trust me?"
"Of course I do Daddy," she said.
"OK, then, just keep on trusting me, even if it seems
"OK, Daddy," she said.
"ROBERT!" yelled her father.
A distant call came back "What?"
"COME DOWN HERE." yelled her father.
A moment later Bobby, came bounding down the stairs. He
was dressed in the usual, sweat shorts and a tank top.
"What's up dad?" he said. He nodded to Chrissy.
"I need you to do something for me." he said. "I want
you to tell Chrissy... I mean us, what goes through a
boy's mind when he's on a date with a girl he likes."
"Um... I don't understand." said Bobby.
This wasn't technically true. Bobby pretty well knew
what he thought about every girl he took out. He hoped
each one would turn out to be a cumslut who would
spread her legs for him without asking. Why else would
a guy take a girl out? But he didn't think that's what
his father wanted to hear. And, since he didn't know
the right answer to the question at hand, he played his
"Chrissy doesn't believe that boys she goes out with
would actually want to have sex with her." said John.
Two things happened almost instantly for Bobby. First,
all the times Bobby had tried to peek at his s****r, to
see her naked, and all the times he had furiously beat
his meat while thinking about her naked flashed through
his mind. He KNEW how desirable she was as a woman. And
he was her b*****r!
Second, he couldn't help but reflect on the mental
image that came to his mind concerning the concept of
"boys wanting to have sex with Chrissy". In this case,
the last boy Bobby had seen Chrissy with came to mind.
That was Rex Johnson, who bragged about what a fabulous
cocksman he was. The fact that Rex was only with
Chrissy was because she stopped to help him pick up
some spilled papers didn't come into play.
What Bobby visualized was Rex, hunched between
Chrissy's wide spread legs, while his ass bobbed up and
down and his undoubtedly nasty cock slithered in and
out of his sweet s****r's pussy lips.
In short, Bobby got horny and pissed at the same time.
He laughed a dark laugh. "That's stupid" he said.
"Every guy who ever looked at you wanted to get in your
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" squealed Chrissy, her eyes wide at
how crude Bobby could be.
"That's what we're trying to tell you, honey" said her
father in his reasonable voice. "Men are built to want
to have sex with beautiful girls. You are a beautiful
girl. Ergo, men want to have sex with you. Boys too."
Chrissy didn't believe it for one minute. She had an
idea. "All men?" she said, acting like she might
"All men!" said her b*****r and father together.
"So...." she preened. "YOU have wanted to have sex with
me too?" She clasped her hands behind her butt and
grinned at her father. "I mean you're a man, right? And
you did say ALL men." she finished triumphantly.
She turned on her b*****r. "AND YOU TOO!!" she giggled
now. "Obviously you too have been practically CONSUMED
with lust for your dear s****r." Now she laughed out
Then she stopped.
Neither man was laughing with her. In fact, both looked
"You'll never believe me until you see it for
yourself," said her father. "So, you and Bobby are
going on a date. Tonight. And I'll be with you, but I
won't say anything, unless you two are supposed to do
something and I see you aren't doing it. OK? It will be
a pretend date, but Bobby will show you what boys do on
dates with girls. Then you'll understand." He said with
finality in his voice.
"But Bobby's my b*****r!" said Chrissy.
"And Chrissy's my s****r," said Bobby, somewhat
"That's right, and that's the only reason I'm allowing
this" said John. "You MUST be made to understand how
dangerous it is out there. Now. Both of you. Go get
dressed for your date. Each of you choose something
you'd like to wear on a date with someone you really
Both teens trudged off muttering about stupid ideas.
John went to each room to ensure that his orders were
followed. He went to Bobby's room first. "Bobby, I want
you to pretend she's just another girl you met at
school. Treat her just exactly like you'd treat any
other girl. OK?"
"Sure Dad," said Bobby, while mentally saying, "With
you watching... right?"
Then John went to Chrissy's room. He walked in to find
her dressed only in her panties.
"DADDY!" she yipped and covered her precious breasts
with her little hands.
"Oh! Sorry pumpkin," he said, looking at the floor. "I
know Bobby is your b*****r, but I want you to pretend
he's some boy you wish I'd let you go out with. And
dress like you were going out with THAT boy, not
Bobby." Then he left, before she could see the tent in
his own pants. While that might have supported his
contention about "all" men, he was a little embarrassed
about it right then.
Bobby got back to the living room first. He had on his
team sweats. They were talking about football when
Chrissy started down the stairs. Both men looked up and
their jaws dropped. Chrissy was dressed in a micro
skirt with a matching halter top. The halter top had a
deep vee that dropped well below the mid point of her
breasts, ensuring that everyone knew no bra of any kind
was involved in this outfit. Sandals completed her
Quite suddenly Bobby didn't have very much trouble at
all pretending this was just some girl he was taking
out on a date. "Wow" he said "You look HOT!" He
flinched and looked at his father out of the side of
his eyes, but his dad was staring at Chrissy too.
"Yeah," he said in a dull voice. Then he shook his
head, as if trying to drive some thought out of it.
"OK, now you guys have already had dinner. Where would
you take her now, Bobby?"
Bobby knew he'd try to get his date out at the lake,
where it was quiet and remote and romantic. But he
couldn't say that in front of his dad. "I'd uh drive
around. I guess."
"OK then," said John. "Let's go." They went out and got
in the car. Chrissy and Bobby in the front, and John in
the back seat. Bobby started driving. He didn't know
where to go since he couldn't go to the lake. He was
getting frustrated. He could be out with a real girl
tonight, but he was stuck with his s****r. He glanced
at her. Her mico showed her legs almost clear to her
pussy. He gulped. She scooted over and leaned one hot
breast against his arm. It felt soft.
"Aren't I supposed to sit here, beside you?" she said
in her sweet voice.
"Uh, yeah... sure," he said. This was crazy. They'd be
out here for hours. He decided to call his father's
bluff. "Actually, I'd be taking my date out to the
lake. There's this cool place where I take the girls.
You know, to talk... and stuff."
"Now that's more like it," said John. "Let's go."
Bobby thought about what was happening as he drove.
He'd tried to call his father's bluff, but his dad
seemed to be pushing them toward something he'd dreamed
about occasionally as he beat off. That was petting his
s****r and getting to see her naked. He felt his prick
begin to fill with bl**d. Who knew what might happen?
He'd just ride along and see. They got to his favorite
spot and he parked, turning off the lights. He already
had the radio on and he got out his favorite make-out
CD and put it in the player. He sat there, not knowing
what to do.
"See? This isn't so bad Daddy," said Chrissy. "I still
don't understand what all the fuss is about."
John leaned forward from the darkness in the back seat.
"Bobby, is that all you do when you bring a girl out
here? You just sit?"
"Well no," said Bobby. "I usually try to..." he dropped
off. He didn't want to admit that he usually tried to
get into the girl's panties.
"What do you try to do Bobby?" said his dad. "Come on.
Chrissy needs to know."
"Well I kiss them... and touch them..." He didn't add,
"if they'll let me."
"OK then, get to it. Show her what boys do."
Bobby couldn't cope with the stress. He was trying to
be two people at the same time. About then Chrissy
tipped her head up and whispered in his ear. "Aren't
you going to kiss me Bobby?"
So Bobby kissed her. In his confusion, he kissed her
like he'd kiss any girl. Definitely NOT like he'd kiss
his s****r. But she felt like a girl, and she smelled
like a girl and within fifteen seconds she was kissing
like she'd done it lots.
As for Chrissy, when her b*****r kissed her like that,
like they did in the movies, she felt weak all over. It
made her feel funny in her stomach. No, not in her
stomach, but down there somewhere. She decided she
liked this kissing stuff. When she felt his tongue slip
into her mouth, all slippery and smooth, the feeling
"down there" got more intense.
When she kissed him back, and gave him some tongue in
return for his own, Bobby went on autopilot. His hands
began to stroke her back, moving to her arms, caressing
her hair. Now he kissed her cheeks and neck, nibbling
on her ear lobe. She shuddered, a good sign, and he
kissed her again as he decided to see what her young
breasts felt like.
When Bobby's hand came around her elbow and cupped her
breast through the halter top, Chrissy almost stopped
breathing. What was he doing? Boys weren't supposed to
do that. She broke the kiss "Bobby!" she said.
"Aw, c'mon. I won't hurt you. You just look so hot and
you feel so soft." He went back to kissing her.
Chrissy felt all muzzy inside. She felt a thrill shoot
through her when he said she looked hot. And his kisses
were so wonderful. What could it hurt to let him feel
her boobs a little? When his hand slid over her breast
again, she pressed it into his hand. It DID feel good.
She was enjoying a kiss when she realized his fingers
were pinching and rubbing her nipple. And that felt
REALLY good. Then, somehow, his hand slipped inside her
halter top and now he was fondling her naked breast.
Now he thrummed her nipple. She felt a sharp stab of
pleasure between her legs. She thought that was very
odd, but if felt good too.
"Chrissy?" he said as they paused to breathe.
"Hmm?" she said back.
"Can I see em?"
She knew exactly what he was talking about, because his
hand was still there, still squeezing and roving around
her breast. He'd gotten in through the side of the
halter top. But she wanted to tease him for some
"See what Bobby?" She arched her chest, pushing the
breast into his hand.
"I want to see your tits," he said. "I bet they're
"You've seen my boobs before, you ninny," she giggled.
"Remember that time when I was in the shower and you
had to pee so bad and you couldn't wait and you barged
in? You saw em then."
"Yeah," he said. "But I never got to really look at
"Chrissy," said their dad, startling them both. They'd
forgotten he was back there. "Take off your top. That's
what the boys will want you to do on dates."
Chrissy reached behind her neck and untied the knot in
the halter top. It slipped down her chest and her
perfect pale orbs were exposed.
"Oh shit" said Bobby. "They really are beautiful." Then
his head dipped and he sucked in a nipple.
"BOBBY!!" his s****r squealed. "You can't...
ohhhhhh.... you shouldn't..... ummmmm Oh Bobby, that
feels nice." She lay back as his mouth made love to one
and then the other. This was really nice and it kept
making her pussy feel so warm and wet, just like when
she was washing it extra good in the shower.
Bobby started running his hand from Chrissy's knee up
her thigh and then back down. Her skirt was so short he
could almost touch her panties without going under the
skirt at all. Her legs weren't closed, but they weren't
gaping open either. He let his hand go higher...
higher... higher... and then he hit panties.
Chrissy felt his hand moving all over her thighs. It
was a new feeling. It was nice, but scary at the same
time. "Bobby? What are you doing now Bobby?" she said
"I'm just feeling you a little," he said and went back
to licking and sucking her nipples.
"I don't think you're supposed to do that Bobby," she
sighed. "You shouldn't touch me... there."
There was a gasp from the back seat, and the sound of a
zipper being drawn. "Chrissy, you're here to learn what
boys want. Whatever he wants to do, you let him. You
need to know what things feel like," her father said.
Bobby's hand immediately rose to cup her pussy through
her panties. He pressed his fingers into her sex and
rubbed them in a slow circle.
Chrissy gasped as her b*****r's hand slapped against
her pussy. No boy had ever touched her there, and it
felt different. Then he rubbed and electricity shot
through her, only this time it went from there to her
nipples! She spread her legs almost u*********sly, to
give him more room.
Now he lifted his head and kissed her again, a long
tongue swapping kiss as he rubbed her. Her pussy felt
hot... sticky... good. She knew he was going to slip
his fingers into her panties... knew he was going to
touch her pussy with his fingers. She knew her pussy
would make his fingers wet. She couldn't wait.
She spread her legs wider.
Bobby was very excited. His dad had said she had to do
what he wanted. He knew it wasn't fair, but he was
going to take advantage of it. And when Chrissy spread
her legs for him he knew she was getting off on this
too. She was giving him permission. He took it. His
hand slid up, his fingers dipped into the top of her
panties. Suddenly her butt lifted off the seat of the
car. He felt her moving and he felt the panties sliding
down her thighs.
He helped and soon they were at her knees, then her
ankles. She didn't kick them off, but flopped her knees
apart instantly. His fingers found slick, hot luscious
pussy when he slid them back up. Without thinking he
slipped his long middle finger into her pussy and
probed. She was tight. Of course she was tight. She was
obviously a virgin. He felt for her hymen at the mouth
of her pussy. Nothing. He didn’t know how she’d lost
it, but it wasn’t there. He got the tip in her to the
first knuckle. Then he pushed and his finger slid all
the way in her.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she groaned. "Ohhhhhhh Bobby, I can't
believe how good that feels." Bobby slicked his finger
out and back in several times. Chrissy sighed and her
hips started wiggling. "Ohhh yes. Can you make it go
deeper?" she sighed. There were definite rhythmic
sounds coming from the back seat now, light slapping
sounds. "I can't imagine anything feeling better than
that" she said.
"There is one thing" her b*****r grunted. "I mean I did
it with Sherry Henderson one time and she said she'd
never ever felt anything that good in her whole life."
"Ohhhhhh what did you do?" said Chrissy, lolling her
head back and forth on the seat back.
"Well, I put my peter in her," he wiggled his finger in
her pussy. "There, where my finger is."
"Ohhh we couldn't do that," she said. "I might get
"Oh, I'd never make you pregnant," he said. "I'd only
shoot practice stuff in you." He used the same line
he’d used on Sherry Henderson. She’d know he was full
of shit, but had let him anyway.
"You can do that?" she said, getting excited now. "You
can control whether it's real or just practice?
Obviously his s****r didn’t know he was full of shit.
"Sure" he said, as if he believed it himself. "It's
hard to learn, but I got the hang of it, and now it's
Chrissy thought she heard a snort from the back seat.
"Well, we can't, because there's no room," she said.
"I brought a blanket," he said confidently.
They scrambled out of the car. Bobby opened the trunk
and got out a big soft blanket that he spread out on
the ground. Chrissy stood in the warm night air, her
white breasts plainly visible. She bent over and
slipped her mini down her thighs. She stood there
naked, uncertain, nervous.
"You're beautiful," Bobby said softly. She smiled
tentatively. He took his shirt off, and then dropped
his pants, stepping out of them. He kicked off his
shoes and pants at the same time. Then he bent over and
took off his briefs. When he stood back up his penis
stuck straight out from his body, pale in the
moonlight. It was slim, long, tapered. It was small at
the tip, and got bigger and bigger and bigger toward
"That won't fit in me," said Chrissy, completely sure.
She crossed her arms over her breasts.
"Yes it will," said her father, as he got out of the
back of the car. He stood there, leaning against the
car. "It will fit. It was made to fit."
"I'll go slow," said Bobby, he reached down and stroked
his hard cock a couple of times. "I'll stop if it
"Promise?" she said in a little voice.
"Promise," he confirmed. He held his arms out and she
accepted his hug. His penis poked her in the abdomen.
He reached down and bent it downward, shoving it
between her legs. Then he held her close and kissed her
deeply again. He moved his boner slowly back and forth,
making it rub against her pussy lips.
Chrissy got a weak feeling in her knees as she felt her
b*****r's stiff penis rubbing her pussy lips. His
kisses were so hot. She was panting. He was pushing her
down, lying down beside her, slipping his finger in her
pussy again. She splayed her legs wide open now,
kissing him back. Now he was rolling over, halfway on
her as he crawled between her wide spread thighs. His
finger slicked in and out. Then something else pushing
at her. Was it his cock? Whatever it was it felt good.
Stretching... her pussy lips were stretching.
It didn't hurt, exactly, but there was a lot of
pressure. Now there was something deeper. It was going
as deep as his finger had, but it was bigger, lots
"Wait!" she panted.
He stopped immediately.
She squirmed a little, trying to ease the pressure. He
sucked in a nipple while he was waiting. The pleasure
shot to right where the pressure was and she felt her
muscles relax. She tensed them again, pleased to have
found some new muscles she didn't know she had. Then
she relaxed them intentionally. Her b*****r groaned!
"Is something wrong?" she panted.
"No. Can I please push again?"
She nodded and then realized he couldn't see her that
well. She put her hands on his butt and pulled.
Bobby almost came when her pussy relaxed and then
squeezed his dick. He gritted his teeth and the urge
passed. Then she put her hands on his butt and pulled.
She had gotten lots more open all of a sudden. He slid
in another three inches as her hands pulled at him.
She was so hot and slick and she wanted his prick in
He blew his cork. He groaned and instinct made him
thrust. He only had two inches to go and his pubes
slammed into hers as his penis spat it's first long
slippery rope of semen. "Ohhh fuck!" he groaned and his
rod rapidly pulsed four more times. Each time a rope of
cum splashed up against her cervix. It pooled there,
with nowhere to go. Then, as he pulled back a little
and pushed again, he created pressure and that pressure
blew all his cum up into her womb.
Chrissy couldn't believe how the pressure had turned
into something else. Her b*****r's penis had looked
smooth and straight, but with it up inside of her she
could feel bumps and lumps all over it. They rubbed the
inside of her pussy in the nicest way. She thought she
might pass out, it felt so good. Then, just as a
different kind of pressure started to build, a pressure
that felt like it was going to make her fly apart, he
grunted and she felt his warm wet offering being pumped
into her belly.
Bobby was done. His dick was already getting smaller
and he pulled it out of his s****r with a squelching
wet sound as he rolled sideways onto his back.
"Bobby!" she said, her voice rising. "No... Bobby ..
don't stop now. We're not done yet Bobby!" she said.
She knew she had been so close to something new,
something fabulous, something really wonderful. She
ached with the need to find out what that was.
"Boys!" came the disgusted voice of her father. He was
walking toward them now. His hands were moving at his
waist. "Don’t worry baby, I’ll help you." he said as he
unbuckled his belt.
"Daddy, I feel so..." she said as she writhed on the
blanket, spread out before him. Her pussy glistened in
the moonlight. It was matted and white with her
"I know sweetheart. He left you hanging. I’m going to
help you honey."
He crawled between her legs. He kissed her. Like in the
movies. He was a better kisser even than Bobby! She
felt something blunt at her pussy mouth. She knew it
was his cock. As he pushed into her, she thrust her
hips up off the blanket, trying to make her pussy climb
up her daddy’s penis. It was bigger than Bobby’s, but
she was very slick now, and, except for the pressure
again, it went in without too much trouble. It went
deeper too. It pushed against things up inside of her.
John savored the feel of his cock buried in sweet hot
teenage pussy. There was just nothing better than sweet
young pussy. He hoped he could control his own orgasm.
He needed to make her cum, hopefully more than once. If
he did, he’d be able to come back to her and she’d
happily let him do it again.
He began stroking his boner in and out of his daughter.
He made sure it sc****d along her clitty. He’d only
made seven or eight strokes when she had here first
Just as soon as her daddy put his big old cock in her
pussy all the way, Chrissy knew that the feeling she
was looking for would come back. Her daddy did it
different than Bobby. He moved it in and out. And when
he did she felt the most amazing thing. It was at the
top of her pussy, and it was a feeling that she thought
might make her scream.
The pressure was back.
It got bigger and bigger and bigger until she couldn’t
hold it in any more. Then she shuddered and her whole
body felt like it was on fire and in ice water at the
same time. It started in her pussy as a big warm ball
of fire and then shot out to the rest of her like
fireworks. She couldn’t talk.
"Uhhh! Unnggg... Ahhhh... Daddy... Ohhh... Ummm...
Ahhh... AAHHH... AHHHH!!!!!" she wailed.
She felt the feeling fade away a little bit, but her
daddy kept pounding into her and it started coming back
again. She tripped into a second orgasm, just as
intensive as her first. She gasped for breath and made
blubbering sounds. Her head flailed back and forth on
the blanket until her face was covered with her hair.
It just felt too good to describe. AND IT WAS COMING
John slammed her through three orgasm before her hands
began pushing at him, flailing weakly. She was gasping,
"No more! Daddy... please! I... can’t... breathe..." He
slid in tight and stopped, to let her breathe. Her
pussy fluttered weakly around his cock. She felt good
and he liked soaking in her hot box.
He wanted to cum, though. Her pussy nipped him as she
flexed her newfound muscles.
"Can you do that again, Baby?" he asked her. "Can you
squeeze me?" She did, once long and hard, and then
again, short. "Ohhhh baby," he said in a throaty voice.
"If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum."
Chrissy felt much better. Since he’d stopped moving in
her she had a chance to catch her breath. "Can you cum
with practice sperm too Daddy?"
John grinned. He knew without a doubt that either he or
his son would be knocking Chrissy up good an proper
within two or three months. She was a super good fuck
and he intended to pack her with baby butter daily all
by himself. He suspected Bobby would be sniffing around
her pussy too.
"Sure, baby," he said. No sense making her tense. She
began to flex and loosen those new muscles and it was
like being milked.
"OK, daddy," she said. "You can shoot your sperm in
Just that statement made his balls jump and started his
baby makers on their way toward his daughter’s uterus.
He had enough control to f***e almost all of his cum
into two massive jets that blasted out of the tip of
his penis like water out of a super pump-up water
cannon. He jammed his cock deep and put the tip right
at her cervix and let his seed flow.
Again Chrissy felt the wet heat that was a man trying
to impregnate her. This time she recognized it for what
it was. Her daddy was cumming inside her pussy. She
loved that feeling. It felt all warm and nice and
close. She decided she’d see if maybe her Daddy would
cum in her again.
John drained himself and eased his prick out of
Chrissy. They got dressed and rode back to the house
more or less in silence, each with his or her own
thoughts. When they got home, though, Chrissy held her
father’s hand as they went in the house. "Daddy? Could
I sl**p in your bed tonight?"
John smiled. "Sure, baby, but I might try to help you
again during the night. Like on the blanket."
"That would be OK," she said.
Later, in bed, after she had cum three more times and
he had fucked another cup of his potent sperm in her
teen pussy she kissed him and said "So all the boys
want to do that on dates?"
"That’s pretty much right, sweetie. And I can’t let
them do that to my baby girl."
"So I still can’t go out on dates?"
"I don’t think so honey," he said.
She was quiet for a while. "That’s OK." she said
finally. "With you and Bobby being here, I don’t need
to go out on dates. I can get all the dating I need
right here at home."
It only took them one month to knock her up.