A few times in the past I've gotten my wife to agree to me having sex with her while she was sleeping. This is a bit hard to do, but not impossible. The first thing, of course, is to get a hard-on while the woman is sleeping *and* she has her back to you, snuggled up "spoon fashion" so you actually *can* slip inside her while she's off in dreamland. Not nearly as easy as it sounds; and the few times I've managed to get such permission from my wife to "pork" her while she slept next to me, I've only managed to complete the job about one time in five. The other times something always got in the way, from me falling asleep before she did to not being able to get it up after an already big night of sex, to not being able to get it in, or other reasons. Once she let a big fart in my face; and it caused me to lose all interest in sex that night ... and I *know* it was involuntary too. Oh well.

While I've never really been a pedophile; little girls not seeming all that sexy to me until they've developed boobs, fur, and the shapes of women, it's hard to deny that many of them push the envelope at least in how they dress. Still, considering our present fix, maybe it actually would have been better if I was such a person and actually started having sex with our daughter back when she was ten and puberty wasn't even close. Maybe.

Still, even though I've known that Cindy was fast approaching puberty and I'd soon be getting out that baseball bat I'd been joking about for years, "To keep the wolves from the door," and getting at our little girl, now she really was starting to develop sexually, I'd never really expected to be the first person having sex with her myself and especially not while "sleeping" in the same bed with me and Sandy, my wife. Yeah, "Sandy" and "Cindy". My wife liked the combination. So do I.

Me? My name is Daniel ... Daniel Stevens; but don't bother trying to look me up in the phone book. Even in the local directory there are five "Daniel Stevens" entries, and three "D. Stevens"; and I'm not telling you what town, city, county, or even state I live in. So fuck off with trying to find me.

I'm not really sure exactly how we ended up in bed together, with Cindy snoozing away, cuddled up between me and the wife; but like many such cases it involved something while we were on vacation, a motel-room, and only one bed for the three of us. Still, I never once did more than cuddle up to the kid the three nights on the road; and no, never felt *then* like molesting my own daughter, no matter how sexy I realized she was getting.

Heck, it wasn't even when Cindy started showing up in our bed *after* we got back from DisneyWorld that I personally started thinking about my own daughter as somebody to have sex with. In actual fact, I'm pretty sure it was the sausage that did it.

Yes, sausage ... A hunk of Polish Ring Sausage, likely about three feet long, if you want to know; and since you're reading this, I ass-u-me that you do.

Actually, several months *before* the sausage and even before our vacation, there were the hot-dogs.

Yeah, hot dogs. Everybody has experimented with hot dogs as sexual toys while growing up, haven't they? Yes, even me; though I had to toss mine after trying a couple up the butt when I did it.

However, it was catching Cindy with a hot-dog up her twat, just experimenting, that first directed my attention to the fact our "little girl" was getting to be a *woman*. Moaning in her room made me look; but when I saw our daughter on the bed working a little red "skinless frank" in and out of her honey-hole, I quickly backed out so she wouldn't be embarrassed at "being caught" with her hand (or at least a hot-dog) in the cookie-jar (so to speak).

It was only afterwards when I saw Cindy about to dump the good meat down the disposal that I said a word.

"Uh ... Cindy," I said; almost causing her to jump out of her skin as she started reaching for the grinding switch. "Don't *waste* good meat like that."

"Uh ... Daddy," she objected, "We can't *eat* those ... Uh ... not after I've had them in ... in ... in my ... uh...." Cindy blushed a bit; but not as much as you might expect; as we've had talks about sex, sexuality, and whether allowing somebody else to touch you in your privates was "good touch" or "bad touch" mainly depending on whether or not you *wanted* to be touched, and to so-touch the other person in return. Even at eight years old and probably younger, Cindy had known that there wasn't anything really wrong with masturbation; even though it's *usually* a private thing. That, of course, being why she was embarrassed now: Being noticed while doing something private.

"You haven't had them in your butt, have you?" I asked. Well, if she had, then they *would* go down the disposer.

"Well ... No, but I've had them in my ... my, uh, kitty; and we aren't supposed to 'share food' even if one of us has had it in our mouths, are we?"

"Uh ... Cindy," I responded, "It's pretty clean, whether you've had them in your mouth or up your pussy. It's only if you bit into one or *broke* one of them, that I'd ask you to toss them ... or, of course, if you *had* experimented by putting one of them up your rectum. Otherwise, they're still clean, AND they're going to be boiled anyway; so why waste good food?" I didn't mention the fact that knowing we'd be eating woman-flavored food that night would be quite a turn-on for me; because yes, my "little girl" *was* becoming a woman.

Well, after tossing *one* dog that was a little dilapidated, the rest went back into the refrigerator; and three nights later we had beans and franks. My wife never did figure out why Cindy kept blushing each time I pulled a hot-dog out of the dish and made a production out of licking and enjoying the taste. Still, after being cooked, there really wasn't any "woman taste" left. Oh well.

After that first time, every week or so I'd see a package of opened hot-dogs in the refrigerator; mostly all there; but sometimes with a missing frank or two. I think Cindy made a *point* of leaving them where it was obvious. However, after that first time she never again seemed to be embarrassed at eating or watching us eat food that had been up her tight little twat.

Still, it wasn't *that* that made me really notice how our "little girl" was growing up. After all, hot-dogs are smaller than even most 12-year-old little boys, and I'm a man ... or at least so my wife assures me. Yes, it was the sausage.

I'm not sure, but I *think* Cindy left her door open deliberately that time; her moans once again attracting my attention ... attention to the fact that our "little" girl wasn't so little; as she had both hands wrapped around a sausage almost as thick and fat as my prick ... and likely four or five times as long; looking something like an incredible double-headed-dildo as the teenager worked the thick thing in and out of the light fur now starting to develop around the plump cunny-lips that sucked and slurped on the thick meat cylinder.

I say I *think* it was deliberate, because Cindy looked me right in the eye through the crack in the door once she pulled the sausage out, then said something like, "Sorry, Daddy. I didn't mean to disturb you," before getting up and replacing the secretion-streaked sausage in the meat compartment; brushing naked by me as she did so. My own "sausage" felt almost as long and hard as the polish she put back in the reefer.

That's why, that night as I snuggled up to Cindy; wrapping arms around both her *and* the wife, I couldn't help but get a hard-on; remembering the incredibly horny scene earlier that day in the girl's own bed ... where she *should* have been sleeping. So, is it any wonder I poked it between my daughter's legs?

Nobody said anything; and it's a wonder I didn't spew about a gallon of seed all over Cindy, the sheets, my wife, myself, and make a mess out of everything. I *did* have to jack-off the next morning; the first time I'd had to do so in months. Normally Sandy takes care of my sexual needs far too often for me to even feel the urge, let alone the need like then. That week though, everything seemed to get in the way of our "normal" sexual routine.

The next night, for some reason, Cindy didn't sleep with us like had become her habit. That she did the next night didn't matter; as I was already asleep when our daughter climbed in bed ... On Sandy's side of the bed that time. So it wasn't until three nights *after* the sausage incident that it just happened that I'd gone without sex for three days, both Cindy and Sandy were sleeping soundly with the younger girl between us, and I happened to be awake after they both were snoring peacefully. Well, OK ... not really "snoring", but breathing that soft whistle that my wife has when her nose is kinked by the pillow and the barely audible sound our little girl makes when snuggled down with mouth open. Neither one does a decent job of pretending to sleep.

So, I snuggled down next to my sexy young daughter. It wasn't until I had one hand around the girl's body, cupping a soft young swelling titty and a smooth firm little butt snuggled back into my privates that I suddenly was reminded of just *how* sexy our daughter was getting to be. Before that, it had all been rather innocent; just a little girl snuggling in bed with her parents. Suddenly however, the image of that fat sausage being worked in and out of the fuzzy little slit of our daughter gave me a hard-on that couldn't quit.

For a second I froze; swollen prick pressed up against the firm young buttocks pressing into my groin. I didn't really want to *rape* my little girl, did I?

Then I remembered Cindy's big grin as she replaced the sausage in the refrigerator. It was almost as if she had been *inviting* me to do the same thing. Who knows? Maybe she had been.

However, it was *remembering* how well that sausage fit inside the girl and how much Cindy seemed to enjoy it, that somehow managed to convince me to do what I did ... Well, that and that my unused prick and prostate being loaded with unreleased semen for almost three days was doing most of my thinking for me. I really don't think I would have done what I did if not for being horny almost out of my gourd from lack-of-sex for three days, when usually I rarely had to go over eight hours without getting relief of some kind from my still beautiful, equally horny, and sometimes kinky wife.

Yes, I fucked my little girl ... Well, somewhat, that is ... At first anyway.

I slid down in bed, angled my swollen and already leaking prick UP between the ass-cheeks of our little girl, then down a bit until the head was poking into the tight little hole marking the entrance to our daughter's fertility. Then ....

... Then I blew it. With just the tip of my penis barely spreading the slippery hole between our daughter's legs, I came ... I erupted ... I blew ... I spewed ... I jetted ... I must have ejaculated what felt like *pints* of sticky white baby-goo into the tight little recesses of our little girl's virginity ... If you can call a girl who's had a prick-sized sausage buried as deep as it could go in her tight little twat a "virgin" any more. Still, almost every sticky drop of male goo went right up my daughter's tight little tube until I'd completely emptied my prostate in our daughter's loins. It wasn't even until after I'd blown my wad in the girl that I even thought about birth-control ... Not that it would have done any good anyway; as there wasn't a condom to be had in the house. The wife would have wondered anyway what I had them around for; so getting any was out as well.

On the other hand, thinking back, I hadn't seen any tampons or pads in the trash in the last few months ... Not that that meant a lot; as I usually never even noticed when Sandy was "on the rag" as they call it. Still, I think I would have noticed Cindy reaching puberty; and many girls didn't start until at least fourteen. With Cindy only thirteen, that could give me almost a year before my wife and I would have to put the girl on the pill. Whatever. In any case I'd keep a more observant eye out for the girl's first menstruation. If necessary, I *would* buy and hide some condoms. Once having gotten my rocks off in the girl, even if only dumping my load in the tight little hole *leading* to her vagina, there's no way I could stop. Precautions could be taken once the girl did reach puberty.

With that resolution, I slipped back to sleep; not even bothering to stopper-up my daughter's leaking young cunny-hole; as most of my cum seemed to be held inside her instead of leaking or even gushing out in a flood like you might expect. There'd probably be a wet spot on the bed in the morning ... but that was quite usual.

In the morning, my wilted prick now bringing sanity back, I could barely look at either my wife or daughter; especially knowing that several teaspoons of my virile semen was still inside the girl. Thankfully Cindy didn't even seem to notice; and we were all soon taking showers in-turn before breakfast.

Since my wife never noticed the slippery slime drooling out of our daughter's slit and Cindy soon washed away all the "evidence" of our incestuous encounter the night before, by the time we'd finished breakfast I figured I was out of the woods. The previous night had been wonderful, fantastic, and the sensation of dumping my sperm in my own daughter's tight little twat, even though I didn't really get properly inside the girl, was something I'd treasure in my memory all my life ... Yet I promised myself I'd never repeat. It was too damned tempting; and I knew that if I gave in even once to the temptation, I'd never be able to quit. After that, it wouldn't be long before Cindy or my wife woke up while I had my prick inside the girl; pumping her womb full of incestuous baby-goo, and then woke up the other one and my life would be over. Even though the chances of Cindy getting pregnant at only thirteen were slim, that wouldn't make it any less of a crime and scandal if/when I got caught porking the girl. In fact, some people think that having sex with a "child" who hasn't reached puberty yet is much *worse* than having intercourse with an adolescent girl in the full flower of her fertility ... and especially-so, if the man dumping his wad in the girl's baby-hole happens to be the child's own father. I was screwed either way. Far better to not even think of giving into the temptation to repeat what I had almost accidentally done the night before. ONE time might be an accident or even just excused. Any more would be deliberate; and I'd have no excuse. I'd just have to live the rest of my life on the wonderful memory of dumping my wad and emptying my prostate in my own little girl's tight little girl-tube that one time. Not that I wasn't *tempted* to go even further; actually *fucking* Cindy until my prick almost came out the child's mouth and I was spraying my seed almost directly into the soft young knob of my own daughter's cervix, uterus, and entrance to the girl's tiny young womb and developing fertility.

Only ... I knew darned well that if I did so, I wouldn't be able to stop, even if and when Cindy did start ovulating sometime in the next year or so. I wouldn't be able to. Better never to start ....

Or so I tried to convince myself; and think I actually did for over a day.

Worrying about this was the real reason Sandy wasn't able to get me off that day ... that and having already emptied my prostate in our little girl the night before. Hell, I guess I'm lucky my wife didn't get suspicious at me not being able to do much even after three days without sex. I just pretended to agree with her when she suggested I might have jacked-off and "wasted" my cum when I got too horny by waiting. Thinking about "wasting" my cum by dumping it in our little girl's "waist", got me so embarrassed I must have been red as a beet. Thankfully Sandy seemed to think it was embarrassment about my getting caught jacking-off rather than dumping my wad in our daughter's body like I had the night before.

That night I actually managed to keep my prick under control.

However, things started getting out of hand the moment I got home from work the following day. To start with, we had sausage and sauerkraut for dinner that night ... Yes, the same sausage I'd seen stuffed so erotically up my teenaged daughter's tight little cunny-hole. It was bad enough *eating* the thing myself, after having seen it buried deep in Cindy's tight little baby-hole; but that wasn't the worst by far. Nor was the imagined "flavor" of horny girl which I think in actuality was pretty bleached-out by cooking and the Kraut. Each time either my wife or daughter put a big hunk in their mouths, I almost creamed my jeans; imagining it was *my* prick being sucked by either one of them. Did I mention my wife Sandy gives one *hell* of a good blow-job when she feels like it? Not often, but every few weeks, or in her hornier times sometimes every day or so, and a few times it was multiple times in one day. Mostly though, she (and I) prefer "real sex" with my prick buried in her still-tight little twat and her milking me for baby-goo like sex was intended to be. I dunno ... Maybe we're just squares. But it *feels good* to have your prick being massaged by a tight vagina ... even better than a mouth, hand, or even ass.

Sandy seemed to notice me looking at our daughter when Cindy put one particularly long hunk in her mouth ... and then caught on to what was grabbing my attention. The next thing I know Sandy was miming giving a blow-job to a 9-inch hunk of sausage that was almost unmistakable. I almost split my BVDs. Here I hadn't had ejaculating sex in over two days, and I was about to go crazy with two beautiful women teasing me sexually. Maybe it wasn't all that deliberate on Cindy's part; but I think it was more that she didn't get the sexual innuendo like her mother did; not that she didn't enjoy teasing her old man with her sexuality.

Both women were dressed up in outfits about designed to drive a man nuts; Sandy because she was going out and would be out with "The Girls" until close to bedtime; and Cindy because ... Well, because she was a normal teenager who *liked* to flaunt her sexuality ... even at "old men" like her father. She might not intend to *do* anything sexually; but it makes a woman, even a teenager feel good to be looked at with desire by horny men. It's just nature, I guess. "If you've got it, flaunt it," I guess the old saying goes. The filmy dress my wife was wearing was almost see-through. If I hadn't *known* the "girls" she was going out with that night, I might have suspected she was cheating on me with some man, wearing that outfit. However I knew it was just sexy to make the other women in her club jealous ... and that she would, I also knew. Not that most of them were dogs either. Still, "The Guys" and I often played poker while "The Girls" did their thing in the other room. No way would any of us break up our neighborhood friendship with an affair ... Unless, that is, we *all* got into the "swing of things" as they say; which, thinking about it, might-could actually happen if one of us ever got the guts up to suggest it to the rest. So far, nobody ever has; but I'll admit thinking about it. Cindy was wearing more of a Summer Sun Suit that was almost just bra-and-panties; even though it was only March and weather appropriate to that being months away. Still, I didn't complain about the skin Cindy showed, any more than I mentioned the beautiful body almost nakedly visible through the thin dress my wife had on. Oh, I *did* tell her she was beautiful and to, "Knock them dead," but that was all.

But that's how I ended up vegging on the sofa most of the night with my sexy young daughter on her belly in front of me, displaying more skin in her outfit than many girls show on the beach. Could I help it if my prick was almost killing me? I'm not sure, but it seemed to me that every commercial that night had sexy young girls doing things on the beach, almost naked women "cleaning" house, or lingerie commercials, "sleep aids" with equally almost naked women getting into bed, and so-forth. Somehow for almost half an hour we watched portions of a swimsuit competition; and when that was over they had a documentary about how the attraction of such things had some mothers "prepping" their little girls by wearing adult makeup, swimwear, and even sexier outfits from the time they got out of diapers; showing girls as young as five or six all the way up to and slightly past Cindy's age "strutting their stuff" on stage; and doing bumps-and-grinds that would make a professional ecdysiast envious. I'm not kidding!

However, when Cindy switched the channel to a talk-show about father/daughter incest! The moment I heard the first girl, almost two years *younger* than Cindy, telling how she *liked* having her father's baby ... Well, I'll admit I'm a prude. Hell, I might even have watched the show myself if alone or with Sandy. However, letting my little girl see such stuff? No way!

So, I made Cindy switch channels again.

My daughter gave me a moue; and started to object, "Oh Daddy ...," but then saw my face and hit the remote with no more arguments. Still, I couldn't get the thought of that... that *child* of only 11 *wanting* her father's baby. I wished like hell I could have watched the whole show without having to worry about Cindy getting the wrong idea ... Specifically the idea that I might like to do the same thing to her. Hell, it was bad enough what I'd done already.

Actually, if it hadn't been for *that*, I might have let the girl watch anyway. I think it was more guilt at the incest I'd already done with the girl, even or especially if she wasn't aware of it, that made me worried about what my daughter might think if she saw the show. Hell, maybe watching would cause Cindy to remember what happened during the night and question me about it. I shivered at the very thought ... and then felt my prick grow to what felt like a full foot long in response. Pricks have no conscience.

The problem after that was that Sandy wouldn't be home until bedtime for all of us; giving me/us no time to solve the boner I had that was almost killing me. In fact, she had to be off to work about an hour early the next day; and it would be ME getting Sandy off to school; so there'd be no relief in the morning either; and probably not a chance until the following night ... if then. Sometimes schedules are a bitch.

Cindy was already asleep when I joined her in bed that night; snuggled down in "her place" that she'd somehow managed to make in her parents' bed. I had barely gotten snuggled in behind her, stark naked just like the girl was, when I heard the loud "Ka-Lak!" of the back door being unlocked. Ten minutes later Sandy joined us after a minimal toilet; and snuggled down to sleep. Not a chance of sexual relief for me that night, I figured. I actually dozed off myself for about half an hour before bladder pressure forced me back out of bed. I'd forgotten to pee first; my hard prick making it difficult to do so anyway.

Still, I managed to half-fill the bowl with about a gallon of pee after going without for several hours. Then I returned to bed, snuggled up to Cindy, and *tried* to go back to sleep.

Have you ever snuggled up to a sexy young woman while you had a hard-on and tried to sleep? It's almost impossible. I tried to ignore my prick. Then I tried *not* ignoring my prick and jacking-off. That didn't work either. With two beautiful and sexy women next to me, my swollen dick wasn't going to take anything less than real *female* vagina wrapped around it ... or so it seemed.

I tried snuggling up to Cindy and ignoring my prick. I tried turning over with my back to the girls and going to sleep. I even got up and *tried* sleeping on the couch. None of those things worked. I eventually decided to do the "comfortable" thing and just snuggle up. Eventually I figured my prick would get tired and go down enough to let me sleep. Eventually.

Only somehow this time when I snuggled up, my swollen dong actually found its way into the gap between my daughter's legs; the little triangle formed by her leg muscles and vagina above that some women have. It wasn't very big; especially when lying on her side sleeping like that; but my penis seemed to have a homing-device on the head for pussy and was leaking pre-cum; so it slid right into the gap between her legs like a greased pole or lubricated dildo.

No, not into Cindy's vagina; just between her legs and vagina; but that was quite enough. I couldn't pull away if my life depended on it. Somehow I had one big horny hand wrapped around my little girl's swelling young titty, my cum-leaking prick between her legs, and her tight little butt snuggled firmly into my tummy. OK, I *thought* I could get along with just that. I should have known better.

After about ten minutes I "accidentally" shifted a little; pulling my prick out about two inches. Of course, I immediately pushed back in, so Cindy's slippery little twat slid along the top of my dong when I did so. Oh GOD, did that feel good. Somehow I found myself semi-fucking Cindy while she slept; sliding in and out between her legs without actually putting my prick inside her.

Only, just as I was about to erupt I remembered the previous time, and how Cindy had actually taken my cum up inside her vagina ... and decided, "Why *not* cum inside her again?" There really didn't seem to be any reason not-to. After all, since I *had* already done it once; would one more shot of sticky cum up Cindy's tight little vagina really matter all that much? Just once more of feeling my daughter's tight little hole around the tip of my prick, and I could let go inside her without actually *fucking* the kid. That wouldn't *really* be incest ... would it?

It's amazing how a person can rationalize things; especially when your prick is hard and an available female is lying open and conveniently next to you. Yeah, I talked myself into sperming my little girl's hole without actually entering her, just like I had two nights before.

So ... This time I pulled back, *deliberately* angled my prick up at her inviting young slit; aimed the slippery dome of my engorged dong into the soft pink center of the tiny little hole that had been rubbing the top for likely half an hour already, and prepared to send about a pint of thick white baby-goo squirting into my daughter's body from the outside, without actually penetrating her.

Only ... Just as I *was* about to cum, Cindy shifted in her sleep and pulled away for a second; removing the connection between my body and hers. I, of course, almost automatically moved *my* body to follow my daughter's; trying to seal the head of my prick back against her vagina before I started spouting thick pearly-white gobs of sticky goo all over the bed instead of inside her like I'd planned on doing; as I'd forgotten to have a tissue handy to catch my spend in.

Only, just as I started to push forward, I swear I heard Cindy sigh in her sleep, "Oh Daddy!" before pushing *back* at me just as my prick lined up with her twat. Oh God. My prick had been leaking pre-cum all over my daughter's tight little slit for close to half an hour; and I'm quite sure the stimulation, even in her sleep, had caused the girl to lubricate as well. Like a greased dildo, my thick penis slid into my daughter clear to the hilt, with no hymens or other barriers getting in the way; the hot-dogs and sausage likely finishing the job, if she hadn't otherwise lost it long before, like many girls do.

The next thing I knew I was lying there, my traitor penis buried to the hilt in my little girl's body; her tight little cunny-hole milking and squeezing on the base like some incredible sex-machine just made to get men to ejaculate ... and considering evolution, I guess in a way that's exactly what it was. It was all I could do to keep from letting my little girl have every drop of incestuous seed I'd been building up in my prostate for over two days.

Still ... FIRST the murmured, "Oh Daddy," still bothered me. WAS Cindy awake and *feeling* her father's prick inside her; or was that just something involuntary while the kid was sleeping? Straining incredibly to keep from dumping my wad and scaring the girl if she was awake; or possibly even awakening her if she wasn't yet, I listened and FELT Cindy's body next to mine until I was certain her soft breathing was that of true sleep and not some fakery that kids often do in trying to fool their parents.

By the time I was sure, the incredible sensation of having Cindy's tight little girl-tube massaging my prick had subsided enough that I wasn't about to blow immediately now that I was actually inside her. No, I didn't even *think* about pulling out. I'd already previously decided to spend inside the girl; actually having my prick buried in her belly while I did so, didn't make the slightest difference in the argument about whether or not ejaculating inside my own daughter was a good idea or not. Besides, I plain just wanted to *enjoy* the first time I mated with my own daughter. I might never again enjoy a pussy this fine; especially not my own daughter's tight little baby-tube wrapped around my cum-leaking penis like this. So I proceeded to slide in and out; *planning* to have a nice long fuck before spending my seed in the girl and filling her belly with incestuous baby-goo ... for what would likely be the first, last, and *only* time I ever had full vaginal cum-squirting sexual intercourse with Cindy; as it would be *way* too dangerous to ever repeat the process of fucking the girl, or even more-so of cumming inside her.

Only ... The third time I slid back inside her, my traitor prick started tingling and it was all I could do to manage to finish up buried to the hilt in my daughter's tight young body when I started spurting, spewing, jetting, and dumping wad after thick gooey wad of pearly-white semen deep in my little girl's developing fertility. Oh GOD, did that feel good! Shot after shot, and squirt after thick white squirt shot out of the tip of my prick and into the soft pink tunnel of my daughter's tight young vagina until my dong was practically floating in the sticky seed I'd spent inside her body. It was only when I was finished and my prick was wilting that I started to feel the guilt at taking my own daughter's virginity ... what little there was left of it, even if you discounted the sausage and hot-dogs as not important.

For ten minutes or maybe even longer I lay there; cuddled up to my little girl; my prick wilting but still buried inside the girl; stoppering up her hole from making an incredible mess of the bed; as it felt like I'd left nearly a pint of incestuous seed and sperm-filled baby-goo deep in the developing fertility my own barely teenaged daughter's sexy young vagina like a man should with a nubile and pubescent girl ... only not usually his own daughter, like I just had.

Surprisingly though, once my prick shrank completely and popped out; squeezed out of Cindy's tight little hole by her vaginal muscles, hardly a drop of thick white cum followed. The girl's twat was *so* tight that almost all the thick white goo I'd deposited inside her was *held* inside by the muscles at the entrance to her vagina. Hard to believe, I know; but that's what happened. Still, most of it must have leaked out in the night anyway, as there was quite a wet-spot on the bed in the morning ... But not all that surprising if I'd had a wet-dream during the night after being denied sexual relief for over two days.

My wife Sandy was actually apologetic when she saw the spot on the bed; offering to get me off before heading out, in spite of being late. I, of course, told her it didn't matter, as I'd already gotten some relief ... Implying either a wet-dream or jacking off. This seemed to make Sandy feel even more guilty; but she accepted it. Hell, it should have been *me* feeling guilty at dumping my load in our daughter ... Instead I felt like some incredible stud for doing so. Looking back, incredibly *dumb* too. Oh well.

Again, Cindy never seemed to notice she'd been fucked during the night; just getting up, taking her shower, eating her breakfast, and heading off to school, bright and cheerful like any other day ... and once she'd finished washing up and showering, smelling just like any normal pretty girl, not some obscene cum-dump where a man like her own horny goat of a father had spermed the kid's womb the night before.

Was I lucky, or what?

Well, as you can imagine, but somehow I really honestly didn't expect myself, I did it again in her the next night. This time I just waited until both my wife and daughter were sleeping peacefully, slid down, angled my already-dripping prick up into my daughter's tight little slit, and then slid all the way inside her with one big push. Cindy sighed a bit in her sleep but didn't wake up. This second time I managed to actively *fuck* my daughter for close to half an hour. I'd taken a tissue to bed with me, *planning* on dumping my wad in the tissue instead of taking the extra chance of sperming the girl's womb with my seed ... But once again my prick took over my logic, decided, "Since she already got my cum inside her the night before and I've already been leaking precum probably loaded with sperm in her anyway for over half an hour, what will a little shot of the real thing matter all that much, or make much of a difference anyway?" I know ... I know ... Rationalizing. It just felt so darned *good* to let that thick load of baby-juice go right up inside the girl where it belonged ... And I did it, damn me.

After that, for the next week or two, every night that Cindy picked to sleep with us (No, she actually slept in her own bedroom about every third or fourth night.) I'd not just slide my prick up in the girl; but after fucking her for a deliciously long time I'd always make sure the head of my prick was as far up inside Cindy as I could push it, and as close to the girl's cervix as it could go when I erupted inside her. Just knowing my prick was *that* close to her developing young womb when I ejaculated inside Cindy was incredibly thrilling. No, I didn't really want to knock the kid up; but just thinking about the possibility was mind-blowing. I kept thinking about that little girl I'd had Cindy cut off the channel on, right when the kid was telling how she *wanted* her own father's baby.

I was fairly sure Cindy didn't want that, even if she learned to enjoy sex; and I was *quite* certain my wife Sandy would blow a gasket if she found I was even porking the girl, let alone dumping my wad in her unprotected womb and getting our daughter pregnant. Still, as long as Cindy wasn't having periods yet, it was fairly safe. Not *completely* safe mind; as having a period just meant a girl didn't get pregnant the month *before*, not that she couldn't have done so without having a period first. Still, very few girls get knocked-up without having at least *one* period. I'd just have to keep an eye out for Cindy's first one; and have Sandy take the girl down to the doctor whenever that was. By having sex with the girl almost every night, it would be rather hard for me to miss her first period whenever it did come along; which (scary thought) might be quite soon.

It was a little over two weeks later that things changed ... again.

Once again Sandy was in a hurry getting out of the house ... and again apologetic for *not* "taking care of me" sexually the night before; little knowing I'd spent close to half the night with my prick buried in our daughter's tight little hole; actually cumming in the girl and sperming the kid's womb, not once, not twice, but *three* times before pulling out; leaving what felt like half a gallon of sticky goo in the girl's body before I fell asleep and my wilting prick finally slipped out of her. All that extra sperm-laden cum I'd dumped in our daughter's sexy young body the night before must have precipitated what followed.

"Bye, Dear," yelled Sandy; hurrying for the door while struggling into her coat. "Oh ... By the way ... Cindy has a question to ask you!" she yelled back just before going out. "Take care of it, will you? I'm in too much of a hurry right now! Bye!"

What the ...? I looked over at Cindy who was blushing; almost dipping her face in the cereal to hide her face. "What's the problem, Punkin?" I asked; using one of my favorite names for her. (OK ... Think about it: Cindy ... Cinderella ... Pumpkin-Coach. Then add the double-entendre of "Pump-Kin" or fucking a relative that had recently added yet more "spice" to the name and maybe you'll get part of the idea. There was more that would take too long to explain ... Family, Inside-Jokes.)

"Oh Daddy," she sighed. "It's just that ... Oh damn! I really wanted to ask Mom; but I guess you can explain just as well; maybe even better, I guess. You *do* seem to know a lot about such things."

Cindy looked at me, I raised my eyebrows, woggled them causing her to giggle, then asked, "This is about sex, I presume?"

Cindy looked at me, blushed, then nodded. "Well, actually ...," she started, "It's about when I sleep with you and Mom." This time Cindy looked at me expectantly.

Oh God ... I figured I was busted. Cindy must *know* I've been slipping the meat to her during the night. Thinking about it: How could she *not* know what was going on? I grimaced at her; letting the girl know to continue. Might as well know the worst, I figured. Heck, Cindy didn't seem to be *angry* or anything ... Maybe I could figure out a way to fuck the girl with her awake and *knowing* we were having sex together. Another mistake to even start thinking that way; but I was already horny again, my wife was gone... and Cindy was available. Dumb I know; but once your prick starts doing your thinking *for* you, that's the sort of result you get.

Cindy blushed again, then continued, "Well ... It's just that ... That whenever I sleep with *you* guys, I always wake up all wet and sticky inside ... uh ... like I'd been ... uh ... you know ... masturbating or something. This morning I practically sloshed I was so wet!" Cindy looked at me hopefully; expecting me to explain; probably something like, "It's normal for a girl to get sexually excited when sleeping next to a man," or something like that. Funny though: At the time, I didn't even *think* of such an excuse. All I could think of was, "Caught!" and that if she told this to her mother just like she had me, all hell was going to break loose ... Unless, that is, I could get her on my side, knowing exactly *what* was going on first.

"Um ...," I said, "I *think* I might have an idea what the problem might be ... but we'll have to experiment and see, OK?"

"OK, Daddy." So trusting.

"So ... Why don't you just get undressed and into bed," I instructed. "I'll be right there and we'll see if we can duplicate the problem." Yeah, right.

I still can't believe it; but it worked!

Cindy was already snuggled up, naked, in bed, when I got there; undressing this time in full daylight so she saw my naked and fully erect prick before I got in behind her. She didn't say a word; although her eyes got rather large when I got in bed sporting that erection.

"Now let's snuggle up like I usually do at night," I pretended to try working out what the 'problem' was, "and see what happens," I added; snuggling down so my leaking prick was sliding against her bum and almost poking into that soft little triangle that had gotten me into trouble before. Almost.

"Now feel my prick poking you in the butt," I prompted; sweating a bit. "You'll notice it's a bit slippery. Is that what you were talking about?"

Cindy giggled. "No, Daddy. When I wake up I'm all runny *between* my legs, not on my butt, Silly!"

"You mean like this?" I asked; sliding down so my now dribbling prick *was* between her legs; leaking pre-cum all over her pouting slit that I could now see in the light from *behind* the girl. Never noticed you could see the girl's cunny from behind before. Strange that. I thought vaginas were only visible from the front ... but then I'd never seen a girl like Cindy completely naked close-up before.

"Mmmm, yeah, I guess," agreed Cindy; actually pushing back at me as my rampant dong slid in and out between her legs. "... Only much more-so, and really up *inside* me," she corrected.

"Well," I said; deciding to 'go for it', "If that's not it, I have an idea what might be happening while you're asleep ... Want to try it?" I held my breath.

Cindy shrugged, as much as she could while lying down, as if to say, "Why not?" "OK, I guess," she agreed.

That was all the "consent" I needed. "Here: Push back at me," I directed; while aiming my now heavily-leaking dong up at her tight little baby hole.

I pushed, Cindy pushed, and my penis slid into her tight little slit in a rush.

"Sometimes," I almost groaned at the feeling of my prick being massaged by my daughter's tight young vagina while she was *awake* and not objecting in the slightest to having her father's penis inside her body, "a man's penis squirts a thick liquid while inside a girl like this ... if she makes him feel good. I guess it could happen by accident if my prick got inside you during the night."

"Oh ... hoh ... hoh," panted Cindy; pushing back at me as I pushed into her; then pulling back as I pulled away; the girl never even asking or wondering exactly how her father's prick could even "accidentally" get inside her vagina during the night; seeming to just accept the idea that sleeping in the same bed with her father's leaking prick poking her in the back could lead to him penetrating her sexually as quite "normal". In about ten seconds after I first entered her we were having full sexual intercourse with my daughter fucking back at me as I fucked into her. "Ho ... how ... Uh ... How do I make it feel good for you?" she gasped.

"Don't worry," I reassured her. "You're doing just *fine*. Daddy's about to shoot that stuff in you ... uh ... right about ... huh ... now," I groaned; as the first thick squirt shot out of my prick and into my daughter's fertility. "Here it ... uh ... comes," I emphasized as my prick bulged and sent yet another thick gob of baby-goo squirting wildly into Cindy's body. "Oh God, that feels good," I added.

"Fee ... feels good ... OH ... to me too, uh, Daddy," she responded; pushing back with each surge and squirt I gave inside her. No wonder Cindy never woke up when I came inside her, if it felt this good; the girl was probably just incorporating the pleasure into her dreams. Pain now, would wake anybody up; but pleasure is different. I can rub my wife Sandy's back and she just goes deeper into sleep from the pleasure of it.

"So," I gasped after pulling out and looking at the curdled goo seeping out of my daughter's well-used young cunny, "Is *that* the stuff you were talking about?" I asked.

"Uhuh," she agreed; looking down at where my seed was seeping out of her tight little twat; likely going to take several hours to escape as the muscles of her young vagina kept most of the semen I'd ejaculated in her inside.

"So I guess that explains why you leak in the morning," I finished up.

"Yeah." Not denying, not condemning, just observing. Then: "Daddy?"

"Yes, Hon?"

"Did we just have sex?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "I guess we did."

"Oh ... I thought so." Again, not upset at the idea of having sexual intercourse with her own dad. I might get out of this mess yet!

"Uh ... Daddy?" she asked again; looking down at the leaking slime oozing slowly from her messy slit. "Is that really the stuff that makes babies?"

For a second my hair stood on end as I contemplated the millions of tiny sperm squirming up in my daughter's soft young tummy ... Then sanity restored itself. "Uh, yeah," I agreed. "When you get older," I added.

"But I thought ...." Cindy stopped then looked at me with a funny expression on her face.

"As soon as it looks like you're old enough to worry about such things, I'll have your mother take you down and put you on the Pill, so you don't get pregnant by accident," I explained; actually sweating at the thought that sometimes a girl didn't have to have her first period before she was fertile. That it didn't happen very often didn't mean it wouldn't. Still, as long as Cindy wasn't menstruating, we were *fairly* safe. Safe like a loaded pistol; but that's a relative thing too. That's why we have gun-safety lessons for people who own them and Sex Education Class in schools. I *think* Cindy had Sex-Ed by now. She didn't seem exactly ignorant about sex; though her views on the subject did seem rather ... odd.

Cindy thought about what I said, and again gave me that funny look. "You mean you don't *want* to get me pregnant?" she asked; looking puzzled, as if it was not only the most normal thing in the world for a man to have sex with his own daughter, but like he would be expected to want to knob the kid if he did.

"It's not exactly a good idea," I told her. "Why? Do *you* want me to?"

"Well no ... It's just that I thought ... Well, never mind."

"Why?" I asked. "Are you bleeding between the legs yet? Your mother *did* explain to you about such things, didn't she?"

"Well, yes ... I mean no, not right now," Cindy replied; obviously somewhat confused by the two contradictory questions.

"So let me know when you do, OK?"

"OK, Daddy ... If you say so."

So *that* was settled. When Cindy *did* start bleeding I knew she would remember to tell me so we could start taking precautions ... probably condoms until I convinced the wife to put Cindy on the Pill ... Which might be a bit difficult without letting her know the girl was sexually active already. Thinking of the ball of worms THAT would open gave me the shivers. Best take precautions about that, as well. "Uh, Cindy?" I asked.

"Yes, Daddy?"

"Maybe we'd better not tell your mother that the two of us having sex together is what caused your ... uh ... 'problem'," I told her. "Most mothers don't really like the idea of their husbands having sex with anybody but them ... not even sex with their own daughters, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know. Some people get SO jealous," she agreed.

I was home free!

"Daddy?" she asked.

"What?"

"Does that mean we can't have sex any more? ... I was kind of liking it there at the end." she added wistfully.

Damn, talk about falling in a cess-pool and coming up smelling of roses! "Are you sure you want to?" I asked.

"Please, Daddy? It felt *real* good; much better than I thought it would. All the stories say the first time hurts or something, but this just felt good! I guess it's just having sex with you instead of some boy," she decided.

Well, who was I to correct the girl and tell her about hymens, lost virginities, and what happens to girls who use hot-dogs and sausages. If she wanted to believe it was her own father making love to her that made it feel so good, then why should I disabuse the girl of such a notion? Especially if it led to our having still more monkey-sex. OK, so I'm a pervert. So sue me.

That night, Cindy now understanding that she had to wait for her mother to fall asleep before we could do anything, patiently snuggled back at me; not even squirming until Sandy was whistling softly through her nose the way she does. It was much harder for *me* to hold off slipping my prick between Cindy's legs this time, knowing she actually seemed to *like* having sex with me, but I did.

"I think Mom's asleep now," whispered Cindy, finally. Then my daughter backed up to me, fit my swollen member inside her squeezing little slit; and we gloriously *fucked* for over half an hour before I sent thick greasy gobs of baby-goo squirting gloriously into my daughter's womb.

This was repeated the next night; and still the one after that, as well.

The third morning following found Sandy once again off early to work, and me (again) alone in the house with Cindy. Having finished breakfast this time, I went looking for my daughter, finding the girl brushing her waist-length hair; still sitting naked on her bed before getting dressed.

"Spread your legs," I semi-asked, somewhat commanded.

Without even asking why, Cindy did so; welcoming me into her body while still keeping up her strokes with the hairbrush. "Oh Daddy," she whimpered; pushing back at me as much as she could while sitting on the bed and doing her hair at the same time. "It feels so *good*," she affirmed.

God, did it ever! I gently removed the hairbrush from her hand, pushed Cindy over on her back, and slid into her "missionary style" as we fucked face-to-face for the first time. This time I got to KISS the girl while fucking her; and Cindy's arms came up around my body, to be soon followed by both legs, as the meaning of "monkey sex" became apparent; the girl clasping her father like a baby monkey grasps hold of its mother to keep from falling off.

It didn't take long; barely ten seconds of hot nasty sex before I was jetting thick wads and hot gooey globs of incestuous semen deep in my daughter's hot young belly. Shortly afterwards Cindy was finishing up her hair, stoppering up her leaking twat with a plug of tissue, and getting dressed ready for school.

"Thanks, Daddy," she smiled at me.

Damn, my kid was *thanking* me for dumping my wad in her belly. Un-fucking-believable.

After that we'd often add daytime-sex in various positions to the nightly "spoon fashion" sex we had almost every night. I had to point out to Cindy that she'd have to go back to her room every few nights like she had been previously, or her mother might get suspicious at the change. I did my best to make it up to her (and myself of course) whenever I could during the day.

This scenario went on for a week or so; with my daughter and I waiting impatiently each night for Sandy to fall asleep so we could fuck. Sometimes we even fell asleep before she did; leaving us both sexually frustrated. It was those nights that usually led to me porking the hell out of Sandy before she went to work; but sometimes me taking out my lust on our little girl when my wife wasn't available that morning.

Like I said, it was likely a little over a week after Cindy started having sex with *me*, not just me getting off in my little girl's body at night, when this waiting for Sandy to sleep came to a head. One night we had both been waiting for over an hour it seemed for my wife to drop off; but she never did; twisting and squirming until all three of us were about to scream with impatience.

It was my wife who gave in first though: "Oh HERE," she decided in disgust. "Cindy, lift your leg."

"Huh?" from Cindy; but she still obeyed.

"Now YOU, you pedophile ... Here!" With this, Sandy reached between our daughter's legs, grabbed my swollen prick, and angled it up into our daughter. "Now *push*," she commanded; still holding my penis so the cum-dripping head was aimed directly into our 13-year-old daughter's tight little snatch.

I was too dumbfounded to move; but Cindy did; obeying her mother and pushing back at me 'til the head and then 3/4 of my prick slid into her body.

"Now hurry up and fuck, so *I* can get to sleep," she commanded. "If you guys keep waiting for me to drop off, *nobody* is going to get any sleep tonight ... or sex either, for that matter."

Well, who could argue with that?

So, Cindy and I coupled like minks; still taking a good fifteen minutes though before I sent thick heavy squirts of baby-milk into my daughter's belly; as we'd grown more used to each other and I wasn't *quite* so ready to spill my seed in the girl the moment I first slid my prick in her tummy. But it still was wonderful sex; likely the best I've ever had, and the best I'll ever get ... Yes, even including my wife Sandy, who is no slouch when it comes to wonderfully nasty and erotic sex. All the while Sandy watched with a strange expression on her face that I find almost impossible to describe. All I know for sure was that it wasn't anger or jealousy; but something more like surprise, interest, and even some lust combined.

I first felt the tickling in the tip of my penis signaling the imminent arrival of my semen; then groaned as I felt the thin *squirt* of my ejaculation starting. "Oh God," I groaned. "I'd better pull out." I knew I couldn't dump my wad in Cindy's belly while my wife was watching me inseminate the girl!

Only ... "You didn't pull out *before*, did you?" she asked, pointedly; staring me right in the face while a second thicker squirt rippled through my penis and into our daughter's body.

"Please, Daddy?" whimpered Cindy; pushing back at me when I tried to pull away.

What could I do? Pushing in deep, I held Cindy by the hips while my swollen penis bucked and jerked and dumped wad after gooey wad of incestuous sperm-filled cum in our daughter's body; while my wife Sandy watched each jerk the two of us made, with some strange inscrutable expression on her face that I couldn't interpret. For some reason my wife seemed to *want* me to inseminate our daughter. Well, no. It was more like she seemed to *expect* me to ejaculate my seed in the girl, once we were having sex together; as if it would be unfair to the girl to have her father pull out once I had my prick inside her; cheating the kid out of the best part or something. I didn't ask why; and Sandy never said a word after that; simply watching with that same funny look on her face whenever she caught the two of us going at it. The only thing she ever said was that one night; adding, "Now don't pull out. You'll make another big mess of the bed; and I'm tired of washing sheets every day."

So I didn't. Somehow we *did* manage to remain connected; even though we were both too racked-out to do "it" again during the night. I woke up in the middle of the night, still connected to Cindy; but managed to fumble a wad of tissue in the girl's hole before I stumbled into the bathroom to empty my bladder. I was vaguely aware somewhat later of first Sandy and then Cindy getting up and following my example; so I somehow ended up in a girl-boy-girl sandwich between the two women I love; with Cindy snuggled up to my back, while I cuddled up to my wife; cupping her much larger bosom in one horny hand. I was almost tempted to slip my half-erect prick up in *her*; but fell asleep before I could put the idea into practice.

The next morning, since Sandy already knew about me and our daughter, I rolled Cindy over in bed, climbed on top of her right in front of the wife, and fucked the kid missionary-style until I added a second heavy load of sperm-laden cum to the thick wads of baby-goo I'd deposited in our daughter's sexy young belly the night before. "Mmmm. Thanks, Daddy," she repeated as I jerked the last thick gooey drops of my sperm-laden seed into the girl's body. Even though she doesn't get off yet, Cindy not only likes having sex with me, but for some reason seems to be *grateful* for each sticky drop of incestuous cum I leave in her body; as if it was some kind of precious gift or something.

Sandy watched the two of us mating like rabbits, but never said a word; even when it was obvious from my facial expression and frantic thrusting that I was ejaculating inside the girl; adding still more thick white wads of sperm-laden cum to the pool of incestuous baby-goo I'd already left in our daughter's belly the previous evening. Cindy must have *really* leaked in class that day at school.

Surprisingly, after that I got *less* sex from Cindy, and more from my wife. Still, hardly a day went by that I didn't get sex at least once from both of them; and every once in a while two or three times from one or the other; though rarely indeed from both of them on the same day. Well, SIX times a day can really take it out of a guy. Girls though, can go on forever.

There's something incredibly erotic about having full monkey-sex with a nubile young girl on the breaking edge of puberty; dumping your wad in the belly of a teenager, while her tight little hole milks your swollen and cum-squirting prick for each precious drop of seed you have in your prostate. It's even more exciting if the horny young girl taking your prick in her belly, your cum in her vagina, and your sperm deep in her developing young womb is your own barely teenaged daughter; squirming her sexy young body eagerly against yours, bellies slapping, and mewling, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Please, Daddy?" while her tongue practically rapes yours, and her cramping little baby-tube squeezes and milks thick gooey gobs and sticky white globs of her own father's virile and incestuous cum from deep inside your prostate, through your spurting prick, and on into the fertile depths of her own sexy young body where it belongs; just like sexy young women have coaxed horny old men into sperming their wombs for centuries.

Even though Cindy wasn't yet *quite* old enough to get pregnant, it was still an incredible thrill to know the girl enjoyed taking my seed in her belly and at her age there was always a *slight* chance, however scary, that my sperm might yet find an egg before the girl even had a period to announce her arriving fertility. The scary part that I *might* be knobbing my own kid just adding to the thrill; somewhat like looking over the edge of the Grand Canyon, knowing you *might* slip and fall in adds to the thrill of actually being there. Thrills I guess needing a little danger; that being one reason why ejaculating inside my own daughter was so exciting. The other reason, of course, is the fact that making love to your own little girl, the daughter you've loved since she was in diapers, watched over as she grew from a toddler, took to games as a young girl, and watched develop into an adult woman with an adult's body is an incredible turn-on itself. Feeling your nubile yet barely teenaged daughter's firm young tits poking into your chest, the light fur of her vagina meshing with the thick heavy fur around your prick, the tight ring of her entrance squeezing the base of your penis, and the rippling of her climaxing girl-tube cramping around your prick; milking it for the thick white squirts of virile seed, is something so incredibly loving that nobody who hasn't made love to their own kid could hardly even imagine.

If that's sexy and erotic, then what can I say about the literally mind-blowing experience of ejaculating inside your own little girl; sperming her womb with incestuous seed as your prick swells, jerks, and then squirts and pumps thick sticky wad after hot gooey glob of sperm-laden baby-goo; actually cumming in your own daughter's sucking young vagina and dumping your load in her womb in the same manner you loved your wife to make the girl about a decade and a half earlier? Even knowing you *might* accidentally get your own little girl pregnant from the sticky goo you're pumping in the kid's belly just adds to the thrill of dumping your sperm-laden baby-goo in your own daughter's tight little slit. That thrill making it almost worth the risk of knobbing your own kid. Having your own wife watch while you ejaculate thick gooey cum loaded with incestuous sperm in the little girl you both created together, but not objecting, just adds to the thrill; as does the fact that almost every time Cindy *thanks* me for dumping my wad in her tummy, as if it was something incredibly precious. Can't quite figure that out.

Surprisingly, even though she often watched, Sandy never mentions the fact that I'm now porking our little girl practically every day; having full nasty "monkey sex" with the girl several times a week; and usually even more often than I did with her; even though I'm probably slipping the meat to my wife even more often than I had before I started this crazy affair with our daughter; as if it was normal for a husband to be dumping his wad in their little girl's belly and sperming the child's womb with thick white incestuous baby-goo several times a week and sometimes as often as two or three times a day; and something any normal guy might do to get his wife all excited at the sight of him "doing" their girl like that.

It's funny though: Each time with either woman seemed to feel *better* than the last, for some reason, instead of the less-and-less exciting sex that you'd expect as we became more used-to and possibly even bored with each other like most people do. Even newlyweds *usually* taper off the incredible amounts of sex they have after a few days; while we seemed to get more excited each time until I was dumping my wad in each of the girls at least once a day, and usually even more often. I guess using your imagination helps a lot. I think we fed off each other, far more-so that even normally loving couples make each other horny; with seeing me fucking her mother getting Cindy all excited; watching me pork our little girl being incredibly erotic to Sandy; and knowing I was having sex with mother or daughter while the other watched and not only approved, but even encouraged us both to fuck noisily, messily, nastily, and with lots of male cum in sucking vaginas for each of my women, being about the ultimate turn-on for me.

It was after dinner, as I recall, that Sandy asked the question that once-again changed everything; switching subjects from politics to the sex Cindy and I had been having, as if we'd just been discussing the subject a few minutes earlier.

"You know, you're going to get that girl pregnant if you keep on doing that in her?" my wife remarked, once the meal was over and just before we started putting the dishes in the machine; the first time she'd ever even mentioned me and Cindy having sex at all, outside of that one time of telling us to, "Push," at each other when she found us waiting for her to fall asleep before having sex together.

"Yes, Dear," I sighed. "That's why, as soon as Cindy starts her periods, I'll expect *you* to take her down to the doctor and put on the pill ... So we don't have any unexpected little 'accidents'." I'd been carefully watching to make sure our daughter didn't start; but so far no blood, so I wasn't worried yet.

Sandy looked at me with the *strangest* expression on her face; even weirder than the one my wife had when she first slid my swollen and cum-leaking prick up in our daughter's body that night a few weeks ago, that now felt like years of having wonderful sex with both women. "You mean you really don't *know* that Cindy already had her first period well over a year ago ... about three months after her twelfth birthday? The way you two were going at it, I thought ... Oh Hell!" My wife turned to Cindy while I felt suddenly faint. "Honey?" she asked, "When was your last period?"

"Period?"

"You know ... Bleeding between your legs ... What I told you said you were now a woman and would have to be careful."

"Oh ...." Cindy looked pensive for a bit; then answered, "Gee, I dunno, Mom. A month or two ago, I guess. It might have been longer. I really haven't been keeping track. I didn't think it was important. Why? Was I supposed-to?"