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Centerfold Daughter
by Beating Off Bob ([email protected])

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Bob buys his favorite girly magazine only to find his
daughter and her best friend featured in the centerfold
spread. If that isn't bad enough, there's a strange
man's cock in his little girl's pussy. What's a father
to do? (Mff, ped, mf, bi, inc, mast, oral, exh, preg)

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Chuck Nelson hummed to himself as he approached the
news stand. The new issue of Playpen was out and he
always looked forward to that. It was a hard core porn
mag that had the best models in it, both male and
female, and he never failed to have ample jerk off
fantasies as he examined the mag during the month. In
fact, he liked them so much he hadn't thrown a single
one away in the two years he'd been buying them.

Ever since his wife had died, he hadn't had the stomach
for re-entering the dating game. He thought back to the
way things had been. He and Valerie had been quite
happy with their two teenaged c***dren. They hadn't
planned on another pregnancy, but when it had happened
they adjusted and began to look forward to having
another baby around the house. He'd walked a little
taller, knowing that, despite having teenaged c***dren,
he had knocked up his best girl with another baby. And
she'd k**ded him mercilessly, calling him 'Stud' and
'Bull Boy'.

And they'd planned a nursery, and thought of names and
all the things that went with his wife's swelling
belly.

But now, because of a drunk driver, she and the baby
were gone. It had hit him hard.

He couldn't imagine taking some woman into their bed.
But he did have needs. Mother hand and her five
daughters worked just fine for him as far as he was
concerned.

Speaking of daughters, it had been a challenge to keep
his various porn hidden from Melody. Her twin brother
too, for that matter. They were a loose family, all in
all, with little formality, and he had to choose his
jerk off times carefully or risk being caught taking
matters in hand, so to speak. Melody and Mark both
walked into his room without knocking whenever they had
something to discuss. Sometimes he jacked off in the
shower, but he couldn't use Playpen in there.

But tonight was clear sailing. Both Melody and Mark
were gone, decorating for the Prom, their last Prom
before they graduated and went off to do whatever they
were going to end up doing. Neither of them had stated
what plans they had. Both were good students, which was
good, because he spent so much time managing his
business that he had very little to spend with them.

He was making good money, enough to send both of them
to whatever college they wanted to go to. But they
hadn't said anything yet. He made a mental note to
confront them soon. It was way past time to be
investigating schools and making applications.

Anyway, tonight he had time to tease himself to a nice
hard orgasm with his new Playpen before either of the
k**s got home. First a shower, and something to eat.
Then... pumping iron.

He cleaned up, fixed a sandwich, watched the news and
then retired to his room. There was plenty of room on
the king size bed to spread himself and his magazine
out. He'd installed a special light that didn't glare
off the pages. Sometimes he felt foolish for the
lengths to which he went to have a good jerk off
session. He had felt like a loser at first, but as time
went on, he began to appreciate how fulfilling fantasy
could be for a single man. Besides, he had his orgasms
where he wanted them, when he wanted them, and
concerning whatever fantasy he wanted to orgasm to.
Nothing wrong with that.

Well, except for the ones he sometimes had about
Melody. He felt bad about those. She was so sweet and
innocent. She hardly ever went out on dates, and almost
never stayed out late unless she was double dating with
Mark. At home she wore the most scandalous things,
flimsy, see through, with no bra and sometimes no
panties, but when she went out she was always
conservatively dressed.

But he still thought about her as a lover sometimes.
She looked so much like her mother had at that age, and
it always made his loins ache when she laughed like
Valerie had, or tilted her head the way Valerie had.
She liked the same perfumes and soaps her mother had
too, and sometimes her smell took him back to the good
days.

Before the accident.

When he still had a beautiful wife, and lover. Just
thinking about it he'd have sworn he could smell the
Jasmine body splash Valerie had worn.

That's why he'd started buying Playpen. He'd stopped at
the news stand one night to get a Wall Street Journal
and had glanced at the one on display. He picked it up
idly and opened it to see a young looking girl with a
monster prick in her pussy. That prick had a white ring
of cum around it - the male had obviously cum in this
girl and had then fucked her some more.

He'd never seen anything that hard core or hot. He
bought that magazine and since then he'd had much
better luck dreaming about the girls who made
themselves available to him in the magazine, instead of
his sweet innocent daughter.

Of course he couldn't leave the mags laying around
where Mark or Melody could find them. They'd never
understand why he bought them, and he cringed at the
thought they'd ever find out what he did with them. So
he hid them in his shoe shine box in the closet. Well,
until it was full. Then he'd had to hide some under the
winter clothes in the cedar chest.

Now he had the latest issue on the bed in front of him.
He had stripped off his robe and was already lazily
playing with his cock. Just the anticipation of getting
a new fantasy was making him hard. He opened the mag at
random, near the center, where the hottest girls and
action usually were. He happened to open it right to
the centerfold.

Playpen had done it again. There were two girls, and
both were hot as could be.

The trouble was, one was Melody, and the other was her
best friend Cindy Thompson.

Oh, both of them were made up to look like women who
were twenty five instead of eighteen, and their hair
had been done in a way that was completely different
than usual. If you didn't see them almost every day you
might not recognize them, but Chuck recognized them
instantly. Melody had a funny shaped mole on her left
shoulder. It was right there in the picture. Cindy was
actually wearing her Freeburg High class ring!

He couldn't breathe. His eyes goggled. In one
photograph Melody was standing, her legs spread, with
Cindy between them. Cindy's mouth was wide open, to
catch the long string of silvery cum that was draining
out of Melody's pussy. Somebody had pumped a cupful in
her, based on the thick viscous rope that connected
Melody's pussy to Cindy's tongue. In a daze Chuck
turned a page.

There was Melody, laid back on a lounger, with Cindy
sucking on one of her distended nipples, while some
guy, probably the guy who was responsible for flushing
her pussy with his cum, fucked her brains out. He had a
BIG dick too... almost as big as Chuck's own.

Another picture had Melody facing the camera, a come
hither look on her face, as her spread legs beckoned
the reader to wade between them and plug his rampant
prick into her tunnel of love. In another Melody was
licking a bald pussy - probably Cindy's. He turned back
to the original picture. Sure enough Cindy's pussy was
bare as a baby's butt. His eyes flicked up to Melody's
again, leaking all that jizz. Hers was shaved too!

Frantically he looked at the other pages of the layout.
There were multiple shots of Melody and Cindy getting
royally fucked by the guy with the big dick, of them
riding on that dick, of the girls kissing and caressing
each other. But the one that hit him most, well, not
counting the centerfold, was the one with Melody and
Cindy leaning back on the lounge, side by side, holding
hands. One of Melody's legs was over Cindy's, so that
both girls could spread their legs. Both pink plump
naked pussies had pools of white cum dripping out of
them.

Chuck suddenly was aware of his cock. He hadn't touched
it since the mag had fallen open. But it was achingly
hard, harder than it had gotten when he was twenty two
and could fuck Valerie for hours. It was weeping precum
too, enough that the soothing feeling of that cum was
almost like the after effects of a real ejaculation! He
reached for it and wrapped his hand around it, in a
familiar grip. Then he looked back at the one where
some guy's sperm was dripping out of his daughter and
her best friend.

He gave his cock one jerk, and he blew his nut.

It went everywhere. It went on the bed, on the
magazine, some even making it to the floor. He rolled
onto his back as he realized he was hitting the
magazine, and another shot arced up and landed on his
chest. He covered the tip with his hand, and hot cum
oozed out between his fingers as his cock fired again
before it began to taper off. He was gasping and felt
dizzy.

He lay there for a good fifteen minutes, just thinking.
Cindy was over at the house a lot. Sometimes she stayed
overnight on a Friday night, if she didn't have a date.
He remembered that once she and Mark double dated with
Melody and... whoever she went out with. He'd never
actually met the guy. Other times Mark double dated
with others of Melody's friends. But who did Melody go
out with? Mark and Melody were always home by ten and
usually went right to bed, or watched a movie or
something.

He rolled back over and began to examine the photo
spread, now looking intently at the male in the shots.
None of them showed his face. He was muscular and
fairly young. No tattoos or scars or anything. His
chest hair and pubic hair were both brown, but that
wasn't odd.

Whoever this guy was, he had to die. He had put his big
fat cock in Chuck's sweet innocent daughter and had
shot his sperm in her. Yes...he had to die. Somehow
Chuck just knew that it was this guy who was
responsible for the whole sordid thing, pictures and
all.

But how to find out who it was. Obviously, Melody -
Cindy too, for that matter - wasn't nearly as innocent
as he had thought. He thought some more. When could
they have taken these shots? Stuff like that couldn't
be done in ten minutes. They had to have had hours to
do makeup and pose and all that kind of stuff. And even
if he confronted them with the pictures, would they
admit to this guy's identity? Melody knew him well
enough to know how he'd react. No way she'd tell,
because she knew he'd kill the guy and end up in
prison.

Chuck looked at the pictures again. He couldn't help
it. They were so HOT! His baby girl was a stone fox and
Cindy too. No doubt about it, they were Playpen
quality. He gazed at the sperm running from his
daughter's pussy.

Suddenly he felt a chill run down his spine and the
hair on the back of his neck stood on end. Melody was
only 17. While she wasn't technically a minor, surely
she couldn't get birth control pills without parental
approval, or at least knowledge. And HE certainly
hadn't approved. If someone had asked him what kind of
birth control his daughter used he'd have laughed in
their face.

Until today, anyway.

But she HAD to be on birth control. Maybe she got them
through the school. Yeah, that was probably it. These
days the school handed out condoms right and left. They
probably arranged for girls to get on the pill too.

Chuck got up, wadded up the bed linen and threw it in
the washer. He got a sponge and cleaned up the floor.
Then he took another shower. When he came out he saw
the magazine on his night stand. He couldn't believe
he'd left it there. It had shaken him that much. He
stashed it with the others in the cedar chest.

Then he went downstairs to watch some TV and wait up
for the k**s.

Especially Melody.

He awoke with a jerk when the front door closed. He'd
left the lights on, but had fallen asleep. He peered at
his watch. It was almost midnight.

"Daddy?" came his daughter's voice from the hall. "Are
you still up?"

He heard his son's deep bass voice, "No way. He never
stays up this late."

He turned his head as Melody stuck hers in the doorway
to the living room.

"Daddy! You ARE up!" she squealed. Then she frowned.
"Is anything wrong? Why are you still up?" She came
into the room.

Chuck didn't answer. He couldn't answer right then. He
stared at Melody. She looked exactly like she did every
other night. Her blond hair was tied back in a pony
tail. She had on a running suit - Fubu or something
like that, and white tennis shoes. She did NOT look
like the cum-soaked slut in the magazine.

"Daddy?" said his sweet, innocent, cum-soaked daughter.
"What's wrong Daddy?" She came further into the room.

Mark was right behind her. He too looked upset. "Dad"
he said. "What's up?"

Chuck shook his head. He couldn't get the vision of his
naked daughter out of his head. "Nothing" he said
shortly. "I just had a hard day. That's all." He forced
himself to look back at the TV. He had no idea what was
on, but tried to look like he'd been watching it.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw his son cup his
hand and make "I think he's been drinking" motions with
it to his sister. She looked all around the room,
apparently looking for empty glasses or bottles or
whatever, then shrugged her shoulders and jerked her
head at her brother.

"Well, we're done with the decorations. It looks pretty
good. I think I'm going to grab a shower and hit the
sack. "Night Daddy." She leaned over and kissed him on
the cheek about the same time as he turned his head.
She ended up pecking him on the lips instead. He felt
his cock lurch and tried to force his mind on other
things.

"Night baby." he said automatically.

Both k**s trooped off upstairs. Chuck sat there,
stewing.

The next morning was Saturday and Chuck got up early,
mostly because of the dreams he'd had the night before.
If dreams came true in another dimension, then both his
daughter and Cindy Peterson were even more cum-soaked
than ever, and pregnant to boot. And this time it was
HIS fault, not some faceless man with a big dick. He'd
have to wash his sheets again, but this time it was
from sweat.

He was standing at the stove making bacon and eggs when
Mark came in the room. He was dressed and obviously on
his way somewhere. He made a peanut butter sandwich and
left, munching on it. It suddenly occurred to Chuck
that he had an ally in Mark. After all, if Mark knew
that some guy had spewed sperm in his sister's pussy,
he'd want to kill the guy himself, right? "Mark, I need
to talk to you about something." he said, without
thinking it through any more than that.

Mark looked up. "OK, but make it quick. I've got to be
somewhere in twenty minutes."

Chuck started to say something, but he needed more
time. Anyway, he heard Melody coming down the stairs. A
split second later Melody wandered into the kitchen.
This morning she was dressed in what she called her
nightgown. It was, in reality, one of Chuck's old T
shirts. It had a picture of the band KISS on the front,
Gene Simmons' tongue hanging down to the bottom of the
shirt, with the words "Sex, d**gs, Rock and Roll" on
the back.

Chuck noticed that the tip of Simmons' tongue was
located right about where Melody's shaven pussy would
be behind that shirt. He'd gotten that shirt at the
first concert he and Valerie had gone to together.
They'd made love after the concert for the first time.
He'd been wearing that shirt when they started. In the
intervening years the shirt had been injured, with
holes and tears all over it, some repaired, some not.
As such, it was very comfortable, but also showed what
was under it in many situations.

"Morning Daddy" she said as she fished in the cupboard
for a bowl and some cereal.

"Good morning Melody" he said, somewhat stiffly. He
knew he was going to explode. He decided to try one of
the things he'd thought of the night before. "Melody?"
he said. She turned and looked at him. "I... ah...
there's this guy at work and his daughter is ready to
go on the pill, but he doesn't know which kind is best.
So I thought I'd ask you what kind you take, and how
you like them... you know... so I can tell him..."

It had sounded pretty suave when he'd thought of it. It
sounded pretty lame now. He looked at his daughter out
of the corner of his eye. She was staring at him, her
mouth open.

"Daddy!" she said in a shocked voice. "What a thing to
ask a girl this early in the morning!" She folded her
arms under her breasts and cocked one hip. She didn't
say anything at all for a moment. Then she turned her
back to him and began preparing her cereal. "I'm not on
the pill Daddy." she said in a completely normal voice.
"Mom said she used them for a while and they made her
retain water. Since she and I are built the same, I
figured they'd do the same for me. Anyway, I don't need
them." All this was delivered as if she was talking
about the weather or something. Then she turned her
head and made it obvious she was looking right at him.
"Not that it's any of your concern."

He almost choked. But right then Mark barked "Melody!
Don't you remember where we're supposed to be this
morning? You've only got ten minutes before we have to
go!" Melody looked at the kitchen clock. Her eyes went
wide and she yelped, running back up the stairs. Ten
minutes later Chuck was alone in his house again. He
knew if he went back upstairs he'd be staring at his
daughter's cum filled pussy while he beat off again. He
had to find something else to do.

He went for a run. A long run. He was getting out of
shape, he thought as he gasped for air two miles into
what he'd planned to be a five miler. It wasn't helping
though. His mind's eye kept going back to that sticky
white stuff oozing from his only daughter's puffy and
well-fucked cunt. And she WASN'T on the pill! All that
creamy sperm packed into, and running out of her pussy,
and she wasn't protected. What was she THINKING?

And WHY had she done it? She HAD to have been paid good
money for a spread like that. Maybe thousands. Cindy
too, for that matter. But she wasn't living beyond her
means. She spent only what he gave her in allowance as
far as he could tell. He began to doubt that it was
really her in the magazine. He turned for home.

Chuck stared at the pictures.

It was her.

There was no doubt about it. Cindy too. It was them. He
felt the urge to beat off again and forced it down. He
mowed the lawn. Then he weeded the garden. By the time
he'd cleaned out the garage he was so tired he thought
he might be able to take a nap.

He awoke a short time later to the sound of the front
door slamming and Mark yelling out. "Mel? Dad? Anybody
home?"

He saw Mark go by the doorway to the living room.
"Mark!" He barked. He modulated his voice. "I need to
ask you a question."

The teenager backpedaled to the doorway. "Shoot, Dad"
said his son.

"Where's Melody? Didn't she leave with you?"

Mark's eyes drifted away. "Yeah, we went shopping for a
birthday present, and then I dropped her off at
Cindy's. I thought she'd be home by now. Is that all?"

Chuck needed more information before he invited Mark to
join his hunt. "I need to ask you some questions. They
might seem strange, but trust me, OK?" When his son
nodded he went on "OK. Well, the thing is... you've
gone out double dating with Melody sometimes, right?"

Mark had a football in his hands. He threw it up in the
air, spinning it, and caught it again. "Yeah,
sometimes" he said.

"Who did Melody go out with?"

Mark caught the ball and didn't throw it again. "Huh?"
he said.

"Who did you sister go out with on those dates?"

Mark darted his eyes around the room. "Uh... gosh
dad... I don't really remember. You know. I was with my
own date. I guess I didn't pay that much attention."

Chuck wasn't buying it. "Come on Mark. You went to the
same place. Did the same things. Who was she with? Are
you telling me you abandoned her? Did you and your date
go off and leave her alone with some boy?" Chuck was
getting mad now.

"Dad! Chill out! No. I mean of course not. OK. Let me
think. Um... OK maybe it was Randy Stokes? Why Dad?
What's wrong?" Mark was looking at him queerly.

"Stokes!" Chuck said under his breath. "Randy Stokes.
Who is he? Where does he live? What's he look like?"
Chuck didn't know it, but he looked dangerous while he
asked these questions.

Mark backed up a step. "He's gone Dad. He moved away.
Last year. I mean this summer."

Chuck asked again. "What does this Randy look like?
Build? Hair? Stuff like that."

Again, had Chuck been thinking more clearly, he might
have found it odd that Mark didn't seem to be curious
as to why Chuck was obviously out to find - and
probably punish - one Randy Stokes. But, as we've
already established, Chuck wasn't up to par at this
time in his life.

"Gosh dad. I dunno. I guess he's kind of thin. You
know. Redish hair maybe? He's just a k** from school.
What's going on Dad? What are we really talking about
here?"

Chuck couldn't take it any more. "I think your sister's
been... sexually active." He couldn't bring himself to
say to his son that his sister had been fucked
bowlegged by some guy who filled her unprotected pussy
with his spooge.

Mark stared at him. "What?" he said.

"Your sister has had sex with somebody." said Chuck.
Had Chuck been in full control of his faculties, he
might have noticed that Mark's eyes were darting around
the room again. Further his breathing was shallow and
there was a bead of sweat starting to appear on his
forehead.

"Somebody." said Mark. "What do you mean - somebody?"
he said. It didn't occur to him that this was a
strikingly odd way to respond to what his father had
said.

"I mean some guy has had sex with your sister, Melody.
That's why I asked you who she's been seeing. I know
she's been having sex and I want to know who with."

"You mean you don't know who it was?" gasped Mark. Then
his face straightened "Um, Dad? I mean how do you know
and all? I mean that she's been... you know... doing
it."

Chuck thought about showing his son the pictures, but
he couldn't. "You'll just have to take my word for it.
There are... photographs. That's all I can tell you.
But I may need your help in finding this guy. I want to
have a long talk with him." he growled.

Mark said "Sure Dad, I'll help you out. Um... let me go
make a few calls right now." With that he bounded up
the stairs. Chuck heard the door to his room slam.
Suddenly, all the work he'd done caught up with him.
His nap had been short. He sat back down and drifted
back to sleep.

It was dark when he woke up. He glanced blearily at his
watch. Almost midnight. He levered himself up out of
the chair. Something had awakened him. What was it?

He heard a noise upstairs. Was Melody home? Something
made him creep carefully up the stairs. He heard
voices, but they were coming from Mark's room, not
Melody's. He crept closer. The door was closed, but
there was light coming out from under it. He could
almost hear the voices clearly now. One was female. He
put his ear to the door.

"Mel, NO! You're crazy! He's right down stairs. And he
KNOWS Mel!"

That was Mark talking, and he was using his pet name
for Melody. And it was Melody who answered him.

"You've told me that ten times. But he's asleep. Come
on Markie, I need it so bad. He won't hear us it we're
careful."

What was this? Was she on d**gs or something? What did
she need? And why would she need it from Mark?

"Mel, you promised he'd never find out!" whispered Mark
loudly. "You said he'd never see those pictures. But he
said there were pictures. It had to be in the magazine.
Remember this morning, when we did the second shoot?
Didn't Randy swear that you had full and complete
control of the negatives? He can't be selling those to
anybody else. You sighed a contract! I'm telling you
Mel, he saw that Playpen issue!"

Chuck's jaw dropped. Mark KNEW about the pictures! He
knew about PLAYPEN! What had he said about a 'second
shoot?' Before he could think about what that meant
Melody's voice came back.

"How was I supposed to know he'd pick up that magazine?
And the money was so good, we just had to do it. Mark,
we've got enough stashed away to go to any college we
want to. We've just got to stall him, that's all."

Mark came right back. "I don't think that's going to
work, Mel. He was mad as hell when he talked to me. I
mean he was ready to go out and find the guy in those
pictures and wring his neck right then and there."

"Well, we just can't let that happen, now, can we" said
his daughter. "I need to think about this. We need to
get Cindy in on this too. We don't want to blow this
now." For some unaccountable reason Melody giggled
after she said that.

"Mel" hissed Mark "I told you not now.

Melody laughed "OK, OK, I'm leaving. We'll talk to
Cindy tomorrow and come up with a plan."

Chuck had to make a quick escape as he heard his
daughter' footsteps coming toward the door.

Back in the living room he sat back in the chair and
pretended to be asleep, just in case someone came to
check on him. But his mind was awhirl. Mark knew about
the Playpen pictures! And Melody had signed a contract
with the magazine, or at least with somebody named
Randy. Was he the photographer? Or maybe the guy with
his dick in Melody's pussy? And "they" had made enough
money to go to any college they wanted to! Hadn't Mark
said something about a second shoot? The point was,
Mark knew who this guy was. And he hadn't admitted it.

Something was going on here, and Chuck intended to find
out what it was. He began to think. He needed a plan.

The next morning Chuck had one and he put his plan into
action. When Melody and Mark came down for breakfast he
was finishing up his own cereal. "Gotta run k**s" he
announced. "I've got a sales meeting that's going to
last all day. Probably won't be home until after dark.
You k**s OK alone today?"

Mark was looking at him oddly, but Melody smiled. "Sure
Daddy. We'll be fine."

Chuck left and went to a hotel he knew had an early
bar. He sat for two hours nursing scotch doubles,
waiting. He was sure that Melody and Mark would get
Cindy over to the house to "deal with" the fact that
Daddy knew Melody was getting stuffed with spunk. He
planned on sneaking in and listening to the
conversation.

Maybe they'd talk about the man whose cum-slicked prick
wouldn't leave Chuck's mind - no matter how much scotch
he drank. He made sure he didn't get drunk, though.
He'd need all his faculties about him for his mission.
He figured Melody and Mark would take their usual
leisurely two hours to actually get ready for the day,
and then call Cindy. It would take her half an hour or
a little better to get there. He planned on being in
position by then.

Chuck parked a block away from the house and walked
down the alley like he had business there. He ended up
at his back gate, by the trash cans. He opened the gate
quietly and slunk along the side of the garage. When he
peeked around he saw Cindy's Toyota sitting next to the
back door in the driveway. He quickly closed to it and
put his hand on the hood. Still warm. Good, she hadn't
been there long.

He knew if he went in the back door that it would
squeak, so he went to the basement window he'd rigged
last night and in seconds he was inside his basement.
Now to the stairs, carefully stepping over the third
one from the top. It squeaked too. He emerged into the
hallway and heard the murmur of voices upstairs. Now he
had to use only the sides of the stairs, because most
of the ones going up to the second floor made noise. He
heard a female's voice. It sounded odd somehow... full
of emotion.

By the time he made it all the way up he could hear
more clearly. A woman definitely moaned. Was someone
hurt? Then he heard Cindy's voice. "That is so hot" she
said. Her voice sounded husky... grown up somehow. It
was all coming from Melody's room. But where was Mark?

There was a groan from the room. A male groan. Heat
began to build in Chuck's chest. Could the girls have
invited the strange male over for fun and games while
Daddy was gone? He began to move forward. If that
bastard was in there with his prick stuffed in Melody
again, someone was going to die.

Now he was only three feet from the door. It wasn't
closed. Now he could hear movement of some kind in the
room. More moans and groans. His face flushed as the
heat rose. He thought about just barging in, but
thought he'd better get a look at the guy first. If he
was too big then he'd go for his pistol and come back.

Very carefully, Chuck moved half of his head around the
doorframe. One eye looked into Melody's room. That one
eye widened and Chuck stopped breathing.

Melody and Cindy were in the room. They were both
naked. Cindy was sitting in a chair facing the bed.
Melody was on that bed, on her back, naked thighs wide
spread, and the man was between them. That man's ass
was rising and falling between her thighs. He was
definitely fucking her.

What had stopped Chuck's breath was the fact that the
man was Mark.

From the angle he was at, Chuck could see between
Mark's hairy thighs, where his balls were hanging and
swinging. He could also see the thick stalk of Mark's
cock, where it was plugged into Melody's naked bald
pussy. About then Melody sighed "Oh Mark, here it comes
baby, I'm gonna cum.... oh yes... that's it... RIGHT
THERE... AWWWWWEEEE!!"

And, while Melody had what was obviously a massive
orgasm with her pussy wrapped around her brother's
thrusting boner, he began to react too. "OH YEAH, MEL,
ME TOO... OH YEAAHHHH!" Chuck gaped as those hanging
balls drew up an inch and Mark jammed his cock deep
into his sister's pussy. Then his ass cheeks clenched
and he grunted, three times in a row.

Chuck knew that each grunt signaled that a long rope of
thick white sperm was lancing into Melody's pussy...
her self-confessed unprotected pussy... where it was no
doubt being packed into her womb where it would do the
most damage possible.

Meanwhile, Cindy, who had been frantically rubbing her
own pussy while watching her friends fuck, squealed
"Save a shot for me Mark!" Like he was following the
direction of some author, Mark jerked his spitting cock
out of Melody and turned toward Cindy, who dove on his
cock like a starving c***d.

Her mouth swooped down onto his cock, capturing the
head and a couple of inches, while her hand jacked on
it, milking the rest of his cum into her mouth. Chuck
glanced at Melody, who lay there, her legs still wide,
thick white fluid oozing from her swollen pussy lips.
Melody lazily turned her head to watch the other two as
she rubbed that fluid right back into her pussy!

Chuck realized two things at that moment.

The first was that he had stumbled into the open
doorway, and was completely exposed to those in the
room. The second was that he had a killer hardon. In
fact he was harder than he'd ever been in his life. He
didn't understand what was going on, but it was the
sexiest thing he'd ever seen. He was breathing hard.
His hands were at his side, but it was all he could do
to keep them there. What he really wanted to do was
drop his pants and ease the pressure in that stiff
prick in his pants.

Cindy heard a noise at the doorway and looked. She
squeaked "Uh Oh!" about the time Chuck saw his daughter
lift one of her cum-soaked hands to her lips and begin
licking her fingers clean.

He suddenly felt light headed, and the room began to
spin. Then, there was blackness.

Chuck was first aware of the smell of Jasmine. It was a
nice smell. Then he realized his head was on something
soft and warm. It felt a little like skin, but that
couldn't be. Where was he?

Home.

He was sure he was home. Then it all flooded back into
his mind and his eyes snapped open. Right in front of
his face were two naked breasts, the nipples prominent.
Above them was the face of his daughter, concern
showing clearly. "Daddy?" she said softly "Daddy, are
you OK? Please Daddy, say something."

"You're naked" he said, realizing that this was
probably the single most stupid thing he'd ever said in
his life.

"Yes Daddy." she said seriously. "I AM naked. But I can
explain."

Chuck thought about what he'd just seen. "You can
explain." he said dumbly. "You can explain why your
brother's sperm is probably still soaking inside you
while my head lays on the pussy HE JUST FUCKED!"

"YES!" came a male bark. "She CAN explain." Chuck
looked. There was Cindy, also still nude, and Mark, who
now had on boxers, kneeling near him, side by side.
Despite what Mark had said, he looked a little confused
as he followed up. "Right Mel?"

Chuck tensed his abdomen, trying to sit up. His face
ran into his daughter's naked breasts. "Let me up" he
mumbled. Melody's hands pressed gently onto his
shoulders as she leaned over. She almost stuck a nipple
in his mouth. "Will you listen?" she said.

When he nodded she let him sit up. He didn't know where
to look, and realized that despite losing
consciousness, he still had a raging boner. He decided
that sitting on the floor wasn't so bad after all, and
bent over, trying to hide it. "OK, I'm listening." he
said.

"I wanted to have a baby" she said. She looked at him.
"I wanted to have a Nelson baby."

Chuck stared. He heard the words, but he couldn't
understand them. "What?" he said.

"When Mom died... and the baby... you crawled in a hole
and stayed there. I wanted to give you a Nelson baby. I
know it won't replace the one you lost... that WE
lost... but I thought we could raise it... in memory...
of them" she finished.

"A Nelson baby" Chuck repeated. Now he understood the
words, but they still didn't make sense. "Mark's baby."
he said softly.

"Well" she said. "That would be OK. I mean it WOULD be
a Nelson baby. But I really wanted... your baby Daddy."

Three people spoke at once. Mark said "What?!" Cindy
said "Oooooo Mel" and Chuck's head snapped toward her,
his mouth open. "Then why...?"

Melody held up her hands. "I know I should have just
said something, but I didn't think it would work." She
looked at her brother and friend. "And I owe you guys
an apology. I used you." They looked at her in
confusion. "I knew that to get Daddy's attention... I
mean to get him to see me as a woman... a possible
sexual partner, I had to make him see me that way. I
knew that after Mom died he started buying Playpen and
masturbating to the pictures."

All three of the others in the room now had mouths
hanging open. She went on. "So I talked Mark and Cindy
into posing in Playpen... so you'd see me... as a
woman." I knew you'd see it. I knew it would drive you
crazy, and that... something would happen.

"But what about the money?" croaked Mark. "You said we
needed the money for college, but that you couldn't let
some stranger have sex with you. You said not to worry
about you getting pregnant."

Melody looked at him calmly. "We DO need the money for
college. I WON'T let a strange man have my body. You
DON'T need to worry about whether or not I get
pregnant. If you get me pregnant, it's a Nelson baby.
That's fine by me. But I'd rather have Daddy's baby...
at least the first time.

Chuck couldn't get his mind wrapped completely around
what he'd just heard. "But in the magazine... you and
Cindy... I mean her pussy was full of spooge too."

"Oh that" laughed Cindy. "I've been in love with Mark
for years. I just want to have his baby, that's all. I
might even marry him if he asks me nicely. She glanced
at Melody. "I'm sort of in love with your daughter too,
Mr. Nelson."

"And what about all those dates you went on?" said
Chuck. "You mean none of those boys ever?"

Melody smiled ruefully. "There never were any dates
Daddy. Well, there were one or two, but they were
disasters. None of those boys compared with you and
Mark. So Mark and Cindy and I went out together and
told you we were double dating. I only tried Mark after
I watched him give a good thorough fucking to Cindy one
night. It was watching them that gave me the idea to
have a Nelson baby.

"This is crazy" stammered Chuck. "You can't do this.
You can't have my baby... or Mark's either. That's
insane. I won't hear of it!"

It was then that Cindy leaned over and put her hand on
the lump in his pants. "Excuse me, Mr. Nelson, but I
don't think your prick agrees with your brain." She
squeezed his erection.

"But... but... but!" he stuttered. It was too much. His
brain whirled, but he did nothing as the girls began
taking his clothes off. Then Melody sat on his naked
lap, her legs wrapped around his back, her breasts
pressing into his chest, and she kissed him. It wasn't
a peck. It was a lover's kiss and it swept him away. He
was vaguely aware that Mark and Cindy were lying on the
floor next to him and Melody as he pushed his daughter
back and crawled between her spreading thighs.

Then, like he was in a dream, he felt his stiff penis
slid effortlessly into his fantasy girl's well
lubricated vagina - lubricated with his son's semen. He
floated above himself as he rutted into his daughter
and she came all over his erect bone. He nodded to
himself as he felt his orgasm wash over him and his
prick jetted its precious cargo of thick sperm into her
womb. He heard the noises next to him that said Cindy
was getting her pussy stuffed with Marks sperm right
along with them.

He knew everything had changed. He knew this wouldn't
be the last time he fucked his daughter's brains out.
He knew he'd father several c***dren with her, and love
and raise them all. And the house was plenty big enough
for Cindy and Mark's k**s too.

As his last few virile spurts of seed flowed into
Melody, Chuck knew he'd bought his last Playpen.

END