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Consent (Mf, incest, cons, pedo)
From: "Frank McCoy" (mccoyf@millcomm.com)
Date: 5/27/99




     You read all the stories these days, about people having 
"consensual" relations with their relatives; or conversely, being 
"raped".  To hear people discussing the issue, you would think 
those were the only two options . . . .
     Either a person has full knowledge of what was going to 
happen and gave consent, or the person was forcibly raped.  (No, 
I'm NOT going to discuss some people's idea that if it isn't 
"fully informed" consent, then it's rape anyway.  To me, that's 
as silly as the opposite argument that if someone likes and wants 
it afterward; then it's not rape, no matter how much force had to 
be used the first time.  Both arguments are bogus.  Rape is rape 
is rape.  And consent is informed consent.)  What people don't 
seem to remember, is that there are very WIDE gray areas in the 
middle, between genuine rape, and fully informed consent.  For 
example: What if a girl's father just asked her to take her 
panties off, and he started fucking her right there?  What girl 
is even going to object?  Children just naturally do what their 
parents tell them, unless it's something that hurts.  And even 
then they would probably obey their parents.  I mean, read the 
newspapers.  Look at all the times children have been raised in 
abysmal conditions.  They never question their parents' rights to 
treat them in whatever way they wish.  And most of them would 
fight tooth-and-nail, to keep from being taken away from those 
parents.
     Only my parents never "abused" any of us kids.  We were all 
raised as healthy happy children, and I never once thought of 
what Daddy and I did together as "abuse" though some people out 
there would consider it that.  It was just something we did.  As 
for "informed consent", how can you give consent, when you're 
never asked?  No, Daddy didn't rape me.  How can it be rape, when 
you never object?  It's just that Daddy never DID even bother to 
ask . . . .
     I must have been just a little over 6 years old, the first 
time my father came into my bedroom one morning, and climbed into 
bed with me.  As usual, I was just wearing a short little 
nightgown, without even panties to get in the way of my father's 
thick prick.  Uhuh.  Daddy just climbed into bed with me; pulled 
up my short little nightie; and slipped his swollen peter in my 
tight little hole.  Then he slid it in and out until he 
ejaculated his sperm inside me, and left.  No, "asking" if he 
could fuck me; no foreplay; nothing except getting on top of me; 
sticking it in; and working in and out until he came inside me.  
Then Daddy got off and went back to the bedroom he shared with 
Momma; leaving me with a slightly sore pussy full of my own 
father's thick white cum.  Daddy never said a word during the 
entire process; just spreading my legs and pushing his prick up 
inside me.  I suspect he had covered his prick with Vaseline or 
KY-jelly or something, because he slid inside me without any 
trouble at all.  Then he just pumped his prick inside me until he 
came; filling my little cunny with an obscene pool of my own 
father's cum; and got off.  Daddy never asked if he could fuck me 
or cum inside me, and I never even thought of objecting.


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     At first, I didn't even know I WAS being fucked.  I mean, it 
was just something Daddy and I did.  I didn't know there was a 
relationship between what my father and I did in the mornings, 
and the thing called, "fucking."  I was a little sore after that 
first time; but since Daddy didn't seem to think there was 
anything unusual about coming into my room and slipping his thick 
prick up inside me until he filled my vagina with a big puddle of 
his thick white sperm, why should I?  I mean, I was only 6 years 
old at that time.
     Well, of course it didn't stop at just one time.  The next 
morning Daddy came into my bedroom just like the day before, and 
climbed into bed with me.  This time, knowing what was going to 
happen, I spread my legs without even asking, and let Daddy slide 
up inside me like he had previously.  The second time was a 
little different though, as I wasn't quite so sore as the first 
time; the slight pain having subsided to a dull ache.  Also, 
Daddy took a little longer this time; stroking in and out for 
almost 10 minutes before jerking and grunting on top of me, while 
he filled my crack full of the same thick sticky white stuff he 
had the first time.  Also, the racket woke my little sister up; 
and she watched her father and big sister mating on the bed 
alongside hers with eyes as big as saucers.  Just like me though, 
Cindy didn't say a word; not even when Daddy squirted his sperm 
inside me, and pulled out; leaving a big white gob of ooze 
dribbling from my creamy snatch, and a matching dribble still 
dripping from his wilting prick.
     It was three days later that Daddy did it again.  Like 
always, he never said a word; and I never once even asked what he 
was doing.  Daddy just climbed into bed with me; pumped my tight 
little slit full of his thick white baby-juice; and then climbed 
off again; leaving me with an obscene puddle of his sticky white 
goo soaking in my cunny, and oozing its way up inside my 
developing womb.  Usually my little sister Cindy would watch; but 
occasionally she slept through the whole thing.
     As I said, Daddy never asked; just climbing on top of me, 
and pumping my cunny full of incestuous cum each time.  And as 
for me, I never objected.  Why should I have?  Except possibly 
for the first time, it didn't hurt; and after a while I found I 
began to like it almost as much as Daddy did.
     After the first few times, Daddy fell into a kind of 
pattern; usually fucking me about three or four times a week; 
starting on Mondays and then coming into my bedroom about every 
other day until the weekend.  Sometimes he would "cum" in two 
days in a row, and sometime not.  Sundays (since he slept in) was 
always reserved for Momma; as I could tell by the telltale 
squeaking in my parents' bedroom.
     As I said, Daddy never asked me; and I never even thought of 
saying, "No."  After a while I got to like it so much that I 
would have gone asking HIM; if we hadn't already gotten into the 
pattern of nobody saying a word during the entire time we fucked.







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     So in a way, I guess you COULD say I consented.  For sure I 
never raised any objections to my father sliding his thick prick 
up inside me, fucking me, cumming inside me, filling my womb with 
his incestuous sperm, and later even getting me pregnant with his 
babies, when I DID know what was going on.  I guess you could say 
that was consent, of a kind.
     What about my Mother?  Momma never said anything either.  
The closest she came was the third day Daddy was fucking me, and 
then about 4 years later.
     The first time Momma even seemed to notice, as I said, was 
about the third or fourth time Daddy came into my room.  Cindy 
was watching as Daddy pushed his big "thing" all the way up 
inside me; and Daddy was grunting and groaning as he got ready to 
ejaculate his sperm inside me.  Momma poked her head in the door 
to our bedroom, just as Daddy started into the final jerks and 
shivers he usually gives before squirting inside me.  Momma must 
have known it wasn't any use talking to Daddy; at least until he 
finished cumming anyway.  So she told my little sister, "When 
they finish, tell them that breakfast is almost ready."  Cindy 
just nodded; keeping to the tradition that nobody talked when 
Daddy came into the room like that.  All the time, Daddy kept 
right on fucking me; just as if Momma wasn't there.  He didn't 
speed up, or act guilty or anything; just sliding in and out 
until after Momma left; and once more filling my little tummy 
with gush after thick sticky gush of his white goo.
     If I hadn't thought anything before about Daddy coming into 
my room and fucking me like that, then I certainly thought it was 
OK after Momma never said anything.  From then on, I just assumed 
that fucking (or being fucked by) your own father was just one of 
the things a girl does.  In fact, the only thing that ever 
bothered me about the whole deal, was having to clean up after 
the mess Daddy made in my cunny.  Once, when Momma caught me 
trying to wipe up the sticky mess in my crotch, she showed me how 
to use the old water-bottle-cum-douchebag to rinse myself out 
with.  But she never even commented on how the gooey mess got 
inside my vagina in the first place.  After about a year, even 
that didn't bother me, as I got to LIKE feeling my father's cum 
squishing in my vagina and yes, even drooling down my leg (when I 
wasn't wearing panties, that is).
     I think one reason Daddy first started fucking me and my 
sisters, was that Momma was pregnant at this time; though I 
didn't really appreciate this until much later.  The only thing I 
noticed at the time, was Momma getting fatter and fatter until 
one day she was gone for a week; while we lived off Daddy's 
cooking; and Daddy slept all night long in my bed with me for the 
first time; fucking me at least three times each night, and 
almost twice a day while Momma was gone.  I think I had more of 
my father's thick white cum pumped into my belly during that one 
week, than I usually had in a whole month.  During the entire 
time Momma was in the hospital, it seemed like my bare little 
cunny almost continuously dripped thick white goo; which ran down 
my legs in obscene drools, all day long.  I didn't mind.  If it 
made Momma and Daddy happy for me to "take care of his needs" 
like that, while Momma was gone, then it made me happy too.  Then 
when Momma came back, Cindy and I had another little sister.


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     One thing didn't go back to the way it was after Momma was 
gone for that week though.  Daddy no longer only fucked me in the 
morning, but would casually reach over and pull my panties down 
and take me whenever he felt like it.
     At first I was a little embarrassed at being fucked in front 
of Momma and my two little sisters; (even though Carol was still 
a baby) but eventually it just became as normal to feel Daddy 
bend me over the couch and fuck me until he squirted my little 
tummy full of baby-juice while we both watched TV, as it was to 
feel him climb into my bed and fill my belly with incestuous cum 
in the mornings.
     Even then, he still never asked me.  In fact, I can remember 
Daddy fucking me while we both watched television, and the only 
words he said were to comment on some stupid commercial; as if 
fucking his own daughter and squirting her womb full of his 
incestuous seed was so normal it didn't need commenting on, while 
a stupid commercial was.
     It didn't make any difference to Daddy if my mother or 
little sister were watching, either.  Daddy would pull my panties 
down and slip his thick prick up inside me, right in front of 
Cindy; sliding in and out until he came in big gooey splashes of 
his thick white cum squirting against my uterus.  Then he would 
pull out; leaving me with a cunny dripping thick white goo in 
front of my little sister; while he buttoned up his pants and 
went back to watching television, as if nothing had happened.  He 
didn't seem to care if I bothered to wipe-up and pull up my 
panties, or if I just lay there dribbling white goo down my legs; 
letting everyone know what we had just been doing.
     So, if it was THAT normal for a father to fuck his own 
daughter, why should I have objected?  Besides, as I said 
previously, I liked it.  It felt GOOD to feel Daddy's thick cock 
slither up into my hot little hole, and I got to like the feel of 
it sliding in and out so much, that after a while I found myself 
trying to "entice" Daddy, so he would do it to me.  He usually 
did too.
     Well, things continued like this for about a year and a 
half, while Carol slept in her crib in the room down the hall 
from us.  Then, about two months after Cindy's birthday, Daddy 
surprised me by coming into our bedroom one morning, and instead 
of getting into bed with ME, he got into bed with Cindy!  This 
time I watched, as Daddy slid his slick prick up in my little 
sister's belly; not stopping until it was three-quarters of the 
way inside her, and Cindy was making little squeaks of pain when 
he did.  By now I recognized the sheen of KY-jelly on Daddy's 
prick, so I knew he had used the same stuff on her to make it 
easier for him to slide inside her, that he probably had used on 
me a year and a half before.  Horny as he was, Daddy didn't want 
to hurt either of us, by trying to fuck us "dry".  It made it a 
LOT easier to slide inside when he was all "slicked-up" like 
that.







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     Only Cindy was a lot smaller than I was.  Daddy couldn't get 
all of his thick prick up inside her, like he could with me.  
However, Daddy took care of that too.  Pulling out for a second, 
Daddy reached down beside the bed where he had dropped a blue and 
white tube.  Then, he smeared a lot of gunk all over his swollen 
prick, and pushed the end of the tube up against my little 
sister's slit, and squirted almost the whole rest of the tube 
inside her.
     All the time Daddy didn't say a word, and neither did either 
my little sister or I.  However, when Daddy pushed his prick up 
against Cindy's tiny little hole, and this time slid it ALL the 
way inside her, the little girl couldn't help letting out a loud 
"Ow!" as he slid home inside her.  After that though, Cindy just 
lay there and took it; only grimacing a little as Daddy's thrusts 
got a little rough just before he started ejaculating his seed 
inside her womb.  Then, as usual, when he finished cumming inside 
her, Daddy just pulled out; got up out of the bed; and left.  No 
kissing, no hugging, no "thank you," no nothing.  Just get in bed 
with your daughter; slide your prick up into her uterus; fill the 
child's womb with your thick white baby-making cum, and then get 
up and leave.  Never a word spoken, from start to finish.
     Now I don't want you to get the impression that our parents 
didn't love us, or let us know that they did.  While strict, both 
parents, including Daddy, were not shy about hugging cuddling, 
and otherwise letting us know how much they cared about us.  To 
see Daddy tickling the baby, or patting Cindy on the head, or 
feel him giving me a quick peck of affection when I did something 
right, was the sort of thing that the three of us strove for.  
Many's the time we'd all end up snuggled together in the big 
couch in the living-room; while we watched TV together or 
listened to recordings on the stereo.  As I said, neither Momma 
nor Daddy was averse to showing signs of affection.  Only when 
Daddy came into our bedroom those times, did he avoid kissing or 
hugging us like he did Momma.  It was as if fucking his daughters 
was something Daddy had to do, just like it was one of our duties 
to "take care of him."
     He never asked, and we never did either.
     Once Daddy started fucking my little sister, you might 
expect that I wouldn't get fucked so often myself.  Only it 
wasn't really that way at all.  Daddy still came into my bedroom 
and fucked me almost every other day.  Only now, on the days he 
wasn't fucking me, he almost certainly slipped into my little 
sister's bed and fucked her.  Sometimes watching Daddy's thick 
prick bulging in my little sister's belly, while he filled her 
tight little womb full of incestuous sperm, got to be too much 
for me; and I would play with myself at the same time.  Sometimes 
this got Daddy so hard that he would go right from ejaculating 
his seed in my little sister's sucking young womb, to climbing on 
top of ME, and giving my tummy a shot of my father's baby-juice.
     Yeah baby-juice.  When I turned 10 years old, Momma sat all 
three of us girls down and showed us a book about where babies 
came from, and girls having periods, and how men ejaculated sperm 
inside a girl to join with her eggs and make a baby.




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     Funny though, Momma never said one word about how what we 
were doing every day with Daddy, was the same thing that makes 
babies in little girls.  In fact, when either Cindy or I tried to 
lead the conversation that way, Momma always managed to change 
the subject before we got there.  Momma repeated the lessons on 
sex, and how babies were made, both on Cindy's 10th birthday, and 
on Carol's as well.  Only by that time, it was certainly 
superfluous for me.
     As I mentioned earlier (WAY earlier) there was really only 
one other time that Momma ever seemed to acknowledge what was 
going on in her little girls' bedroom, besides remarks about 
"when you finish" to the girl watching when breakfast was ready 
or something.  That time, was after we started having periods.
     Once I had my first period, Momma moved me down to what used 
to be the nursery for Carol, and moved our little sister in with 
Cindy, to take my place.  When I asked her why, she mentioned 
something about my needing it, "After you get pregnant."  Well, I 
did.
     At the same time, Daddy, instead of "taking precautions" or 
being careful when he fucked me, actually started doing it even 
more; climbing into my bed at night; and sending me to sleep with 
my father's potent seed soaking into my womb; the way he had 
previously been sending me off to school in the mornings.
     Daddy not only didn't use a rubber or have Momma put me on 
the pill, but would quite often spend the whole night in my 
bedroom with his thick prick stuck up inside me; leaking his 
potent sperm in my belly where it belonged.  In fact, he seemed 
to do this even more often when I was in the middle of my period 
and likely to get pregnant, than at other times.  Knowing (after 
Momma's lessons) what was happening by now, I figured my parents 
just EXPECTED me to carry my father's baby; so after a while I 
found myself working just as hard as Daddy did to make him 
ejaculate his sperm inside me.  By then I had grown to like 
feeling Daddy's thick prick sliding in and out of my vagina until 
it got to be too much, and Daddy sent jet after thick white jet 
of incestuous cum splashing against my uterus; until my vagina 
was awash in a pool of my own father's cum.  This would usually 
get me off, and I would cum; squeezing each precious drop of my 
father's potent sperm up inside me, until he had no more to give.  
Daddy never pulled out, once I had started to climax, until I 
finished milking and squeezing his prick.  On the other hand, 
Daddy never really tried to get me off either.  If I wasn't 
already cumming before he finished, he just got up and went.
     Once, when I was feeling especially horny, I tried to talk 
Daddy into "doing it" with me, a little early one night.  Boy was 
THAT a mistake!  Momma overheard me, and before I knew it, she 
had jumped all over me; calling me all sorts of nasty names like 
"slut" and "whore" and other things I don't even remember.  It 
seems that Momma thought that while it was a woman's "duty" to 
"take care of her man", even if that man was her own father; 
girls weren't expected to EVER ask a man for sex.






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     Or at least that's what I figured out later, anyway.  Maybe 
I was wrong, and Momma just didn't want to admit that her husband 
was "molesting" her little girl, by allowing us to talk about it.  
(It sure didn't feel to ME, like Daddy was "molesting" me.)  All 
I really knew at the time was that Momma exploded at the moment I 
mentioned sex to my father; calling me all sorts of names I never 
heard either before or since.  By the time things calmed down, I 
had gotten the VERY clear impression that the things Daddy did 
with me and my sisters (and Momma too) were NOT to be discussed.  
Not even with my own parents.
     It was almost a week before Daddy came into my room again 
(thus teaching me to keep my mouth shut); and two more before he 
was fucking me on a regular basis again.  I had learned my 
lesson.  I could have as much sex with my father as I wanted; as 
long as nobody said anything.  So, from then on, I never did.
     Neither did either of my two sisters; having gotten a very 
good lesson themselves from watching what happened to me.  
Neither one of them wanted to give up fucking Daddy, any more 
than I did.  By that time, all three of us girls were almost 
addicted to feeling our father's thick prick wriggling its way up 
inside our hot little holes; sliding in and out until Daddy 
filled our bellies with thick hot splashes of his white sticky 
baby-making seed.
     I grew to love the feel of Daddy's thick white cum squishing 
in my vagina and soaking into my tummy at night, almost as much 
as I enjoyed feeling it oozing out of my cunny during the day; 
running in obscene drools down my leg.  Of course, during the 
week I had to douche before school, to keep my panties from being 
a horrible mess; but on weekends none of us girls ever bothered 
to put any on; so my sisters and I usually went barefoot and 
pantyless all weekend long.  It was fun.
     So, from then on, just like at first, nobody ever said a 
word while having sex; no matter how much we liked it; even when 
we knew that Daddy's sperm squirting inside us was probably 
(possibly) getting us pregnant with his baby, at that very 
moment.  Knowing that Daddy's sperm was wriggling its way up 
inside our wombs in search of our waiting eggs was more exciting 
than scary.  So both Cindy and I were both doing everything a 
little girl could do, to get pregnant by her own father.
     I would often lie for several hours on the couch, or in my 
bed, with Daddy's sperm soaking into my vagina.  Momma never said 
a word about it; even when I was lying there with my dress pulled 
up and no panties; with my bare little slit oozing thick white 
gobs of her husband's cum; letting the whole world know what my 
father had been doing to his little girl.  If our mother didn't 
mind her husband getting their little girls pregnant with his 
babies, then why should Cindy or I object?
     Actually, I think that was what Momma intended all the time.  
Maybe she was afraid that if anybody said anything, we might 
start objecting.  (Ha.  Ha.  Fat chance.)







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     About 8 months after my first period, I missed my ninth one.  
Then, Momma's comments changed from "After you get pregnant," to 
"After you have your baby."  All the while she was preparing the 
crib for a new baby, and me for my expanding belly, as if there 
was nothing unusual for a girl who didn't even have a boyfriend, 
to have a belly looking like a watermelon was growing inside her.
     By this time, Daddy was fucking our 4 year old sister 
(almost 5 now) almost as often as he fucked me, Cindy, or Momma.  
I don't really remember the first time he fucked her, like I do 
Cindy.  It just seems that one day I noticed Daddy sliding his 
thick prick up in our little sister's slit; and filling her cute 
little tummy full of his sperm, just as if he had already been 
doing it for months.
     Carol never even let out a squeak when Daddy slid his cock 
up inside her tight little hole, and fucked our little sister 
almost as hard as he usually fucked either Cindy or me.   Daddy 
kept right on sliding his prick in and out of the little girl 
until he came inside her; ejaculating every drop of his potent 
seed right up inside the child's womb where it belonged; trying 
to impregnate our little sister as if a man was expected to 
father a child on his own daughter before the kid even entered 
kindergarten.  Carol didn't object though; or even seem to mind 
taking her father's sperm inside her cute little tummy; splashing 
in thick white jets against the child's womb, until her tiny 
little cunny was awash in a sticky pool of her own father's 
potent seed.  It obviously was NOT the first time for the little 
girl.  As I said, Carol didn't seem to mind taking Daddy's cock 
or even his thick white sperm up inside her flat little belly, 
any more than Cindy or I did, when Daddy fucked either one of us.
     Yes, Daddy fucked me; almost up until the time I went into 
the hospital.  He also fucked both Cindy and Carol as well.  God, 
was it exciting to see Daddy sitting on the big chair in the 
living-room watching TV, with his swollen prick buried almost to 
the hilt in our little sister's womb; until the squeezing of the 
pre-schooler's tight little slit got to be too much for him, and 
we could see our father's swollen prick bulge, as he ejaculated 
gob after thick gooey gob of the greasy white stuff that makes 
babies in our little sister's sucking young womb, where it 
belonged.  Just like with us though, Daddy never said a word 
about what he was doing; simply filling the child's womb with 
incestuous sperm, as if it was the most normal thing in the world 
for a man to try to impregnate his own 5 year old little girl.  
And Momma never said a word either.  At the time, that wasn't so 
surprising to me or my sisters, because Daddy never HAD said 
anything, and it just seemed to us to be one of the things a girl 
did; fucking her own father, getting pregnant by him, and 
carrying his babies to term inside her womb.
     Mother never said anything either; not even when she saw 
Daddy fucking me or my sister right when we were in the middle of 
our periods, and squirting his sperm in our wombs, when she knew 
there was a good chance our father might be getting one of us 
pregnant while she watched.





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     Even when Carol was little, Momma never said a word when her 
husband pulled the little 5-year-old's panties down right in 
front of her, and then pulled the child down on his prick; 
fucking the little girl until he came inside her; with big 
splashes of sticky white goo filling our little sister's immature 
young womb full of her own father's potent seed while her own 
mother and sisters looked on.
     Sometimes when Daddy finished fucking Cindy or Carol, his 
prick would remain hard, and I would go over and slide my hot 
little hole down on my father's white-streaked and cum-dribbling 
penis until he filled my horny little womb just as full of 
incestuous cum as he had just filled my little sister's.
     Since none of us girls ever wore panties around the house 
(and rarely shoes or socks either, since they would just have 
gotten in the way) this was quite easy for me to do.  There was 
one memorable day, when Daddy went from fucking Carol to me, to 
Cindy, and then back to our little sister again.  The second 
time, Daddy just sat there for almost two hours with his thick 
prick buried to the hilt in our little sister's cute little 
belly; before the child's squirming got to be too much for him, 
and he sent a second helping of incestuous sperm splashing into 
the little girl's developing young womb, to try and ripen one of 
her developing eggs.  (Daddy did NOT visit me that night . . . 
Darn.)
     From the time I turned 6, (and even earlier for my two 
sisters) I don't think any of us girls ever went over three days 
in a row, without feeling at least ONE thick white spurt of her  
own father's potent seed splashing against her uterus; and 
soaking into her womb where it belonged (unless somebody was 
sick, of course).
     Now I don't want to give you the impression that life around 
our home was one big long orgy for me and my sisters.  Far from 
it; it wasn't.  It was a VERY rare week that Daddy fucked any of 
us girls more than about five times; and usually it was only 
about two to four times apiece.  As I mentioned before, Daddy 
fell into kind of a pattern; sliding into bed with each of us 
about every other day; but sometimes missing a day or two and 
sometimes fucking one of us two days in a row.  It never seemed 
to make any difference whether he was fucking me alone, or me and 
Cindy, or all three of us, including Carol.  Even then, it rarely 
took Daddy more than 15 minutes to get off.  The only exceptions 
were the times Daddy actually slept with one of us, and even then 
he usually only came inside us once or twice; mostly doing just 
what you'd expect: sleeping.  Occasionally he would actually 
sleep with his prick leaking cum inside me or one of my little 
sisters all night long; but that was rare.
     Even with Daddy fucking all three of us, I think Momma still 
got more sex from Daddy than all of us girls put together; as the 
few times when Momma was gone (like when she had the baby) Daddy 
would fuck me or one of my little sisters 5 or even 6 times a 
day, instead of the usual once every other day, or at most twice 
a day.  Maybe it WAS one big long orgy for Daddy; what with me 
and my two sisters and our obviously horny mother to "take care 
of."  It certainly wasn't one for me.



                                9


     No, most days were just normal days like any other kid had; 
with school, vacations, and yes even occasional boyfriends taking 
up most of our time.  About the only thing you might have noticed 
about our family that was unusual, was that there were a LOT of 
little kids running around the house; as once I reached puberty 
there was almost always at least one big belly in the house, 
between me, Momma, and my two little sisters.  This also meant 
there were a lot of babies needing feeding and changing and 
toddlers to be looked after as well.  All three of us older kids 
did a LOT of babysitting.
     This continued for over five years; with our horny father 
fucking all three of his daughters like some stud-horse; breeding 
each of us almost every other day (and sometimes even more 
often).  During that period, Daddy got me pregnant three more 
times; with two more girls and a boy.  At the same time, he 
fathered two boys on Cindy, yet another girl on Momma, and I 
understand Carol has just finished having her first girl by 
Daddy.
     The first time Daddy got me pregnant, it was all new to me 
(of course).  At first I never even noticed any difference; 
except the fact that my periods had stopped.  Then about three 
months later my stomach started to bulge just a little.  After 
six months, the bulge was quite noticeable, and people had 
stopped thinking I was fat, and everybody seemed to know I had a 
baby growing in my tummy.  That part was the most fun.  By then I 
could feel Diane moving occasionally inside me, and it was quite 
a kick to know I had part of Daddy and part of me growing inside 
my tummy.
     By the time I was 8 months along however, being pregnant had 
gone from being fun, to being a pain.  My breasts were all 
swollen and already leaking a little.  My back ached.  My swollen 
tummy got in the way of everything, and I was so HEAVY you 
wouldn't believe it.  I felt like a beached whale; and by the 
time I was ready to drop, I almost wished I hadn't gotten 
pregnant in the first place . . . almost.
     Uncle Jake was always the doctor for us when we had kids, 
and he always put Daddy down as the father on the birth-
certificate.  How Daddy got away with this, I don't know.  At the 
time, (as I said before) it all seemed normal to me.  As it is, I 
DO know who I'm going to have for MY doctor, whenever my kids 
need it.
     Once the baby was delivered, and my tummy shrank back to 
normal, I was suddenly VERY popular with the boys down at school.  
It seems my (by then) big boobs, and the fact that everybody KNEW 
that I fucked, made me look quite attractive to them.  Only I 
already HAD a better lover than any of them.  Still, it was 
almost three months after I gave birth to Diane, that Daddy 
started visiting me in my bed, while I nursed our daughter.  I 
guess he knew it took me almost that long to get over being sore 
from giving birth.







                                10


     At first, after the strain of  late pregnancy and the pain 
of giving birth, I wasn't so sure I ever wanted to go through the 
whole thing again.  Only when I had gone for over three months 
without sex, after being used to feeling my father's thick prick 
sliding up my horny little slit and pumping my belly full of 
thick white cum almost every night, I finally got so horny I 
could almost scream.  When Daddy finally climbed into bed with me 
after that long a wait, I didn't even THINK of objecting.  Then, 
after about 6 months, when I wasn't so achingly horny and could 
think straight again, I found that I not only liked having a 
baby; with Diane hungry little mouth sucking so sweetly on my 
swollen boobs, but I actually missed feeling the little girl 
kicking and squirming inside my belly.  (Yes, I liked having 
Daddy's baby; dirty diapers, getting up in the middle of the 
night to feed her, and everything.  There's something incredibly 
wonderful, loving, and yes even erotic, to feel the little girl 
that you and your father made together, snuggled lovingly in your 
arms, while you feed the child from your own body.)  Before six 
months had passed after giving birth to Diane, I was working just 
as hard as Daddy was, to get the next one growing in my tummy.
     By that time, Cindy's cute little tummy had already started 
to swell, and I found myself envying my little sister.  So I 
started sleeping with my hips on a pillow, so Daddy's sperm would 
have a better chance of soaking in, instead of leaking out and 
being wasted.  It took almost another nine months, before I 
caught the second time.  After that, it was almost once a year, 
until I left for college.
     No, our parents never abused any of us kids; though some 
people (I understand) would call what they did just that.  
Neither I, nor either of my two little sister ever felt abused 
though.  In fact, we probably got more loving <Giggle.> than most 
little girls do.  (OK; OK!  That's a joke.  Still, Daddy may have 
fucked us and even gotten each of us pregnant with his babies by 
ejaculating his incestuous sperm in our bellies almost from the 
moment we each got big enough to take his thick prick up inside 
our bodies.  That doesn't mean he didn't love us and care for us 
too.  He did; and we all knew it.)
     I just don't think either of our parents saw anything wrong 
with a man fathering children on his own daughters; as long as 
the girls didn't mind anyway.  To this day, I find it hard to see 
anything wrong myself.  Daddy and Momma loved us and cared for 
us.  If they wanted us to carry our father's babies in our wombs, 
then that was just one of the things a girl does for her parents.  
To us, it was just another thing to do; like taking out the 
trash.  Only THIS family "chore" (unlike taking out the garbage) 
was one that all three of us girls LIKED to do.  The really NICE 
thing, was that all three of us could "do it" at once, without 
any of us having to "miss out on the fun."
     Of course, Daddy was just one man, and we were three horny 
young girls (four, if you count Momma).  But I understand that we 
still all probably got more sex from Daddy than most married 
couples do.  I hear the average couple is lucky if they have sex 
twice a week.  Daddy loved us a lot more than that.  (<Giggle.>  
There I go again.)



                                11


     It was only after I left for college, and met Dan, and we 
had been fucking like bunnies for three months, that I found out 
how unusual things were at home.  While Momma had told us kids 
all about how babies were made, she seems to have almost 
deliberately left out one vital piece of information . . . .
     Uhuh.  How babies were NOT made.  Momma never told us about 
birth-control.  I don't know if it was deliberate or not; but I 
have my suspicions.  Yeah, I was knocked-up higher than a kite, 
and had just told Dan the good news . . . . Only Dan was shocked, 
instead of overjoyed like I expected.  It seems it had never even 
occurred to him that I wasn't "on the pill" since I seemed to see 
nothing wrong with fucking him without using a "rubber".  The 
thought that I fully expected to get pregnant and carry his baby, 
never even occurred to him . . . .
     Until I proudly told him the good news, that is.  Well, 
thank goodness I picked the right guy.  Unlike so many men (I 
understand) Dan didn't drop me like a hot rock the moment I told 
him my panties were getting tight.  In fact, he insisted that we 
get married that same day, so our kids would be "legitimate" 
whatever that means.
     Well, it took a few months before Dan's anger at my 
parents"abusing" me like that burned down to where he could see 
it from my viewpoint.  I never HAD felt abused by my parents; 
even when I carried Daddy's babies.  Neither did any of my 
sisters.  After a while I guess, neither did Dan.  He DID insist 
on my bringing home my four kids and adopting them; although 
Daddy and Momma were perfectly willing to go on raising Diane, 
Marlene, Gina, and Danny as their own kids, if I didn't want to, 
or couldn't afford it.
     Luckily, (besides being a nice guy) Dan has fairly wealthy 
parents, and once he got past their initial shock and horror, 
they no more wanted him to abandon my kids than he did.  Thus we 
all ended up in this nice house, with a fairly comfortable 
allowance from his parents until he finishes college.  Even I am 
taking correspondence classes to finish myself; though it'll take 
me about twice as long since I have to stay home most of the time 
to watch the children.  Besides, my tummy is getting bigger.
     One he got over the initial shock of learning how I was 
raised, Dan started getting a kick out of hearing how Daddy used 
to cum into my room and just fuck me; without even bothering to 
ask if it was OK to pump my tight little tummy full of his 
incestuous baby-making seed.
     Usually, after hearing me tell this, Dan gets so horny I 
swear he almost can match Daddy for the amount of sperm he 
squirts inside me.  I love my husband.
     Dan is also the one who taught me how much I had been 
missing.  You see, in all those times Daddy fucked me, came in 
me, and even got me pregnant with his babies, he never did any of 
the things that REALLY make sex enjoyable.  He never hugged me, 
cuddled me, felt me up, or anything.  I learned what foreplay was 
for the first time when I went to college.  Then Dan taught me 
about cunnilingus and fellatio.  (At first, I was disgusted at 
the very idea; until he managed to persuade me to just try it.  
Damn, what I had been missing!)  I'm going to make damned sure 
that none of MY daughters miss out on what I did.


                                12


     Well, yesterday morning things came to a head.  I was 
feeling sick and queasy, while Dan was just as horny as ever.  
The slight bulge in my tummy seemed to just excite him all the 
more, while the squirming in my tummy made me almost want to 
throw up; not have sex.  No matter HOW much I like the guy, I 
just wasn't up to feeling him get on top of me, and have me 
possibly barf all over the bed!
     "Oh shit," I said.  "If you're THAT horny, why don't you go 
in the other room, and fuck one of the girls?"  It was half meant 
as a joke; but Diane and Marlene share a bedroom just down the 
hall from us; just like me and my little sister had in our 
parents' house, when I was their age.  The two smaller kids are 
in a smaller bedroom, right across the hall, where we can keep an 
eye on them.
     At first, Dan was shocked.  "You don't mean it!" he said.  
Still, I noticed his prick got harder instead of softer; just 
like it did when I told him about me getting screwed by Daddy.
     Well, actually I hadn't . . . until I saw Dan's reaction.  
"Why not?" I asked.  "Diane's almost 6 months older than I was 
when Daddy first slid his thick prick up inside ME, and almost a 
year older than Cindy was.  Heck, Even Marlene is almost a year 
older than my little sister Carol, the first time Daddy squirted 
her cute little tummy full of the stuff that makes babies. Why 
should our kids be neglected?"
     I didn't really expect my husband to take me up on this, but 
Dan looked at me with eyes so bright they seemed to sparkle.  
"You really want me to?" he asked.
     Well, with my queasy stomach, I sure didn't want him to fuck 
ME; and I also hated to leave the man I loved hanging like that.  
Besides, the very thought of my husband teaching my daughters how 
babies were made, the "proper" way; the way my father taught me 
and my sisters; by sticking his thick baby-making cock all the 
way up inside my little girls' tight little slits and filling 
each of their cute little tummies full of his potent seed, was 
making me tingle with anticipation.  "Uhuh," I said; and nodded.
     Dan didn't ask a second time.  With a raised-eyebrow, and a 
big grin, my husband climbed out of my bed, and headed down the 
hall.
     I couldn't believe Dan was really going to do it . . . not 
after all his protestations about how my father had "abused" me 
in this manner, when I was young.  Still, I had never felt 
abused, and I had made that plainly clear to Dan over the last 
three months.  And if Dan WAS going to do it, there's no way I 
was going to miss out on finding out that he was.
     Pausing to find slippers because of the cold floor, made me 
miss part of it anyway.  I was just barely in time to see Dan go 
into a shuddering climax on top of my eldest daughter, while her 
legs were locked around him, like I hadn't learned to do with MY 
father for almost two years.  Her little sister Marlene was 
watching the older girl get fucked, with eyes as big as saucers.  
Still, neither she nor Diane said a word; as my husband suddenly 
sank his thick prick to the root in Diane's belly, and began 
spasming the child's womb full of his potent seed.




                                13


     I knew my husband was doing his best to father a child on 
the little girl; just like Daddy had fathered them on me; while 
from her frantic jerking and the way her legs were wrapped around 
Dan's back, I knew the little girl wanted to feel him get her 
pregnant, just as much as he did.  Both of my daughters already 
knew full well where babies came from.
     I actually found myself hoping that my daughters didn't have 
to wait as long as I had, to feel Dan's babies kicking and 
squirming inside their cute little tummies.
     "When you two are finished," I said; backing out the door 
and making as if to head back down to the kitchen, "I'll have 
breakfast ready."
     Dan didn't say a word; just grunting while he held his thick 
prick buried as far up in the little girl's womb as he could; and 
spasmed my eldest daughter's tight little belly full of jet after 
viscous jet of her own stepfather's thick white baby-making 
sperm.  Her little sister looked on with interest at her elder 
sibling and stepfather mating like minks in the bed she usually 
shared with the older girl.  Only when he finished, did the true 
full difference between my husband and my father become apparent.
     "Thanks Diane," said Dan; kissing my daughter full on the 
lips; while he cuddled the little girl and rested with his slowly 
shrinking cock still buried to the hilt in the child's womb.  
Unlike my father, Dan was in no hurry to pull out and leave, once 
he had ejaculated his thick white cum in her cute little tummy.  
I knew my husband's potent sperm was already wriggling its way up 
inside my daughter's developing young womb, in search of her 
ripening eggs; while his thick cock kept the man's seed bottled 
up in an obscene pool in her vagina, so it wouldn't leak out and 
be wasted.  It will probably be a year or two before Diane's body 
develops enough for Dan to actually get her pregnant; but in the 
meantime they can both have lots of fun trying.
     "Thanks, Papa Dan," replied the little girl; kissing her 
stepfather back just as hard.  "For a while I was afraid I'd 
NEVER get to feel that again; after Mom brought us here.  Thanks 
for making my new home just perfect."
     God I love my husband.
     Maybe tomorrow, I can get him to fuck Marlene and (delicious 
thought) maybe even Gina too.  It wouldn't be fair, if the older 
girls got to feel their stepfather getting them pregnant with his 
babies, while she didn't.  After all, Gina is almost as old as my 
little sister was, the first time Daddy fucked her.
     Unlike me, my daughters will all know exactly what Dan is 
doing (or at least, trying to do) when he squirts each of their 
cute little tummies full of his thick white cum.  There's 
something incredibly erotic and sexy about feeling your own 
father (or stepfather) shaking on top of you; as his prick swells 
in your tummy and sends thick white jets splashing against your 
uterus; while knowing the man you love is actually TRYING to get 
you pregnant with his baby, by ejaculating his sperm right up 
inside your womb where it belongs.  I don't want any of my girls 
to miss out on it.





                                14


     Dan may not be like my father; but on the other hand, I'm 
not like my mother either.  "Tomorrow," I said to Marlene; 
looking pointedly to where her sister and stepfather were lying 
side by side on the bed, now that he had finally pulled out; with 
a thick white gob oozing from Diane's slit, matching the white 
streaks on my husband's thick cock, "now that you know how it's 
done; it'll be your turn.  OK?"
     "OK, Momma."  Marlene didn't even seem to be surprised.
     "And when you're done," I continued, "you can both show your 
little sister how to do it.  After all," I said; putting my 
earlier thoughts to words, "it wouldn't be fair, if you both got 
to feel your stepfather getting you pregnant, and she didn't."
     "No," I said, in answer to the surprised look in my two 
eldest daughters' eyes, "I don't really expect Dan to get ANY of 
you pregnant yet.  You're all a little too young to worry about 
that.  I just expect him to try.  However, if you ask, I'm sure I 
can get my husband to promise to get each of you girls pregnant 
as often as possible.  Would you like that?"
     "Yes, Momma."  This time, in a sweet chorus from both girls.
     God how exciting!  Even now I can almost see in my mind's 
eye, Gina's tiny vagina stretching to accept her stepfather's fat 
penis, while it throbs and spits thick white jets of his potent 
sperm at the little girl's cervix, until my youngest daughter's 
tight little tunnel is awash in the sticky white goo of my 
husband's potent seed.  Gina may be too young for Dan to get the 
little pre-schooler pregnant yet, but I still expect him to try.  
Just like he'll be trying with her older sisters, and my father 
tried with me and my two sisters.  It might take a while, but as 
long as we keep my daughters' bellies full of his sperm, then 
eventually he WILL get each of them pregnant with his baby.  We 
only have to wait.
     Thinking about all three of my daughters fucking my husband 
until he cums inside each of them; squirting thick white jets of 
his baby-making seed in their flat little tummies; and then 
having them carry Dan's sperm in each of their cute little 
bellies each day; and having it soaking into their wombs all 
night long; was enough to make me climax without even being 
touched.
     If we're really lucky, it might happen tomorrow; or it might 
take years of having my husband pumping my little girls' cute 
little cunnies full of his thick white cum; but as long as he 
keeps on trying, and we keep their tummies full of his sperm, 
then with any luck at all, Dan should be able to father at least 
one child on each of my daughters before they turn 12 (and 
hopefully even younger) and all three girls should be able to 
carry three, four, or even five kids by my husband, before they 
go to college, and our daughter Selena (I just KNOW it's going to 
be another girl) is old enough to take their place.  By the time 
Gina gets old enough to leave also, Selena should be old enough 
to have had at least one child by her father, as Dan should have 
been pumping our daughter's belly full of his sperm for several 
years by then; breeding her just like her older sisters.  I 
always DID want to have a big family; just like my mother had.




                                15


     (Just look at me; already planning on mating my little girl 
to her own father; having him get her pregnant with his babies by 
having my husband fill her womb with incestuous sperm; and the 
child isn't even born yet.  I AM a horny slut, ain't I?  Just 
like my father and mother made me.)
     One thing is for sure.  With me and Dan, none of MY 
daughters is going to miss out on the "fun" parts of sex, like I 
did.  There's going to be LOTS of hugging, cuddling, smooching, 
feeling-up, and just plain making love.  No, "Just stick it in, 
and knock the little girl up," like it was with me and Daddy.  
I'll see to it that Dan teaches them all about foreplay, oral 
sex, and even anal sex, if they want to learn.  I want my 
daughters to know only know, but to FEEL that the father of their 
babies loves them, as much as he loves their mother, or their 
kids.  It may mean a little less time I have Dan in MY bed, but 
it'll be worth it to know he's not just fucking my daughters, but 
giving them the loving they need.
     Who knows?  We might even get lucky.  Thinking about all 
three of my daughters with their cute little tummies all swollen 
with my husband's babies kicking and squirming inside their 
bodies, is SO sexy.
     I want each of my daughters to feel Dan getting them 
pregnant as often as possible, while they're still young enough 
to enjoy it; without having to worry about having to find the 
right man and get married.  I may have been lucky, and my mother 
might have been lucky, but that doesn't mean my daughters will 
all be as lucky as we were, in that respect.  Good men are hard 
to find, I understand.
     Now that Dan has felt Diane's tight little cunny squeezing 
the sperm out of his prick, and up inside her (hopefully) fertile 
young womb where it belongs, I'm pretty sure my husband isn't 
going to cheat any of my little girls out of feeling her 
stepfather get her pregnant with his babies, by squirting her 
belly full of his full of his baby-making cum at least two or 
three times a week.  I'm pretty sure I can convince him that even 
Gina deserves the chance to feel his thick baby-maker sliding up 
inside her tight little slit, and getting her pregnant by 
squirting her womb full of his thick sticky sperm.
     I'm sure that if he tries, Dan will enjoy feeling my little 
girls' tight little slits sliding over his prick and filling my 
daughter's wombs with his babies at least as much as Daddy 
enjoyed filling the wombs of me and my two sisters with HIS 
babies.  Gina may be a little tight at first; but once he gets 
used to it, I'm sure that Dan will get to like feeling his prick 
slide up inside her cute little slit and filling her tummy full 
of baby-juice; just like he will be doing to her big sisters.  
Gina may be little, but little girls deserve the chance to feel 
what it's like to have a real man get them pregnant, just like 
their big sisters do.  Gina may be too young to actually DO it, 
but that doesn't mean she can't try.







                                16


     The thought of Gina, or even Marlene, with a belly almost as 
big as she is, almost makes me wish I was having triplets myself; 
just so I could feel what it was like.  I actually find myself 
hoping that Dan DOES succeed in getting all three of my daughters 
pregnant that young; just like I wish Daddy had succeeded in 
doing to me.  At least I can't fault Daddy for not trying.
     Well, maybe my daughters will be luckier than I was.  In any 
case, I'll see to it that Dan give them the same chances I had; 
by keeping their cute little bellies filled with his sperm at 
least once every other day (or hopefully even more often) just 
like Daddy kept the bellies of me and my two little sisters 
filled with his seed when we were little girls.
     After that, all we can do is hope.  Sometimes little girls 
DO get pregnant before they're 11 years old like I was.  
Sometimes at 10, 8, or (delicious thought) even younger.  Even 
Gina COULD get lucky.  Of course, not everybody can win the 
lottery, (or even the baby-lottery) but we can all dream, can't 
we?
     By the time we left with Dan's seed still soaking into 
Diane's cute little tummy, both girls were eagerly discussing 
what Marlene and Dan would be doing tomorrow when he filled HER 
cute little tummy with sperm; and how they were going to show 
Gina "the right way" for him to get them pregnant; so their 
little sister could feel him doing it to her as well.  In the 
meantime, Diane plans to sleep with her hips up on a pillow, so 
that she won't miss her first chance to "catch."  Not much of a 
chance, at her age; but still . . . we could all hope.
     Consent, indeed!  It seems as though all my daughters wanted 
was MY consent, before they started fucking Dan.  Ain't THAT a 
turn-around?  Of course, like Daddy, they never asked him; and he 
never asked them (and I don't expect him to).  And also (of 
course) nobody ever even thought of objecting.
     While that may not be "fully informed consent"; it sure 
isn't rape, either.


