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('This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 16 in real life.')

LOT’S DAUGHTERS (original, underage, Mg, incest, preg?)

Joan Strom paddled for all she was worth as her father did the same at the rear of the canoe.  Through the driving rain and strong winds she could make out the five other canoes that were part of her church’s father-daughter group outing on the Boundary Waters Canoe Area in northern Minnesota. Joan and her friend Karen Peterson were the oldest at 15.  Lynn Wells and Drew Adams were 14. On her right 13 year old Julie Watson and 12 year old Trisha McBride were struggling toward the nearest island with their fathers as they battled the elements for their very survival.  

The closest landfall was an island two football fields in front of them but with only a small place to land one canoe at a time.

“Bill!” Joan heard her father, Rev. Jonas Strom, call to Karen’s dad, “You land first and get those tents up the trail and start set up!”

“All right,” his friend responded and began to pull out in front of the others.

“Tom, Joe, you go next and get that food stored as soon as possible,” he called to Mr. Watson and Mr. McBride and was greeted with, “Okay!” and “Right!”

They fought to hold their positions as the first three canoes unloaded and tied off away from the landing area.

“Ed,” Jonas called to Lynn’s dad, “you go next and then you, Phil.  Joan and I will land last!”

As Joan watched her friends and their dads make their way up the trail she was amazed at how quickly the day had changed.  Just that morning she and Karen and made bacon and eggs on the camp stove while Lynn and Drew had boiled water for coffee and Julie and Trisha had taken turns with making toast with the campfire toaster that held two pieces of bread in its hinged cage.

It was a hot morning and they had all worn their skimpiest bikinis and felt deliciously naughty as their well built fathers went about dismantling the tents in their speedos.  Jonas shared his red hair with that which his daughter wore half way down her back.  He could hardly keep his eyes off her beautifully developing body.  Her now orange sized breasts were barely contained in her year old bikini and a few times he noticed some errant red pubic hairs peeking out on either side of her thong style panties.  He realized he was having hardly appropriate thoughts for a well respected minister.

Little did he know that similar thoughts were rolling around in the heads of his best friends, Bill Peterson and Phil Adams.  Bill was proud of his own 15 year old, Karen whose thick sandy, curly blond hair was pulled back in a pony tail and glistened in the sun with golden highlights bleached by the long exposure to the summer sun.  Her own grapefruit size breasts struggled in the confines of her bikini bra and her bikini bottoms left little to the imagination as her well shaped ass jiggled as she stirred the pancake batter.

Phil surreptitiously stole glances of Drew’s shapely legs and ass as she carried the coffeepot over to the picnic table and clenched her ass with each step as she held it out away from herself.  She had perky breasts the size of tennis balls with nipples that were clearly outlined in the tight thin material of her pink bikini bra while her matching bottom was constantly defining her camel toe where her legs came together.  She wore her brunette hair in pigtails just like Lynn did with her long black hair.

Ed Wells sucked his slight paunch in unconsciously as he watched Lynn gingerly walk with the large pan of boiling water over to the plastic dish washing basin that sat on second picnic table to clean up after breakfast.  Of all the girls’ swimsuits, Lynn’s left the least to the imagination.  It was a shear white material that seemed to turn transparent when it got wet.  At 14 she had nice firm breasts that were almost as big as the 15-year-olds and were topped with nice inch and a half wide brown aerolae and nipples that seemed to be easily stimulated.  She also was blessed with a nice pubic patch.  Ed knew this the same way everyone on the outing knew it, every time she walked out of the water after swimming you could easily see those features right through the material.

Tom Watson watched Julie tie her long blond hair into a ponytail and adjusted the sports bra style bikini over her budding 13 year old breasts and then tweaked her bottoms out of the folds at the bottom of her ass which was filling out nicely.

Trisha McBride was Joe McBride’s pride and joy.  She had started to blossom around age ten and he had watched her over the last year and a half as she filled out with some very feminine curves.  She had lost most of that baby fat and started to develop muscles in its place.  Her brown hair was shoulder length and she flicked her head as she flipped the toaster to inspect the bread’s progress. Her breasts were already as large as Julie’s and Joe had been surprised when he had walked in on his daughter in the shower and could make out a nice growth of pubic hair through the steam on the glass door.  She had wonderful puffies that seemed to become aroused at the slightest influence and while her bikini material remained non-transparent even when wet, it was very sheer and clinging and her nipples were well outlined when aroused.

As they ate there was a cheerful camaraderie among them all but that changed as they cleaned up after breakfast and loaded up the canoes.  The Reverend Jonas had brought along a portable radio that they turned on as they prepared to move on.  The music had suddenly been interrupted when an announcer talked about tensions escalating rapidly over and incident in Pakistan where several nuclear weapons had disappeared.  Homeland security was warning everyone that an attack on American soil seemed imminent.

Jonas turned off the radio and they pushed away from the island and out into the lake.  They were about as deep into the BWCA as one could get and it was a two-day trip back to where they were to be picked up.  Around noon, they noticed what appeared to be a squadron of military planes high in the sky heading north.  They all knew that the shortest route to Moscow was over the top of the world.

Then the storm had blown up in record time, thick black clouds with a very high anvil filled with moisture and strength.  Joan and Jonas had been coming up to the BWCA since she was 5 and in all that ten years they had seen nothing as ominous or threatening as this storm.

Jonas grabbed the last of their gear out of the tied up canoe and followed Joan up the hill.  This was an unfamiliar island and he had no idea what to expect at the campsite—if there was a campsite.

The trail cut through the woods about a quarter of a mile until it came to an opening in the woods about half the size of a football field where the others were already hunkered down near the trees that provided the most shelter from the strong wind and driving rains.  The conditions were too fierce to put up the tents without everything blowing away so the group improvised with a couple of tarps drawn over themselves and held by hand.

Just as Jonas and Joan arrived there was a brilliant flash followed a second later by a loud thunderclap.

“We’d better move a littler farther away from these trees!” Jonas cried above the wind and reluctantly the group moved like a giant turtle about fifty feet from the treeline.

Like many summer storms in Minnesota this one was quickly over and was followed by the steaming heat of a midday sun that seemed intent on baking them as they sat.

“Spread everything out so it can dry,” Jonas instructed.

While they worked there was a strange booming sound that definitely wasn’t thunder.

“Boy,” said Ed, “there’s a sound that brings back memories.”

“What is it, dad?” Lynn assked.

“It’s the sound made when something breaks the speed of sound.  It’s called a sonic boom.”

“A sonic boom?  How come we haven’t heard it before?”

“Oh, it is still heard these days but only around military bases or near where the Concorde used to fly before the fleet was grounded.  Flights over general population areas was banned back in the late 60s or early 70s because people were tired of having their nerves rattled by loud noises out of the blue.”

Everyone was looking up at the sky and the contrails of high flying planes heading south.

After an hour the tents were dry enough to erect their makeshift village around the two picnic tables provided by the park services long ago.  These appeared to be cast concrete and date back to the days of the WPA in the 1930s.  

As Karen and Joan worked on getting a midday meal together, Trisha and Julie came running back up the trail from the lake extremely agitated.

“The canoes are gone,” they cried out in unison.

Everyone dropped what they were doing and ran back with them down the trail.  There they were met with the sight of two broken ropes and no canoes.

Jonas dove into the water and swam out about 60 feet before turning and scanning the shoreline in both directions.  They watched the dismay on his face as he returned to shore.

“All right,” he said as he shook of the water from his impromptu swim, “it looks like we are stuck here for awhile so let’s get back to camp and figure out how to ration our supplies for a week—“

“A WEEK!?” Joan cried in alarm.

“We aren’t due back for two days to our launching point.  So no one will miss us until then and they will probably wait an extra day before starting to search.  That means four days before they start actively looking and then it may take a few days to reach here.”

“But what about signaling other people?” Joan persisted.

“We will find the driest wood we can find and be ready to set up a bonfire in the firepit.  We will take turns watching for signs of others during the day and create as much smoke as possible if anyone passes by.  It’s the best we can do right now.”

It was a forlorn group that made its way back to their camp.

They rationed their food stocks for 7 days and supplemented they had with fish they caught during the day.  It was something they got good at as there was little else to do and they could watch for other travelers but it proved to be a futile activity.

On day 5 the girls were getting very restless and Karen and Joan hatched a plan to make life at camp more interesting.  While they were fishing they stripped off their bikinis and strolled back to camp totally naked.  The others were taken aback at their brazenness.

“Look,” explained Joan, “Our bikinis are starting to fray and our other clothes are all we have.  We need to save them for when others come to rescue us.  Until then we should save them.”

The other girls immediately nodded in agreement and stripped leaving their fathers straining against the confines of their speedos.

“This could be embarrassing, Joan,” Jonas said as he saw the plight of his fellow male members of the party.

“You mean your erections?” Joan asked nonchalantly.

“Well……..yes, now that you mention it…”

“Don’t worry about it,” Joan said, “we learned all about sex when we were in Trisha’s grade.  They taught you about sex didn’t they, Trish?”

Trisha nodded and reluctantly the men stripped off their speedos leaving their pride sticking straight out from their waists.

“I think this would be a good time for a swim,” Jonas said and led everyone down to the landing where the fathers could relieve themselves discretely and regain some self-control.

Whether the girls noticed that their fathers’ right hands stayed underwater for the first few minutes or the white strands of male seed that drifted around them as they slowly broke apart, Jonas didn’t know but he was grateful that they were able to pretend that being naked was natural.

That night as the five groups prepared to go to bed and the air cooled down with the setting sun, Joan decided to take it up a notch.

“Since we are saving our clothes it is going to be colder when we sleep so I think we should open up both our sleeping bags, dad, and zip them together so that we can share body heat.”

“I don’t know, Joan…” Jonas hesitated.

Ed Wells, whose eyes hadn’t left Lynn’s body for more than a minute all afternoon, broke in, “I think that is an excellent solution, don’t you, Lynn?”

With a coy smile Lynn replied, “Whatever you say, dad.”

When the beds were ready Joan called the girls aside for a private discussion.

“You know we haven’t got anything on the radio for days and that the world was on the brink of war from the last broadcasts we heard.” The girls all nodded.  “So it seems that we may be the last people left alive and it is our duty to see that our race survives.  Now have you all read the story of Sodom and Gomorra?”

“Yes,” Karen said while the others nodded.

“And you read what happened to Lot’s wife as they fled?”

“She looked back and was turned into a pillar of salt,” Trisha said.

“That’s right.  Now all of you read about Lot and his daughters and what happened when they realized they were all that was left.”

“It sounds like they had sex with their father to have kids,” Julie said.

“Absolutely,” confirmed Joan.  “Tonight we find ourselves in the same situation as Lots daughters and it is up to us to save the human race from extinction.  So do your best to get your father to have sex with you and make sure he puts his seed in you.  Don’t let him pull out or talk you into taking it in your mouth or up your butt.  That isn’t what God intended sex to be.”

The five other naked girls nodded their agreement.  Joan put her right arm out with her hand open and palm down.  One by one the others placed their right hand on top of hers.  Then Joan put her left hand on top of them all and the other girls brought in their left hands as well.

“Let’s get pregnant!” she cried and then dipped her hands down and back up, continuing to raise them until they stuck out at a 45 degree angle.  

Then she dropped them and they broke up their little conclave and headed back to their respective tents.
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“What was that all about?” Jonas asked as he crawled into the now one sleeping bag.

“Just girl talk,” Joan said as she joined him in their combined beds.  “Do you really think anyone is coming, dad?”

“Of course, it just takes some time that’s all.”

“But it has been 5 days now and we haven’t seen anyone.  This is the busiest time in the Boundary Waters and not one other group?  And no airplanes either.  There was a war, daddy, and we have to face that.”

“Now don’t let your imagination run away with you, Joan.  We aren’t even sure where we are exactly since the maps blew out of Bill’s canoe during the storm so it may be we are more off the beaten path than we originally thought.”

“The storm was strong but it wasn’t long enough to blow a few canoes that far off the beaten path, dad.”

“Joan, stop worrying.  It has only been five days like you said.  The world is still there and someone will find us.”

“If the world is still their, dad, then how come we haven’t been able to get any station on the radio since before the storm?”

Jonas was taken aback by the question and its implication.  It was hard for him to believe that mankind would have been stupid enough to wipe itself out.  Even worse was the idea that his beautiful Anna could be dead or dying and neither of them was there for her.

“Who would be dumb enough to start a war in the nuclear age that would burn down everything mankind has built?”



“Every Sunday you preach about how sinful mankind is becoming.  Well, maybe this is God’s way of starting over like he did with the flood and Noah or Sodom and Gomorra and Lot.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not.  We might be all that is left, dad, and this is no time to be selfish.”

“What do you mean by selfish?”

“After God had wiped out Sodom and Gomorra and Lot’s wife had looked back and become a pillar of salt, his daughters realized that they future of their people rested on their shoulders.”

Jonas thought for a moment before responding.

“Surely you aren’t suggesting—“

“Of course I am.”

“Joan, we can’t.”

“Why not?  It was God who put the idea in the heads of Lot’s daughters and he blessed their offspring.  We are in the same situation here, dad.  Why would he have us remember this particular story if he didn’t need us to give people a second chance?”

“Joan, things just aren’t that simple—“

Joan was tired of talk and rolled on her side to face her father as she boldly reached down and grabbed Jonas’s semi-erect cock and gently squeezed it.  It went from semi to erect in record time.


“Shut up and kiss me.”

A week of pent-up libido got the better of him and Jonas decided to go along with Joan’s theories.

With abandon he rolled toward his daughter and kissed her as fathers are not supposed to kiss their daughters.  All thoughts that this was his daughter were cast aside.  She was a female in heat and he was a male at the ready.  But he retained enough of himself that this would not be rape.  He wanted to honor her gift to him and make this the best night of her life.

He rolled her onto her back as they continued kissing.  When the kiss broke he started to kiss her eyes and nose and forehead and work his way to her ear where he gently blew into it and then nibbled on her ear lobe before kissing his way down her neck onto her chest and then to her left nipple that he sucked on while rolling the right one between his thumb and fingers.

Joan was overcome with desire.  No one made her feel this intense.  Not even when she and Karen had found Karen’s mom’s dildo and taken turns devirginizing one another and pretending it was a real cock of someone they had crush on.  Now she was holding her own father’s warm pulsing cock as he played her body like a first chair violinist plays his violin.  Her body was ready to explode every time he tweaked her nipples it was like a bolt of electricity straight to her pussy and her juices flowed freely. Now he was kissing her navel on his way down to her red bush and the treasure hidden there.

Jonas was a hungry man and what he was hungry for lay between his daughter’s thighs.  Joan obliged him by raising her knees and spreading them to lay open the gateway to bliss.  And then he was there gently teasing her pubic hair with his fingertips and blowing lightly on it without actually touching her mons but driving her wild none the less.  His wife had tried shaving once but it had been a disaster and distracting as it grew back out.  Why so many women thought it was a fashion statement seemed more to do with their perception that men wanted younger women.  But bald pussies were a feature of preteens.  Did they think that all men wanted to screw 10 year olds?  Here he was with a 15 year old.  A hundred years ago she would have been three years past the age of consent in many places but today she was considered jailbait.  But she had the most beautiful pubic patch he had ever seen and it announced to the world. “I am woman—FUCK ME!”

And he most definitely would!

One lick told him that she was plenty wet so he nibbled on her clit and she erupted in her first adult orgasm.

While she bucked beneath him he moved back up her body and kissed her as he found her entrance with the head of his cock.  Once there he slipped inside and slowly pushed forward expecting to run into her hymen as he had with Anna on their wedding night and was surprised when he was all the way inside mashing her clit between their pubic bones and mingling their pubic hair while the very balls that she had come from 15 years before bounced on her ass.

Joan had her arms around her father and kissed him like she wanted to take his tongue down to meet his cock in her core.  When Jonas bottomed out with his cockhead kissing her cervix they froze for a moment as though to savor the sensations of the forbidden union to replay in the years to come.

Then Jonas drew back until only the head of his cock was inside and thrust back in.  This is it, Joan thought to herself, this is fucking!  I’m really fucking!  And I am fucking my daddy!

She thrust up to meet him after his third or fourth stroke and they got into a rhythm as Jonas drove her to her first cock-induced orgasm and then two more before her rippling pussy muscles proved too much for him and with a final push he was up against the entrance to her womb.  Joan felt her father’s cock grow and twitch within her as she was filled with the liquid heat she knew could make her a mother and exploded with her strongest orgasm of the night.

They remained locked together in the afterglow as Jonas slowly deflated, keeping his weight off of her in a push up position.  His cock slid out of her and he rolled off onto his back as Joan instinctively squeezed her legs together to keep his seed from oozing out.

“Thank you, daddy,” she said.

“No, baby.  Thank you!”

He cuddled up next to her giving each of her breasts a playful squeeze as he moved his arm across her chest and she turned with her back to him as they spooned together.  She smiled as she drifted off to sleep feeling her father’s now flaccid cock moist with their love juices rest against her ass. 


As Joan was convincing her father that incest was best, Karen was having a similar conversation with her father. 

Bill Peterson was a high school football coach and that meant it also fell to him to handle sex education classes.  Years ago they were segregated.  He taught the boys and the female coach taught the girls.  But 5 years ago there had been budget cuts and the women coaches had been cut back in their hours.  They still handled phy ed classes and coached the girls athletics teams but there weren’t enough of them to handle sex ed as well.

Bill had found it sometimes embarrassing as he taught girls barely older than his daughter the facts of life.  In the fall she would be a sophomore and could well be in his class and here she was pressing her lovely body up against him and hinting that she should get a private tutorial. 

They were lying on top of the sleeping bags instead of in them and that gave them greater freedom of movement than Joan and Jonas.  It also meant that as he was lying on his back he could not hide the effect her proposal was having on him.

“Karen, all this talk about being the only people left is just a flight of fancy by a very horny Joan.”

“Then why are all the radio stations off the air?  Why no planes? Why no other people in 5 days?”

“5 days isn’t that long up here and you know that.  As far as the radio goes……well, you’ve got me there.”

“You heard the news like I did before the storm about possible terrorist attacks and war and you saw those war planes flying over right around the storm and then nothing…”

Bill was at a loss.  There was no denying the appeal in what Karen was saying.  The fact was that he was an individual with a strong sex drive who had been very happy with his wife Louise whose drive matched his. Until last spring when a drunk driver had swerved out of control and slammed head on into her at 80 mph.

Karen had taken two months to get back to some sense of normalcy and Bill felt the loss every night alone in his bed.  Part of the reason for this trip was to get away from the daily reminders—wedding pictures on the living room shelves, the piano Karen was just getting good on but Louise made sing, her paintings of landscapes she loved to do in her spare time—and reconnect as father and daughter.

But not like this.

“Karen, this is just plain wrong.  I’m your father and we can’t—“

“Shut up, Swede!” she said grabbing his cock and swinging herself over him in the 69 position.

“What did you say?” he asked aghast.

“I said, ‘Shut up, Swede.’  Now eat me.”

She lowered her beautiful pussy down to his mouth and he went to work like a hungry man who finds himself in a bakery and told to eat anything he wanted.

What shocked him was her calling him “Swede”.  Back in his college days he was a big blond from Minnesota named Peterson and it was assumed that he would one day play for the Vikings and so “Swede” as a nickname was nearly a given.  But after he wracked up his knee senior year and the pros were out of the question he had changed his major to education and met Louise.  The only one who had still called him Swede was Louise in the privacy of their bedroom.  And the only way Karen could know about it was if she had seen the video.

On their anniversary the year before they had treated themselves to a weekend alone.  Karen had gone to his parents and they went to dinner and a show on Friday night, bought themselves a video camera as a mutual present on Saturday and after an afternoon movie and pizza at their favorite place to eat when dating went home to play with the new toy. 

Louise was the one who wanted to pretend they were porn stars so he had set the camera on a tripod off the corner of the bed where they thought they would get the best footage.

Bill had been reluctant, wondering what would happen to his job if the tape ever became public.  He was protesting as Louise lay beside him stroking his cock when she tossed back her own blond hair, laughed and said, “Shut up, Swede!” and then climbed on top of him in the 69 position.

Since her death he had played that video countless times but he always made sure he hid it in the bottom of his underwear drawer along with Louise’s dildo—

Oh, my God, he thought to himself as he brought his daughter to the brink of her first orgasm at the hands of a member of the masculine gender.  He didn’t remember seeing the dildo the weekend before the trip when he watched the movie!  Had Karen been experimenting with that, too?  Had she taken her own virginity?

The questions were shoved out of his mind as Karen suddenly lifted off his mouth and cock at the same time and turned to face him.  Without ceremony she lowered herself onto his cock until he was all the way in.

“Karen! Who have you done it with?”

“No, one, dad.  Not in the way you mean.  I found mom’s dildo in your drawer and Joan and I have been playing with it on weekends.  It felt good but you feel so much better.”

And to prove it to him she started to ride him like a cowboy in a rodeo.  Bill reached up and cupped her breasts, gently squeezing them and rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. 

“You, too, baby! You, too! You’re so tight and warm and wet!”

He met her thrust for thrust and did every trick he knew to hold back the floodgates of his orgasm as he took Karen over the brink twice.

“You’re going to have to get off, baby, I’m going to cum and I don’t want to get you pregnant.”

“That’s the whole point, silly!  Weren’t you listening?”

And she lowered down to pin him to the bed and gyrated her hips.  Unable to pull out or hold back he surrendered to the inevitable and thrust up into her as he unleashed the biggest load he could ever remember pumping out.  Karen and Joan had experimented with a douche bag that Joan had found in her grandma’s attic but the sensation was nothing like the sudden warm heat that filled her when she got her first dose of sperm from her own father.

She made no move to get off but lay down crushing her breasts into his chest hair and he held her to him.  Both too satisfied and too tired to move they drifted off to sleep.  He was in so deep that as his cock went flaccid it stayed inside her trapping his cum.  About an hour later, as he dreamed of the encounter that had just occurred, he grew hard and rolled her over to her side of the bed with himself on top still in her and began to thrust into her again in the missionary position. 

Karen responded groggily but pulled his face down and kissed him as he hadn’t been kissed since Louise died.  It no longer mattered whether this was his daughter or one of his students.  She was his woman and he marked her as his own with another load of cum before he rolled off and fell asleep holding her in his arms.

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The proud owner of Wells Automotive was one of the hairiest men in town if not THE hairiest.  When he hit puberty his body hair did the equivalent to his body that a deep bass voice did to its owner. Where the bass voice just kept getting deeper until it reached the depths of a Paul Robson, Ed’s chest hair became back hair and neck hair and thigh hair and ass hair and crotch hair as thick as a bird’s nest.

And it was a bird’s nest that his daughter Lynn was very familiar with. 

No one would have guessed that a three-year-old could have an orgasm but Lynn was living proof.  With her clear blue eyes and raven hair she was a striking child and when her father had thrown her mother out of the house after catching her screwing the plumber, Ed was sure his daughter would never remember what he did to her.  And he had been right for the most part.

One night, about a week after he had exiled Maria, he had put in a porn tape and gotten lost in beating off his own meat that he hadn’t noticed Lynn come in and plant herself in front of the TV.  She took off her panties and nightgown until she was naked like daddy and the people on TV.  It was a scene where a woman lay on a bed alone and masturbated herself to orgasm with nothing more than her fingers in her pussy and her other hand stimulating her breasts and nipples.

Without really understanding what she was doing but knowing that it felt good, little Lynn gave herself three orgasms, two of which were Videoed by her father who could not believe what he was seeing.  By the time she came down from her orgasm the woman on the TV had been joined by a man.  Entranced by the sights on TV Lynn watched the woman just bend over the man and start sucking on the thing between his legs like a popsicle.  Lynn looked up at her daddy and saw his eyes closed while his hand moved up and down on his thing.  He still held the video camera he had taped her orgasms with but he wasn’t paying attention to it at the moment as he neared his own climax with his eyes closed.

Suddenly something warm and wet engulfed the head of his cock and he looked down to see Lynn copying what the lady on TV was doing.  Without thinking he grabbed hold of both sides of her head and used her mouth as a fuck toy until he exploded in her mouth. The little girl swallowed as much as she could.

“Thank you, baby,” he said as she looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

“What was that stuff?” she asked.

“Special daddy milk, honey,” he said thinking quickly.

“Can I have some more?”

“It is supposed to be for mommies.”

“I want to be a mommy.”

“I know, baby but first you have to grow up.”

Sated he drifted into a light doze without turning off the video and a short time later he awoke with a raging hardon and another warm moist sensation on his cock.  The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the woman in the video bouncing up and down on a hard cock.  Looking down he saw Lynn trying to put him inside of herself and succeeding in getting his head in.  It was so erotic he immediately unloaded another dose of “daddy milk” into his toddler’s tiny pussy.

He lifted her off as his cum dribbled down her little legs along with a little pinkness from the blood from her ruptured hymen.  He carried her up to the master bedroom and into the bathroom where they took a shower.  Then he took her to her own room and helped her put on her pajamas and tucked her in.

The next day he destroyed his porn video but uploaded the camcorder video to his computer to a secure folder.  Then he told Lynn that they could not do that again because those things were what husbands and wives did and she would be able to do it with her husband when she grew up.

“But it was fun, daddy—“

“It is fun but it is also special and you shouldn’t do it with anyone until you are much older.”

Lynn was confused but she was also three and there were other things to occupy her time.  But although she forgot it in mind her body memory was stronger and she often fell asleep rubbing herself to orgasm. A week later Maria came home and patched things up with Ed and they resumed their more than satisfactory sex life.

As she grew she would occasionally have dreams about without really knowing what they were about.  When she entered school she gravitated toward the boys at a much younger age than the other girls.  She heard all the warnings and took part in all the boy-girl games that were appropriate for her age but she always believed that this mysterious thing called sex was not something to be feared by the girls but to be enjoyed.  Of course, in her mind she was still a virgin and she took her parents advice about waiting to date until she was 16.  But she loved to tease and wear clothes that showed off her budding young body to her classmates and adult teachers equally.

In short, she was a cocktease.

Then, on her 14th birthday, she passed her father’s den.  He had been having trouble with the door latch and it was prone to opening up after he had closed it.  Through the one inch opening she saw him sitting at his computer.  His back was to her and she could see over his shoulder to the video that was playing on the monitor.  It was some kind of porn, amateur by the quality of it.  Oh, my god, she thought as she realized it was only a very young girl who looked up at the man who seemed to be holding the camera and whose face was unseen. The girl looked up and cum was dripping out of both sides of her mouth.

“What was that stuff?” the girl said.  Then, at exactly the same moment the male on the video spoke the words that Lynn was silently mouthing.  Words she had heard in her dreams many times.

“Special daddy milk, honey.”

Suddenly she realized that the man’s voice was her father and the little girl was her and her dreams weren’t dreams but memories.

The movie on the computer continued as she heard her father start snoring lightly.  She saw herself turn toward the television where there was a porno.  The woman was making the male erect with a handjob and then she got on top of him and put him in her pussy.  After five minutes the toddler Lynn turned away from the TV and climbed further up on the couch by her now sleeping father and started rubbing his cock up and down like the lady had.  When he was erect, little Lynn climbed on top of him and rubbed her little pussy on the end of daddy’s cock like she was looking for something.  Then she seemed to find it and tried to force her daddy’s cock into her like the lady in the movie.  On the monitor she heard her father’s snoring stop and he wriggled as he came awake to the sight of his little girl trying to fuck him.

Lynn turned away from her dad’s den door and gone to her room to sort out what she had seen.

Her logical mind said that she was raped and should be outraged but her emotional mind said that she had done the raping and it had been an overall pleasant experience, which is why her dreams about it had always been pleasant not terrifying.  And her pussy told her that the thought of it made her very horny.

She had spent two hours that night repeatedly bringing herself off until exhaustion caught up with her and she finally fell asleep.

She had not said anything to her father but she was determined that somehow she would seduce him again.  That was why her clothing had become even more provocative since her birthday.  The sheer swimsuit with the fabric that seemed to turn transparent had been bought for this trip exclusively for her father’s benefit.

Now here they were in the privacy of their own tent as naked as that day 11 years before.

They just lay side by side for a while with Joan and Jonas’s tent on one side and Bill and Karen’s on the other.  The tent walls did nothing to muffle the unmistakable sounds of sex surrounding them.  It was Lynn who broke the silence.

She knew she didn’t need the excuse of Sodom and Gomorra and Lot’s daughters to get what she wanted.

She had the truth.

“Daddy, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry about what, baby.”

“Sorry for raping you.”

“What are you talking about.”

“On my birthday your den door was partly open and I saw the video on your computer of us when I was real little—“

“OH, MY GOD!  I should never have let that happen in the first place.  It was all my fault—“

“Don’t be silly.  I started everything.  I raped you.”

“I thought you had forgotten all about it.  I wanted you not to be traumatized so I did my best to discourage you and act naturally.”

“I still dreamed about it—“

“Those nightmares, I should have known,”

“No.  The nightmares were other things that were scary.  The dreams I had about that night were always pleasant and I woke up feeling good—even a little horny—and I had great orgasms masturbating after them.  But I always thought they were just my imagination and didn’t dare say anything.  Until I saw the video.”

“I am so sorry that you saw that.  I have always been faithful to your mother except for that one incident with you, a three year old you at that.  But it was one of the most erotic moments of my life and I guess that is why saved it and replayed it to keep that moment alive.”

“I say it’s time we stopped relying on memories because I am in desperate need of daddy milk.”


He never got to finish as she through herself on top of him and kissed him.  She loved the feel of all his body hair against her nipples and breasts and tummy.  And the way it tickled her legs, especially the insides of her upper thighs.  But what felt best was when his pubic hair tickled her clit when she lowered herself onto him.

Ed was in heaven.  Lynn was as tight as Maria had been the first time he had fucked her but there was a special thrill in knowing that the pussy he was in now had been created by him.  Half of her had rocketed out of the same cock she was riding into her mother to join with her egg.  The thought that Lynn was at the peak of her cycle and probably had an egg at the ready only spurred him on harder than ever.

He took her hard little nipples and the one inch areola into his mouth and gently sucked and nibbled each of them in turn. It drove Lynn over the edge into the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced.  She was having the same thoughts about the specialness of the cock within her and its role in giving her life.  Those thoughts gave her a second orgasm directly on the heels of the first.

She had spent nights with various things in her pussy other than her fingers.  Things like candles and pop bottles and Barbie dolls.  One of the things she like to do was what she called pussy calisthenics to strengthen her pussy muscles.  She thought that one day she could go to work at one of those strip clubs where the girls dance with metal poles and made tips displaying various parts of their anatomy to best advantage.  She thought she would be different if she could use just her pussy to do things like lift weights.

Now she used those skills to squeeze her father’s cock and try to lift him off the bed.

It was too much for Ed.  All his tricks for extending his orgasm were defeated by the rippling, grasping pulsating pussy that seemed to want to pull his manhood out by the roots.  A week’s worth of pent-up and unreleased passion surged through him into his daughter’s waiting womb.

“Drink deep of your daddy’s milk!” he cried as Lynn nearly passed out from the pleasure of feeling herself bathed in her father’s potent spunk.

“I love you, Daddy!”

“I love you, too, Baby!”

She continued to do her pussy exercises and milk her father’s cock like a milking machine on a cow’s teat.  Ed gratefully gave her every last drop he had in him.  Truth be told he was a very conflicted man at the moment.  He wanted to rejoice a for the church that brought this father daughter outing into being and it was the same church’s Bible that had given its blessing to this evenings unions with the story of Lot and his daughters.  But it was the same church that would condemn this as wrong.  But how could love ever be wrong?

He decided it was a question for another day as Lynn rose up off him and lay down at his side with her head on his shoulder. They both knew this was just the beginning.

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14 year old Drew was one of the true innocents.  Her family were true believers and she seemed destined to go through life blessed with doing all those things reserved for the golden girls.  She was a cheerleader and soccer player and sang in the church choir and danced at the local studio twice a week and was going to be on the 9th grade swimming team.   On top of that she was definitely model material.  In the twilight of their tent Phil admired her lovely breasts and their pink nipples.  Although they had all gone naked that day there were still definite tan lines where her bikini top and bottom had been.  This made her lovely little blond pubic patch more visible in the fading light.

“Daddy, Joan said it was time for us to follow the lead of Lot’s daughters and she made us read this story about how God destroyed Sodom and Gomorra but Lot and his family escaped only his wife looked back and was turned into a pillar of salt.  Then it talks about how the older daughter got Lot drunk while they were staying in some caves and she went in and slept with him.  Then the next night they got him drunk again and the younger sister went in and slept with him.  What was so unusual about that?”

“Well, it refers to a special way of being with someone.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you had sex ed in school last year, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.  They talked about how husbands and wives have babies.”

“What did they say about it?”

“Well, the man has a penis—like you—and it gets hard and goes into the woman’s vagina.  Then he ejaculates—is that the right word?”


“He ejaculates sperm into her that meet up with her egg.  When one of the sperm penetrates the egg a baby is made.”

“Well, that is all technically true.  Did they talk about orgasms?”

“They said the woman can have many but that the man only has one which is when he ejaculates.”

“Have you ever had one?”

“I don’t know.”

“Have you ever touched yourself around your vagina?”

“DADDY!” Dawn said, aghast that her father would ask her such a personal question.

“Have you?” Phil persisted.  “It is a perfectly natural thing to do.  Everyone does it at one time or another.”

“They do?”

“Sure.  I do it.  Your mother does it.  Even your big brother does it.”

“I know—“ she stopped herself, embarrassed by this admission.

“What do you mean by that, young lady?”

“About a month ago I was coming back from the bathroom one night and I noticed Jimmy’s door was slightly open and it sounded like he was groaning.  I thought he was getting sick so I went over and peeked in but he wasn’t getting sick.  He had his underwear down and his penis in his hand and was rubbing it up and down.  After about a minute this white stuff came shooting out.  I guess he ejaculated.”

“How did watching that make you feel?”

“I got these weird butterflies in my tummy and my vagina got all wet.”

“Is your vagina wet now?”

Drew reached down between her legs and felt around.

“Yes.  What does that mean?”

“It means that you are horny and ready to have sex.”

“It does?”

“It sure does?”

“But sex with who?”

“The nearest male.”

“But the nearest male is you, daddy.”

“Which is why I am going to do what every loving father does when his daughter gets to be your age.”

“What is that?”

“Teach you what the sex ed class in school never does.  Things like kissing and what it really feels like to have good sex with someone experienced.”

“You mean you want to have sex with me, daddy?”

“Reach down and take hold of my penis and tell me what you think the answer is.”

Drew slid her hand down his tummy and into his brown pubic patch to find a very erect, very hard penis sprouting from his loins.

“You’re hard, daddy, so that means you want to have sex.”

“And who would it be that I want to have sex with?”

“The nearest female.”

“Which would be who?”


“Let’s start with kissing.”

He bent down and kissed her full on the mouth including the use of his tongue to pry her lips open and stick it in.  As he kept her mouth occupied he gently squeezed on her tits and tweaked her nipples on his way to her mound of Venus. Here he took time to gently brush his fingers through her pubic hair without touching her skin.  Then he gently probed her opening until he struck her hymen and realized she was still a virgin.

He pulled away from her mouth and moved down her body until he was at her pussy.

“That is how you kiss one set of lips and here is how you kiss the other.”

With that he kissed his way down to her pussy and began to give it a proper working over with his tongue.

Drew went into sensory overload as her father touched places she herself had never dared to explore.  Within minutes she was experiencing a strong orgasm and unleashing a flood of her own lubricant.  Phil’s tongue took her to a second orgasm before he rose up over her while she rode that crest and with one powerful thrust rammed through her virginity and made her a woman.

Drew was taken aback by the sudden pain of her hymen being torn but her father had done his preliminary work well and the endorphins unleashed by her orgasms kept her deflowering pain levels low.  Soon she was riding the crest of another orgasm and the head of her father’s cock stroked back and forth over her G-spot. 

For Phil it took him back to his high school days when he was quarterback of the football team and had cornered the head cheerleader after a win and convinced her that it was traditional for the winning quarterback to fuck the girl of his choice after each game and he chose her.  She had been as tight as Drew and a virgin as well.  The fact that she was also his sister had been the biggest turn on.  She had consented that once but he had never gotten back inside her panties again.

With Drew he planned to make it a regular part of his daily routine and he hoped and prayed that she would become pregnant so that they could home school her and he would then declare the house a clothes free area.

Drew could feel the tip of her daddy’s 7 inch cock kissing her cervix on every thrust.  She remembered how they learned about periods and knew that two weeks after her period was when she was most vulnerable to getting pregnant. She knew but she didn’t care.

And neither did Phil as he let himself blast off right at the entrance to her womb at the same time as her third cock induced orgasm washed over her.

As he pulled out and lay down next to her he said, “And that is what the Bible means when it talks about Lot’s daughters going in to lay with their father.”

“Funny.  Shouldn’t it be that Lot came into his daughters?”

She smiled at him, kissed his cheek and went to sleep as Phil joined her.

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What no one in the 6 tents around the camp fire knew, least of all Julie, was that she and three of her 8th grade classmates were already pregnant..  It wouldn’t become evident until 8 months after the night of Lot’s daughters when she delivered a full term girl one month before the other five did.

Three weeks before the outing to BWCA, Julie had gone to her friend Barb’s sleepover.  Barb Jones was a cute 13 year old brunette whose parents seemed to live separate lives.  The fact was that their marriage was really one of convenience as her mother, June was an avowed lesbian who left her husband George alone and never questioned his apparent lack of sex drive.  They shared a bed but that was all.  They were friends but after a brief fling that resulted in Barb would have gone their separate ways. Barb gave them the excuse to present to the world a normal façade.

George had made love to June in spite of the fact that she was about 5 years to old for his tastes.  She was 18 and they had just graduated high school.  George had managed to hide his taste for 12, 13 and 14 year olds from June by blackmailing his young victims with videotapes of their trysts.  He used his master bedroom and usually managed to drug them although a few came willingly.  They were varied and included the girl who came collecting for his paper, the one selling candy for YWCA camp and some of the Girl Scouts he volunteered to work with in the local troop.

He considered the weekend of the sleepover his masterpiece.  In addition to his own daughter, who knew nothing of  her fathers fetish as he had studiously stayed clear of her, and Julie, 12 year old Susan Miller and her 13 year old sister Amanda rounded out the guest list for this supposed pizza and pop outing.

Like Barb, Susan was a brunette whose body was just budding out.  Her hips were just starting to take on their adult curves while her breasts were mainly about twice the height of her perky brown nipple.  She had the first growth of pubic hair on her mons but it was sparse compared to her sister Amanda’s auburn bush that matched her auburn locks.  Amanda was filling out nicely.  Her breasts filled one’s hand nicely when cupped and she shared her puffy areola with her sister.  They aroused easily and looked great in tight shirts. Her ass was well rounded and inviting and she didn’t mind teasing the men around her as adolescent girls are wont to do as they get their first taste of their sexual power.

On this particular Friday George had made sure that their was a video “accidentally” left in the VCR starring a 13 year old nympho who sucked, fucked and took it anally.  She not only let the men fill her mouth and ass with sperm but allowed them to cum bareback in her pussy as well.

Before they had a chance to discover this “mistake” George laced their cokes with a little Everclear—the most potent alcoholic drink available and made them eat at the kitchen table.  When the girls said the pop tasted funny he showed them a large bottle of generic coke that they didn’t normally drink.

“Sorry, girls, it was on sale.”

Starting to feel flush and giddy, Barb responded for them, “that’s okay, daddy.  It just different not bad.”

After they finished he sent them off to Barb’s room to change while he popped them some popcorn—and dumped the rest of the Everclear into the pop bottle.  Then he popped a tiny pill into each of their glasses before refilling them.  With all the ice and the dark color of the soda, the rohipnol was virtually invisible and free to dissolve at its own pace.

As luck would have it they arrived back in the kitchen in their sexy nightgowns and panties at the time that Hannah Montana started and George had it playing on the kitchen TV so they sat down at the table to start their popcorn and pop.

“Will you girls be okay if I go upstairs and do some work?”

“Sure, dad,” Barb said without taking her eyes off the TV.

Upstairs George had a second den in the third bedroom for Barb’s sibling who had never arrived.  He sat down at the desk and fired up the computer and brought up one of the many cameras he had outfitted the house with over the years.  On Kitchencam he watched the girls chat and giggle and eat popcorn. But what made his cock jump was every time one of them picked up their glass and drank without looking away from the TV.

25 minutes later Hannah Montana came to an end and the girls got up to move to the downstairs den.  Barb carried the popcorn and her glass, Julie carried her glass and the pop bottle and all of them moved out.

“Don’t start it yet,” Amanda said, “Wait for me.”

As she headed for the downstairs bathroom George switched to Bathcam1 which was hidden in the fancy toilet paper holder directly across from the toilet at eye level with the seat.

He watched Amanda move in front of the camera and slide her panties down revealing her thighs below her crotch. She seemed a little unsteady on her feet but then she sat down on the toilet revealing her lovely pussy as she slightly spread her legs.

“Soon, Mandy, soon,” he said to himself as she wiped herself and left to join the others.

Dencam1 gave George a view of the room from the wall by the door and showed the TV and area right in front of it.  Dencam2 was on the opposite wall and showed the couch and the coffee table in front of it.  Dencam3 was on the corner to the left of Dencam2 and showed the room from the perspective of the couch, far easy chair and the side of the TV.  Dencam4 was in the opposite corner of Dencam3 and showed some of the TV screen from the side as well as the couch and the far easy chair on the other side of the room.

At the moment all four girls were seated next to each other on the couch.  Barb picked up the remote and flicked on the TV and VCR and sat back.  George switched to cam1 to make sure the VCR was set up properly.  He could see the tops of the girl’s heads below the camera as the TV screen went from blue to picture of a cute girl with blond curly hair who was surrounded by three grown males.  They were on the beach and all in their swimsuits.  The title came up JENNY DOES IT ALL and went right into a scene of the girl and the three guys going down to the beach.

“What’s this?” Susie asked.

“I don’t know,” Barb answered, “it must be dad’s.  I’ll put in our movie.”

George’s heart dropped as Barb went to get up but leapt again when Julie grabbed her friend’s arm and pulled back to the couch.

“Wait,” she said, “Look at the beach!”

The girls watched as the little blond and her three companions made their way through the other beach-goers to an unused spot an tossed down their blankets.

“They’re all naked,” gasped Amanda.

“It must be a nude beach,” Julie said trying to sound nonchalant and taking another drink.

“Cool,” said Amanda.

The four girls watched enraptured as the three men stripped their swimsuits off exposing their 7 to 9 inch cocks in front of the girl who must be Jenny.  Then Jenny took off her bikini top and showed the world her nice little pink tipped nipples that already appeared aroused, followed by her bikini bottoms that showed the world she really was a blond.

As the girls absorbed this, the foursome on the screen ran into the water where they frolicked with the other sun lovers for about 3 minutes before coming back out of the water at a different spot.  Two of the men led the little girl away from the crowded section of the beach and over a dune where they were out of sight of everyone else.  They spoke a language that none of the girls recognized but what was said became clear when an impromptu game of tag started with the girl alternately chasing and being chased by the men.  This went on for another couple of minutes until the third man came over the top of the dune with their stuff from the beach.

As he spread the blankets out again Julie let out a gasp.

“Look at her!”

All the girls stared at the screen.

“What?” Barb asked speaking for all of them.

“No tan lines!  She must go naked all the time!”

From cam2 George watched them nod their heads and sip more pop.

Now he concentrated on their reactions from this angle as he already knew what was taking place on the screen in front of them.  At this point one of the men scooped her up in his arms and kissed her right on the mouth like their fathers kissed their mothers.  Not the normal pecks on the cheeks that adults gave kids.  This was fully engaged with tongue and all.  He was carrying her to the blanket and laid her down in the middle of it on her back.

The girls’ eyes were glued to the set as he knew the were watching the man who carried her now break off the kiss and start to kiss her body starting with her neck and then moving down to her breasts and nipples and then her bellybutton.  He watched his daughter and her friends imbibe more alcohol and date rape drug.  Their hands unconsciously told him what was happening on the screen as they put themselves in Jenny’s place.  They squeezed their breasts and stroked their bellies and finally cupped their pussies.  He knew that was the moment the man on screen had started to lick and suck that sweet pussy.

“Oh, my god,” Susan said faintly.  That told George that one of the men was kneeling down at Jenny’s head and she had turned to start sucking his erect cock.  Man  number three was about to kneel on Jenny’s other side and place her hand on his cock.

There were more gasps to tell him she was willingly stroking this other man with her hand.

Now all four girls lifted their nighties above their panties and stuck their hands inside and George knew that the man licking Jenny’s pussy was moving on top of her as the camera caught a close-up of her raising her pussy up to meet his hard cock.  After a couple of tentative strokes the man drove deep into her and all four girls on the couch moaned and rubbed more furiously.

He knew the camera moved up to Jenny’s face as the man getting the blow job rolled back on his hips and Jenny lay there with her mouth open wide as he shot three big ropes of sperm straight between her lips and two more over her cheek and nose.  She turned her face up to the camera with her mouth still open and showed the world it was full of the man’s cum, then she closed it, swallowed and opened again to show that his sperm was now in her belly.

George knew this was what was happening because all four of the beauties on his den couch now reached down and gulped the rest of their sodas and pumped fingers in their pussies.

The movie went on for 40 minutes as she took a load from each man in her pussy, mouth and ass and then lay back on the blanket with a satisfied look on her face.

By that time the alcohol and roofies had done their job and all four of the sleepover party members were passed out.

With June out of town on a business conference all weekend, George had all night to enjoy the delights of his labors.

He started with little Susan who never stirred once as he carried her to his bedroom, stripped her and laid her in the middle of his bed with a towel under her hips.  He then went to work kissing her face, nibbling her ears and sucking her entire breast and nipple into his mouth.  Although she was unconscious her body still responded to stimuli and they were erect in no time.  Then it was on to her tummy where he kissed her right above where her ovaries were located before sucking on her clit and sticking his tongue in her pussy.

He knew all four of his Bedroomcams were working as he got on top of his daughter’s friend’s little sister and made her a woman before the rest of them.  Not that Susie noticed or would notice until she found her tummy getting bigger and her 6th ever period never arriving.  She seemed to have an orgasm and he filled her preteen passage with a full load of sperm.  He never did have any intention of pulling out or using a condom because he also had another fetish almost as strong as that urge for young teen girls and that was breeding.  Tonight he would do his best to fulfill this desire.

He would replay the videos he edited of that night time and time again.  He watched himself stay inside Susie as he lifted her off the bed and lay her on the floor.  There he tied her ankles to a rope he had wrapped around the dresser just for this purpose.  As he pulled out Susie’s little pussy was held up by her ankles so that none of his load dribbled out.

Then it was auburn haired Amanda’s turn and soon she was tied to the dresser with her legs in the air as George moved the center of operations down to the den where he moved his daughter to one of the easy chairs, stripped Julie on the couch and gave his balls an hour to recuperate before he did more than just feel her up.  When he felt his load was potent again he started his ministrations and found that she was a natural.  Her nipples responded immediately and her pussy was juicy even before he got there.

It turned him on so much he forgot about being gentle and took her in one forceful thrust that elicited a grunt from the drugged girl.  He stayed in her to the hilt as their pubic hairs meshed and her clit throbbed between them.  He watched for signs that she was waking up but there were none.  And he went back to pounding away in her until he flooded her with a big dose.  Big enough he was sure he had accomplished what he set out to do.

He didn’t have a dresser to tie her legs to so he stayed in her as he went to the unoccupied easy chair and lay her back over the armrest.  As he withdrew he held her legs up and pivoted her until her head hung off the edge and her legs went up the back rest keeping his sperm safely inside her as they went for her ripe little egg.

Lastly he turned to his daughter.  He moved her over to the couch and unwrapped her like a Christmas present.  He studied her closely, amazed that half of this beauty had come from his own balls, the same balls he was going to use to create someone who would be 75% of him instead of just 50.  He did not wait as long as he had for Julie to build up his potency but he made up for it by staying inside his daughter and riding her until he filled her a second and then a third time before moving her to the other easy chair and leaving her upside down like Julie.

Sated he went back upstairs where he untied Susie and fucked her again.  This time he didn’t bother trying to keep it in her. Instead he washed her off with a warm wash cloth and redressed her.  Then he did Amanda again, washed her and dressed her.  One at a time he brought them back to the den and put them on the couch. 

Still not finished he gave Julie another dose, washed her and redressed her.  Lastly he did the same for Barb. 

Then he collected their glasses and the bottle of pop and took them to the kitchen.  All of the ice had melted so one by one he washed out their glasses, refilled it with a fresh bottle of pop and added water for the melted ice.  Then he emptied the new bottle of pop to the level of the spiked bottle and dumped the spiked bottle down the drain. He brought the new bottle and the refilled glasses out to where the girls had originally left them.  Before he left he smiled over at the VCR with the rental movie he wouldn’t have to pay for as someone had taped porn over the movie and exposed his daughter and her friends to obscenity instead of the movie they planned to watch.  He would have the proper amount of outrage when he returned it. 

Satisfied that things looked back to what they had been, George went back up to his computer to start editing.  He looked down at his watch and realized it wasn’t even midnight yet.  With any luck he had start four new lives in only three and a half hours.  It had always amazed him how the act of sex took less time than the participants imagined.  It had seemed like all night but only three and a half hours.

When the girls woke up in the morning the movie had played to the end, rewound and ejected.  Barb went over and pulled it out.  It said the correct name for the scary movie they planned to watch.  She bent over and pushed it back in and pressed play.  Sure enough, Jenny went through her sexual escapades again.

She wondered whether she should tell her dad and admit they had watched porn or say nothing and just let him take it back to the video store. 

“What in hell are you doing?”

Startled, Barb looked up and saw her dad in the doorway.  She had her hand once again in her pussy as the porno played out on the television.  She whipped her hand out of her panties and sat on it.

“Nothing, dad.  Someone labeled the tape wrong. I’m sorry.  We shouldn’t have watched it.”

She started to cry and George went to her and pulled her off the couch where her friends were still asleep.  He picked the remote up from the armrest and turned off the TV and VCR.  Then motioning for her to be quiet he led her up to his bedroom.  There they sat side by side on his bed.

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, Sweetie.  That video store messed up big time.  I brought you up here because I know you are getting to that age when you are curious about the opposite sex and I think you had a lot of that curiosity answered by what I saw on that screen.  I just wanted you to know that if you ever have any questions about sex you can come and talk to me.  Okay?”

“Okay…. Is that movie right that a girl my age can have sex?”

“Yes, it is and a lot of boys and men are going to want to get inside those panties of yours as time goes by.”

“But they are always saying that sex hurts for girls and we aren’t supposed to want it.”

“Don’t you believe it.  God gave the world sex because it is the one thing we can do that brings us closest to him—create life.  Men and women are meant to have and enjoy sex.  I saw you had your hand in your panties and were rubbing yourself—“

“I’m so sorry—“

“Like I said you have nothing to be sorry about.  I just wanted to ask you, did it hurt?  What you were doing, did it give you pain?”

“N,  No….”

“Of course not.  Everyone does that.  It is called masturbation.  I do it.  Your mom does it.”

“You do?”

“I sure do.  If you want to know more I will teach you but it is up to you what you want to learn and when you want to learn and who you want to learn from.”

“Barb?”  came Julie’s voice from the bottom of the stairs.

“Up here, Julie,” Barb said and thanked her dad.  She left him on his bed and went over to her room where their clothes were.

The reason that George had been so unconcerned about knocking up the four girls at his daughter’s overnight was that he knew his wife was signing a contract with a new company across country and they would be moving in two weeks.

By the time that Julie and her Tom lay naked in their tent, George and Barb had joined June in California where June came out to her daughter about her lesbianism and George used Barb’s sympathy for his lack of a sex life to get her into bed at every opportunity.

But in the tent, Julie was still a virgin in her mind because she remembered nothing about George raping her.  She knew that she had woken up with a headache and that her pussy itched but she chalked that up to the fact that she had masturbated harder than ever before under the inspiration of Jenny on the TV.  She never suspected that George’s sperm had entered her or found their target.  But her body remembered the encounter and now with her father beside her she wanted him to make her a woman but was afraid of how to make her move.

They started to hear the moans of pleasure around them.  Tom was a cable installer who was happy in his marriage to Cathy but resented that she put her real estate business before family.  He wanted a son but she was always putting off a pregnancy for one reason or another.  First they needed a bigger house so they found one with a perfect nursery.  But the house was too expensive to allow for another child so the nursery and been turned into a home office for her business, a business she couldn’t afford to lose time to have a baby.  He was sick of rubbers and coldly calculated sex.  He missed the passion and spontaneity of the sex from their first year of marriage and through the pregnancy with Julie.

He had never considered his daughter as a sexual being until this trip.  Especially this afternoon when everyone had gone naked.  He loved her cute little ass and perfect breasts and the way her hair flowed and moved as she walked.

All around them they heard the moans of passion as her friends became women and he decided it would be unfair to leave her out.  Reaching down he took her hand and squeezed it.  When she squeezed back he took it as a sign and lifted it up and placed it on his throbbing cock.

Julie took the hint and wrapped her hand around it as she had watched Jenny do in the movie.  Instinctively she moved her hand up and down.  Her father returned the favor moving his hand over her pussy and playing with her golden curls before finally cupping the whole area in his handed and gently squeezing it.  After a minute he began to rub his middle finger up and down in her slit as he felt her juices start to work.  Julie responded by spreading her legs offering him more access.

Tom turned to face her and give her her first French kiss.  She responded by reaching up and putting her hands around his neck and pulling him to get on top of her.  She opened her legs wide and drew her knees up to give him better access and without further word from either of them Tom did his best to do what George Jones had already done.  And when all the tents around them had gone quiet he and Julie did it again.  In the morning they did it twice more before even thinking of going down to the lake to swim and wash up.

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They say that the longer people are married the more they begin to look alike.  Joe and Sarah McBride seemed to fit that bill.  The triage nurse at the local hospital and the head baker in the kitchen had the same color hair and eyes and build.  And they loved their daughter Trisha with equal passion.

Now that she was blossoming into womanhood they knew they would have to have the sex talk with her soon.  But Joe had never expected it to be this soon or under such intimate circumstances.  When Trisha had come in babbling about how the world outside had been destroyed and that Karen said that the loss of stations on the radio and lack of airplanes proved it and Joan had them read about Lot’s daughters, Joe had put his finger to her lips and shushed her.

“There is no need to rush into anything, Trish, no matter what your friends say.”

“But we have to make babies and start the world over just like Noah and Lot—“

“When you are ready you will meet someone, fall in love and have a family of your own.”

“But, daddy, there isn’t anyone left to meet and I love you—“

“And I love you but this isn’t right.”

“How can it be wrong if two people love each other?’

“It just is, honey.”

They had been lying on top of the makeshift bed facing each other.  Now Trisha put on a pouty face and turned away from him.

“I know.  You think I am just a kid and I’m ugly.”

Joe put his arm around her and nudged her back to facing him.

“You are wrong on both counts and I should know because I started having sex when I was eleven.  I know what you are going through and you are beautiful.  But before we do this, there are a few things you should know.”

“What things, dad?” she sniffled as her tears dried up.

“Well,  your mother and I for one.”

“You and mom?  What about you and mom?”

“We have always told you that you have no grandparents because they died.”

“You mean they’re not?”

“They are alive but to them we are dead.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know that all your friends have to sets of grandparents—one on their dad’s side and one on their mom’s—“


“Well, dear, you have only one set of grandparents.”

“Are they yours or mom’s and are the other ones dead?”

“That’s just it, your mom’s parents are still alive and my parents are still alive but you only have one set of grandparents.”

Trisha tried to decipher what her father was saying to her.

“Look, honey, you know how people talk about how much your mom and I look like each other.”


“And that we have the same birthday.”


“Well, what we never told you is that we were born in the same hospital and the same parents signed both birth certificates.”

“You mean like twins?”

“Exactly like twins?”

“You and mom are twins?!”


“But that means you are brother and sister.”

“And that is why you only have one set of grandparents.”

“But then how could you get married.”

“We can’t and we didn’t.  Since we have the same name people just think we are married and living here in Minnesota we a far away from Florida where we grew up”

“So you got your sister pregnant and I’m the result?  I’m an incest baby?”

“You are OUR baby and it doesn’t matter that we are brother and sister because we love each other as deeply as any husband and wife out there.  You have spent your whole life with us.  Did you ever suspect we were anything other than a normal family?


“Because we are a normal family.”

Trisha lay there looking at her father’s body in the growing gloom.  She fastened on his eight inch cock with his sperm making balls in their sack underneath.  It suddenly occurred to her that this was the cock that had fucked her mom and that these were the balls half of her had once been inside.  It was such a naughty thought that she felt butterflies in her tummy and a tingling in her crotch.  It felt like her new pussy hairs were standing on end.


“You said you started having sex when you were eleven.”


“Who with?”

“Trisha, until tonight there has only been one woman in my life.”

“You mean you started fucking your sister when you were eleven?”

“That’s a little crude but then we were a little crude at your age.  All we knew is that sex was fun and we wanted to know what it was all about.  It started out with us masturbating in front of one another.  Then we heard about oral sex—“


“Yes, blowjobs.  And that satisfied us for awhile—“

“Satisfied YOU maybe since girls give guys blowjobs!”

“Guys give girls blowjobs, too.”

“They do?  How?  A girl doesn’t have a cock to suck on.”

“Spread your legs.”

At that moment, Joe knew there would be another woman in his life as he showed he daughter how a man could use his tongue for more than talking.  Trisha at twelve was as juicy as her mother had been and she had a bigger clit.  As he administered to he orally he shifted her to the middle of the mattress. 

Trisha was experiencing things she hadn’t felt before.  The thought that this was her dad and her uncle at the same time made her even hornier.  She welcomed it when Joe left her pussy and started to kiss his way up her belly to her newly forming tits, sucking each one into his mouth and twirling his tongue on her nipples.    Then he was kissing her as the cock she had come from plowed into the pussy it had created.  She winced as it conquered her virginity but the pain passed in an instant and she was left with the pleasure of fullness.  Her dad’s cock was all the way in and the tip kissed her cervix while their pubic hair meshed and her clit was deliciously mashed between them. 

Joe wanted his daughter to enjoy herself and held off coming until he had counted at least two from her.  Then, at the limit of his endurance he let loose with a personal record of eight strong pulses of potent babymakers.  He was unaware that Trisha had started having periods five months before and that her last one had ended two weeks before making this her time of greatest fertility.  Trisha knew about her periods but like many girls her age believed that somehow a girl was magically prevented from getting pregnant during her first sexual act.  And like many girls before her she was equally wrong.

They were too tired to hear the climaxes exploding around them.  In the morning they repeated the performance before heading to the lake where the others were already cleaning up after the nights exertions.
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« Reply #6 on: July 26, 2010, 02:37:50 AM »

Must continue this story. So many possibilities! Please continue.

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« Reply #7 on: September 14, 2010, 05:15:58 AM »

Very good!  Very timely and correct biblically.
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« Reply #8 on: September 14, 2010, 05:37:18 AM »

All of JohnDough's stories are very good.

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« Reply #9 on: January 31, 2011, 09:16:32 PM »

More please

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« Reply #10 on: February 01, 2011, 12:35:21 AM »

Thought this was the biblical version of Lot and his daughters...whoops!!!
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« Reply #11 on: February 02, 2011, 06:42:31 AM »

"Do they think that men want to have sex with ten year olds??"

well, now that you mention it...  emot_laughing
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« Reply #12 on: February 02, 2011, 06:51:00 PM »

Thought this was the biblical version of Lot and his daughters...whoops!!!

Of course you did, Ray. Yeah, that's the ticket. smile

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« Reply #13 on: March 11, 2011, 12:17:49 AM »

Your stories are always so great. Lots of detail and character. Very believable. I look forward to more (if my poor clit can take it ! LOL)
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« Reply #14 on: March 12, 2011, 08:41:47 PM »

just to nitpick, why would Pakistan nuke us?
India seems like the more logical choice

also, why would the air force be heading towards Russia?
contrary to what Sarah Palin says, the Cold War is over
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