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Getting it on the Bed (Mf, incest, cons, pedo)
by Frank McCoy <mccoyf@millcomm.com>
Date: 5/27/99 



     Last night I had barely snuggled into bed, when I felt my 
father's penis poking me in the tummy.  I giggled when I felt it.  
Daddy doesn't usually get a hard-on until he has snuggled up to 
me for a while.  I wondered what had made Daddy so horny, but I 
didn't dwell on it.  I was just grateful that he was.  That meant 
I could have that much more fun.
     I grabbed my father's cock and stroked it; making Daddy 
groan.
     "Don't tease your father Melodie," said Momma.  "He's had a 
'hard' day."
     We all giggled at the joke.  Daddy's prick jumped in my 
hand, when he did.  Once I managed to stop giggling, I said, "Yes 
Momma," and lowered my head to where I could put my mouth on 
Daddy's cock.
     It is big and nasty looking, but I like it.  I remember the 
first time I saw Momma sucking on Daddy's cock.  It looked so 
obscene, but Momma seemed to enjoy making Daddy feel so good that 
for a while I was jealous.  Until Momma let me try it, anyway.  
Now, the big knob on Daddy's cock STILL looks obscene, but that 
makes it even MORE exciting.
     At first, the thought of putting your mouth on the thing 
that a man pees out of, seemed gross to me.  Now, that's one of 
the things that turns me on the most.  But I'm getting ahead of 
myself.
     As I said, I put my mouth on Daddy's cock; bringing yet 
another groan from him.  This time, Momma didn't admonish me, as 
she could tell I was just getting started.  After licking around 
the swollen head, I popped the big head in my mouth.  I could 
barely get my mouth around it, but I managed somehow.  Pursing my 
lips, I sucked and then slid my mouth off.
     I could tell that feeling me sucking, and the stimulation of 
my lips rubbing on the head of his prick was getting to Daddy.  
He wouldn't last long tonight.
     Trying to get in as much fun as possible, I slid my mouth 
back over Daddy's cock, and swallowed as much of it as I could.  
I was careful to keep my teeth out of the way, as I tried to 
force as much of my father's prick into my mouth as I could take.  
At the same time, I wriggled my tongue, and licked the tube on 
the bottom.  I knew it wouldn't be long before Daddy filled my 
mouth with sperm.
     From the feeling, it would be quite a load.  Daddy must have 
been working it up all day long.
     All the while, I was vaguely aware of Momma watching 
closely, to make sure I did it right.  Momma doesn't mind if I 
suck Daddy off, just as long as I don't get it on the bed.  I'm 
getting pretty good now, so I don't worry much about that any 
more.
     Still, this time was different.  I don't know what got Daddy 
so excited, but when he came, it was a gusher!  Wow!





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     The first squirt almost filled my mouth up, and from then on 
it was one big struggle to keep up; as Daddy spasmed time after 
time; filling my mouth with squirt after thick sticky squirt of 
gooey cum.  I had to swallow as fast as I could, just to keep up.  
Even so, it was a struggle.
     Somehow I managed.  After five or six immense squirts, 
Daddy's powerful ejaculations slowed down to just spurts and then 
dribbles.  Finally I was able to enjoy the taste of Daddy's cum 
on my tongue, before I had to swallow it.
     Once he slowed down to just a trickle, I popped my mouth off 
Daddy's prick for just a second, to get the few stray drops that 
had been forced out when he was cumming so violently.  I licked 
my lips, and then managed to get Daddy's prick back in my mouth 
before another drop managed to escape.
     As I said, I'm getting to be pretty good now.  I managed to 
get every drop of daddy's sperm, without getting any on the bed.  
I could tell Momma was proud of me.  Actually, I was pretty proud 
of myself.  Not many girls my age can take all of their father's 
cum in their mouths without wasting some, or worse-yet, getting 
it on the bed.
     Now that Daddy had gotten off (so to speak) I suckled on his 
shrinking penis like a calf sucks on a cow's teat.  I knew that 
Daddy liked this almost as much as he liked cumming in my mouth, 
and I didn't want to disappoint him.  Besides, I didn't want to 
waste any of his cum either.  There were a few drops of it still 
inside his prick, and I ran my tongue along the tube underneath; 
stripping out each last sticky drop, until there was nothing 
left.
     Daddy's cock didn't go all the way down, like it usually did 
though.  Especially after squirting so much cum in my mouth, this 
was quite unusual.  I wondered if this meant I was going to get 
an extra treat tonight.  Well, I was.  What a treat!
     "Uh, Melodie," said Daddy, trying to extract his now half-
hard prick from my mouth.
     I wouldn't let him.  No WAY was I letting Daddy go until his 
prick was properly limp and shrunk.  I love my Daddy.
     "Uh, Melodie, you'd better let go," repeated Daddy.  "I've 
got to pee."
     HA!  If Daddy thought THAT would stop me, he didn't know his 
little girl.  I looked over Daddy at Momma, and gave her a wink.  
Then I settled down to sucking Daddy's cock in earnest.  If Daddy 
had to pee, then he was going to have to do it in my mouth.  He 
did.
     I was hoping I was as good as I thought I was.  If I wasn't, 
Momma would REALLY give me heck for getting piss on the sheets.  
Cum was bad enough.  Besides, Daddy had warned me.  If I goofed 
this up, I would be in real trouble.  On the other hand, if I 
succeeded, I knew both Momma AND Daddy would be proud of me.
     I barely had time to reflect on this, when the first squirt 
of piss entered my mouth.  Daddy was trying to hold back, and I 
was able to take the first squirt easily.  The smell of ammonia 
was strong, and almost made me feel like vomiting, but it was too 
late to back out.  If I had, Daddy would have made a big mess of 
the bed, and I would never have heard the end of it.



                                2


     I swallowed, and managed to get it down.  The first squirt 
is always the worst.  My stomach was just starting to rebel, and 
I almost threw up, when Daddy lost control.  Oh SHIT!
     It was like I had stuck my head under a faucet, and turned 
it on full blast.  No WAY could I keep up by even swallowing as 
fast as I could.
     I jammed my face down on Daddy's cock; forcing it into the 
back of my mouth, and let Daddy pee down my throat.  At the same 
time, I was fighting to keep the mouthful of piss I already had 
from escaping my pursed lips.
     Somehow I managed it.  With his prick buried in the back of 
my mouth, Daddy's urine poured down my throat in a steady stream, 
forced down by the pressure in his bladder.  If I could just hold 
my breath long enough, I knew I had it made.  I did. . . Just 
barely.
     After what seemed like an eternity, Daddy's pissing slowed 
to a stream then just a trickle, and finally just occasional 
jerks of piss in my mouth, while I swallowed the remainder I had 
been holding.  I did it!
     After Daddy's pee stopped flowing, I nursed on his prick 
until it was soft, and barely big enough to fit in my mouth.  For 
my efforts, I was rewarded by a sweet sticky drop or two of cum, 
that Daddy hadn't managed to squirt before he had to pee.  Who 
says there are no rewards for good deeds?
     "Ooooh THANK you Honey," said Daddy.  "You really didn't 
have to do that."
     "Oh yes I did," I thought, as I snuggled up to my father.  
As I said, I love my Daddy.  If it made HIM feel good to pee in 
my mouth, then it made ME feel good.  Besides that, hearing Daddy 
call me "Honey" always makes me feel gushy inside.
     Momma got up from her side of the bed, and snuggled in 
behind me.  Daddy turned over, and I snuggled up to him.
     Like that, we all went to sleep, spoon fashion.  Me with a 
tummy full of my father's pee (and cum too) and a hand wrapped 
around his semi-erect prick.  I knew Daddy couldn't have cum 
again so soon even if we both had wanted to, but I also knew he 
liked feeling my hand holding his prick, even if he WASN'T horny 
any more.
     I felt slightly bloated with Daddy's pee; (NOW I knew why 
Daddy had been so horny.) but wasn't inclined to get up from my 
comfortable position between my parents.  It felt too good.
     Like I had reached around Daddy, and was holding his prick, 
Momma had reached around me, and had her middle finger up my slit 
bringing me twinges of pleasure.
     She wasn't really masturbating me, (Just like I wasn't 
jacking Daddy off.)  Momma was just soothing the slight sexual 
itch I had gotten from knowing I had gotten Daddy off.  Did I say 
I loved my mother too?  I do.
     It was about two hours later (I think.) when I woke up 
again.  Sometime during the night, we had all rolled over; and my 
back was to Daddy this time.  A big hairy arm was wrapped around 
me, and my Momma's full butt was pushed into my over-full tummy.  
Still, it wasn't as bad as earlier.




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     While snuggled up to me, Daddy's prick had become erect in 
his sleep.  It was poking me in the back; so I shifted up a 
little and reached behind me to slide it between my legs.  That 
was a mistake.  At least, if the idea was to get comfortable and 
go back to sleep, it was a mistake.  Otherwise. . .
     Well, you can probably guess what happened next.  By now, 
the tummy full of Daddy's pee was getting to MY bladder, making 
me itch and stimulating me, just like it had Daddy.  When I felt 
my father's thick cock sliding between my legs, it almost made me 
explode with sexual excitement.
     I felt my pussy get wet with lubrication, and I started 
sliding back and forth against my father's cock.  Of course, this 
made Daddy get even harder; exciting me even more.  I guess my 
mother felt my excited copulating motions against Daddy, and it 
woke her up too.
     Turning to face us, Momma reached down between my legs where 
her husband's penis was sliding.  "You'd better watch out," she 
warned me.  "If you keep this up, your father is going to cum, 
and he'll get it all over the bed."
     Oh shit.  Momma was right.  Still, I didn't want to stop; 
and looked at her with pleading in my eyes.  Daddy IS Momma's 
husband, and I love them both.
     Momma sighed.  With me around, she doesn't get much sex any 
more.  This isn't all bad though.  Daddy likes sex about three or 
four times a day, while Momma is happy with once or twice a week.  
Still, seeing me sucking Daddy off, and then that incredible 
scene where I drank his pee, must have been quite sexually 
stimulating, even to her.  On the other hand, if it was exciting 
to Momma, you can imagine how I felt, since I was the one who did 
it.
     Momma grabbed Daddy's cock, and bent the tip up a little.  
"Here," she said, "try it now."
     I did.  Lifting up a little, then pushing back, I felt the 
head of Daddy's cock slip into the entrance to my hole.  Then, 
with a little pressure, the rest of the enormous cylinder started 
to slide inside me.
     I blinked back a tear, as I felt myself stretch.  Daddy is 
so big, it always hurts a little, the first time he slides it in 
me.  Still, with my lubrication and the pre-cum seeping from the 
head of his prick, it WOULD go in, whether it hurt or not.
     Five seconds later, I felt the head of my father's penis 
bump up against my womb, while I felt as stuffed as a turkey.  
Even with the slight pain of being overstretched, I couldn't 
believe how good it felt.
     Momma had to caution me to slow down, or I would just jack 
Daddy off with my tight little snatch, before I managed to cum 
myself.  She was right.  I slowed my frantic squirming until I 
was just sliding comfortably up and down on Daddy's prick; 
getting closer and closer to the biggest orgasm of my life.
     Daddy moaned in his sleep; grabbed me by the titties, and 
jammed his prick up hard inside me.  I wondered what kind of wet-
dream he was having.  For sure MY night was wet-dream quality.  
OOOH, it felt good!




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     It didn't take me as long as it usually did.  Before I knew 
it, my body was being wracked with spasms, and my cunny was 
squeezing and milking on Daddy's prick like a giant squeezing the 
last drop out of a toothpaste-tube.  I almost bit Momma's 
shoulder, as I jerked and thrashed in her comforting arms.
     Just about the time I was coming down from my orgasm, Daddy 
started his.  I guess the feel of his little girl's tight little 
slit squeezing and clamping on his prick was too much. . . Even 
if he WAS asleep.
     Suddenly, I felt even fuller than before, as Daddy jammed 
every inch of his prick that he could up inside me.  I felt like 
he was trying to force his prick right up inside my womb, like 
some of those silly stories you read.
     I almost wished it could happen, but it was almost as good 
as if he had.  My little cunny was flooded with squirt after 
squirt of Daddy's potent sperm, as my father did his best to 
leave as much as possible in his little girl's womb.
     God was that sexy.  Feeling your father squirt his seed 
right up against your womb.  Well, I didn't actually feel the 
squirts.  (They say you can't.)  But I DID feel his prick expand 
each time, and he jammed the swollen member up inside me with 
each pulse.  So it FELT like I was registering each incestuous 
squirt.  Boy did that feel good.  Even the slight possibility of 
pregnancy was more of a thrill than a scare.
     Daddy isn't really TRYING to get me pregnant, but neither I, 
nor he, nor especially my mother, would be all that disappointed 
if I woke up one morning and found that my pants were too tight.
     Still, I suppose it's not really a good idea.  I mean, after 
all:  He's my own father.  You aren't supposed to have babies by 
your own father, are you?  Yeah, right.
     Even the fact that I was so young, we weren't sure about me 
getting pregnant.  That's why Momma had gotten me the diaphragm.  
So that Daddy's sperm didn't end up where it didn't belong.
     Even with that, you couldn't be sure.  When I got older, 
Momma told me I would have to go on the pill.  For now, I could 
enjoy having Daddy's sperm inside me.
     Anyway, I finally stopped shuddering from my climax, and 
Momma reached down one last time to run her finger along the base 
of Daddy's cock; forcing the last sticky drop of my father's 
sperm up inside my quietly accepting vagina.
     "You'd better not take it out," she whispered to me.  "If 
you leave it in, you'll keep from getting it on the bed."
     I giggled to myself.  I knew Momma wasn't as worried about 
me getting Daddy's sperm on the bed as she pretended to be.  It 
wasn't all THAT hard to wash clothes.  Momma just liked the idea 
of her little girl lying there all night long with her husband's 
sperm soaking in the little girl's vagina, up next to her fertile 
young womb.  Momma is almost as perverted as I am.  Did I mention 
that I love my mother?
     Momma started giggling too, then we both drifted back to 
sleep; me with a belly full of Daddy's pee, and both ends stuffed 
full of his cum.  Such sexy dreams I had, you wouldn't believe.  
This had been the first time in a long time that Daddy hadn't 
woken up when he found himself fucking me in the middle of the 
night.


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     Such a sexy thought, to have your father fuck you and cum in 
you, and never know it.  I giggled one last time before falling 
asleep.  I hoped Daddy's prick didn't slip out in the night and 
get his cum all over the bed.  I giggled again.

     The next thing I knew it was early morning, and I HAD to get 
up.  If I didn't, I would have "gotten it on the bed" for real.  
BIG time.
     GOD, did I have to pee.  Too bad I couldn't pee in Daddy's 
mouth, and he could then recycle it again, and pee in mine over 
and over.
     Such a sexy, nasty thought.  Golly it felt good to let that 
load go though.  It seemed a shame to wash out Daddy's cum, 
though I couldn't help it.  I ran a finger through my piss-
stream, and even tasted it, before cleaning up.
     I washed and showered and cleaned all the nasty smells off 
me.  Sometimes it was sexy to be a nasty little girl playing with 
pee, and sometimes it was better to be a sweet innocent sweet-
smelling little girl for Daddy to love.  I felt that this morning 
was one to be sweet and wholesome, after being a nasty little 
slut last night.
     I crawled back into bed, just as my parents crawled out.
     I was disappointed.  I had hoped to at least see Daddy and 
Momma make love.  (And maybe even get in a little myself.)  Oh 
well.  I had gotten quite a lot, the previous night.
     Momma went straight to the kitchen, and started breakfast, 
while Daddy duplicated me, and took a shower.
     When he got back, he found his little girl lying spread-
eagled on the bed; her middle finger jammed up her snatch, 
straining to reach an orgasm that just wouldn't come.  After 
having Daddy, it's just so HARD to do it myself any more.
     Daddy took pity on me.  (Or maybe he was as horny as I was.)
     I was barely aware of Daddy returning from the shower; still 
dripping; when I felt a warm slippery body on top of mine, and a 
big beautiful hunk of manhood sliding up inside me.  Daddy had 
just climbed on top of me, and shoved it in!  I loved it.
     As I mentioned before, it HURTS a little, when Daddy first 
slides up inside me, but such a delicious hurt.  After the first 
twinges though, it was all pleasure.  Daddy may (or may not) have 
known he fucked me the previous night; but there was no doubt in 
either of our minds that he was fucking me now!
     This was no leisurely screw either.  This was one slam-bang 
glorious fuck!  Cock in cunt, man and woman.  (OK, girl!)  What a 
glorious sensation to feel the man you love, loving you.  To feel 
his thickness growing inside you, as he prepares to send part of 
himself to join part of you, and try to create a new life that is 
part of both of you.
     Even though the chance is slight, just knowing there IS a 
chance, is unbelievably thrilling.  I don't know WHAT I'll do, 
when I have to go on the pill.  Oh well, I'll worry about that 
later.
     Daddy was just grunting; in the final throes of thrusting, 
before filling my womb with jet after jet of his precious seed, 
when Momma came in.  She had been about to call us to breakfast, 
when she found us in the middle of a rousing fuck.


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     "Now you be careful," she admonished my father.  "Remember, 
she's just a little girl, and she's not on the pill."
     Daddy's thrusts became harder, and he seemed to get bigger 
inside me, at the very thought.
     "Not only that," continued Momma, "her period was just last 
week."
     This reminder of my possible fertility, was too much for 
Daddy.  Doing his best to "Be careful," Daddy pushed up inside me 
as hard as he could; sending jet after viscous jet of potent 
baby-making cum squirting against my womb.  After all, we both 
wanted to be sure he got it in ME, and didn't "waste" any, by 
getting it on the bed.  Momma's reminder wasn't really necessary, 
as my father is just as aware as she is, about my possible 
fertility.  And Daddy would do anything to keep from hurting me, 
by pulling out when there was even a slight chance.  No wonder I 
love my father so much.
     Momma waited; watching while first Daddy got off by filling 
my tummy with squirt after squirt of incestuous seed, and then I 
did.  Feeling Daddy implanting his precious sperm in my womb, was 
enough to get me off too.
     Barely in time.  Daddy was already starting to wilt inside  
me, when I gasped and grunted to MY orgasm; milking each precious 
drop of fatherly cum up inside my tight little baby-hole where it 
belonged.
     Momma watched, as Daddy extracted his still-dripping penis 
from her daughter's tight little cunny.
     "You DO have your diaphragm?" she asked me pointedly; 
looking at the sperm dripping out of my crack and Daddy's penis, 
and threatening to make a mess of the bed.
     Oh shit!  I looked at the bedstand, where the rubber cup was 
lying forlornly.  "Uh.  Right here, Momma," I said; showing it to 
her, and blushing at the same time.
     Hurriedly, I grabbed Daddy's prick, and squeezed the last 
drop of cum off the end into it.  At the same time, I tilted my 
bottom up, so I didn't drip on the bed until I managed to use the 
rubber cup to catch the dribbles; before pushing it up inside me, 
so Daddy's sperm wouldn't leak out.  After all, as I said before, 
Momma doesn't mind if I fuck Daddy, or "Get it on the bed", as 
long as I don't get it on the bed.   <Giggle>
     After that, we had breakfast; and I got dressed and went to 
school.  The teacher wondered why I was so antsy that day.
     Well, wouldn't YOU be a little squirmy, if you knew that 
millions of your father's sperm were wriggling their way up 
inside your womb, one of them getting you pregnant with your own 
father's baby?
     Thank goodness I didn't waste any, and get it on the bed!


