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It is nice to see a new story! I like the part about the see-thru
swim suit the best. I hope this part is based upon a true story, cuz
I have never seen one.
Gromitt
On Sun, 25 Dec 2005 04:10:01 -0500, "Frank McCoy"
<mccoyf@millcomm.com> wrote:
>
> There are none so blind ....
> An Erotic Story
>
> Jonathan Swift was right; as my idiot husband proves. Sandy is
>*his* little girl, always has been, and he just cannot see what's
>going on.
> Even as a little girl, when two or three years old, Dan would
>dress up Sandy in the most outrageous clothes ... FAR too "adult"
>for such a child ... and never see how he was attracting men's (and
>older boy's) attention to the kid in ways that a little girl
>wouldn't understand. But Sandy *loved* the attention. She pranced,
>she *glowed*, she basked in the male adoration; and still does, for
>that matter.
> I remember one particular frilly bathing suit Dan got Sandy when
>she was a little over three and active as a bee. It looked like a
>pink tutu, with a frilly waist and pink mesh-like material for all
>the rest. The material was stretchy and fit Sandy like a glove.
>Even as small as she was, and being her size, she got into it like
>wearing pantyhose ... by rolling it on. It wasn't until we went
>swimming down at the local motel that had "open swimming" all year
>round (for a fee, of course) that I found out the other properties
>of the fabric. Somehow I suspect Dan already knew, even before he
>bought it. He just didn't see the consequences of dressing a little
>girl like that. Still, *somebody* did, or they wouldn't create such
>outfits.
> What was so different about the material? Well, being a
>swimsuit, Sandy didn't wear shoes; and so when she ran into the
>water and then pell-mell out around the pool, padding madly around
>the edge, it wasn't until she headed back to Mom for more attention
>that I realized the water had soaked into the fabric of her swimsuit
>. and Sandy looked almost exactly as if she was stark staring
>naked! Well, except for the frilly puff around her waist that is.
>The swimsuit fabric was the kind that some girls wear for a "wet T-
>shirt contest" where the idea is to show off everything you can
>while still "legally" being dressed. You could see every detail of
>Sandy's body, from her little pink nipples, her soft dimple of a
>bellybutton, on down to the pouting cleft where the tight fabric
>actually vanished into the camel-toe of the youngster's vagina.
> And Dan, that blind old fool, couldn't see anything wrong with
>this! He said it looked "cute" on her. That three-quarters of the
>men around the pool were staring (usually out of the corner of their
>eyes; not wanting to seem like perverts) at our little girl padding
>around like she was naked in bare feet, didn't seem to bother him
>either. "They're just looking out for her," he explained. This
>*almost* made sense; as Sandy was a cute little heartache, padding
>madly around the pool until everybody winced with each little stub
>of toe or other minor mishap. It was obvious that nobody wanted to
>see the kid hurt herself; but at her mad dashes here and there on
>the hard concrete surface it was almost inevitable. Each time Sandy
>passed near one of the older men he would flinch away; while his
>eyes never left the child; as if fearing she might fall in or get
>hurt and he'd *have* to rescue her ... and then be thought a child-
>molester for touching the girl. It was with some considerable
>relief, both to me and I'm sure to the watching men that we finally
>left after about an hour there.
> Three more such outings, and one at the beach that drew even more
>stares, before Sandy finally outgrew the outfit and I could convince
>Dan to get her something more "reasonable" for a girl her age ...
>like a two-piece bikini.
> All through school while she was growing up, it was the same
>thing: I'd buy "sensible" clothing like jeans and blouses that
>tucked in ... and then Dan and Sandy would return from shopping with
>the girl wearing a "fuck me" short little dress that didn't reach
>halfway to her knees, padded bosom, and sexy red silky panties that
>*I* would blush to wear, often saying things like, "Daddy's Girl" in
>fancy embroidery.
> It's funny but: Sandy seemed to like wearing *both* kinds of
>clothes. Most girls pick a model and keep to that; some becoming
>kindersluts while others become tomboys. Sandy? SHE liked wearing
>jeans and pants and getting dirty with the boys ... and then the
>next day going to the mall wearing a short little micro-mini that
>didn't reach even to the *bottom* of her matching panties, along
>with a scarf of a top that left her entire chest and belly visible
>to all the panting boys and drooling pedophiles.
> Dan seemed to *like* showing off his little girl; never realizing
>it seems that it wasn't the child's *beauty* that attracted so many
>men's admiring stares, but her blatant sexuality! Dan always was
>blind to the fact that Sandy even HAD sexuality, let alone that the
>clothes he bought for her or encouraged her to buy actually flaunted
>that same aspect of her developing young body. Little girls aren't
>sexy, are they?
> These days you hear a lot of crap about incest on TV. I say
>"crap" advisedly, because most of it is. Probably 3/4 of the so-
>called "incest" isn't really; being between cousins or such, which
>shouldn't even be *called* incest. Some idiots even include sex
>between second-cousins incest! Almost as silly, is calling
>uncle/niece and aunt/nephew sex, incest. Grandfather/granddaughter
>sex is kind of borderline; so might be incest in some circumstances
>(say the grandparent lives in the home) but not others. No, I'm
>*not* going to draw a sharp line. For sure stepfather/stepdaughter
>sex isn't really incest, as the people aren't even related any more
>than the second husband and his wife! Really, except for it being
>"cheating on his wife", there really isn't any valid reason for a
>man not having sex, yes, full vaginal intercourse, with all of his
>wife's daughters, as long as they aren't *his* kids. There are
>instead, even several valid reasons FOR a man fucking (yes,
>*fucking*) his new wife's daughters; not the least of which is that
>it gives the girls a chance to love their new stepfather by making-
>love with him. It also gives the woman a better chance of staying
>married, by giving her new husband several women to fuck instead of
>just her. Since it isn't really incest (though some call it that),
>why not?
> That leaves brother/sister sex, and (of course) father/daughter
>sex. Brother/sister sex, of course, is hard to stop when you don't
>have enough money to put the kids all in separate bedrooms ... and
>what virile young boy or horny young girl are NOT going to have sex
>together when sleeping together, probably in the same bed? It's
>just naturally going to happen.
> Still, most people aren't talking about sibling sex when they
>speak of incest ... They mean father/daughter sex. Yeah, really.
>From the sound of things, you'd think it went on all the time, like
>brothers and sisters. Personally, I think it's all a bunch of bunk;
>mostly put out by angry women ... women getting divorced, when
>they'll accuse their soon-to-be-ex of anything; especially during
>custody-battles for the kids. Accusing a man of raping his little
>girls, when he loves them as much as she does, if not more, is a
>common tactic in bitter divorce cases.
> Most of the rest I think, are mainly just super-jealous and
>suspicious wives, who would find such innocent things as their
>husband giving their little girl an open-mouthed kiss to make them
>think they're having sex. What some suspicious-minded women like
>them would think if they came home, found their husband and little
>girl cuddling naked together on the bed, with his prick buried to
>the hilt in her, you can only guess. Even with Sandy and Dan, once
>he starts sliding his prick in and out of the girl, it's hard for
>even me to shake the illusion that they're having sex, even though I
>know better.
> Hell, if you're the jealous type, and your mind is always *on*
>sex, then even the most innocent of things can be construed as
>sexual. Like the time when Sandy was about three years old, and I
>saw her and Dan meet in the hallway when he came out of the bathroom
>one morning with a hard-on; almost poking the little girl in the
>face with the thing. Sandy, of course, opened her mouth, and Dan's
>prick slid right in. For the next three minutes or so, if you were
>the suspicious type and had walked in on the two without seeing what
>happened all the way, you might suspect our daughter was being
>molested by Dan forcing her to give him a blow-job. But it wasn't
>that way at all! Sandy just slid her little mouth back and forth on
>Dan's prick like it was some big lollipop, until she suddenly gave a
>choking gasp and white drool spat out her mouth and even her nose.
>Then Sandy gave one last lick, swallowed heavily, and wandered off
>into the living-room as she lost interest. To somebody who didn't
>know better, it almost appeared as if Sandy had just sucked her
>father off. A suspicious woman might even count that as Dan having
>sex with the child.
> After seeing that happen once, I noticed similar things where Dan
>would be sitting in the big chair, on the edge of the bed, or once
>on the toilet, and Sandy would come in, swallow her father's swollen
>prick, move her mouth back and forth like she was sucking it for a
>few minutes, and then gulp heavily ... almost as if she was giving
>Dan a blow-job each time, and even swallowing his cum. I guess it's
>a good thing I knew better, or even *I* might have gotten suspicious
>about Dan having sex with our little girl later on, when other
>things happened. It's just that Sandy had found a new toy to play
>with. When she was younger the girl had sucked her thumb. Now she
>had something bigger to play with. I really might have suspected
>Dan was molesting the kid, having her suck him off; only it was
>always Sandy who came up to her father, fished his prick out of his
>robe or pants, and then started sucking on it like some obscene
>lollipop.
> No, I didn't expect Dan to chase the little girl off. Even
>though it wasn't real sex, I know how good it feels to a man to have
>his prick in a woman or even a little girl's mouth. Like I said,
>it's not as if he was molesting the kid ... more like she was
>molesting him, if that were possible.
> Still, Dan never even seemed to suspect how sexy our little girl
>was getting, and how inappropriate for her age the clothes he got
>for her were. When I complained, Dan just shrugged and told me that
>Sandy was just a little girl ... She *deserved* a chance to look
>pretty. Damned idiot was/is so blind he can't tell the difference
>between pretty and sexy. Sometimes the girl would go out wearing
>short little micro-minis, slit up to the waist, with padded bra,
>short little tube-top, and bare midriff; looking almost like a
>hooker browsing for Johns. Hell, if DAN couldn't see the little
>girl was sexy, you can be sure that all the men down at the mall
>did! It was almost as if my husband was showing our little girl
>off.
> Heck, when I asked him, he even admitted it ... somewhat. Dan
>said Sandy *liked* to show off; so why not let her? It wasn't as if
>she was a woman yet; so what did it matter if she showed off a lot
>of skin? Who did I think would try to molest her? After all, Sandy
>was only a little girl; so let her enjoy herself! The guy I tell
>you was just blind!
> Eventually my husband even started letting Sandy buy similar, but
>even more revealing outfits for around the house; from filmy "baby
>doll" nighties that didn't hide any more of her body than if she had
>been stark staring naked, to sexy bra-and-panties that seemed more
>to display than to hide her budding sexuality.
> The first time I caught Dan with his hand down in Sandy's
>panties; fingers working in and out of the child's peach of a slit,
>you'd think I would have had a heart-attack or something. Still,
>just like the way Sandy progressed from slightly sexy clothes as a
>child to full out and out kinderslut outfits almost screaming, "Fuck
>me!" it wasn't really a surprise.
> *That* part, believe it or not, started with me; and I blame
>myself. When Sandy was just barely out of diapers she started
>rubbing herself "down there", like many kids do. Of course, with
>Dan in the house, I couldn't punish the girl for even semi-
>masturbating like my parents likely did me when I was a kid. But it
>was my idiot idea one day, when nothing seemed to satisfy the girl
>when she was feeling cranky, that I remembered an old trick
>attributed originally to some Indian Tribe I believe ... But that I
>heard that even "normal" parents used to use back before the
>Puritans took over this country and made sex the evil thing it is
>today. Of course I'm referring to masturbating a cranky or colicky
>child yourself.
> With Sandy screaming for hours that day; with nothing, not food,
>milk, burping, changing diapers, cuddling, teething-ring, or
>*anything* seeming to help, I was going nuts enough to try anything
>at all to shut the kid up. I almost contemplated duct-taping the
>kid's mouth shut. I never *would*, of course; but I thought about
>it. Yeah, so I did it ... and it worked!
> Diddling the kid's tiny little slit shut her right up. Sandy's
>screams died down to sobs, whimpers, then gurgles of delight. Only
>when she started pushing her hips up to meet my probing fingers did
>I stop; feeling incredibly guilty; but on-the-other-hand, incredibly
>relieved that the kid had stopped crying too.
> It was about the third time that Dan caught me, "with my hand in
>the cookie-jar," so-to-speak. Only *this* cookie-jar was our
>daughter's tight little slit. I must have blushed beet-red at being
>"caught" like that ... But I kept on twiddling the kid's twat until
>she calmed down. I *tried* to talk my way out of it; but Dan cut me
>off. It seems he'd heard the same sort of stories *I* had ... but
>just never expected *me* to try that particular method of calming
>Sandy down.
> I think it was about a week later when Sandy came toddling into
>the kitchen, walked over to where Dan was sitting at the breakfast
>table, pulled up her short little dress to reveal *absolutely
>nothing* underneath; and pushed her little peach of a pudenda at her
>father, in an obvious, "Please, Daddy?" whimper of frustration.
> When I was about to object to Dan molesting our little girl like
>that, she looked at me accusingly and told me flat-out, "Daddy does
>it better than you do!" So, I watched, worried, while Dan not only
>fingered the girl off, but actually slid almost all his middle
>finger up inside the child and then slid it in and out for several
>minutes, until you'd almost think the old pervert was finger-fucking
>his daughter. Dan did this until Sandy suddenly shuddered and
>collapsed; then looked up at me accusingly, as if to say, "See: I
>told you so!"
> Like I said, after that, it wasn't much of a shock to find Dan
>with his fingers down in our little girl's panties or up under her
>skirt; fingers working in and out as if he were molesting the girl
>before her second birthday. About a month later I saw him changing
>the girl's diaper ... but using his tongue to both lick the girl's
>twat clean and simultaneously relieve the itch the girl had between
>her legs.
> I think *that* was about the time Dan first started buying sexy
>clothes for the girl; seeming to ignore the fact that with each new
>outfit our daughter seemed to grow that much sexier in her actions,
>until a few months or possibly a year or two later the girl was
>wearing outfits that a street-hooker would be embarrassed to wear.
>What Sandy wore later, as she approached puberty ... Well, even *I*
>am embarrassed to even describe.
> And STILL Dan didn't seem to notice! Heck, I'd see my husband
>hugging our little girl, now ten years old, completely ignoring the
>fact that he was naked in the chair, and his daughter was wearing
>nothing except a pair of silky panties between her pouting young
>vulva and her father's swollen and dripping penis. Well, Dan *did*
>love the girl, and often showed it. They always did kiss and cuddle
>and snuggle up together ... a couple of times even completely naked
>under the cover of a blanket during the winter next to a warm fire.
>It made me warm too, to realize my husband and daughter liked to
>cuddle together and weren't artificially shy or embarrassed about
>cuddling naked like that.
> Still ... It was quite something to see Dan and Sandy in the big
>"comfy chair", her squatted over her father while they shared yet
>another big hug and kiss ... a kiss that sometimes lasted for tens
>of minutes while Dan held his big hands around Sandy's body and ran
>them up and down, front and back, while their open mouths locked
>tightly. Dan always had loved kissing our little girl; and no fake
>kisses either. Even while young, from the time she was a baby, Dan
>hadn't just gave Sandy fake little kisses on the cheek, but full
>open-mouthed kisses where his tongue licked the inside of Sandy's
>mouth ... and hers I presume tasted his as well. Dan *loves* our
>little girl.
> Still, loving your daughter doesn't mean you have to be *blind*
>where the girl is concerned, does it?
> It was a few days after that scene on the chair that Sandy first
>asked me, "Mom? Can I go on the Pill?"
> I almost fell out of my chair. Christ, the kid was only ten
>years old! Well, OK, Sandy *had* started menstruating about three
>months earlier but ....
> "Why?" I asked. "You aren't fooling around with any boys, are
>you?"
> "Well ... uh ... no," she replied, "but Dad and I ...."
> I interrupted. "You *do* know where babies come from, don't
>you?" I asked. She should; or otherwise why this question about
>protection? I wasn't too sure though about the joke they called
>"sex education" in our local school.
> "Yes, Mom." A sigh. "Dad showed me the other day."
> "Then you know you don't need to worry about pregnancy unless
>you're having sex. When you get a boyfriend, and it looks like he
>might want to get in your pants, and you're serious, then maybe,
>just maybe we'll talk some more about getting you to see a doctor
>and going on the Pill. OK?"
> "But Mom ... Daddy ...."
> "I said, `OK?'," I repeated.
> Another sigh, and finally, "Yes, Mom."
> I wonder about kids these days. Can't they SEE it's an
>unnecessary expense to put a girl on the Pill who isn't even having
>sex yet. Time enough to start worrying when Sandy already *has* a
>boyfriend pumping sticky baby-goo in her tight little tummy than to
>get her on the Pill when she isn't even dating yet. Christ, the kid
>was only ten years old! Sometimes kids can be so blind. Besides,
>putting Sandy on the Pill would just encourage the kid to find a
>boyfriend and start having sex with him. Then, Pill or not, we
>might end up with a pregnant pre-teen. Even her father isn't *that*
>blind.
> For some reason Sandy then seemed to lose all interest in finding
>a boyfriend. Perhaps that was to the good, as then I didn't have to
>worry about having a pregnant pre-teen. What loving the girl
>needed, she (again, as always) got from her father. At least with
>*Dan* I didn't have to worry about him having sex with her ...
>though at times it got rather close. I mean: Fathers just *don't*
>have sex with their little girls. If you believe they do, then
>likely you'll believe anything.
> Why, just about two days later I watched Sandy go off to join her
>father on the same big chair in the living-room; this time wearing
>that short little see-through baby-doll nightie and no panties at
>all. By the time I finished up in the kitchen after hearing a groan
>from Dan, and a squeak of, "Oh Daddy!" from Sandy, the two were
>hugging and kissing as usual. Only this time Dan's prick wasn't
>rubbing up the front of our daughter's belly like before, but must
>have been limp and wilted underneath her bottom; because it wasn't
>visible at all. If you had a vivid imagination, you could almost
>imagine Dan's prick being inside Sandy as if he was having sex with
>her. Really! It was *that* convincing.
> Sandy was moaning and groaning into Dan's mouth as they slobbered
>together, before his eyes shut, he gave a grunt, and grabbed Sandy;
>pulling her down hard while he jerked underneath her. Sandy's eyes
>in turn got really big, she pulled away from her father panting,
>before sagging finally against him while the two relaxed and cuddled
>like they more normally usually did.
> I was already watching TV myself when Sandy weakly got up from
>Dan's lap and wobbled off to the bathroom. It was then I noticed
>that Dan's prick was slick, white, and wet ... While sticky slime
>dribbled down the inside of Sandy's thighs almost to the carpet.
>The *jerk* had actually *cum* while hugging our daughter. That
>night I gave Dan Hell about this; pointing out that even ejaculating
>*near* her vagina like that was dangerous ... And this was the same
>man who couldn't see the dangers of dressing up his little girl in
>"fuck me" outfits?
> Strangely, instead of seeing what I was talking about and using
>some sense, instead Dan seemed to become even blinder to the
>sexuality that practically oozed from Sandy from then on. Her
>dresses became even shorter (if possible) her halters showed even
>more skin, and the clothing she wore (or didn't wear) around the
>house became more like a Victoria's Secret party intended to arouse
>than what you might expect a preteen little girl to wear.
> Dan (of course) didn't notice ... or pretended not to notice. I
>wonder? Could my husband actually be *that* blind? Well, I
>suppose. It's hard to see sexuality when your own has gone down the
>tubes.
> Now I'd heard of men losing interest in sex when they got older,
>and Dan's had been dropping off for the past month or so ... But
>suddenly it seems he lost almost all ability in bed; being limp and
>unable to get it up even after my most teasing of sexual come-ons.
>I would have been worried about Dan getting a mistress, new lover,
>or girlfriend on-the-side, but except for work he was now spending
>almost all his spare time with either me or Sandy ... particularly
>with Sandy. Well, isn't a man *supposed* to spend a lot of time
>with his own daughter?
> Surprisingly, as Sandy matured, Dan started spending *more* time
>with her, from softball games, movies, and just "outings" together,
>while I stayed mainly at home. Well, *somebody* had to fix meals
>and do the dishes ... even if it seems I wasn't needed quite so much
>as a sex-partner any more.
> Even at night, it seemed Dan would go down to our daughter's
>room, as he hadn't done for years, to tuck the girl in and see that
>she was ready for sleep; sometimes even cuddling up in bed with her
>for a few minutes in place of the old stories he *used* to read when
>Sandy was a child. After a while this became a nightly experience
>where my husband would spend anywhere from a few minutes to an hour
>or so snuggled up to the girl before coming back to bed with me.
>Each night I'd hear Dan go down to Sandy's room, the creak of the
>bed as he climbed in with her, and then, sometimes a few minutes
>later and sometimes after quite a while there would be a steady
>creaking of the bed, moans of, "Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," from Sandy,
>followed by grunts, groans, and occasional thrashing before things
>got quiet. Dan never said what he did to help Sandy get to sleep
>like that, and I guess it wasn't my business to ask ... After all,
>it was quite obvious that Dan *did* love his little girl.
> It was about two weeks after the first scene in the big chair
>that the big one came. This time I was just passing through when I
>noticed Dan hugging and cuddling Sandy, just like he usually did, I
>thought at first. Only ... When I got around to where I could see
>them clearly, *this time* I could see right down between their
>bodies ... where Dan's prick vanished into the peach-like cleft of
>our daughter's vagina! Damn, was that an incredible sight!
> Both Dan and Sandy held themselves in a position that I could see
>clearly the joining of man and girl, where my husband's prick was
>buried in the tight little slit of his own daughter. You have no
>idea how almost-convincing it was that Dan was actually having sex
>with Sandy. It was almost overwhelming.
> Still, somehow I managed to resist long enough to look closer.
>When I did, it became obvious. While it certainly *looked* at first-
>glance like my husband and daughter were having sex, when you
>examined things closely it became obvious they couldn't be. For one
>thing, Dan's prick was just buried in the girl, not sliding in and
>out like he would if they were having real sex. For another, he
>wasn't cumming in Sandy like a man having sex with a woman would.
>And finally, men like Dan just *don't* have real sex with their own
>daughters! It was all my imagination! I looked again, and this
>time Dan and Sandy were just cuddling and hugging together like they
>normally do. What an imagination I must have to imagine his prick
>was buried to the hilt in our little girl, about to spout thick
>white cum teeming with millions of sperm in the child's body.
> Again, like previous times, Sandy became excited, panting,
>"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Please, Daddy?" as she squirmed on top of
>him. At the same time Dan's face blanked out and he grunted, then
>groaned himself, "Oh, Sandy ... Here it .... Oh God. Daddy loves
>his little girl."
> Since this was pretty much the same thing the two did all the
>time, it rather spoiled the illusion of my husband mating with our
>little girl, and just became what it was: A man hugging, cuddling,
>and loving his daughter like he is supposed to. Having sex with
>Sandy indeed! Where WAS my mind going to?
> Now Dan and I hadn't *completely* stopped having sex ... but with
>his reduced interest and needs, it was a *lot* easier these days to
>find times when Sandy wasn't in the house as a distraction; those
>seeming to be the only times when Dan could "get it up" as if Sandy
>being merely in the same house made him lose interest or something.
>Ah well. Dan *did* still love me; joining me in bed even when too
>tired to make love. I don't think either one of us slept well
>without the other in the same bed ....
> Well, over the next few months though, three or four times Dan
>actually fell asleep in bed with Sandy instead of with me. The
>first time I came and got him. After that, I just let them sleep
>together. I mean, it's not as if they were having sex or anything.
> The day after that scene in the living-room where I *thought* Dan
>might actually be screwing Sandy ... and that it took me almost a
>week to convince myself how impossible that was ... Sandy again came
>in our bedroom and asked if she could be put on the Pill.
> "But WHY?" I asked again. "Are you having sex with a boy?" I
>inquired, now somewhat suspiciously.
> "Well, no but ... But Daddy and I ... Well, you saw."
> "Saw what?" I asked, suspiciously. Could Sandy mean that
>coupling in the living-room with her father? Why should she need
>the Pill if she really wasn't having sex? For a moment I almost
>convinced myself that maybe she was ... but then I regained my
>sanity.
> "Uh ...." Sandy looked at me a bit weirdly; then blushed.
>"Never mind, Mom," she almost choked, and that was that ... for a
>while anyway.
> After that, for the next year or so, I didn't pay much attention
>to Dan and Sandy as they hugged and cuddled ... yes, sometimes with
>Dan's prick buried in our daughter's slit, almost as if they were
>fucking or having sex. Thank goodness they weren't though; as
>without going on the Pill (as Sandy had asked) then likely the girl
>would have been pregnant within the first few months. That also, I
>guess, was good evidence that Dan wasn't *really* having sex with
>our daughter, if nothing else was. You have no idea how hard it was
>sometimes to reassure myself about this. Still, men just don't have
>sex, full vaginal intercourse with their own daughters ... Do they?
>Naw. If it really happened, you'd be sure I would know about it if
>anybody did.
> Each night Dan would go down to Sandy's room and see her off to
>sleep ... often falling asleep and spending the night with the girl.
>If I hadn't been so sure of my husband, him sleeping naked in the
>same bed with a nubile young girl might possibly have made me
>suspicious. It was only that Sandy is our *daughter* and not just
>some girl.
> During the day, when Sandy comes into the living room and sits on
>her father with his prick buried inside her, it might even be easy
>to accuse the man of having sex with his daughter ... if I was one
>of those super-jealous and suspicious women, and if it wasn't so
>blindingly obvious how much Dan loves the little girl. That, of
>course, is a large part of the problem. Dan just couldn't even seem
>to *see* how his "little girl" has grown up into a woman, nor how
>the "pretty" clothes the girl wears and wore were more erotic
>temptations and sexual come-ons to any and every red-blooded make
>who came near the hot little man-magnet ... except, of course, for
>her own father.
> Probably the closest thing to real sex the I ever saw the two
>have, was one time I was passing by Sandy's bedroom when she was
>sitting on the side of the bed wearing that pink teddy and nothing
>else, not even panties. Dan himself was completely naked, on his
>knees, and between our daughter's thighs as Sandy spread her legs
>for her daddy. No, they weren't having sex ... but it was about as
>close to it as you could get without actually fucking, as Dan was
>jacking-off while Sandy spread her legs wide and used both hands to
>open her cunny until you could see right up inside her hole. For a
>virgin, it's amazing how much room there was inside. If you think
>about it, jacking off while between your daughter's legs and the
>head of your prick right next to her cunny, is about as close to
>really having sex as you can get. Still, I guess it beat jacking of
>*in* the girl ... barely. A few minutes of frantic stroking, a
>groan by Dan, a, "Do it, Daddy," by Sandy ... and I watched my
>husband jerk and squirt and ejaculate, while he aimed his madly
>spouting prick at Sandy's belly. Damned poor aim though, as most of
>his sticky white goo went right inside the girl's vagina, which
>Sandy was holding open as if she *wanted* her father's potent sperm
>inside her. I almost choked and made them stop ... But decided
>better what they *were* doing, than having Dan actually have his
>penis inside the girl when he came. Now *that* would almost be like
>he was really having sex with the girl!
> Dan finally stopped his imitation of a spastic fire-hose, and (I
>guess) finally realized what a mess he'd made; as he then hurried to
>stop Sandy from leaking cum all over the bed by using his prick as a
>stopper ... sliding it into the girl's now-cum-leaking-cunny so it
>wouldn't leak out and make a horrible mess. It's his thoughtfulness
>in such things that lets you know how much Dan loves the little
>girl. For a while the two lovers just rested there, my husband's
>prick now keeping his cum bottled up inside Sandy until he could get
>a tissue from beside the bed and not make a real mess. I can see
>how some woman, not knowing any better, and seeing them mated like
>that with his cum inside the girl, might be tempted into jumping to
>the conclusion the two were having sex together. Well, even to me,
>it almost looked like it.
> It's things like that, that I can't seem to make Dan see. It's
>just not appropriate for a girl her age to do things like that with
>her own father, even if they aren't having real sex. Heck, even him
>sleeping with the girl is a bit much ... almost as bad as him
>letting the girl wear short little kinderslut, lollitot, baby-
>hooker, and "fuck me" outfits just designed to attract sexual
>attention from any red-blooded male ... yes, even her own father.
> You know: In spite of snuggling in bed with Sandy, and sometimes
>even sleeping naked with her, Dan *still* just didn't seem to see
>how sexy our little girl was getting, and how dangerous it was for
>her to wear the "kinderslut" outfits with bare midriffs and short
>little micro-mini skirts and other "fuck me" wear that all the girls
>down at school or the mall seemed to wear these days. Instead, the
>old goat practically *encouraged* the girl to show off her
>developing fertility to any *man* with the guts and sex-drive to
>look. He just couldn't seem to see that wearing such clothes was
>almost an open invitation to a real *man* to fuck the little girl
>. and Sandy, instead of being scared, looked almost as if she
>would welcome that kind of attention, instead of likely not even
>knowing what sex really is, as she's probably still a virgin.
>Still, you can't be sure of such things. As readily as she accepts
>her father's prick in her belly, maybe some lucky kid *has* gotten
>into her tight little panties and her precious virginity taken
>months ago. You can never tell with kids these days, who's a virgin
>and who isn't. I *ass-u-me* Sandy still has her virginity; but like
>I said earlier, who can tell these days?
> Well ... perhaps Dan could. I suppose with *his* prick buried
>inside the girl, he could likely *feel* if some lucky boy (or man)
>had gotten inside her. Maybe.
> Perhaps that was the problem. As Dan spent more and more time
>with Sandy and less and less with me, his sex-drive seemed to drop
>off almost to nothing, until often at night, even when he came to
>bed right after seeing Sandy off to sleep, wearing sexy-ware and
>even giving him a blowjob didn't seem to get him hard enough to do
>anything. If I didn't know for a fact that Dan didn't have *time*
>to spend with another woman, I might have even suspected him of
>having a mistress on the side. But almost every minute Dan wasn't
>at work he was at home with me ... or with Sandy.
> For a while I tried to convince Dan to try one of those new sex-
>pills they have, like Viagra. Damn idiot is so blind to sex things
>that he thinks (and says) he doesn't *have* any sex-drive problems.
>It's a wonder he doesn't blame *me* for his inability to get it up
>at night any more. Oh well.
> Like I said earlier, there are some women who are so jealous of
>their husbands, and so suspicious, they even convince themselves the
>man is having sex with their daughters. Hell, sometimes even I
>wondered sometimes, as if I didn't know better, it almost looked
>like it. For example:
> One Saturday I washed clothes; stripping the bedding off Sandy's
>bed ... and forgot to make the bed up until I was already in bed
>myself.
> Cussing myself for being an idiot, I went down to the basement
>and gathered up the sheets from the dryer; heading back upstairs to
>make Sandy's bed before she (or Dan) complained. As I reached the
>head of the stairs, I was just in time to see my husband head into
>Sandy's room like he did almost every night; so I hurried to get
>there before *both* of them started yelling, "Mom! Where's my
>sheets!"
> Damn, what a sight! Neither Dan nor Sandy seemed worried about
>the lack of sheets. Well, it *was* a warm night. Sandy was lying
>on the bed, knees cocked, legs spread, and waiting for Dan. Neither
>one even seemed to notice me standing in the doorway while Dan
>climbed on the bed, got between our daughter's legs, swabbed his
>prick up and down her crack, and then slid it home in our daughter's
>vagina ... almost as if he was fucking her!
> It was just as Sandy wrapped her arms and legs around her father
>in about as loving an embrace as a girl can give her parent, that
>she noticed me there, with a load of bedding in my arms. "Daddy!"
>she objected; still hugging Dan close, "Mommy's here ... She can
>SEE!"
> Well, of *course* I could see. What did she expect? It was
>almost as if Sandy expected me to be angry at her or Dan for hugging
>and cuddling like that. Geesh. I mean, after all, a man *is*
>supposed to love his own daughter, isn't he? That Dan gave *our*
>little girl a bit more ... um ... *intimate* hugs and cuddles than
>most girls ever got, shouldn't make me angry or jealous ... Should
>it?
> Dan just gave a groan, looked over at me, and then sunk even
>deeper into Sandy. To see the girl's vagina stretched over the base
>of her father's prick, you'd almost think they were having sex.
>Then he pulled out about halfway, and sank in again to the root.
> I shook my head for a moment. It's a good thing I *knew* Dan
>wasn't really having sex with our daughter, or seeing him slide into
>our little girl would have been almost overpowering. As it was it
>took me about two minutes of staring at the join where Dan's prick
>slid in and out of Sandy for me to convince myself they weren't
>*really* having sex ... vaginal intercourse ... no matter how much
>it looked like it. Some things can be *so* deceiving, if you let
>yourself believe something is going on, you end up convincing
>yourself. Thankfully I'm not that jealous or impressionable that
>merely seeing my husband sliding his prick into our daughter would
>convince me they were having sex. *Some* people though, will
>convince themselves of most anything, even with the flimsiest of
>evidence.
> Ah well ... Since it looked like Dan and Sandy were going to
>continue hugging and cuddling for quite a while (neither one pausing
>in their moving together) and I wanted to finish up so *I* could get
>my rest, I decided to make the bed up around them ... Easier it
>seems, than chasing them off to another room. So, I did.
> Yes, I spread the bottom sheet on the bed, then as they moved I
>worked it underneath them and finally managed to get the fitted
>corners in place. The top sheet and blanket were a lot easier: I
>just fitted them, mitered them, and then pulled the result over the
>squirming couple so I wasn't quite so distracted.
> During this time, especially while I was pulling the bottom sheet
>into place, I got *quite* a good look at the coupling taking place.
>If Dan *had* been fucking our little girl, you can be sure I would
>have noticed! As it was, each slide in and out he made sure did
>*look* almost like the two of them were having sex ... and Sandy's
>moans each time he bottomed out were also *almost* like those a
>woman having wonderful sex with a man would make. Almost.
> I finally knew for sure what the, "Squeak, squeak," noises of the
>bed every night had been, as my husband and daughter moved faster
>together. Then, just as I was finishing fluffing the pillows, Dan's
>shoves got even harder and faster, while Sandy squealed. Then,
>"Here it comes, Honey," from Dan, one last hard shove that also
>pushed the covers back off, so I could see my husband's prick bulge
>as he shoved in one last time. *IF* Dan had been really having sex
>with our daughter, you'd think he was ejaculating his cum in the
>girl right then. In fact, it was amazingly hard to convince myself
>that he wasn't doing just that.
> Thankfully, I have more sense than to believe my husband would
>not only fuck his own little girl, having complete unprotected
>vaginal intercourse with the child before she even reached her teens
>. But ejaculate his cum just teeming with sperm into the child's
>vagina while she was between periods, ovulating, and fertile? No
>way! If anything, that last was what convinced me. Now if I had
>been the suspicious type like *some* women are, women who can talk
>themselves into believing anything, I likely *might* have actually
>convinced myself that Dan *was* having full blown sex with our
>daughter, not just hugging, cuddling; giving our little girl the
>fully intimate kind of love that few girls her age get from their
>fathers.
> As I looked back in the room after finishing the bed, Dan and
>Sandy had pulled apart and were both lying naked on their backs on
>the bed, exhausted almost like a real bout of sex would leave you.
>It must have been my imagination, but I *swear* I saw a bubble of
>white well up in Sandy's reddened hole, then dribble down between
>her legs while a second blob grew and threatened to do the same.
>That couldn't have been Dan's cum ... could it? Naw. That would
>mean he really *was* having sex with the kid, wouldn't it?
> Or would it? Even so, just what he was doing was dangerous. A
>man just having even the tip of his prick inside a girl is sometimes
>enough to leak sperm in her, even if, like Dan, he's not having real
>sex with her. Hell, I probably wouldn't even blame the guy all that
>much if he actually ejaculated his sperm inside her. It must be
>incredibly stimulating to have a girl as young, tight, and yes, sexy
>as Sandy sliding her vagina on and off your prick and milking it
>with her internal muscles like that ... having sex or not. Even
>though there's a fair chance at even only ten years old that Sandy
>isn't a virgin any more (What girl *is* by the time she reaches her
>teenage years?), she must *still* be incredibly tight and
>stimulating inside. A guy can just take so much. So, I suppose I
>shouldn't get all uptight or suspicious, even if I do see traces of
>his cum inside her. There probably isn't all that much chance of
>him getting the girl pregnant, even if she is unprotected, between
>periods, and ovulating sometime in the next few days. After all, it
>isn't as if he was actually *fucking* the girl and *trying* to get
>our daughter pregnant with his baby. Just one time wouldn't hurt
>that much I guess, as long as it isn't deliberate. It's a wonder he
>doesn't cum in her every time, even if they aren't having *real*
>sex. I wonder how he manages to hold off.
> After a while I got to thinking about it ... and, strange as it
>may seem, it occurred to me that perhaps it might not be such a bad
>thing if Dan actually *did* get stimulated enough to ejaculate his
>sperm inside Sandy ... risky as that is. After all, if my husband
>*does* cum in the kid, actually physically ejaculates thick sticky
>gobs of his potent baby-making seed inside his own daughter's
>unprotected young vagina, then maybe after the shock of having his
>prick squirting uncontrollably inside the youngster with jet after
>pearly white jet of his cum filling the child's womb with incestuous
>baby-goo, Dan will begin to realize just how incredibly sexy our
>little girl is getting to be, and maybe he'll do something about it.
>Well ... It's a hope anyway.
> After that I stopped worrying so much about accidental
>ejaculations ... and once, when I saw Sandy leaking sticky white goo
>after Dan pulled out of her, I almost cheered. It probably *wasn't*
>actually my husband's cum oozing out of Sandy's cunny, no matter how
>much it looked like a man's semen; because the chances of a man
>ejaculating his sperm in a girl without actually having sex with her
>were quite slim ... But it *might* have been! There's always a
>chance, you know.
> Thinking about it even more ... Perhaps it might be a good thing
>if Dan really *did* accidentally ejaculate his sperm in Sandy every
>once in a while; emptying his prostate in the girl's womb like a man
>needs to every so often. That, at least, might relieve some of the
>pressure so Dan won't be tempted to have *real* sex with our
>daughter.
> Accidentally? Geesh. Sometimes I even wonder if it might be a
>good idea if I could somehow trick the horny old goat into
>*deliberately* dumping his load in the kid a few times ... if that's
>what it takes to get the idiot to realize just how sexy, erotic, and
>yes, even horny our little girl is becoming these days. She just
>*exudes* sex; and Dan just doesn't seem to realize it!
> God, just listen to me trying to rationalize my husband spilling
>his seed in our little girl, like it was something to be desired.
>It's almost as bad as Dan refusing to see just how sexy the kid is
>getting to be. I mean: Can't Dan just *see* what our little girl is
>up to and wants from her daddy when the girl comes into the room
>wearing a see-through negligee showing off her swelling young
>breasts, flat little tummy, and no panties, climbs on top of her
>father, fits his dick inside her tight little crack, and then slides
>down until his whole prick is buried almost balls-deep inside his
>daughter's belly; leaking pre-cum and possibly sperm in the child's
>womb? Heck, deliberate ejaculation or not, I'm fairly sure that
>quite a few of his sperm have leaked or possibly even been squirted
>at least once or twice into Sandy's vagina; whether he, she, or both
>of them were trying to keep the little wrigglers out of the girl's
>womb or deliberately working to get them inside her.
> Maybe a few times of *deliberately* dumping his cum in our
>daughter's womb would be good for both of them; and get Dan to see
>exactly what Sandy wants from her father. Yeah, I know ... a few
>times of deliberately ejaculating inside the girl would almost
>certainly lead to Dan actually *fucking* Sandy before you know it
>. actually having full-blown sexual intercourse with his own kid.
>But would that be so much worse than the girl getting laid by some
>stranger she barely knows and getting knocked up, or even that much
>different than what's going on right now?
> Still, from all the evidence, Dan is so blind to our little
>girl's sexuality, where she has a woman's sexual desires, sexual
>wants, sexual instincts, sexual *needs*, for Cripe's sake, the old
>goat probably wouldn't see how erotic and sexy our little girl is
>getting to be if you rubbed his nose in her pussy. Hell, he does
>that all the time. I suspect even if Dan *was* deliberately dumping
>his load in the kid two or three times a day; spraying our
>daughter's womb with his seed and even knobbing the girl with his
>baby. For that matter, he'd *still* not notice how sexy Sandy was,
>even if he was on top of her, belly-to-belly with her breasts poking
>his chest, had his prick buried balls deep in the girl as they
>fucked missionary-style with her legs locked around his body, and
>was busy ejaculating his sperm in her flat little tummy and likely
>knocking the kid up with his baby. To Dan, Sandy is still his
>little "innocent" baby girl; and always will be. I suppose she
>would and will remain so, even if he really was or is fucking her
>several times a day.
> I guess it's rather a shame, if you think about it; that Dan
>never will know just how grown-up and sexually-oriented his little
>baby girl has gotten to be ... even if the kid turned out to be
>carrying his baby.
> Geesh. To listen to me, you'd think it was better for a girl to
>actually get knobbed by her own father than merely have unprotected
>sex with some stranger. Watching Sandy take her father's prick
>inside her body must be warping my mind. Somebody outside, watching
>all three of us, might think I *wanted* our little girl to have
>unprotected sex with her own father by constantly calling his
>attention to her budding sexuality, instead of trying to protect the
>kid from having an unwanted baby when somebody else notices.
> Surprisingly, and I don't know if it had anything to do with it,
>from then on Dan seemed to regain a little interest in sex; making
>love to me as often as two or three times a week. At the same time
>he stopped spending so much time at night in Sandy's room; instead
>stopping by to wake the girl up almost every morning. Still, every
>week or so he *did* fall asleep in Sandy's bed instead of ours. I
>didn't complain. I was now getting sex again.
> Still, the image of Dan's prick sliding in and out of our little
>girl, almost as if he *was* having sex with the youngster, was hard
>to get out of my mind. Pardon me, but if you can believe it, it was
>damned sexy! Many nights from then on, while Dan was shoving hard
>into me and the bed was squeaking, I thought about my husband doing
>the same to our little girl and even jacking-off inside our
>daughter's tight little hole; just like I had imagined him doing
>that day.
> Shit. If a man and a woman (OK ... little girl) are having sex
>on a bed, and you make up the bed around them, you'd think you'd
>*know* what was going on, now wouldn't you? I mean, unless you were
>completely *blind*.
> Things went on pretty normally after that. Sandy *still* didn't
>get any boyfriends (or likely I *would* have put the girl on the
>Pill) and thankfully she never asked me again. Time enough to worry
>about such things when the girl was a teenager.
> After that, I began noticing other times when Dan expressed his
>love for Sandy. Several times I noticed them in the shower
>together; and a few of those times it almost looked as if he had his
>prick inside Sandy while he soaped her back. Another time I walked
>in, and Sandy was bent over the sink while he massaged her body,
>both front *and* back, and massaged her inside as well. Yes, his
>prick was buried inside the girl, and when he pulled out there was a
>big flood of white goo that came gushing out, that would almost get
>you thinking Dan had ejaculated inside her, if you didn't know
>better. By now I was used enough to the idea of my husband having
>his prick buried inside our little girl to not be *quite* so
>suspicious that they might be having sex together. Even so, he'd
>better *not* be coming inside her. Just having my husband slide his
>leaking prick up inside her vagina was dangerous enough, considering
>our daughter's developing fertility.
> I reminded Dan that Sandy was becoming a *big* girl now, and that
>maybe she was getting a little too old for him to be sleeping with
>her ... and doing things like that. Like always, when it came to
>how sexy Sandy was getting, Dan couldn't even seem to see what I was
>talking about. It just seemed to go right over his head. God,
>can't he even *see* that Sandy is developing into a young woman?
>Geesh!
> A couple of times, both in the living-room and in her bedroom, I
>saw Sandy sucking Dan's prick, only with more ... uh ... enthusiasm
>than she had as a little girl. Twice I was sure he even came in her
>mouth; and Sandy, like a good girl, swallowed every drop. I was
>*so* proud of her. Obviously Dan has been teaching the girl
>alternatives to sex. That way he gets his relief, and it's not as
>if it wasn't something Sandy hasn't been doing for years. After
>that, I wasn't quite so worried when the other times, once Dan's
>prick was slippery and wet, our daughter climbed on top of him and
>slid down to the root. I knew that, if necessary, Sandy could
>always finish her father off in her mouth, if he really needed it.
>That way they wouldn't be having real sex, like it would be oh-so-
>close to being, if he actually ejaculated inside her vagina. Like I
>said though, it would be hard to fault Dan even if he did,
>considering how tight, young, and yes, sexy our daughter is getting
>to be.
> Dan, of course, just shook his head when I told him this. For
>some reason the idiot can't even see how close what he's already
>doing *is* to really having sex. "Gawd, what's the difference?" was
>I believe his exact words. Damn, you'd have to be blind to not know
>the difference between a man having sex with his own daughter and
>not having sex with her. Well, at least *one* of us isn't that
>blinded by prejudice against sex and little girls.
> It was about five or six months after that time I spied on them
>by making up the bed ... Yes, *spied*. I figure I got curious and
>making the bed was just an *excuse* to see what was really going on.
>Anyway, several months later Sandy started gaining weight.
> I didn't really notice until a month or so after Sandy's 12th
>birthday, and then it was only because the short little micro-mini
>the girl was wearing got too tight.
> When we had to go buy a new outfit for the third time in less
>than two months, I realized it was serious. Sandy was getting FAT.
>This wasn't some minor weight-gain, this was serious. The girl was
>going to have to see a doctor.
> Only Dan, it seems, is even more observant than I am. When I
>mentioned my observation to Dan, he assured me that Sandy already
>WAS seeing a doctor, and he was assured that, "The girl's weight
>gain at this time is normal for her condition."
> Normal? NORMAL? A girl doesn't gain 15 to 20 pounds in a few
>months and have it "normal". And what did the jerk mean by "her
>condition" anyway?
> Over the next few months, Sandy got positively obese! Only,
>instead of being worried, both Dan and Sandy seemed to think the
>whole thing was some kind of big joke; both running their hands over
>the girl's swollen tummy and making jokes about watermelons and
>stuff like that. Dan *did* keep his promise of taking Sandy to see
>the doctor, and each time the answer was the same: "She's doing
>*fine* for a girl in her condition." Gaaahhh!
> The one thing that *did* seem to get better was that as Sandy got
>fatter, his libido increased, as if they were related somehow. From
>a couple times a week, Dan and I were making love almost every night
>. the nights he didn't spend sleeping with Sandy.
> I *knew* something was wrong, and one night about 2:00 AM, Sandy
>yelled for Dan ... she was having pains of some kind in the gut.
> Dan took our daughter to the hospital; leaving me at home to
>worry and watch over things.
>
> Those dirty rats! (And I say that in the most loving way
>possible.) They pulled a FAST one on me! Two days after the so-
>called "emergency", Dan and Sandy came home with a baby!
> Yes, a BABY! Sandy and my sneaky husband Dan must have been
>working on this for *months*. From what I can figure out, some girl
>got pregnant and needed a home for her coming baby ... So Dan and
>Sandy worked it out together to surprise me by adopting the kid!
>That, I guess, was why Sandy was getting so big and her breasts
>started to leak. The girl must have been taking hormones so she
>could give milk and breastfeed the baby they knew they were going to
>get.
> How do I know they adopted the kid? Isn't it obvious? They
>showed me the "birth certificate" and Sandy's name was put down as
>the mother, while Dan was listed as the father. That's what they
>*do* when you adopt ... they change the birth-certificate so the
>child becomes *yours* just like your own "natural" baby. I guess
>Dan and Sandy wanted to surprise me.
> Well, it sure did! Still, the kid, even all tiny, red, and
>wrinkled, was about the cutest baby you ever saw! Sandy and Dan
>named her Selene Reyna, after the moon and a distant aunt ... Or,
>perhaps they just like those names. I am a bit disappointed with
>Dan though ... He could have asked *me* if I wanted to adopt instead
>of all this funny stuff with Sandy. Still, they couldn't have
>surprised me that way, now could they? It's going to be funny being
>a step-mom, grandma, and (in a way) mother again, all at the same
>time. Funny, but fun.
> That pretty much brings us close to up-to-date now. Selene is
>now three months old, and looks surprisingly like both her adopted
>mother and my husband. You wouldn't believe they had adopted the
>kid if nobody told you.
> About two weeks after bringing home the baby, we had a bunch of
>busybody Police and Social-Worker types show up one afternoon. It
>seems that some idiot down at the hospital got the wrong idea when
>Sandy took their new baby home ... and if you can believe it, they
>were accusing DAN of molesting our little girl, and being the father
>of Sandy's baby! The NERVE of some people!
> Well, you can believe that *I* set them straight in a hurry! I
>mean: If Dan really *was* having sex with our little girl, I would
>certainly be the first to know ... now wouldn't I? Hell, if my
>husband was fucking Sandy, how could I miss it unless I was either
>physically blind, or just *refused* to see it! I told the group
>this, dressed them up one side and down the other, and explained how
>Dan and Sandy had just adopted the kid, and generally showed them up
>for the fools they were. I mean: Some people are so *blind*.
>Can't they *see* how much Dan adores the girl? Anyway, birth
>records (thankfully) are locked in adoption cases; so they'll likely
>never find out who the real mother of our new daughter was. It's
>been months now and nobody's been back, so I guess they got the
>point.
> But Dan ... He's *still* blind as a bat when it comes to our
>daughter's sexuality! Now that she's nursing and not on whatever
>hormones she was taking, Sandy has lost most of the extra weight
>except in her bosom as she keeps nursing Selene. It almost makes
>*me* want to take pills to nurse again; but Sandy seems to have
>plenty of milk. <Sigh.>
> The point though, is that with her new shape as she's now a full
>*woman* at 13, menstruating regularly, and now has a full womanly
>figure with breasts many women would kill for, Dan *still* doesn't
>see it!
> He still allows and even *encourages* Sandy to wear short little
>skirts, tight panties, almost no coverage for her (now large)
>breasts, and (yes, that too) sexy young body. Sandy looks like a
>perfect advertisement of youthful sexuality and even fertility.
>Even at home the girl wears little or nothing around the house
>except what you might call "sexy ware" from lingerie places, as if
>she was trying to seduce a man. But of course, the only *man*
>around our house is her father.
> Dan, of course, and as I've complained bitterly, sees none of
>this. In fact, it often seems he *encourages* Sandy to dress up
>like she was ready to fuck somebody at the drop of a pair of
>panties. Damn. Dan is a *man*, and you'd *think* he would notice
>that his own daughter is getting sexy and put his foot down or
>something. Geesh! There are none so blind, as those who absolutely
>*refuse* to see ... even, or especially when their noses are rubbed
>in it.
> And yes, I saw Dan with his nose almost buried in the slit
>between Sandy's legs the other day, almost as if he was performing
>cunnilingus on the girl. Once she was moaning and groaning and
>pushing her cunny at Dan's slobbery-wet face, her father moved up
>the girl's naked body, fit the tip of his swollen prick inside her
>now slippery vagina, and slid home inside Sandy ... almost as if he
>was actually having sex with the girl. If that wasn't enough, Sandy
>then wrapped her arms and legs around Dan; humping back at him,
>while the two shared an open-mouthed slobbery kiss like they were
>lovers instead of merely father and daughter hugging one another.
>For a moment it *almost* looked exactly like some porno film of a
>man having "missionary style" sex, full penetrating vaginal
>intercourse with a woman. I had to shake my head to clear my mind
>of the obscene image that made. It's a good thing I did finally, or
>when Dan started groaning and thrusting heavily into Sandy, while
>she moaned and humped back at him and it became obvious after he
>pulled out, from the flood of sticky white goo leaking from Sandy's
>puffy and reddened slit that he really *had* ejaculated his sperm in
>the girl, I probably might have been convinced that since he was
>cumming in our little girl, he was actually fucking the kid. I
>guess that feeling Sandy's sexy young body against him and her tight
>little cunny milking on his prick had finally gotten the better of
>my husband. Well, like I said before, it's *hard* for a man not to
>ejaculate inside a girl that nubile, young, sexy, and tight, when
>she's squirming and squeezing around his prick like that. And even
>though she's now twelve years old and far less likely to be a virgin
>than she was at ten, I imagine, not having been fucked yet, that
>Sandy still must be incredibly tight and sexy around her father's
>prick. I figured I'd just have to get used to the idea of Dan
>ejaculating his sperm inside the girl every once in a while.
> Even knowing better, you've got to admit that a father couldn't
>come *much* closer to having sex with his own daughter than that,
>without actually doing so ... but he doesn't. Even cumming in her
>doesn't seem to make him realize the danger. Of course, Dan, like
>me and Sandy, knows that while she's nursing the baby, there isn't
>all that much chance of his getting her pregnant, even if he *is*
>filling the girl's tummy with incestuous sperm, almost like he was
>fucking her and trying to plant a baby in her tummy.
> If he didn't notice *then* how sexy our daughter is getting, then
>what can I say, except that he seems completely blind to what's
>going on around him ... at least when it comes to our little girl
>and sex, anyway. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't
>believe my husband could be that blind. It seems that the closer
>the two of them get to having real sex, even with Dan ejaculating
>inside her when the stimulation gets to be too much, the *less* he
>sees how inappropriate it is for a young woman like her to go around
>the house in "fuck me" outfits, almost as if she *wanted* her father
>to have sex with her, fuck her, ejaculate his sperm in her vagina,
>and get her pregnant with her own father's baby. It's almost too
>much to believe that a man could be that blind to his own daughter's
>sexuality!
> Would you?
> Sometimes I look in on Dan and Sandy during the daytime when they
>often take naps together. Usually they're already hugging and
>cuddling; but sometimes I get there early enough to see Dan
>massaging Sandy's (now well-developed) breasts, sometimes even
>sucking on them, then kissing his way down her belly, navel, and
>eventually her pouting slit until she's lubricated enough for him to
>fit his prick inside her vagina and slide inside so they can snuggle
>even closer without the stiff member getting in the way.
> Yes, Dan *does* love our little girl, even now when she's gotten
>to be quite a *big* girl, a woman even. It's just that Dan loves
>our daughter a little more ... um ... intimately than most parents
>love their kids.
> Sometimes watching them hug, cuddle, and kiss like that,
>especially with him sliding in and out, or when Sandy sits on him in
>the big chair and they lock lips with his prick buried deep inside
>her, you'd almost think they were lovers instead of just father and
>daughter. When Sandy starts moaning and jerking madly on top of
>Dan; and when she starts gushing white foam where his prick goes
>inside her, the illusion that they're not just loving each other,
>but making love, is almost overwhelming. Like I said, you'd almost
>think they were having *sex* together, if you didn't know better.
> It's obvious, now that Sandy is a woman, that she realizes she's
>sexy and wants to practice her sexuality with her own father ... The
>drive for sex is *so* strong, even in young girls ... Only he
>doesn't even seem to notice! He's *got* to be blind, at least about
>our daughter's sexuality anyway. Hell, Dan has to *work* at being
>blind to not notice what Sandy's up to.
> I mean: You'd think that when Sandy comes into the living-room,
>almost naked except for a tiny pink "teddy" that displays far more
>of our daughter's sexy young body than it hides, goes over to her
>father, kneels down, sucks his prick until it's hard, wet, and the
>knob is dribbling clear slippery goo, then fits it inside her vagina
>and slides down until my husband is buried to the hilt in her body,
>that it would be quite *obvious* what the girl was trying to get her
>father to do, now wouldn't you think?
> Then, after getting Dan all slippery, when Sandy slides up and
>down on her father's prick, almost as if she was having sex with
>him, until Dan groans, and from the strain on his face you can tell
>it's all he can do to keep from filling our daughter's womb with
>sperm-laden cum, and his prick bulges and dilates inside the girl,
>almost as if he *was* ejaculating thick gobs of semen just teeming
>with his seed ... and, after that episode earlier, knowing there's
>actually a fairly good chance he might be doing so ....
> Well, anybody with only half an eye that wasn't either stupid or
>deliberately *trying* to be blind about the matter, could see what
>the girl was doing with her father.
> By now I'm so used to seeing the two coupling in various places
>and manners around the house, that it isn't the shock to see Dan's
>prick slide into our little girl that it used to be. Watching
>closely where his swollen member split's Sandy's developing vulva, I
>now find it easier to accept that a man can have his penis buried to
>the hilt inside his daughter without really having sex with her;
>though sometimes it's hard to completely accept even now. Sometimes
>jealousy makes me want to imagine my husband *is* fucking the heck
>out of our little girl, and even cumming inside her, actually
>ejaculating his potent sperm deep inside our daughter's sexy young
>belly almost every day, and sometimes several times a day ... But I
>usually manage to fight the idea down before I get too carried away.
>I mean, father's just *don't* have sex with their own little girls,
>let alone have full penetrating vaginal intercourse, with the man
>ejaculating his potent seed into the soft pink recesses of his own
>daughter's unprotected vagina. Sometimes my mind gets carried away
>with obscene ideas. I just can't help it. Watching Dan jerking
>inside Sandy is sometimes almost enough to convince me he *is* not
>just *loving* our daughter like a father should, but really *making-
>love* with the girl; not just fucking Sandy with his prick sliding
>in and out of the youngster's tight little tube, like any real man
>might do with a nubile young girl, but actually ejaculating his
>sperm deep inside his own offspring's tight little vagina; filling
>our little girl's womb with thick white squirts of his virile seed,
>without a care about getting our daughter pregnant. It's often all
>I can do sometimes to convince myself I'm being silly to even
>*think* such obscene things about Dan and Sandy. Still, just the
>thought of my husband's virile sperm even *accidentally* getting
>inside Sandy is scary, even if I know they really aren't having real
>sex ... Or so I convince myself.
> Even that clear sticky "goo" (Cowper's fluid?) leaking from Dan's
>prick, I hear sometimes has sperm in it; so it's dangerous for Sandy
>to get even *that* inside her vagina. I've *tried* to warn Dan
>about this; but like so many things about Sandy and sex, Dan refuses
>to see anything at all wrong with what she's doing. Thinking about
>it, perhaps I *should* get Sandy put on the Pill before something
>happens. The way she's flouting her sexuality, even if Dan can't
>see it, some boy is likely to try getting in her panties ... and I
>can't see Sandy putting up much of a fight to keep him out.
> It's not as though having real sex, even full vaginal intercourse
>with a boy (or even a man, for that matter) would be all that
>different from what Sandy is doing every day with her father, now
>would it? And, since Dan has already showed Sandy how babies are
>made, even having some pimply-faced kid pump his baby in her tummy
>wouldn't be that much of a shock or surprise to the girl.
> Thinking about it ... Would letting Sandy get pregnant by some
>kid (or even some horny adult) really be all that bad? It would be
>kind of nice for Selene to have a little brother or sister, even if
>the kids weren't really related. It's a shame we don't know who the
>mother really is, and there likely isn't a chance of ever finding
>out, let alone identifying the father. They keep those records so
>tightly sealed on baby adoptions it's almost as though the adopting
>parents *were* the biological ones. I know ... I tried; and even at
>the hospital they insisted that Dan and Sandy really *were* the
>little girl's father and mother. Geesh. So, there's really no way
>to even guess who the real mother is. (OK! I apologize! The
>adopting parents *are* the "real" parents. People get so uptight
>about adoptions. Geesh!)
> In the USA today, they say that obesity is almost an epidemic;
>though perhaps the dangers are being a bit overblown (See June, 2005
>Scientific American), there however is one almost unnoticed side-
>effect! With all the overweight kids in school, even a 12-year-old
>girl can have sex for months, get pregnant, carry the child inside
>her for nine months to term, deliver the baby, and go back to school
>. all without anybody noticing a thing! No, not her fellow
>classmates, schoolteachers, nor even her own father and mother.
>Just the other week there was a story in the papers about a girl
>giving birth in a school restroom; and nobody noticed a thing until
>the baby started crying.
> This sort of thing happens all the time, and in fact has become
>so common that some states are even enacting "trashcan baby" laws to
>protect the kids; where any woman can drop off her newborn baby at a
>hospital or police-station, no questions asked. That way desperate
>girls don't have to leave their babies in dumpsters or worse. Don't
>believe me? Look up "trashcan babies" and laws passed about them,
>on the web. In any case, would Sandy having a baby of her own be so
>bad? With luck, maybe we wouldn't even have to put up with the
>pimply kid who knocks her up in the back seat. In a way it's too
>bad girls *can't* have sex with their own fathers.
> Ah well, even if they could, Dan is so blind about Sandy's sexual
>development it likely wouldn't work out even if I encouraged him to
>actually have sex, full vaginal intercourse with Sandy, where he
>fills the girl's tight little vagina with his sperm and eventually
>his baby too. I mean, as it is, Dan doesn't even seem to notice how
>sexy our daughter is getting to be ... even when she's sitting in
>his lap wearing little more than a shift, the girl's perky young
>breasts rubbing against the thick rug of her father's chest-hair,
>Sandy sliding up and down on the man's penis; taking her father's
>swollen, engorged, and cum-leaking prick so deep inside her nubile
>young body you'd think it would come out the girl's mouth; her flat
>young tummy rubbing against Dan's slight paunch, and Dan is jerking,
>thrusting, and probably sometimes even spilling hot sticky white
>gobs of his incestuous seed deep inside the warm wet and fertile
>recesses of our daughter's sexy young belly, if the stimulation gets
>to be too much.
> Like Swift said, "There are none so blind as those who *will* not
>see." And, like *I* said, a person would have to be stupid, blind,
>just plain *not* willing to see, or flat-out deceiving himself like
>Dan is about our daughter's sexuality, to not know what our little
>girl is doing with her daddy.