Copyright  1999,   Mark E. Dassad.  ALL Rights Reserved

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Original posting date: 
Saturday PM, March 03, 2001

A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: memories.txt
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Story_codes: M/f dad/daut inc cons

Story_intro: This is an old story, one that has been frequently reposted here under the title "The Family Room."  However, the "Family Room" story is actually the
*second* part of a story that was also written in the early 1990s.  The first part, called "The Penis' Prerogative," hasn't been distributed
across the Net nearly as far as the second part.  So this repost brings both parts of the story together.  A third part was written, as well...but
it appears to have been lost.

New story, old topic, these latest ones are for my sixth grade gym
teacher who liked the attention from all thos 11 year old girls, the
perv 8) Fun things to fantasize, not an endorsement, and all that.

this means:

Incest, Father Daughter, exhibitionism, definitely consenting, and not
only that, proof-read and subject to a few re-writes.

In case you're not interested a thoughtful "^L":

(C) 1993  Mark E. Dassad.    May be reproduced and  redistributed
    un-edited and  un-altered in electronic format for NON-PROFIT
    ONLY  with this notice intact.  The author reserves the right
    to sell paper copies at huge profit to the disconnected.  Any
    other use constitutes fraud, and you'll be hunted down like a
    dawg and violated if you violate this. Okay you can fix typos,
    but only if you send me corrections.

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Part 1: The Penis' Prerogative

His sleep was heavy, as if drugged. It came from depression though. A deep
stupor causing hime to sleep heavy and dreamless. But, he found himself
rising from it . 

Waking to the quiet sounds of a sleeping household, the refrigerator
humming to itself in the pre-dawn stillness he rises groggily to pee,
absently pondering this mis-feature in human design, the eight-hour sleep
cycle coupled with a seven-hour water tank. 

It is nearly time to rise and start the day and his mind wanders back to
the empty spot where his wife had lain until she disappeared nine or so
months ago;  half hoping her body will eventually turn up in a ditch
somewhere so that he can be _free_ of her, somehow certain she simply ran
off one afternoon, took the cat and fled her dreary existence with him
and his _job_ and his _mortgage_ and _car payments_ and receding hairline
and all the other trappings of adulthood, of responsibility. 

And he wanders over the memories of the body that had lain next to him all
those years, the smooth firm flesh that had been his privileged pleasure,
the curve of her slender soft ass, how well their two bodies fitted
together after all the years of adjustment, of fine tuning to each other's
needs, recalling the soft warm feel of her interior as he had nestled
inside of her... 

His cock hardens in memoriam, and it cannot help but remind him of the
soft younger version of _Her_ sleeping in the upstairs bedroom with the
smaller one that _She_ had always said looked a lot like him, if he'd been
a girl of course. 

He curses the day she left them and he curses her memory as his feet pad
softly up the carpeted stairs into the room where the two girl children
lie sleeping in their white painted beds, the room overflowing with
ruffles and lace and... girl things, _Her_ legacy. 

His dancing penis draws him toward the long-haired one as it seems
increasingly wont to do as _Her_ memory fades in deference to the reality
of the beautiful young thing, here, in the present, with the soft pink
lips and wide dark eyes and long brown hair and slender, strong, firm
legs, beautiful plump nipples swelling with the first indications of
childhood's end.  As this creature's reality becomes so very apparent to
the pulsing flesh peering from his loosely wrapped terry robe he sits down
gently on the edge of her bed brushing the long soft strands of hair from
her face as she sleeps quietly on her stomach breathing softly, her mouth
a small delicate "oh" in the pre-dawn quiet. 

Gently, very gently, he shifts so he is stroking her hair, running his
hand down the back of her oversized Garfield nightie, slowly drawing the
sheets away from her body, revealing strong tanned legs splayed casually
in sleep one knee drawn towards her chest so that when he draws her
nightie up her beautiful plump pussy is just barely exposed. Her round
white buttocks, a perfect tan-line arcing hig  across her hip bone, a
perfect transition line of brown and white drawn across her back at the
very point where her buttocks begin to part, his dancing penis wills his
fore-finger to collect the dewy dribble of pre-cum oozing from its eye
and trace the border-line from the cleft of her plump young pussy across
her hip. 

She rouses, startled, when his moist, large rough finger pushes at the
sensitive flesh of her sex, tracing outward along the crease where
buttock meets leg, rolling onto her side, his finger jerked away from the
sweet spot; the penis driving these actions starts nervously, shrinks in
fear to hide beneath the folds of his opened robe. 

She smiles sleepily, glancing over at the child sleeping soundly in the
bed barely an arm's length away. 

"Daddy..." 

The penis, re-assured, convinces him to press his advantage and he leans
over her, pushing gently on her hip so that she is lying on her back, his
hand moves slowly, gently, pulling up the night-dress, exposing her plump
smooth sex to the cool morning air as his body leans over her, shifting,
placing his scratchy lips against her warm forehead, leaning over her,
resting on his elbow brushing the hair from her face, drawing his lips
lovingly down the bridge of her nose, his rough thumb reaching between the
triangle of her sex easily finding the pleasure button, pushing
insistently at it with his thumb as the rest of his fingers push between
her legs now parting invitingly as the little kernel of pleasure at the
top of her young hairless gash hardens almost imperceptibly his mouth
covers hers, his tongue probes between her lips, gliding along the roof of
her mouth the soft pink sides of her cheeks so smooth and moist like the
tender new skin hidden, buried between her legs. 

She moans appreciatively, humps back at the hand stroking her sex,
thrusting her tongue back into his mouth, neither are concerned with the
child stirring in the bed next to them, roused from a deep sleep by the
un-mistakable sounds of lust. 

They know only this pleasure, a special stolen pleasure that they have
shared more and more frequently in the time since _She_ left them, in the
time since he first began noticing the oldest girl's nipples swelling
beneath her t-shirts, in the time since the _penis_ began contemplating
the possibilities of her maturing body as his hands roamed over her in
their playful tickling games, stiffening with an adult-sized lust as her
ripening body slithered across his in their innocent wrestling, the penis
rubbing itself stiffly, against his will, over her smooth firm young
body, yearning for the freedom to enjoy _adult_ games with the beautiful
creature _it_ had helped to create. 

Moving slowly, slipping his robe off to let it slide to the ground in the
narrow space between his bed, one hand and then the other pleasuring the
beautiful girl writhing and moaning caught up in the novelty of a
physical pleasure until recently unknown, he has moved so he is kneeling
between her limber young legs, still rubbing at her pubis his tongue
intertwined with hers she gasps as he pushes her night-dress up under her
armpits, lifts herself off the bed to hastily pull it off over her head
as he continues to work adeptly at her loins.  She gasps again as two
rough fingers push into the moist dark hole between her legs , humps
appreciatively, pushing herself against the thumb working wetly against
her tiny button, her nightshirt landing discarded atop his robe she places
her mouth against the tight hard nipple protruding from his matte of
greying chest-hair and it is his turn to gasp, a low guttural moan of
pure animal need. 

His fingers press into her channel and the hard throbbing life-form
between his legs know that after months of longing and preparation, it is
_finally_ time. 

The fingers are withdrawn and she moans, disappointed, until the penis
begins rubbing, not gently, but lustfully, insistently, tapping urgently
at the entrance to her young delights she reaches up to stroke at his
nipples as the penis glides wetly along the pink split of her young cunny
until it can stand it no more: it leaps into the abyss, driving through
the tight narrow opening, spreading the delightful creature wide as it
tears open this fresh package of pleasure for the very first time; she
shrieks at a sharp burning pain somewhere inside her, between her legs,
and a wetness between the cheeks of her buttocks.  She feels the penis
driving into her opening her up more intimately than she had envisioned
it it feels as if he will split her in two and she clutches him to her
chest, rubbing her tender gum-drop nipples against his hairy chest
concentrating on th e contrast of her smooth pink skin against his
masculine roughness as he moves urgently, leaning on his elbows, working
rhythmicly he towers over her smelling of sweat and sex she feels the
thing begin moving deep inside her belly and the pain of her abandoned
virginity slowly, oh so slowly begins to resemble pleasure. 

It fills her, stretches her, she feels his wiry bush tickle her own
hairless pleasure centers as he plunges into her, marvels at the feel of
his hairy body moving roughly against her nakedness, lurching violently,
driving into her, opening her up, stretching her young cunt to near
splitting each time the penis pushes up into her, _demanding_ she
relinquish to him the pleasure her firm young body encompasses. She rides
the building wave of ecstasy, exulting in the way his driving lust pushes
her roughly about on the bed, marvelling at the rasping sounds of cotton
sheets twisting beneath their humping bodies, opening her legs as wide as
she can, inviting him to split her wider, penetrate deeper as an urgent
pressure seems to build in the pit of her groin, begging for a release
she has not yet imagined is possible. 

He marvels at her passion, the penis swelling with pride as her pain gives
way to pleasure it senses that she is in the end enjoying the ride and it
quickens the pace; they are moaning and grunting, thrashing back and
forth, the headboard slamming rhythmicly against the wall, neither notices
or cares that the young child in the adjacent bed has been watching
intently as the young beauty and her father rut frantically only scant
feet away, neither is aware of any existence extending further than the
pit of their groin or the pleasure center of their brain as their grinding
genitals are making sticky wet noisy frantic sex. 

He feels a burst of intense pleasure at the back of his head, more intense
than any of the jolts he's ever gotten from a line of even the purest
coke... his testicles are snapped tight swollen to near exploding and
semen spews the length of his prick, splashing thick and hot into the
entrance to her unripened womb, leaking from her narrow channel, squeezed
out by his frantic humping, his sperm continues spewing into her interior
until at last he pulls out, exhausted, dribbling the last bit of
ejaculate. 

He leans over his fresh-fucked girl licking and sucking at her beautiful
nipples, rubbing at her moist pussy lips she humps wildly as one jolt of
pleasure after another courses through her limber young body, she cries
out wildly, wailing, almost tearful as successive jolts of unimagined
ecstasy tear through her young loins her hips thrust violently into the
space between their bodies, as he watches, awe-struck, her tight cunt
spasming and twitching uncontrollably her lust-driven cries finally
weakening, pleasure subsiding, turning to sweet sweaty exhaustion. 

He rolls so they are lying, exhausted, side by side, squeezed into the
narrow space of a twin bed, stroking each other in the afterglow of their
animal passion.  She leans up on an elbow to glance in the direction of
the little sister who is sleeping _intently_, rigidly, her small body
turned away from the two bodies sharing the bed next to her, illuminated
by the grey light of approaching dawn. 

The newly created _woman_ giggles childishly at the thought of the little
one witnessing their violent _fucking_, and kisses her father wetly and
loudly full on the lips. 

He smiles at her, so like the mother must have been at that age, still
lusty up until the moment she disappeared.  He whispers that they will
likely have to discard the sheets, as there is much sperm, and blood,
proof of her virtue. 

Gathering his robe he pads softly from his girls' room; passing the boy's
room on his way back downstairs he believes he hears the unmistakable
sounds of masculine self-pleasuring, and he smiles again as he prepares
to start the day. 

The guilt will not happen till much later when the brain has forgotten the
penis' prerogative. 

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Part 2: The Family Room

Curled next to him on the couch reading some new novel, a teen romance
from the school library.  Her appetite for them seems insatiable to him as
he peers sidelong at her over the top of his reading glasses, pretending
to read the paper as he stares possessively at her long tanned legs, so
smooth and brown, stretching sideways away from his body, out from under
one of his t-shirts that she has adopted as a nightgown; he smiles as he
watches her, lost in her book, twirling one long brown strand of hair
around the end of her finger, brushing the soft ends across her mouth, her
shoulder resting soft and warm against his elbow his penis longs to feel
more of her young body snuggled against him, it is still so eager to
explore the blossoming fruit of her loins, so recently unfolding before
its very eye... 

The brother is lying face down on the floor at their feet, absorbed in
some television program involving lots of grinding metal and squealing
tires and machine gun fire, a reward for finishing his homework and
helping clean up after dinner. The little sister has been packed off to
bed an hour ago, already asleep. 

He enjoys these times with the children, he has grown accustomed to the
empty spot in his bed since _She_ left them, a long time ago now, he
thinks, almost a year.  And the girl, the delightful creature so warm and
soft, so close... she has become a welcome comfort... 

He rustles his newspaper on the pretext of turning the page; really, he
wants the girl's attention, and she does not disappoint, she turns her
head to look up at him, hair poised in mid-stroke across her lip he smiles
down at her and rests the paper in his lap to pet her soft silky locks,
running his arm down the side of her body, her exposed skin cool to his
touch she snuggles against him closing her book, tossing it lightly onto
the brother's back. 

"Hey!"  the brother does not turn to look at the two figures on the couch,
merely twists, irritated, shrugging the book onto the floor, shouts at the
TV as the bad guys apparently are gaining the advantage... 

She smiles up at him again, a smirking, mischievous grin, giggles softly,
snakes a delicate hand under the newspaper.  He moans softly as his penis
swells expectantly, hugs her closer to him, sliding his hand down the
smooth cool length of her hip, stroking possessively running his rough
worn hand down the side of her firm young calf, marvelling at the feminine
combination of strength and delicateness;  she reaches her other hand into
the space between his back and the couch, and he moans softly -- she
giggles wickedly and slips her hand lower, down into the back of his
sweatpants, tickling his buttocks, wiggling a slender finger into the
crack of his ass, stroking the hair between his cheeks, somehow always
freshly amazed at how hairy he is. 

Unable to suppress a grunt of pleasure he is thankful the television is so
loud, the boy so engrossed...  He would have to admit he enjoys this
wicked game they have played almost nightly since finally consummating
their forbidden lust, pushing each other to gasp and betray their sexual
arousal in front of one or the other of her younger siblings...  He
strokes his hand up the back of her legs, pushing up the back of her
t-shirt -- his day-old t-shirt; she has been swiping them from his
laundry, she says they smell of their passion and remind her of him when
she is alone in bed after his visits... 

Her buttocks are fully exposed to the lewd attention of his roaming hand,
should little brother happen to turn around from his program, but he
watches even the commercials, and it is her turn to gasp as his strong
warm hand cups her left cheek she nestles half-prone, snuggling
comfortably against his side; he barely manages to suppress a childish
giggle as she sticks her tongue out at him, whispering ribald suggestions
as his thick fingers push down between her buttocks, groping forward to
brush at the downy fuzz sprouting on her plump young pussy. 

She increases the intensity of her own groping under cover of newspaper,
slipping her hand into the privacy of his pants boldly grasping the stiff
hard flesh sprouting from his hairy bush; they are now whispering and
giggling, grunting and pawing at each other's genitals; writhing in the
beginnings of a bold passion he has turned to face her, the newspaper cast
to the carpet his monstrous erection making a tent of the front of his
sweats she has crawled into his lap and is rotating her pussy around the
head of his prick, exulting in the feel of rubbery hard flesh pressing
soft fleece against her throbbing clit, the fat head of his penis pushing
hungrily, eagerly, at the opening of her young cunt she is staining the
soft fabric with her slippery wet juices pre-cum oozing from the eye of
his prick soaking through from the other side she sucks hungrily at his
mouth, pulling at his lower lip the stiff bristles of his moustache
tickling her nose, moving upward to slip her tongue along the roof of his
mouth, he thrusts his own tongue wetly back back against hers, licking and
sucking at her face their tongues intertwine their hands roam frantically
he gropes the front of her body through flimsy cotton jersey, plucking and
grasping at the barely noticeable swelling around her plump nipples, she
yanks up his t-shirt to run her fingers through the dense gray hair
covering his firm chest, basking in his utter *maleness*, revelling in his
*adulthood*... 

He reaches behind her buttocks, pulling up the shirt that has slipped down
around her hips to cover her nakedness, brushes a thick rough finger
gently against the tight little sphincter of her anus and she moans
softly, lifting herself up on her knees, straddling his lap, reaching down
between their undulating bodies their mouths still interlocked she pulls
at the front of his sweatpants --- his cock springs free and before he is
aware of what is happening she has mounted him --

He moans, loudly, grunting feverishly as he feels her impossibly tight
young pussy sliding hotly down onto his thick shaft working her strong
muscle her vagina grips him tightly, pulling and stroking him continuously
as she slides down onto him he groans, a jolt of pure electric pleasure
travelling up and down the length of his cock as the head of his penis
presses against the opening to her young womb, her smooth cool buttocks
slapping against the hot hairy top of his thighs... 

Suddenly, awkwardly aware of his sounds of animal pleasure echoing around
the quiet room. 

They turn toward the blank gray television set, gaze uncomfortably at the
boy who is seated cross-legged in the middle of the floor staring
wide-eyed at the couch where his sister is straddling his father's lap her
hands on his shoulders, the t-shirt around her hips not quite hiding the
sight of the fat cock planted firmly in her cunt, spreading wide her pussy
lips. 

The girl stares intently at her little brother, licking her lips wickedly,
staring fixedly at the noticeable hard-on poking at the front of little
brother's pajama bottoms.  She giggles fiendishly at him, he is only a
year beneath her in school, but to her he is the little brat, and slowly,
sensuously, still staring at her brother, she raises her hips, her
father's cockhead sliding away from the entrance to her womb she begins to
ride the prick embedded in her twat -- the father has closed his eyes,
unable to resist the pleasure of his daughter's body and the two laugh
wildly, uncontrollably, he lifts his hips up off the couch to stab up into
her young body as she lowers her hips towards his arching prick --

The boy sits transfixed, watching for a long moment as the two bodies meet
in mid-air, undulating in an accelerating, animalistic fucking frenzy. 
His small young cock is straining against the fly of his thin cotton
pajamas and he races from the room red-faced, angry at being laughed at,
confused at the sensations the sight of their copulating has aroused in
his own body... 

The girl turns her attention back to the man whose cock she is sitting on,
and she begins to ride her father hard, sliding up and down along the
length of the meat that is lustily prying open the intimate delights her
young loins encompass -- her leg muscles are young and strong and she bobs
the lower half of her body in a furious rhythm, meeting her father's
upward thrusts in a violent mid-air collision. 

She cannot help but cry out as waves of pleasure rise in her groin from
the pressure on her clit the pleasure building deep inside her belly where
the head of his prick is causing cascading waves of ecstasy she twists her
hips, finding that special spot for his cock-head to probe her passion
grows in fury her cries resemble the wild noise of a rutting beast he is
moaning nearly as loudly, grunting wildly as with each successive
traversal of the penis in her vagina she works her interior muscles,
milking and stroking the hard muscle that he is pounding wetly between her
legs

The father is lost in his own pleasure, clutching his daughter tightly
against his chest, longing to feel her smooth nakedness against him there
is no stopping this thing they have started there is no energy left to
dis-robe her there is no part of his brain not overcome with raw pleasure
he cannot contemplate the consequences of their blatant exhibitionism he
can only thrust up into his beautiful young daughter, harder and more
lustfully as she works his cock with her pussy muscles, their cries of
lusty pleasure have become one voice and he can only thrust violently
upward, spearing into her, his single goal in life to spew his seed up
into her delicious, tight young cunt, exult in the sensation of the downy
softness of her pretty pink mound as it sliding along his hairy belly in
their reckless union. 

Moaning, gasping, sweaty and exhausted, hoarse from their loud
declarations of their passion, he believes he feels her pussy spasm
against the surging pistoning length of his cock clutching at his shaft in
violent orgasm he is too caught up in the pleasure coursing the length of
his penis as he humps upward to be much aware of what she is
experiencing... by the grin spreading across her face he is quite certain
though that she enjoys it as much as he and he pumps his hips up off the
couch his cock swelling, filling her completely spreading her to
near-splitting his balls jerk and dance in their sack as their jism
rumbles franticly surgin the length of his shaft spewing out the tip of
his prick sloshing wetly against the entrance of her immature womb
dribbling out around his softening prick...

He humps more slowly, more gently, still hugging her against him as their
bodies at last come to rest, exhausted, a tangled heap of sweat and body
fluid lying crookedly exhausted on the couch in the family room.

They lie quietly together for a while, stroking each other in the warm
afterglow of passion, though it is getting late, and they will both have
to rise early, she to catch the bus that she and little brother and sister
ride to the elementary school where she is in the sixth grade, he to make
the long tiring commute to the City. 

She rises slowly, his soft prick slipping from inside her, the t-shirt
falling down around her hips as she reluctantly pulls herself off of his
lap and away from the wet remains of their love-making, away from the
incredible memory of pleasure now only suggested by his soft limp prick
lying exposed between his legs, his sweatpants around his hips. 

"I guess I better go to bed." 

She glances sadly at him as he reclines, exhausted, leaning contentedly
back in the couch. 

"There's room for you in my bed... if you want." 

Her brilliant smile lights his heart as he watches her skip off to the
master bedroom down the hall. 


















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