   I wish I could stop writing this crap, but the Demon-sha won't stop gnawing my mind and tearing at my soul.
   
   M/g Pedo. Incest Cons.
   
   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never feel this 
good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.
   
  I'm Sorry
   By Pedro Feelya
   
   It was dark in my room when I woke up. I didn't know why I had woken up; and then I heard my dad sniff. I could 
tell that he had been crying again. He sometimes comes to my room and just stands there, watching me. I wish I could 
say something to make him feel better, but I always just pretend to be asleep.
   I wished I could help daddy, but I'm only nine and I don't know what I can do to help. Usually daddy just watches 
me, says, "I'm sorry," and then leaves. 
   Tonight he came to my bed and stood real close. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed. I was lying on my 
tummy, so daddy began to stroke my hair. I love it when he brushes my hair for me.
   "I'm sorry," he choked, and then he began sobbing. I never understood why he said he was sorry so much. He 
wouldn't talk about it.
   I love my daddy, but ever since mom died, he sometimes cries at night. I don't cry for mom, and the skyatrist says 
that's okay, but I didn't tell the skyatrist the real reason I don't cry. Mom was always angry and mean. She would yell 
at me and slap my hands until dad came home. Then he would stand up for me and mom would start yelling at him 
instead. 
   One day dad came home and went upstairs to find mom. Then he freaked out and started hollering. The police 
came. I overheard one of the policemen say something about how mom slipped her wrists, and that she left a nasty note 
saying how bad my daddy was. 
   
   Daddy was still stroking my hair. It's really long and goes halfway down my back, but then he began to rub my 
back too, over my nightshirt. I like that. He would run his fingers all the way down my back to my waist. I know he 
was crying and all, but I still hummed because it felt good. That made daddy sob a little less. I would do anything to 
make him stop crying.
   I didn't want dad to stop, and I guess he didn't want to either. He put both hands on my shoulders and began to rub 
me gently. I really like that, and I stretched my neck out as far as I could. 
   Daddy then began to move his hands down my back, rubbing my sides. Normally I am a little ticklish, but not 
tonight.
   When daddy got to my butt, I thought he would stop, but he didn't. He began sobbing again, as he began massaging 
my butt. He had never done that before, but I didn't really mind. It felt really good, but daddy murmured, "I'm sorry" 
again. 
   Mrs. Walker, my third grade teacher, had taught us all to say stop and tell someone if a stranger touched us where 
they weren't supposed to. But this was my daddy, and I love my daddy. And I didn't want him to stop. Then daddy 
kept rubbing down my legs, and I relaxed.
   When daddy reached the end of my nightshirt, I wondered if he would stop. He seemed to be feeling better. Then 
he did something that really surprised me. He moved down a little, and then pulled my shirt up most of the way. He 
started crying really badly then. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
   If the light had been on, then daddy would have been able to see my underwear, but it was too dark to see anything. 
I decided that it really didn't matter anyway, since he was my daddy. 
   He reached up under my shirt and began to massage my shoulders and I relaxed again. This seemed to make daddy 
feel better too. I didn't have anything to worry about, he just wanted to give me a better massage. 
   He did a really good job this time, and it felt really good, and I hummed a lot. I liked the feel of his hands on my 
bare skin. It made me feel really warm inside.
   Daddy kept working his hands down until he reached my waist again. I remembered that he had rubbed my butt 
really well through my shirt, and I wondered if he would rub my butt through my underwear. 
   I stiffened up a little when he slid his fingers into the waist of my underwear. He was going to take them off. Then I 
decided he just wanted to rub my butt like he did my back, without any clothes in the way. 
   This was naughty, I knew it, but it was also exciting. Daddy pulled my underwear all the way off, and my butt was 
uncovered to the cool air. He then began to massage my butt cheeks and it felt as good as I thought it would. Then 
daddy's fingers went where they shouldn't. 
   I wanted to say something, but then daddy sobbed, "I'm sorry" and he began crying again.
   I loved him so much, I didn't feel bad about what he was doing. I even relaxed and began to enjoy it. He was 
digging with his fingers softly in the crack between my legs, where my pee comes from. It was so intense. I had rubbed 
myself often, but this felt ten times better. I couldn't help it, I hummed really loud and my voice shook.
   Then daddy stopped. I almost whined in disappointment. But then daddy started moving. I was afraid he would 
leave now, and I still wanted to help him if I could.
   Daddy wasn't leaving. He was climbing onto the bed with me. He was actually climbing over me. I wouldn't have 
felt strange if we were wrestling, but suddenly I felt nervous.
   Daddy began really sobbing hard now, and crying so hard I felt drops on my back. I felt really sad and wanted to do 
anything to help him. I felt horrible because I couldn't think of anything I could do to help him. 
   Then I felt something poke me! Down there!
   Daddy's hands were on both sides of me. I knew that boys had penis's, but all the statues I ever say showed limp 
little finger things. This was something hard. I had heard that when I man saw a naked woman, he could get hard.
   Was daddy's penis hard? What was he going to do with it? Was he going to put it in my little hole?
   For a moment, I panicked, and then I felt the tears on my back again. It was my Daddy was doing this. It was 
probably something he needed really badly. If he wanted to do something scary and adult to me, that was okay. 
   I wiggled my hips and spread my legs a little, trying to get the hard object in where I thought the right spot was. For 
a moment, it felt good. It felt right. 
   Then daddy cried out, "I'm sorry!" and pushed hard.
   Something popped into me. I thought he split my body right up the middle. I screamed, but silently. I pressed my 
face deep into my pillow and stuffed part of it in my mouth. I screamed, but I hoped daddy didn't hear me. I tried to 
swallow my whole pillow, the pain was so bad.
   My body was frozen like a board. Daddy was whining and sobbing, almost senselessly. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm 
sorry I'm sorry", over and over again.
   Daddy had hurt me, badly, but I loved him so much. It was easy to remember all the times he had saved me from 
mother. This was just body pain, not as bad as the years of having mommy hurt my feelings. It was easy to remember 
how much I loved my daddy. 
   He started to pull back. I knew he was sorry he had done this, and he was going to stop. I couldn't let him. If he 
wanted this, then I wanted to give it to him. I pushed back quickly. 
   Again, pain exploded inside me, but I was ready this time. I clenched my teeth on my pillow and held my breath. It 
wasn't as bad, but it was still bad.
   Daddy stopped. He paused. Then he lowered his weight into me again. Pushing me back into the bad wasn't so bad. 
But he continued to push, and that was agony. I bucked my hips involuntarily. It felt better. The sudden pain was better 
than the long pain.
   Daddy pulled back suddenly and pushed back in. It hurt less this time. Maybe I was getting used to it. I gasped for 
breath and was able to take a quick deep gasp. 
   Daddy was still sobbing, and repeating, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry", but he started to rock his hips back and 
forth. I concentrated on breathing, and remembering how much my daddy loved me, and I loved him.
   Daddy was thrusting his hard thing into me like he was pumping me up. Somehow I was able to sort of forget about 
the pain down there, and feel the other stuff. 
   I could feel his hips rubbing up and down my butt as he moved. That was a good feeling. His big body lightly 
pressed into my was scary, but also felt really warm and comforting. He was hurting me, but it wasn't all bad.
   He was pushing his hard thing into me, deeper and deeper, and then suddenly something exploded in pain inside 
me. He had gone too deep. I couldn't help but surge forward, getting away from the pain.
   Daddy felt this. He again started crying, "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry".
   He still started to pump again, but carefully, not going too deep. The pain quickly went away, and I could breathe 
again.
   I realized that I was now doing what I guessed was fucking. My daddy was fucking me. I had lost my virginity to 
my daddy. This made me happy. I couldn't think of anyone I could love more. This thought alone made the pain almost 
disappear, and I tried to hum, to let daddy know I loved him.
   Then daddy started moving funny. He wasn't pumping smoothly into me. He froze up and I distinctly felt his thing 
throb inside me. Then I felt it. Something warm and soft deep inside me. It felt strangely wonderful and right. 
   Daddy had stopped crying, and was holding still above me. His thing still throbbed inside me. Then he pulled all 
the way back and his thingy popped out of me. 
   This caused fresh pain, and something wet between my legs, but I somehow knew daddy was done. He collapsed to 
lie down beside me on the bed. 
   Now he started sobbing again, really sadly. "I'm sorry I'm sorry" 
   It hurt my heart. I snuggled into him as close as I could. "It's okay daddy. You can do this to me every night, if you 
want to." I actually was hoping he would.
   
   
   
   
   
   I no longer care if anyone likes my stories. I know that I write because I am sick inside. I write so my mind will let 
me sleep at night. I post the stories because I wish to leave some tiny piece of me in immortality.
   
   
