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                         I love my kids
                         An Erotic Story

     There's nothing like Sundays.  Some people like Fridays, 
because the whole weekend is ahead.  Some like Saturdays, because 
it's the start of the weekend, and you have two whole days to 
relax.  I like Sundays.  Fridays are still work days; and 
Saturdays are often spent doing things like shopping and other 
things you couldn't do during the week because you were at work.  
Or, the wife has chores that need to be done over the weekend.  
But Sundays are MINE.  And those are the days I get to relax and 
spend time with the kids.  I love my kids.  There are other 
reasons I like Sundays too.
     One of the "other" reasons I like Sundays, is that usually 
all the clothes-washing and other cleanup chores are done 
already; so there's lots of hot water for baths or nice long 
showers.   So, usually Sunday mornings I either run a tub and 
soak, or if I'm feeling dirty I take a nice long HOT shower, 
without worrying about running the house short of hot water.
     I was doing that this morning; soaking in the warm heat of 
the shower; using bath-oil-lotion, and soaking in the comfort of 
the beat of water on my back; half playing with my semi-erect 
penis as I dreamed sexy thoughts.  You should try it sometime.
     About halfway through my shower, the door opened, my 
daughter stepped in, and then Fawn closed the shower-door behind 
her.
     "Hi, Daddy," she said with a smile.
     "Hi, Honey," I grinned at my little girl.  "Want a backrub?"
     The barely pubescent pre-teen grinned back at me.  "Sure, 
Daddy.  I LIKE your rubdowns."
     So I grabbed a gob of the bath-oil lotion from the tube 
hanging on the showerhead, and proceeded to rub it all over the 
little girl's nubile young body.  Fawn shivered at my touch, and 
not from the cold, either.  I guess the feel of my hands running 
all over her body excited the little girl almost as much as 
feeling her body in my hands, and against my body and legs, 
excited me.  God did she feel good.
     Before two minutes of feeling my daughter up had passed, I 
had quite a noticeable erection.  Fawn (of course) DID notice.
     "Hmmm," she purred; backing up to me so that the swollen 
member rubbed against her smooth, silky (and now oily) ass-
cheeks.  "That feels good, Daddy ... but I know where it would 
feel even better."  Oh God, did she.
     "Bend over," I croaked.
     Obediently, the third-grader leaned over ... but not before 
she had grabbed my swollen prick and was rubbing the slippery 
cylinder against the equally slippery flesh between her legs.  
"Please, Daddy?" she whined.
     I couldn't help myself ... I did it.  Yes, I fucked my 
little girl, right there in the shower.  Rubbing the tip of my 
prick in the hot, wet, and oily heat between her legs, I pushed.






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     At first, nothing happened.  Then I pushed harder, while 
Fawn leaned against the shower walls, and pushed back.  Slowly, 
first the head, and then more and more of the shaft inched its 
way into the little girl's body.  Fawn is by far the tightest 
woman (or girl) I've ever fucked.  Even now, four years after the 
first time the little girl slipped into bed with her own father, 
"So I can feel what it's like too!" she's STILL tighter than 
anybody else I've ever had sex with.
     It took a lot of effort to work in and out, even once we got 
the whole thing inside her, and even though she was almost as wet 
and slippery on the inside, as the water and bath-oil made her on 
the outside.  Fawn whimpered something about wanting Daddy's big 
ole' baby-maker inside her; and I almost let my daughter have 
everything in my balls right then.  Some things are too 
obscene/exciting to even think about.  Pumping a baby in your own 
little girl, is one of them.
     It seems somebody ELSE had this on their mind too.
     "Mike?  Are you fucking our daughter again?"  I almost 
jumped and slipped in the shower, at my wife's question.  I mean, 
couldn't she SEE what we were doing?  Well ... Maybe not too 
well, through the rippled glass of the shower-door.
     "Uh, Ugnh, huh," I grunted; still shoving my prick in and 
out of Fawn's tight little baby-hole.  That grunt, was about as 
much of a confirmation as I was going to give.  The squeezing of 
my daughter's tight little sleeve around my engorged prick, was 
about to get me off before I was ready.
     "You know," Marie continued, "you're going to get that 
little girl pregnant, if you keep on doing that."
     "Uh, huh ... Yes, Dear," I panted; holding Fawn by the hips 
while I emptied my prostate into the third-grader's sexy little 
body.  I could feel the tickle of the child's cervix against the 
tip of my prick; and was stimulated and aroused even more by the 
thought that I was discharging my sperm into the child's body, 
THAT close to my daughter's womb.  In her bent-over position, 
instead of backing up and running out, the semen I was 
ejaculating in the little girl was running down INTO Fawn's body, 
and pooling around the entrance to my daughter's uterus.
     "Mmmmm," Fawn moaned in appreciation; her already tight 
little tunnel growing even tighter in clamps and squeezes around 
my engorged penis that were almost painfully delicious, as the 
child's orgasm practically milked the swollen member for each 
precious squirt.  "Thanks, Daddy."
     With aching heaves and thick heavy spurts, I gave my 
daughter what she wanted ... a belly full of her own father's 
seed; jerking and spasming my seed into the child's tight little 
slit until my balls ached with dry squirts.
     When I finished, I was so wobbly-legged, I could hardly 
stand; while Fawn was chipper, alert, and grateful; turning 
around and giving me an openmouthed kiss like little girls her 
age aren't supposed to even know about, let along give their 
fathers.  Still, 10 year old little girls aren't supposed to know 
nearly as much about sex in general as my daughter did, either.





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     "Well," huffed my wife, as Fawn left the shower, "couldn't 
you at LEAST wait a week or so, when it wouldn't be so 
dangerous?"  The words were obviously addressed to our daughter, 
not me; as Marie knows as well as I do, which one of us is 
usually the aggressor ... from the first time she crawled into 
our bed, "To feel Daddy's cock inside me, like Julie does," to 
today crawling into the shower and fitting my prick inside her.
     Fawn just rolled her eyes at the mere suggestion of WAITING 
for sex.  Not OUR daughter.  Things like periods, ovulation, and 
even babies were unimportant aspects of sex, as far as SHE was 
concerned.  What mattered was feeling her father's thick prick 
filling her tight little baby-hole when SHE wanted and needed it.  
Waiting two hours for sex, was way too long for Fawn.  Waiting 
two weeks, or even two days?  Never.
     "Is the little twerp done now?" asked Julie; entering the 
bathroom at the same time her little sister left, unconcerned 
about the slippery drool of cum still dribbling down one leg.  
With me, their mother, and our oldest daughter all standing next 
to the sink at the same time, it was a little crowded.  The older 
girl's smoothly swollen tummy rubbing against my skin, along with 
her soft supple skin rubbing against mine, started to get me 
aroused again; even if my penis WAS still dripping semen from 
cumming inside her little sister.
     Julie is no more unobservant when it comes to sex than her 
little sister is.  "Oooh," she cooed; rubbing her swollen breasts 
against me, while her tummy bumped against my prick and her legs 
somehow seemed to almost wrap around mine for maximum skin-
contact without actually fucking.  "Is that for ME?"  Her nipples 
were brown and pointing; still able to stand out on the older 
girl's swollen boobs, now filling with milk.  I swear the girl 
has gained at least two cup sizes this time.  Even when her 
breasts are engorged with milk, Julie almost doesn't need a bra; 
her tits are that firm.
     Pregnant women (as you can tell) turn me on.  Pregnant pre-
teenaged little girls ... Well, you can guess.  In spite of 
having drained all the sperm I THOUGHT I had in her little 
sister's tight little baby-hole, Julie had managed to give me 
almost as big an erection as I had given my younger daughter.
     "Oooo," she murmured softly, "I see Little Sister didn't do 
a very good job of draining Daddy's balls.  I guess if you want a 
job done right, you've got to do it yourself.  C'mere, Daddy.  
Let a real WOMAN show you how the job is done."
     With this, my eldest daughter grabbed me by the penis, and 
using it like a leash the girl led me, still dripping, out of the 
bathroom, past her mother, down the hall, past the nursery, and 
into the girls' bedroom; where she proceeded to show her little 
sister, "The proper way to drain Daddy's balls."  Like I say, 
there's something about pregnant pre-teens that will get me every 
time ... the more pregnant, the sexier.  And Julie is due about a 
month before her thirteenth birthday, which isn't that far away.
     God, I hope it's another little girl this time.  Oh, boys 
are OK, I guess, and a son would be nice; but as I said earlier, 
I love my little girls.




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