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                          Being Careful
                         An Erotic Story

     "Careful, Dan," called my mother to Dad, as she watched him 
enter my bedroom, "She's almost twelve years old now.  You might 
get her pregnant, if you're not careful."
     Dad just snorted.  As if he didn't know.
     I felt the bed sag as my father climbed into bed, then he 
was on top of me.  No feel-up and mess-around THIS morning.  We 
were both too horny for foreplay.  I spread my legs, and placed 
the head of Dad's leaking prick up against my hot little hole, 
that had also been leaking drools of arousal for over half an 
hour, as I had listened to what went on in the other room.
     It took only a second of fumbling, before I felt my father's 
penis slide home in the vagina he had created almost 13 years 
earlier in my mother's vagina by doing the same thing to her he 
was doing to me.  God, that felt good.  To feel your own father's 
prick sliding up inside you, is a pleasure few girls get to feel 
these days.  I feel sorry for those poor kids who are so 
neglected.
     At least Dad hasn't neglected me, since that day almost four 
years ago, with I had climbed into bed between him and Mother, 
and ended up sucking him off; to Dad's surprise, and Mother's 
astonishment.  Once she found out I WANTED sex from my own 
father, Mother never once objected again . . . except to warn us 
about things like me getting pregnant, that is.  For all her 
warnings, Mom seems to know how much I need sex, and makes sure 
that Dad helps me out by fucking me at least once a day, if not 
more.
     The first time I felt my own father's thick prick slide up 
inside my hot little hole, I was hooked.  As for when Dad came in 
me . . . .
     God, do I love fucking my father.  To feel his cock slide in 
and out, while I hunch up at him and squeeze his fat prick with 
my cunny as hard as I can, is indescribable.  Then when Dad get's 
violent towards the end, (like now) and starts jamming his prick 
in me harder and harder, as he approaches his climax . . . .
     Well, what can I say?  It's incredibly erotic to know you 
can make your own father feel this way, while at the same time 
YOUR orgasm just grows and makes a tighter and tighter knot in 
your belly, until you feel like you'll SCREAM, if your father 
doesn't squirt his sperm in you.  The thought of how dangerous it 
is to let him actually squirt his sperm inside your vagina, 
without any artificial barriers in the way, just adds to the 
thrill of fucking your own father.  The knowledge that your own 
father MIGHT get you pregnant, is more exciting than it is scary.
     Then, to hear Dad grunt, "Oh KC, I'm going to . . ." and 
know he is ready to pull out, to save you the humiliation of 
being an unwed mother, is too much.  No WAY would I ever let 
someone down, who loves me that much.  So, Like almost every time 
since I first started having periods, I locked my ankles around 
my father until he couldn't pull out if he really HAD wanted to; 
which I knew he didn't.


     Mother tells me it feels really GOOD to a man to ejaculate 
his seed in the vagina of a young girl like me . . . even (or 
especially) if he knew there was a chance she might get pregnant.  
Well, I don't know about THAT, but it sure felt good to ME, to 
feel Dad's body go rigid on top of me, and my cunny suddenly get 
slippery with his cum.
     Feeling Dad get off in me, was almost always enough to get 
me to cum too.  Sometimes I got off a little too soon, and I had 
to keep working until Dad came; and others I had to finger myself 
off afterwards (sometime with one or the other of my parents' 
help) but usually, either feeling me get off, got my father off; 
or feeling Dad ejaculate his cum in me, was enough to get me off.
     This time, it was the second way.  Feeling Dad jerk on top 
of me, then his slip-sliding become all slippery from the cum he 
was squirting inside me, was the last thing I needed to start 
jerking and thrashing underneath him, in response.  God, did that 
feel good.
     Only when Dad had ejaculated every drop of precious seed 
inside my hungry little womb, did he calm down enough to feel a 
little guilty.  "I'm sorry," he said, "I couldn't help it."
     "I'm not," I reassured him, "and I could have . . . I just 
didn't want to.  OK?"  I kissed Dad; enjoying the morning stubble 
of his cheek against mine.  "Thanks, Daddy," I said; using the 
name he liked to be called, when we made love.  "I like feeling 
your cum in me."
     "Yeah," he responded, "so do I . . . but we still 
shouldn't."
     "Don't worry about it," I said; pushing him towards the edge 
of the bed.  "Hadn't you better be getting ready to go?"
     "Maybe," he replied; though we both knew he did.  "I still 
hate leaving you like this."
     "Oh don't be silly, Daddy," I said; rubbing my belly in an 
obscene reference to the seed which we both know was inside me.  
"you know I don't mind.  In fact, I'm going to lay here for a 
while until it's time for me to get up; just to let it soak in."
     Dad left; still shaking his head at my response.  As he did, 
I heard Mother's question from the kitchen, where she was making 
breakfast.  "Well?" she asked.
     "Yes Dear; I was real careful.  I only gave KC what she 
wanted."
