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Taking Chances (Mf, incest, cons, pedo, preg)
An Erotic Story
by Frank McCoy
I can't believe we did that.
It's bad enough, that Marlene and I are fucking at
all, but
there? Talk about taking chances! If my wife had figured
out
what was going on. . .
Still, in a way there wasn't much chance of that.
Joan just
doesn't THINK of things in a sexual manner. Her mind has
stopped
associating things with sex. In the 13 years since we got
married, Joan's interest in sex has dropped from lukewarm
to
nonexistent.
No, I don't mean that we never fuck. Joan still lets
me
fuck her at least twice a week, and sometimes even oftener.
But
she only does it because she loves me, and she feels it's
her
"duty" to keep me from crawling the walls from sexual
frustration.
Yes, I said she loves me. I still love her too.
That's why
we're still married after all these years. That and
Marlene.
Ours is not one of those frozen relationships you hear
about, where the wife is frigid, and hates having to "put
up"
with her husband's sexual advances. No, Joan dowsn't
"hate" sex,
she just isn't interested. She doesn't mind fucking, it
just
doesn't do anything for her. It does for me, so she makes
a
point of trying to see that I get laid often enough to keep
from
being too frustrated. She does it because she loves me,
and I do
things for her, for the same reason. Sometimes I know that
she
would be just as glad if she could send me off to see some
other
woman for my sex. As long as she didn't lose me by doing
so.
Well, in a way, her wish has come true. Only the "other
woman"
who has no intention of stealing me away, is our own
daughter:
Marlene.
When we first married, Joan seemed to like fucking
almost as
much as I do. Almost. She hadn't seemed to like fucking,
so
much as being fucked. She never played with herself, and
I'm not
really sure if she ever came or not. For sure, she never
complained. Oral sex never interested her. Neither
giving, nor
receiving it. Still, it always seemed to make her so happy
to
feel me jerking and grunting on top of her, as I squirted
her
sexy little tummy full of thick sticky sperm.
Then, about three years after Marlene was born, she
seemed
to lose interest in even that. I guess it might have had
something to do with the fact that it was about that time
we
found out that she couldn't have any more kids. For a
while, we
had discussed adopting, but we both loved each other so
much, we
just couldn't bear the thought of raising another child
that
wasn't part of both of us.
I guess that's one reason we both spoil Marlene so
shamelessly. Not that she ACTS spoiled. It's just that we
can
never quite resist giving her whatever she wants. . . (Like
a
cunny full of her own father's thick prick, or a belly full
of
his incestuous seed. I just couldn't say no. Especially,
when I
was just as horny as she was.)
How it happened, is still a bit blurry to me.
1
Just one day, I was jacking off, with no idea that
Marlene
was still in the house, and my daughter was doing the same.
Marlene heard me making funny noises, and came to
investigate.
There I was naked on the bed; she was naked; and
before you
know it, we were one big nasty; as my little 9-year-old
girl slid
down my engorged prick like a monkey on a pole; ripping her
virginity with scarcely a thought as to the consequences.
We
were both too horny to give a damn.
Obviously, Marlene gets her hot nature from me, not my
wife.
In all our years together, Joan has NEVER come on to me the
way
my daughter did that day. (And almost every day since, for
that
matter.)
That first day, it all happened too fast. Before
either of
us really knew what we were doing, I felt my little 9-year-
old
girl's tight little cunny go into spasms around my invading
prick; squeezing the cum out of me like toothpaste out of a
tube.
At that moment, we were both too involved to even THINK
about
protection, or birth-control. It was only afterwards, when
I
looked over at my little girl; her bare little cunny-lips
still
oozing big white gobs of my incestuous sperm, that I
realized
what a chance we had been taking.
Marlene was NOT on the pill (Joan would have had fits
at the
very idea.) and I knew that she had been having periods for
over
6 months, as I had to buy the pads and lately the tampons
for
her. It had been a little over 2 weeks since her period,
that
first time, but we were lucky. In spite of picking the
best time
of month to get pregnant, Marlene didn't "catch" that time.
<Whew!> Anyway, once we realized what had happened, from
then on
we took precautions.
The first time, since I had already squirted a full
helping
of baby-making cum inside her anyway, we decided to just
take our
chances that night, and we had three more wonderful fucks,
with
my bare prick spurting wildly into her eagerly accepting,
unprotected young womb. After that first time however, I
got a
supply of prophylactics, and we used them religiously.
No, it didn't feel as good; but it was better than her
ending up with a big belly. I don't know HOW I would have
explained that to Joan. Only twice since then, in the
last 6
months, had we "taken a chance" when Marlene had just
gotten over
her period, and "done it for real."
God, did my little girl's tight little cunny feel good
squeezing on my bare quivering prick, while I filled her
tummy
with white sticky cream. Most of the times she was
supposedly
"safe" we just hadn't been able to "get together."
Besides, we
both knew it was risky even then. We both knew that SOME
girls
got pregnant, even during their periods. Still, it was
fairly
safe. We both enjoyed the feel of my sperm actually
spurting
inside her so much, that the slight risk of pregnancy just
added
to the thrill. If we hadn't been able to do it then, we
probably
would have risked it anyway. Thank goodness there were
SOME
times in the month, when we could do it with minimal risk.
Well, things had been going fine. . . Both of us
getting all
the sex we both needed; with no sign of Marlene getting
pregnant.
Then we went on vacation.
2
It was about six days, after we started, that things
came to
a head. From sex two or three times a day, with the
sexiest
little 10-year-old girl in six counties; and sex about
twice a
week from my still lovely wife as well; it had dropped to
nothing. Yes nothing. . . A flat zero.
Marlene and I couldn't get together alone. My wife
was with
us all the time. (She was SUPPOSED to be. After all, it
was HER
vacation too.) To top it all off, I couldn't even get any
from
Joan. It's not that my wife wouldn't have been willing to
accommodate me, it's just that she didn't want Marlene to
see.
What a joke. Marlene has probably had about as much
sex in
the past six months, as my wife has had in the same number
of
years. Still, Joan was worried that we might shock or
"corrupt"
the little girl, if she accidentally saw us fucking. It
would
have been hysterical, if it wasn't so damned frustrating.
Of course, I don't DARE tell Joan the truth: That her
little
girl not only would NOT be shocked to see us fuck, but
would
probably be turned on by it, and I'm fairly sure would not
only
like to watch, but to join in herself.
by the third day, I could tell that Marlene was
getting as
frustrated as I was. What had seemed like a cute idea
before we
started: Marlene only bringing short little dresses and
mini-
skirts, so that I could occasionally look up her dress, and
see
her panties while she was in the back seat, had turned out
to be
a BIG mistake. It was driving us both horny out of our
minds.
Me from seeing her so sexy and willing and unavailable; and
her
from knowing I was looking. I knew my daughter was
spending half
her time with her legs crossed, and I knew she wasn't
sleeping
very good at night either. There wasn't much either of us
could
do. I mean, we both love her mother too much to take a
chance on
her finding out that her husband and 10-year-old daughter
were
having an affair. It isn't Joan's fault that she doesn't
enjoy
sex as much as we do. Finding us involved in a sexual
relationship, would probably destroy our happy home, and
neither
Marlene nor I wanted to chance that. That's why I can't
believe
we did what we did.
I guess my prick and my daughter's hot little pussy
took
control of our brains that day. After almost a week of no
sex,
my prick was a constant hard-on, that made it almost
impossible
to pee in the morning.
Marlene must have been equally frustrated. Anyway, my
mind
must have been floating in sex-hormones, to agree with my
horny
little girl's suggestion.
At the time however, it seemed like an almost
brilliant
idea. For sure, I didn't raise any objections. Once
Marlene had
suggested the idea, I went along the whole way. So I
really
can't just blame her.
Up to that time my wife and I had been taking turns
driving,
with the non-driving partner in the passenger seat of the
car;
while Marlene kept company with the cooler and other junk
in the
back. Quite often the little girl would sleep, while one
or the
other of us drove. My wife knew I was suffering; but had
no idea
just how much.
3
Not being horny herself, she couldn't appreciate how
doing
without for so long, and seeing my daughter sleeping in the
back,
with her panties pulled right up into her tight little
snatch was
driving me right up the wall with suppressed need. When
she
thought that Marlene was sleeping, Joan once told me that
she
would "make it up to me" when we got back from vacation.
If anything, that just made me hornier. I knew that
my wife
would actually try to keep her promise. (She always did.)
So,
to know that the sexy woman sitting next to me (looking
sexier
yet, with each passing hour) would be willing to relieve
the
pressure in my balls, if only we could be alone; and to top
it
off, the little girl in the back seat, would be only too
glad to
do the same thing, if SHE could just be alone with me, was
frustration compounded. I guess that's why I went along
with
Marlene's suggestion.
At first, I was scared; but the thought of how my
little
girl's tight little hole would feel, sucking the big load
of cum
I'd been saving up for days got to be to much for me. I
agreed.
It was about half an hour later, that the act began.
Marlene was lying in the back seat, ostensibly asleep,
when
she started whimpering. Since I had just "swapped off" the
driving with my wife at the last stop, where Marlene had
come up
with this idea, I turned around to see what was the matter.
Our
daughter was lying in the back, eyes-closed, and shivering
as if
in fear. I happened to know that it wasn't fear, but
sexual
frustration, that was making the little 10-year old shiver,
but
the illusion was pretty damn good.
"What's the matter, Honey," I asked.
Marlene didn't answer. She just shivered all the
harder,
and curled up in a tight little ball. By this time, my
wife was
becoming somewhat distracted by all this, and started to
pull the
car over to the side of the road. Luckily, we were on a
fairly
deserted two-lane road at the time. (Well actually,
Marlene had
waited until the road was deserted just for this.) Just
about
the time the car came to a crunching stop, Marlene let out
a
screech that almost deafened us. "Daddy, Daddy don't let
them. . . AieeeeEEEKK!" Her eyes flipped open, and she
almost
jumped at me, but the seat-belt and shoulder-harness held
her in
place.
"Daddy, don't let them get me," she whimpered, as I
managed
to get her untangled, and the little girl wrapped her arms
around
my neck in a stranglehold. My daughter's actions almost
had MY
heart aching for her, and I knew it was only an act. My
wife
must have felt incredibly sorry for her little girl. We
both
hated to make Joan hurt for her little girl this way, but
we
hadn't been able to come up with a more convincing
scenario, that
would produce the desired results.
By this time, Marlene seemed to be waking up, and
figured
out that it was just a dream. "Daddy," she said, "can I
stay up
here with you?" She had already climbed in my lap,
spreading her
legs around mine, and was resting her head on my shoulders.
"Please Daddy?" she repeated.
4
I looked over at my wife. Joan looked back at me.
"I suppose," I said. "Here, let me get a blanket, and
I'll
cover us both with it, and then settle the seat-belt around
us."
Soon we were both wrapped up in the blanket, with my
arms
wrapped comfortingly around my daughter's body. Except for
her
head, resting comfortably on my shoulder, the little girl
was
completely covered by the blanket. Underneath the blanket
however, her fingers were quite busy.
At the last rest-stop, Marlene had removed her
panties, and
I had slipped both my cock and balls out through the gap in
my
shorts, and unzipped my pants. By carefully walking back
to the
car, no one had noticed that my fly was unzipped. If they
HAD
noticed, I would have just acted slightly embarrassed, and
zipped
up. With only a slight wiggle on my part, Marlene's hot
little
hand managed to get my pre-cum dribbling penis out of the
pants,
and pushing up against her tiny little slit where we both
were so
eager to get it inside. Marlene pretended to go to sleep.
I looked over at my wife. She looked back at me; then
at
Marlene and gave a shrug. If we were comfortable in our
cramped
position, Joan seemed to figure it was our problem. With a
grind
of gears, the car started moving again.
For almost 10 minutes, the two of us didn't dare do
anything, until we figured that Joan was ignoring the two
sleeping people in the next seat. Yes, I was pretending to
sleep
too. Not that I could have. The feel of my little girl's
slit
rubbing against the head of my prick, as my daughter tried
to
capture it without using her hands was almost enough to
make me
spurt thick sticky cum all over her belly, and spoil it for
both
of us. Finally, Marlene reached down with her far-side
hand so
her mother wouldn't notice, and placed the head of my prick
right
up against her hot little hole.
Damn! It wouldn't go in. Pre-cum was dribbling down
the
sides like ice-cream melting off a cone on a hot day, but
the top
of my prick was still dry. As was the top of her otherwise
creaming little slit. On any NORMAL day, we would have
just
swabbed my prick up and down just ONCE, and we would both
have
been nicely lubricated. This time, we didn't dare risk the
movement. We both just kept pushing; gritting our teeth,
until
the head of my prick suddenly snapped inside my daughter.
"OW," I said, involuntarily, while Marlene sucked in
her
breath at the unexpected pain.
"Something wrong?" asked my wife, looking at us
worriedly.
"No, just this <Ugh> darn seat-belt," I grumbled,
using the
excuse of readjusting the harness to slip the head of my
prick
out of my daughter, and then back in, to spread some
lubrication
around. This time, almost half my cock slid up inside my
little
girl. I couldn't believe it: I was actually fucking my
own
daughter, while my wife was sitting right next to us,
driving the
car. The very thought was so erotic, that I almost came
right
then. I grit my teeth, and somehow managed to hold on.
5
After a couple more fake "adjustments" I found myself
holding my little girl, while my fat cock was buried all
the way
up inside her tight little hole. We didn't DARE fuck, but
we
both lay there, enjoying the pleasure of being mated, while
my
cock dribbled pre-cum and sperm in the little girl's belly.
For almost a half hour we did this; while the miles
passed,
and we both pretended to be sleeping. Finally, it got to
be too
much for Marlene, and she started to have another
"nightmare";
squirming on top of me, as she writhed through a climax
that had
her tight little cunny squeezing on my prick in a way that
no man
could resist.
I looked over at my wife, and shrugged. She had
noticed
(How could she NOT notice?) our little girl's squirming
under the
blanket, but didn't say anything. I almost bit my tongue,
to
keep from groaning with sexual satisfaction, as my prick
exploded, and I emptied my prostate in my little girl's
womb.
Pulse after thick sticky pulse of my potent sperm spat out
of my
throbbing prick, and into the welcoming belly of my own
daughter.
It felt so GOOD, to let that stored-up load of baby-making
seed
go. Right where it belonged, too.
As my squirts slowed to just dribbles of incestuous
sperm
leaking into my daughter's tight little hole, and Marlene's
frantic squeezes died down from ones that threatened to
pull my
cock off, to just a warm friendly milking of the last
sticky
drops into her hungry vagina, I opened my eyes and looked
over at
my wife, who was looking back. For a second, I was worried
that
Joan knew what was going on, but she didn't say anything.
She
just shrugged herself, and swung the car back onto the road
from
the shoulder where she had stopped, as she watched Marlene
suffer
through another "nightmare." God, was that close!
It was about this time, that I suddenly realized what
I had
just done. During the trip, I hadn't brought along any
condoms,
because I was both scared that Joan might find them, and
also
figured (fairly correctly) that Marlene and I wouldn't have
a
chance to use them anyway. Well, any NORMAL chance. This
was
certainly not a normal situation. Now I had just emptied
my
balls of my virile baby-making cum, right up inside my own
daughter's tight little hole. At that moment, my sperm was
probably wriggling its way up inside her, is search of her
waiting eggs, and I couldn't even pull out of her, to let
it
drain out. SHIT! And Marlene's period had been just a
little
over two weeks ago. If I had been TRYING to get my little
girl
pregnant, I couldn't have picked a better time. Double-
shit.
Talk about taking chances!
I looked over at my wife; now driving the car, but
still
aware of her two "sleeping" charges. A small smile was on
her
face, and I could tell that she was feeling happy about
something. Probably she just loved the two of us, and was
happy
to see us both so comfortable together. I wondered just
how
happy she would be, if she realized just HOW comfortably we
were
fitting together at that moment. I shuddered at the very
thought. WHAT a chance we had been taking. And I STILL
didn't
dare pull my now-softened prick out of Marlene.
6
The relaxation and release of sexual tension, combined
with
the continuing drone of the car, as Joan continued to put
mile
after mile of empty highway behind us was too much. I fell
asleep, with my prick still buried in my little girl's
tight
little snatch; still dribbling an occasional drop of
incestuous
seed in her tight little belly.
I must have slept for over an hour. It's a wonder
that the
blanket didn't slip off; revealing the way my little girl
was
sitting spraddle-legged on her own father, with his big
cock
right up inside her pre-teenaged crack. Luckily, it
didn't. At
least Joan never squawked about anything; so I presume it
didn't.
When I woke up, I was already getting hard again.
Marlene
was still sleeping (For real, this time.) but her tight
little
cunny was squeezing on my prick with a regularity that was
almost
impossible to resist. I didn't want to anyway. Having
already
cum inside her once, I figured, "What damage will it do, if
I cum
in her again? If she's going to get pregnant, she probably
already is."
I couldn't help myself. The warm squeezing tightness
of my
little girl's cunny was too much. Lying there sleeping
with my
prick still warmly ensconced in her tight little slit;
Marlene
was STILL the sexiest creature on Earth. She didn't even
have to
move. Just knowing that my cock was all the way up inside
her,
leaking my dangerous baby-making seed in her womb, was more
than
my overstimulated mind could take.
My dick not only rose to attention and expanded in my
daughter's vagina, (Bringing faint whimpers of satisfaction
from
the little girl, as she enjoyed the sensation of being
filled by
her own father's cock while she slept.) but once it had
reached
full engorgement, the tickling sensation of my daughter's
cervix
poking against the tip made it explode with still another
wave of
thick sticky cum. I just lay there, as wave after wave of
release ran through my body, and my balls emptied
themselves into
my little girl's 10-year-old body. I couldn't have pulled
out
now, without drawing attention to the very thing I was
trying to
hide.
To tell the truth, I didn't want to. Even the thought
that
Marlene might get pregnant, was more of a turn-on, than a
real
worry. Bulge after bulge of thick sticky cum rippled
through the
base of my prick, before being forcefully injected into my
sleeping daughter's unprotected young womb. It felt so
GOOD to
let that rusty load of baby-juice go.
Finally, my frantic spurts died down to just trickles
and
then just a slow drip from the end of my penis. Gradually,
my
cock lost its stiffness, and slowly retreated until it
could no
longer remain inside Marlene. We had done it! Somehow, we
had
not only fucked ONCE, but TWICE. All this, while sitting
right
next to my wife while she drove the car. "Whoo," I
thought, "we
made it!"
Too soon. It was right about then, that the
unexpected
happened. When my cock slipped out of my sleeping little
girl's
tight little cunny, it was followed by a flood of mixed
sperm and
little-girl cum. Suddenly, my pants were soaking-wet in
front,
and the unmistakable smell of sex permeated the car. My
hair
stood on end. No WAY could even Joan miss this.
7
She didn't. I looked over and saw my wife staring at
me.
"Oh Shit," I said.
Marlene shifted into a more comfortable position, now
that
my cock was no longer holding her pinned in place at the
hips.
At the same time, my soaking-wet prick finished its retreat
back
into my pants. "Too late," I thought.
Joan looked at me, with a strange expression on her
face.
"You just came in your pants, didn't you?" she asked.
My face flamed red. I didn't DARE tell her that I had
not
only cum all over my pants; but even as we spoke my thick
sticky
sperm was dripping out of our daughter's vagina, adding to
the
mess in my lap. I hung my head in embarrassment. Far
better
that she think me a pervert for cumming in my pants, than
her
knowing what had REALLY happened.
"It's OK," My wife reassured me. "I saw her earlier;
rubbing herself against you. It's a wonder you didn't cum
back
then."
My jaw gaped in astonishment. Was this really MY
wife?
For the next two hours we drove like that. After a
while,
my prick resurrected; rubbing against my 10-year old
daughter's
smooth little tummy. I didn't dare do anything, now that
my
wife's attention had been drawn. So for the next hour or
two, my
cock was stimulated, but I couldn't do any thing but smile
at the
delicious sensations. It's a wonder I didn't cum again.
Marlene
woke up just in time for us to stop for supper, before we
continued on. Not very far this time. Only far enough to
find a
Motel for the night. My wife could see that I was in no
shape to
drive, even though I had been in the passenger-seat for the
last
four hours.
"I'll go check," Said Joan, as she pulled the car into
the
Motel parking lot.
"I'll come too," I said. I could barely keep my eyes
open.
"What's the matter, Big Boy, don't trust me to
negotiate?"
What could I say? If my wife wanted to show off her
bargaining powers, I wasn't going to object. Besides, a
beautiful woman quite often got bargains that a guy like me
never
would. Anyway, I was tired. "Go to it," I said.
I watched my wife crunch through the gravel towards
the
lighted doorway. It seemed like only two seconds later,
but the
clock on the dash had advanced over 10 minutes, when I was
awoke
by my wife opening the car door.
"Jerk didn't want to rent it to me," she grumbled.
"Personally, I think he was just trying to get a good look
down
my blouse."
"Did you give him one?" I asked with a grin.
Joan looked at me sourly. "We'll just have to make-do
with
what we got," she said.
"You mean, you didn't get a room?" I was almost too
tired
to be angry.
"Oh, we got a room all right," observed Joan. "It's
just
that there's only one bed. We'll all have to sleep
together."
8
At first, I was going to object, but then the horny
possibilities made me shut up. I guess the stimulation of
my
daughter's bare belly rubbing against my bare cock for over
two
hours had made me think with my prick, instead of my head.
There's no WAY I'd be able to do anything with Joan,
with
Marlene in the same bed, And as for doing anything with
Marlene. . . There's no way that my wife wouldn't know if I
tried. I was right.
After a quick shower, and brushing our teeth, we all
climbed
into bed. I was surprised when I ended up in the middle.
I had
really expected my wife to assume that position, for
propriety's
sake, if for no other reason. Damn. And Marlene had
chosen an
outfit to wear to bed, that seemed just designed to torment
me.
A little pink-lace teddy, that barely covered her ass when
she
stood up. When she got in bed next to me. . . Whew!
Naturally,
she had picked THIS night to not wear any panties either.
And my
wife didn't say a word. . . Until much later.
No matter how I tried, I couldn't get to sleep. Lying
naked
between two sexy females, either one of which would fuck me
if
they could, but neither of whom would while the other was
there,
was too stimulating. Tired as I was, my erection just
wouldn't
go down. It kept rubbing up against either one sexy little
ass,
or the other. No matter WHICH way I turned, was a
delectable
female body.
Marlene had dropped off to sleep almost immediately.
I had
assumed that Joan did the same, until her whisper jerked me
back
fully awake, from my daydream where I was able to slip my
swollen
prick right up inside my sleeping little girl, instead of
just
rubbing it against her sexy little butt.
"Have you got a hard-on?" whispered Joan.
Does a bear shit in the woods? Is the Pope catholic?
After
having my prick rubbing against my sexy little girl's
smooth
tummy for hours, then having her warm little butt rubbing
against
me, while lying in bed; my prick was hard enough to drive
nails
with.
"Here," said my wife, reaching over me and lifting
Marsh's
leg. "Put it between her legs. That way, it won't bother
you so
much."
Well, maybe my prick was no longer strained by being
bent
out of shape, but the feeling of the sleeping little girl's
slit
rubbing against the top of my prick did anything BUT
"relieve the
tension." If anything, my prick got even harder, and ached
worse
than before.
I couldn't believe my own wife had done this. THIS
was the
woman who showed almost no interest whatever in sex? This
same
woman who now seemed to be actually TRYING to get me to
seduce
our little 10-year-old girl. Or maybe, she was trying to
get our
little girl to seduce ME. I wasn't sure which, by now.
9
If I had found the previous hard to believe, the next
thing
just blew me away.
"Why don't you slide it in and out between her legs a
little," she said, "and rub it up against her crack, while
you
do."
Joan WAS trying to get me to "make out" with
Marlene!!! I
couldn't believe it, but I did it anyway.
After a while, the stimulation of sliding my prick in
and
out between my little girl's legs was too much. "Oh God,
I'm
going to cum," I groaned. I fully expected Joan to stop
me, as I
continued, "I'd better stop before I. . ."
"Oh God yes," she said. "You don't want to get it all
over
the bed. . . Here:"
I had thought I was past astonishement, when I found
out
what the real thing was. My wife reached over me; grabbed
my
pre-cum dribbling prick; and rubbed the slippery head
against our
daughter's pouting cunny-lips. "Now push," she commanded.
"I was almost in shock from surprise, but I did it
anyway.
The head of my prick slipped into my little girl's tight
belly
with a slight "pop".
"There," said Joan with satisfaction, "Now you won't
get it
all over the sheets."
I don't know about the sheets, but I sure was about to
squirt about a gallon of sperm all over the inside of my
daughter's vagina. The feeling of the tight ring at the
entrance
to my daughter's cunny, slipping like a rubber-band down
over the
head of my prick, was increadibly good.
Feeling the head of my prick "pop" inside her, woke up
Marlene for a second.
"Uh, Momma. . . what?" she murmured, sleepily.
"Ssshh. It's OK Honey. Go back to sleep," soothed
Joan.
"It's just your father getting you pregnant."
"OK Momma, if you say so," replied Marlene, as she
snuggled
back at me.
Hearing this was a shock, like a blow to the back of
the
head. My wafe actually wanted. . . no, EXPECTED me to
impregnate
my own daughter! I couldn't help myself. I did it.
Wave after wave of release swept through me, as I let
my
little girl have every drop of sperm I had been building up
for
hours. It felt almost like I was pissing sperm in my
little
girl, as I just lay there and let it flow.
Joan looked at me, and then at our sleeping daughter,
with
my prick holding my potent seed bottled up in her tight
little
hole like a cork in a bottle. "Good," she said, in a
satisfied
tone. "Make sure you pull out, before she wakes up in the
morning. She'll probably think it was all just a dream.
At
least, until her pants get tight anyway. Maybe tomorrow
night we
can do it again, to make sure."
Oh my Lord! I was right. Joan DID expect me to
father a
child on our unsuspecting little girl. Or was that
"EXpecting"
little girl? for sure, it wouldn't be a big surprise to
Marlene,
if her panties got tight. I began to wonder, "Just who was
fooling whom?"
10
It took me a while, but I finally figured it out. SEX
didn't interest Joan. Having babies did. If she couldn't
have
them herself, then she was quite willing to let her
daughter
carry them for her.
The next day, I asked her. It turned out that I was
right.
Joan had originally wanted at LEAST four children. "Just
think,"
she said, "if we had three more little girls right now, you
could
be getting all THREE of them pregnant as well. Of course,
it's
not too late yet. Who knows, maybe Marlene's kids will all
be
girls."
My prick ached at the very thought. I guess sometimes
it
DOES pay to "take chances". Even if you get caught.
The next morning I woke up with my prick still tucked
up
inside my daughter's tight little hole. Regretfully, I
pulled
out with a slight little "pop." Barely a trickle of cum
dribbled
out. My daughter's cunny must have absorbed almost every
drop of
sperm that I had left inside her the night before.
Marlene must have felt me pull out. "Thanks Daddy,"
she
murmured, sleepily.
"Nnnnn. Thank you," I murmured in reply, as I nuzzled
her
neck. Damn she smelled good!
About this time, Joan started to wake up, so we had to
pull
apart before I found myself getting carried away and my
wife got
suspicious. Though, after that incredible scene last
night, I
wondered if Joan would mind at all, if I started fucking
our
daughter right in front of her.
I decided I'd better not chance it, and let Joan
proceed
with HER little fantasy at her own pace. Actually, I
couldn't
wait to see what she was going to try next. That is, if
what had
happened the previous night hadn't been just an incredible
wet-
dream. I mean, my own wife, who didn't even like sex,
trying to
get me to sneak a baby into her own daughter's womb.
Now THAT was kinky! I had almost convinced myself
that it
all WAS just a dream, when Joan pulled me to one side, and
whispered in my ear while Marlene was brushing her teeth,
and
couldn't hear. "If she sits on your lap today," she hissed
in my
ear, "why don't you slip old 'John Henry' out of your
pants, so
she can REALLY feel it, instead of it just making a bulge
in your
pants for her to rub against?"
"God, I might cum all over her," I protested. Not
very
strongly though. The thought was making my prick ache
already.
"Or cum IN her," agreed my wife. "That's the idea.
Why not
see just how far she'll go?"
I already knew how "far" Marlene would go, but I
wasn't
about to tell my wife that. The only place we had held
back up
to now, was actually getting her pregnant. It seemed that
my
wife was planning on doing just that! Well, if Marlene
didn't
object, for sure I wouldn't. Not when my own wife was
trying to
get me to do it.
By this time, the object of our discussion had
finished her
toilet, and had noticed the two of us with our heads
together.
"What's up?" she asked.
"Marlene. . . Since you seemed to do so well, sitting
on
your father's lap last night, why don't you sit up there
with him
again this morning?"
11
I almost laughed at my daughter's reaction. Here she
had
been trying to figure out a way to repeat her actions of
the
night before, without her mother getting suspicious, and
then
Joan proposes the idea herself.
Finally deciding to take her good luck for just that,
Marlene shrugged. "OK Momma, if you say so," she replied.
"Good," Said Joan. "Only this time, since you won't
be
sleeping, we'll just leave the blanket in the back seat."
It was all that I could do, to control my mirth, as I
saw
the consternation spread across my little girl's face.
Sitting
on my lap, with my big prick separated from her hot little
pussy
by only the fabric of her panties and my pants, was going
to be
frustration to the point of torture, to the horny little
minx.
Little did she know, that her twat and my prick were only
going
to have HER sexy little panties separating them.
Was she EVER going to get wet! She didn't DARE leave
off
her panties like she had the night before. I grinned at my
wife.
This would serve the little girl right, for all the teasing
she
had given me in the last few days. Still, it was going to
be
almost as bad for me. On the other hand, I knew that my
wife was
up to something. Marlene didn't.
I couldn't wait to see just how far she was going to
let
things go. It looked as though if I played my cards right,
within a day or so, and maybe even sooner, I might be lying
on
top of my 10-year-old daughter, with my thick cock buried
up
inside her tight little vagina; pumping her cute little
belly
full of baby making sperm, while BOTH her AND my wife
encouraged
me to impregnate the kid. God, I was almost ready to cum
just
thinking about it.
Of course, I didn't really want to knock the kid up if
she
didn't want me to, but the way she liked to fuck, and the
way my
wife was setting things up, I didn't figure she would take
much
convincing. Maybe none at all, in fact. Who knows,
Marlene
might be dreaming of having my baby inside her tight little
tummy
right now; and the thought of her mother finding out, might
be
the only thing keeping her from asking me to do it. I
shuddered
at the delicious thought.
After breakfast, while the girls were busy getting the
suitcases packed and back in the car, I went over to the
motel
office to return the key.
The morning clerk gave me a tired smile, as I handed
him the
key. It's a pleasure to see somone try to make you feel
good by
smiling, when they are exhausted. I returned the favor,
and
smiled back. "It's a shame you ran out of doubles last
night,
huh?" I said.
The man gaped at me. "HUH?" he said. "Look over
there," he
said, pointing to a rack full of keys. "The only rooms we
ran
out of last night, was singles, and that only because some
dippy
woman insisted or renting one for her family, even when the
night-clerk offered her a double for the same price. . .
Jerk."
He looked at me for a second, then apologised, "Not
YOU. . .
I meant that crazy woman. I wonder if she had her son
sleep in
the same bed with her and her husband. You can't tell,
with
someone that nutty."
I was very thoughtful, as I returned to the car.
12
That morning, I wore shorts. We were passing through
a dry
area, almost semi-desert, and it was a lot hotter than
coming
through the hills the night before. Besides, I wanted to
feel
the bare skin of my little girl's legs rubbing against
mine. (I
AM a horny old goat, ain't I?)
I repeated my action of the night before, leaving my
fly
unzipped. Only THIS time, my wife knew about it, and my
daughter
didn't. For all of two whole minutes, that is.
We settled into the car-seat, and buckled in. the
short
little mini-skirt that Marlene wore, barely covered the
juncture
of our thighs.
Joan gave me a grin, as the car lurched into motion.
I
guess the excitement of knowing what was about to happen in
the
next seat was distracting her from her driving.
Thankfully, the
road was almost empty, and straight as an arrow.
After about five minutes, the feel of my prick pushing
against her tummy caused Marlene to squirm a little. I
reached
down, and shifted my pants (supposedly out of sight of my
wife)
and my prick popped out to where it was now rubbing against
the
smooth cotton panties of the little girl.
Marlene let out her breath with a rush, as she felt my
thick
cock rubbing against her panty-clad belly. It was
incredibly
erotic.
Joan looked over at me and grinned. SHE knew what our
sexy
little daughter had just felt. Now, she wanted the little
girl
to get even hotter, and seethe for a while. I guess she
figured
that if I got the little girl horny enough, she wouldn't
object
to anything her mother suggested. As long as she got her
little
pussy-itch taken care of anyway. She was right.
Before we had been on the road much more than half an
hour,
Marlene's little cunny was so wet, a steady stream of
liquid was
dripping onto my crotch.
I wasn't in much better condition. Pre-cum was
smearing all
over my little girl's belly, just above her panty-line, and
soaking into the cloth below. Between me and Marlene, the
front
of her cotton panties was wet as a dishrag.
I don't know how much longer I could have stood it,
when I
felt the car bump and jerk as we pulled into a little
roadside
rest-area. Three trees, a picnic-table, and a trash-barrel
were
the entire rest-stop, but we didn't need much. My wife, it
seems, was getting almost as frustrated as my daughter and
I
were.
"Let me see," she said, flipping Marlene's short
little
skirt out of the way, exposing my bare prick rubbing
against our
daughter's panty-clad tummy.
Marlene was almost in shock. Caught! By her own
mother,
teasing her father sexually. It was only when she realized
that
I didn't seem concerned, and that her mother wasn't yelling
and
screaming at her, that she caught on.
"You planned this, didn't you Mommy?" she asked.
"What do you think?" replied Joan with a grin.
Marlene responded with a grin of her own, and ground
her
hips against my crotch. This time, in full view of her
mother.
"I think you LIKE seeing me do this," she responded.
13
"Hmm," said Joan. "Mike, why don't you slide that big
old
thing up inside the leg of her panties, so she can feel it
rubbing against her belly without her panties in the way?"
It took every ounce of willpower I had, to keep from
slipping the head of my engorged prick right up inside my
little
girl's hot little hole, instead of just inside her panties,
like
her mother wanted. We both ached with frustration, but
didn't
dare risk annoying her mother and possibly losing her
approval
for even this much.
"There," said Joan, looking approvingly at where the
head of
my cock was now peeking out of the band at the top of her
little
girl's panties. "Now you can REALLY feel your father's
cock.
Isn't that sexy?"
Both Marlene and I had to agree. It was incredibly
sexy! I
fought down an urge to splatter my sperm all over the front
of my
little girl. I could tell that Marlene was just as
excited, and
just as frustrated. Still, neither one of us said a word,
as
Joan pulled the car out of the shade of the tree we were
parked
under, and continued down the road.
After a bit, at first tentatively, then with more
energy,
when she found that her mother not only didn't object, but
gave
her a broad smile, Marlene began working her crotch against
mine.
Up and down, back and forth.
The feel of my prick slip-sliding against her smooth
little
tummy was exquisite. The pre-cum leaking from the head of
my
prick, and the little-girl excitement leaking from her
little
slit made us both so slippery and wet, it was like we were
greased.
It was getting to be too much for me. "I'm going to.
. .,"
I warned. Marlene just humped even faster against me.
"Quick!" said my wife, risking a quick glance at the
obscene
coupling beside her. "Slip the head of your prick up
inside
Marlene, so it doesn't get all over the seat, like last
night."
My daughter was the only one left in the car with a
lick of
sense. This was surprising; seeing she was just as hot to
feel
me inside herself, as I was to be there. "But Momma," she
complained, "we don't have any condoms with us."
"Of course not," snapped her mother. "How do you
expect to
get pregnant, if you have your father waste his sperm in a
stupid
rubber?"
Marlene gaped at her mother. The shock of the woman's
words
distracting her from her erotic dance on my lap. "You mean
you
WANT me to. . ." She couldn't say it.
"Of course," snapped her mother again. "What's the
point of
fucking your father, if you DON'T get pregnant? If you're
going
to keep on fucking my husband, I expect to get at least
three or
four kids out of you before you go to college. Now here. .
."
Still keeping her eyes half on the road, and half on her
family,
Joan grabbed my cock while Marlene shifted over enough to
capture
the cum-dribbling head in her crack.
There was a satisfied sigh from both of us, as my cock
slid
home in my daughter's belly.
14
Joan didn't even seem to be surprised at Marlene's
lack of
virginity, or the fact that the 10-year-old little girl was
able
to take ALL of her own father's 8 inch prick clear up
inside her
little slit, without splitting in two. She just seemed
satisfied. Or is that smug? Whatever.
It was such a relief to FINALLY get my cock back
inside my
daughter where it belonged, that I didn't have time to
wonder
about what my wife did or did not know about my
relationship with
our little girl. For sure, she didn't seem to be angry,
and that
was all that counted. That and the fact that Joan seemed
to
almost EXPECT me to father a child on our little girl.
For sure, she seemed to want me to TRY. So I did.
Try that
is. If my wife wanted me to impregnate our daughter, and
Marlene
didn't object, then who was I to squawk?
It took longer than you might have expected. Almost
half an
hour in fact. For almost 30 minutes, we sped down the
road,
enjoying the pleasures of being mated, while my wife looked
over
occasionally to see how we were doing.
After a while though, neither one of us could hold out
any
more. As Marlene's face distorted with unmistakable sexual
pleasure, and my breath came in grunts and pants, we almost
simultaneously reached our peak.
This time, I came first, squirting thick sticky gobs
of
incestuous seed in my little girl's womb. Feeling me jerk
underneath her, was enough to set Marlene off.
It's a good thing the air-conditioning was on, and the
windows closed, as the wail of sexual bliss the little girl
let
out would probably been heard for two miles, otherwise.
Knowing
that she didn't have to hide her pleasure from her mother
allowed
Marlene to let herself go, and really wail her pleasure,
while
her little cunny milked and squeezed on my cock like a
milking
machine gone out of control.
I was so lost in my own pleasure, as I jerked and
spurted
rope after rope of thick slippery cum inside my daughter,
that I
barely noticed the car swerve around another vehicle as my
wife
passed it by. Maybe I should have.
We had barely "cum" down from our incredible high, and
were
just sitting there with my prick still dribbling some last
sticky
drops of incestuous cum in Marlene's tight little hole,
when we
heard a "honk," and noticed flashing red lights behind us.
SHIT!
The cops were pulling us over.
We didn't even have time to uncouple, as the big brown
vehicle pulled alongside and the burly policeman waved my
wife
over to the side.
In fact, we barely had time to flip Marlene's little
skirt
down, to cover the juncture of our loins, before we pulled
to a
stop. Thankfully, my pants weren't down around my ankles,
like
they might have been.
We all waited in scared silence. I didn't DARE pull
out of
Marlene, remembering all too well, what had happened the
night
before. If this cop figured out what we were doing. . .
<shudder>
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"Will you roll down your window Ma'm?" the voice of
the cop
SOUNDED friendly enough.
"Uh Ma'm," said the friendly voice, (It helps I guess,
to
have a beautiful woman in the driver's seat.) "I hate to
have to
tell you this, bit this ISN'T the interstate. The speed
limit
here is 55, NOT 75."
"Oh Shit," I thought. "He's going to haul us in, and
there's no WAY he's going to be able to miss what we've
been
doing." Surprisingly, I was wrong.
"Now I realize how hard it can be," continued the cop
(A
local sheriff, by the logo on the squad-car.) "to keep an
eye on
the speedometer, when you're being distracted by your
daughter.
I know how it is to have a child having a tantrum in the
car."
Oh God! He had seen us! Thankfully, he had
attributed
Marlene's actions to a "tantrum" instead of what had REALLY
been
going on.
"So," he continued with a twinkle in his eye, "I'm
just
going to give you a warning this time, if you promise me
you'll
keep your eye on the road, and let your husband and
daughter work
things out between themselves."
My wife choked, gasped, wheezed, and finally managed
to
agree. What a line! If the cop only knew. . .
Now that the unpleasant part was over, the cop stopped
to
chat.
He asked where we were coming from; where we were
going; and
where we planned to stay the night. Finding out that we
were
mainly just roving, and didn't have any real plans, he
suggested
that we stop for lunch and maybe even longer at the town
about 50
miles up the road.
"Good food at my sister's diner there," he said, "And
my
mother runs a 'bed and breakfast' right down the road.
Great
fishing in the creek, too. My brother runs the mill, and
my
uncle is the judge."
I wondered out loud if he was related to everybody in
town.
"Yep," he said, then added with somewhat of a giggle,
"After
all, we're plain ordinary folks, just like you." It seemed
as
though he had made some private joke. "Anyway," he went
on, as
if continuing the joke, "We'll be expecting you there in
about an
hour. If you don't show up, we can always subpoena you.
After
all, I have your driver's license."
He said this with such a big friendly smile, that we
knew he
was just kidding, but promised to stop in anyway. The town
and
Cafe were beginning to sound interesting. Besides, this
man
COULD have given us a big ticket. Stopping in at his
sister's
Cafe, when we would be needing lunch anyway, seemed like a
nice
way to say, "Thank you."
Also, the man had piqued our curiosity. There
COULDN'T be a
town that nice, right out here in the middle of nowhere,
could
there?
All the while this was going on, I was highly
conscious of
my little girl's cunny still clamped around my deflated
penis:
The only thing keeping the flood of greasy cum from
dripping all
over the seat. I kept hoping the man, for all his
friendliness,
would just GO, and let me get untangled from my daughter.
Hopefully, without making too much of a mess.
16
The cop finally turned to go, then suddenly changed
his
mind, and poked his head back in the window.
"Oh, by the way," he said with a chuckle and a wheeze,
"Your
husband had better not be using a rubber on that pretty
little
girl of yours, or I'll have to have my uncle charge you
with
child-neglect."
We were all in too much shock to even reply. Not that
it
would have done any good. The man was already halfway back
to
the squad car, and by the time we had all collected our
wits, he
had gone. . . Roaring down the road in a could of dust,
that
showed he was FAR exceeding the 70 miles-per-hour or so
that Joan
had been accused of speeding.
"What do you suppose he meant by THAT?" I asked, as I
grabbed a Kleenex to wipe up the mess in my lap. Sure
enough,
when we pulled apart, I had gotten a lapful of goo. Only I
had
been expecting it this time, and with a wad of tissue
handy, had
kept MOST of my shorts from being soaked.
"I don't know. It SOUNDED like he KNEW you were
fucking
Marlene, and EXPECTED you to cum in her. As if it was
NORMAL for
a man to shoot his sperm inside his own daughter. That
can't be,
can it?"
"Well, maybe around here it is," I said. "STILL, you
know
that means that we don't DARE not show up at that
restaurant now.
Not after that crack earlier about him having your license-
number. We've got to find out what he meant, IF he meant
anything." We all shuddered.
It took us almost an hour to reach the town. It
wasn't on
the main highway, just about 3 miles off to the North.
When we dipped down into the hollow hiding the creek,
we
began wondering if the man hadn't UNDERstated the beauty
and
charm of the place. Of course, we were a little too
worried by
this time, to really appreciate the green trees, sparkling
brook,
and green grass. The air was much cooler here, than in the
semi-
arid wasteland we had been driving through.
A small town. A VERY small town. Gas station, Cafe,
Combination general-store and bait-shop comprised city-
center.
Scattered around the hillside, couldn't have been more than
a
dozen houses. A steel pole-barn labeled "City Hall" and
the
white pencil-stroke of a flagpole showing where the school
was
located around the bend, and that was it. The Post-Office,
it
turns out was run out of the general-store. I figured 200
inhabitants max.
Still, it had a charm that almost made me want to pull
up
roots and move here, if I could only find a job. . . and a
place. . . at an affordable price. . . and a way to get my
stories published. . . and. . . <sigh> Too many "ands."
Still,
it was a nice daydream.
The Cafe was everything promised. Clean, comfortable,
and
most important (besides good food) friendly.
"Oh good," said a young girl, about three years older
than
Marlene, "Daddy said you would be coming by here. We're
all so
glad you could make it. MOMMA!" This last was directed at
the
obvious owner of the establishment, "they're here!"
17
"Don't yell Honey," the woman directed her errant
daughter,
"Just get the silverware, and help get them set-up. I'll
be over
there in a minute."
"OK Momma," said the girl, then whispered to us
confidentially, "Daddy said to take REAL good care of you,
'cause
you're folks 'just like us.' I was going to anyway, 'cause
I
think you're nice." She gave us a broad grin, and turned
to get
cups and silverware.
It was only when she turned away, that I noticed the
rather
prominent bulge in the girl's midsection. Either the 13-
year-old
was QUITE pregnant, or something was drastically wrong with
her.
She seemed FAR too happy, cheerful, and just glowing with
life to
be sick. Actually, "glowing with life" described her to a
'T'.
I frantically started trying to add up what I could
figure
out:
The policeman's "sister" owned this place.
The little girl had called the owner "Momma."
She had also referred to the policeman as "Daddy?"
No! It
couldn't be.
Well, maybe the policeman had told her father that we
were
coming, and HE had told the little girl. Maybe. Still,
after
that cryptic remark. . .
And to top it all off, the girl (who couldn't have
been much
more than 13 years old) was so obviously pregnant, and now
that I
thought of it, not ashamed of it either. Two and two were
beginning to look suspiciously like a big FOUR.
Still, incest is a crime, isn't it? People couldn't
be this
open about it, could they? A few more comments suddenly
added
up. They KNEW about us!
For a second, I was bathed in sweat, as I suddenly
realized
that our secret was out in the open. Then I realized that
THEY
all had the same secret, and didn't seem shy about sharing
it
with us. What was I worried about?
I had just confided my suspicions to Joan, when the
older
woman came over and confirmed them all.
It seemed that when we had passed her brother on the
road,
he had noticed my daughter just as she went into spasms
around my
prick. Her expression of sexual ecstasy had been
unmistakable,
as he had seen it on his own sister and daughter too many
times.
The only reason he had pulled us over at all, was to direct
us
here, where others like us lived. There were far too few
chances
he got otherwise, to meet other incestuous couples outside
of
those who were already members of the SFPIA.
No, he had just been joking about my having to NOT use
a
condom on Marlene. It was a standard joke around here:
that a
girl was being "neglected" if she didn't get regular
inseminations of her own father's sperm.
They realized that SOME people who supported the
incestuous
lifestyle still felt uncomfortable about breeding their own
children. Others, either wanted to wait until the child
was old
enough, or just couldn't AFFORD too many kids. So they
sympathized with those who practiced restraint and birth-
control.
It just wasn't for them.
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When they found a couple like us, willing to give
their
children the most precious gift a father can give his
daughter, a
part of himself, they kind of fell all over themselves in
trying
to make people like us feel welcome.
BOY did they make us feel welcome. We sat and talked
for
hours. By evening, we had taken a room at the "Bed and
Breakfast" and were planning to stay the rest of the week.
Mike
(the policeman) had gotten off work, and apologized for
giving us
a scare, but he hadn't been able to figure a way to ensure
that
we stopped in here without either arresting us, or flat-out
ACCUSING us of incest. He was too nice a guy for that.
Over several cups of coffee, Dawn (the owner of the
diner)
explained how the whole town was just one big family. Her
father/grandfather had found the little town about 15 years
ago,
when the main highway had moved, leaving the small town to
slowly
fade away, as its main support had been from tourists on
the old
highway. By the time her father had found it, there was
only a
gas-station, and about five families living there, all of
whom
were trying desperately to seel their holdings for
something. . .
anything, so they could move out. Mark (her father) had
seen
potential in the town, with it's good water supply, even
though
civilization was leaving it to crumble. So, with the help
of a
loan from the SFPIA, the whole family had gotten together
and
bought out the whole town. . . Lock, stock, and barrel.
The only person in the whole town who wasn't a member
of the
family, (at least at first,) was old "Momma" Jenkins, who
had
refused to sell out, even at an outrageously generous
offer. The
old woman said she had lived here all her life, and her
husband
was buried here, and she was going to die here. (The woman
looked so healthy at 84, you figured that could be a long
time
yet.) Even when she had learned about the incestuous
lifestyle
of her new neighbors, Momma Jenkins had been more amused
than
shocked. It seems that in her youth on the farm, incest
had been
almost a way of life, before the town grew up.
Since they had bought the town, a few other families
had
mooved out here, mostly referred by the SFPIA. some of
them were
retirees, and some were just people trying to get away from
being
hassled by nosy neighbors. All were involved in incestuous
relationships though. In spite of this, there had been
slightly
more non-incestuous marriages in the town since it started,
than
incestuous ones.
Still most of the town remained in the hands of the
original
family. Mark (her father) had just died about 6 months
before,
but not before managing to see the last payment on the town
go
out, and the big celebration when they all burned the
mortgage.
The "Bed and Breakfast" down the street was owned by
her
mother Jennifer, who ran it with help from her sister
Marie, who
was also the town doctor.
Part of the B&B building was set aside as the town
infirmiry, and everybody chipped in to cover the costs of
maintaining a doctor and what amounted to a mini-hospital,
here
in the middle of nowhwere. Quite often, this was the only
hospital that folks around here could reach, even if they
weren't
family members.
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Everyone figured they needed to support Marie to keep
her
from being tempted by a more lucrative practice in some big
city.
for one thing, having their own doctor and hospital, kept
strangers from asking embarrasing questions about who the
parents
of some of the babies were.
Along with other things, Mark had managed to move the
county
seat to the town, so that the birth records were now kept
by
family members. The town where it had previously been, had
been
happy to pass the record-keeping to them, as it was costing
them
more than the small tax-base and fee structure brought in.
The town was now growing; with the main source of
revenue
being SFPIA members trying to get away to a place where
they
didn't have to hide their love, and a few honeymooners as
well.
Also, since the stream had been cleaned up, there were now
a few
anglers that would sometimes stop by to fish. Since the
town was
practically a family cartel, anyone trying to buy into it,
would
find there was nothing for sale, unless they were already a
sustaining member of the SFPIA.
I finally broke down and asked, "Just WHAT is this
mysterious "SFPIA" that you keep talking about?"
"The Society for the Preservation of Incest in
America."
"Oh." What else could I say.
Dawn explained about the SFPIA's origin, in an obscure
book
called "Family Camp" that her father had wrote while in
college.
She told how it had tried to create a copy of that camp,
and
subsidized other activities and businesses where the
society felt
that it could help bring about a freer place for people who
believed in supporting the ability to carry on an
incestuous
lifestyle.
Some examples she gave were the incest-hotline, now in
most
major cities, and even their own 800 number. Others were
the
various "guides to incest" that they distributed for free,
or
sometimes sold in hardcover. (Dawn showed us her own
personal
beautifully bound copy of "A family Guide to Incest",
complete
with illlustrations.)
Other examples were this town, and a fishing
camp/resort in
the midwest, that ran along the same lines as "Family
Camp" did.
The whole organization was supported almost entirely by
donations
and a few judicious investments like the one in the town.
Members of the society glady paid atrocious fees to join
the
"Family Camp" or "The Resort" knowing that the money would
be
used to make it easier for them to enjoy their lifestyle,
without
being condemned by the rest of society.
Even the "Bed and Breakfast" was partly owned and
supported
by the society, as a place for honeymooning brothers and
sisters.
With the society's support, the place was bigger and had
more
customers than they would have had otherwise; thereby MORE
than
making up for the cut in profit that the society took.
Since the beginning, the B&B had gradually made a name
for
NON incestuous honeymooners too. So, sometimes people had
to be
a little more careful, when outsiders were staying, but not
often. Everyone was warned to be careful to not shock
those poor
outsiders, but mostly the honeymooners were too involved
with
themselves to even notice.
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About this time, I was distracted by still another
beautifully pregnant belly sitting down in booth nearby. I
asked
womewhat plaintively, "Is EVERY girl in town pregnant?"
Dawn giggled. "Well, almost," she replied.
It seems that while the town as being paid-for, they
hadn't
been able to afford many kids. Once the town was paid off,
everybody went on a big orgy-spree that lasted almost a
whole
month, where over three-quarters of the town ended up
pregnant.
The family figured that with the town paid off, almost
everyone
could now afford at least two kids apiece, before things
would
get tight again. So, almost everybody who had been holding
out
so patiently had gone on a baby-making spree. Marie was
going to
be a VERY busy woman in about 6 months or so. In fact, she
had
been trainging her daughter as a midwife, with just this
crisis
in mind. The trouble was, SHE was pregnant too.
After all this discussion, my wife asked if WE could
join
this "SFPIA" organization. We were told, that if we wanted
to
join, we just had. Everything was voluntary. Besides,
seeing
what I had been doing to my little girl out there on the
highway
that afternoon, we could consider ourselves "members in
good
standing" anyway. There WERE certain slightly overpriced
services that we could buy from the society. They were
deliberatly overpriced, to support society functions, and
to give
people things that they would find hard to get outside of
the
society. Donations WERE gladly accepted, though not
required.
Some of the society services included prenatal care;
doctor
referral; books on sex, and incest, and pregnancy; complete
baby
care, or health-coverage. . . etc.
I asked about that last.
Dawn explained that some people wanted to pay a fixed
fee
for either having a baby; form conception, right through
delivery, and well-baby care afterwards. Others like to
get
their whole health care through the society; figuring that
paing
the societies approximately 50% overcharge for the service
was a
bargain, if they didn't have to explain their lifestyle or
who
got whom pregnant to a provincial city doctor. Besides it
was
another way of supprting the society.
The part about not having to explain who got Marlene
pregant, was enticing, and before I knew it, I found I had
somehow just signed the whole family up to a new healthcare
system. WHAT a salesperson! On the other hand, services
started
immediatly, and once the fees were paid (automatically
through
the credit-card now) there was NO charge for ANY needed or
even
wanted services except plastic surgery, and even that was
covered
if considered to be either not excessive, or needed for
medical
reasons. Even controversial treatments like chiropracters
were
covered. Suddenly, the 50% overcharge seemed like a
bargain.
Dawn convince us to start immediately, as we would
wnat to
give any child of Marlene's a good a start as we could.
So, at
8:00 at night, we found ourselves in the town infirmiry
giving
blood samples. Marie explained that most of the tests
would be
run locally, by some VERY high-powered and expensive
machinery,
but some would be shipped out for further analysis. . .
like
tests to see if we had some rare genetic troubles that
might
cause trouble for Marlene's children.
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Still, most of the tests would be completed by
morning.
It was with some relief, that we finally found
ourselves
being shown to our room in the "Bed and Breakfast" that
took up
most of the rest of the large building.
This was the first time any of us had ever stayed at a
"Bed
and Breakfast." Still, the 16-year-old wearing a tank-top,
shorts, and not much else besides a bulging belly (Again I
wondered, "Was EVERY girl in town pregnant?") seemed to be
a
little embarrassed, as she showed us to our room.
"We mainly cater to either newlyweds, or people like
us,"
she said with a blush that looked simply gorgeous. "So the
sleeping arrangements are. . . well. . unique." They were.
I mentioned that the girl showed us to our room.
That's
what it was, a room. Not two rooms: bed and bath, but one
room.
It took up almost 1/4 of that floor of the house.
There was a BIG whirlpool tub, sunk into the floor. A
commode, sink, and even a bidet were along the mirrored
wall.
But there wasn't even a room-divider.
One enormous kingsize bed took up a third of the
remaining
space, with a huge TV and racks for clothes. No, not even
a
closet. If you changed clothes HERE, you did it in front
of
everybody. Cute.
I asked about the TV, wondering if they had Satellite,
since
it was over 100 miles to the nearest big town.
No. they tried to keep their customers isolated from
the
worries of the city. No ten o'clock news.
Why the TV? The teenager giggled, and swung out a
panel.
Row after row of porno-flicks. Each room had an identical
supply.
I looked at the titles.
"Debbie does Dallas" through "Debbie does Dishes"
"Taboo I, II, III, IV" etc.
"Insatiable"
"Playing with Fire"
"A mother's Love"
"Deep Throat"
"My little Sister"
and on and on. I began to recognize a pattern.
Besides the fact that they were either all classics,
or
specially edited amateur films, that is. They weren't ALL
incest
pictures, but there were a LOT of ones that were. The one
common
thread was they were all consensual. Conspicuously absent,
were
such pictures as "Taboo American Style" or "Behind the
Green
Door" where force or even coercion were used.
The message was clear: Sex is tolerated here, even
encouraged. Even (or especially) sex between relatives.
FORCING someone to have sex, is not. I began to like
this
place even more.
"Gee, just one bed," I said, "How are we going to
sleep
tonight?"
The girl with the protruding tummy gave us all a big
grin,
as she left. "In this place," she said with a grin, "most
people
don't use the bed much for sleeping. It's got much better
uses
than that."
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I was about to kid the girl by asking if she'd care to
demonstrate just what these "other uses" were, but she had
left;
closing the door with a slight click.
We figured it out ourselves. About an hour later,
(after a
WONDERFUL soak in that glorious heart-shaped tub [Hokey,
huh?])
Marlene was on the bed, with me on top of her, while the
two of
us rutted like a pair of rabbits.
This time, there were no clothes in the way, and Joan
had
about a good a view as you can get of two people fucking.
Only
THIS was her own husband and daughter who were doing the
fucking.
Surprisingly, Joan seemed to be getting hot herself, just
by
watching us. When she saw me jerking and grunting on top
of our
little girl, as I did my best to plant a baby in my own
daughter,
she started fingering herself, and moaning with suppressed
need.
For the first time in almost 8 years, my wife was getting
off.
The thought of me getting our little girl pregnant was
exciting my wife! I guess she figured that THIS way, she
would
finally get the child we both wanted, that was part her,
and part
me. After all, Marlene was half her. So the child would
be 3/4
me, and only 1/4 of her. At least, it would be something
that
was part of both of us.
The thought was stimulating to me too. After leaving
three
good squirts of baby-making cum in Marlene's cute little
tummy, I
rolled my wife over, and proceeded to give her what was
left.
It was all Joan needed. Grunting and groaning, she
suddenly
let out a squeal that rivaled the one that Marlene had
given in
the car. The squeezing and clamping on my prick let me
know this
was genuine.
Joan was coming. And HOW! Up to now, I had never
been sure
if Joan had EVER had a climax. Not even when we were first
married. Now, after years of being the sexless goddess,
she
cums. Something about seeing her husband getting her
little girl
pregnant did it. I resolved to see that my wife got LOTS
opportunities to see me impregnate our daughter. She
deserved
it.
It was three weeks, before we left. Sadly, Marlene
had her
period on the day before we left. We wanted SO much to
have her
baby conceived here, among friends like these, but it was
not to
be so. I had already overstayed my vacation (begging car-
trouble) and I had to go back to making a living.
Still, our lives had been irrevocably changed. I was
now a
full-fledged member of the SFPIA ("Society For the
Preservation
of Incest in America") and while Marlene wasn't pregnant
yet, we
were all prepared to keep on trying until she was. With
our
daughter now a permanent part of our love-life, Joan is
learning
to love sex almost as much as my daughter and I do.
Marlene and
I hope that by the time her belly gets big, my wife will be
able
to climax as freely and easily as her daughter.
The society has already arranged for a gynecologist to
see
Marlene, so we don't have to worry about what will happen
when a
doctor finds out she's pregnant.
When she gets close, we've already got a place picked
out
for her to have our baby. You see I'm going to be saving
up lots
of vacation time, and there's this little town. . .
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