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(M/f- teen, ped, 1st, inc, preg) *** I was 13 when my father "kidnapped" me from my mother and took me to Florida to witness history. Before their divorce, my father often took me into the back yard to look through the telescope at the stars and planets and the pockmarked surface of the moon. I often fell asleep in his arms in his makeshift observatory. In July of 1969 I had just celebrated my 13th birthday. My periods were regular since I was eleven and mine ended on July 2nd. My father and mother had been divorced for a year and I loved every minute I got to spend with dad. Nothing inappropriate ever took place between us until that July morning so many years ago. I had been scheduled for a visit to dad's on July 4th but my mom had contacted our social worker and called off the visit because we were going to her new boyfriend's family to celebrate the holiday. The following weekend she and her boyfriend had scheduled us for a cruise. I was needed because they got a discount as a family. Not that she noticed whether I was there or not. On Saturday July 10th my father showed up at the door and I grabbed my suitcase and ran to his VW bus and we left Minnesota for Florida. We arrived at Cape Kennedy around 4 on Tuesday evening and were able to find a place to park within 4 miles of the launch pad of Apollo 11. That night was surreal with campfires up and down the beach and all around us. We introduced ourselves as Mr. and Mrs. Smith and my father was subjected to suspicious looks from all the females around us and I was subjected to looks of jealousy and admiration from the men. My dad let me drink with everyone else and I went to bed sometime around 11. The next morning I awoke to my father holding a copy of LIFE magazine in front of my eyes with last December's Apollo 8 picture of "Earth Rising". I realized I was naked in my father's bed and from what I could feel of him pressed against my back, he was naked as well. "I love you, sweetheart," he said and at that moment I loved him deeply as well. He had his arm over my hip and his hand was caressing my pussy and his finger probing my virgin entrance. "I love you, too, dad." "I love the feel of your body next to me." "I love yours, too." "Then it's time we took this to the next step and cement our love in a physical union." I rolled over to face him. "I'm not sure I'm old enough to have sex, dad." "Look down at your beautiful pussy, honey." I did and I saw three of his fingers sliding in and out of me. The three of them together were about equal to the girth of my father's cock which was now standing rock hard 10 inches out of his belly. When he pulled his fingers out I felt an emptiness I had ever known so I did not object when he rolled me onto my back and put that cock into me. An inch or two at first and then with slow in and out thrusts he moved deeper until he was all the way in and I could feel his pubic hair tickling my clit before it was mashed between our pelvic bones and his full balls slapped my bottom. Balls I knew were still very potent and very capable of giving me a baby. We were parked with the van's bed window facing the launch pad where another giant phallic symbol stood pointing toward the heavens. Dad slid the curtain open leaving us visible to everyone who walked by but no one noticed us because they were all facing the rocket. I had my first cock induced orgasm the moment I saw the rocket and felt dad's cockhead kiss my cervix. After giving me a moment to get used to the feel of him inside me, he pulled back and began a long slow fuck allowing me to savor every inch of him as he moved in and out. After ten minutes he began to speed up the pace. I had had three more orgasms and didn't want this to ever stop but I knew that a man didn't have his orgasm until he ejaculated and I knew dad hadn't done that yet. As he moved faster his breathing started to change and his eyes seemed to glaze over. He seemed to be trying to hold back but I wasn't sure why until he slid the window partway open and I could hear the loudspeaker broadcasting over the area. "10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... Lift off!" In the same moment I felt my father swell and twitch inside me and a sort of liquid lava wash over my cervix, the sky lit up and the ground literally shook as that beautiful rocket streaked into the sky. I knew I would never be going home to mom anymore. I was dad's. We lay there with his cock inside me not caring who could see us through the window and watched that fiery arc until it was completely gone. I knew at that moment that I had indeed been impregnated in a glorious convergence of personal and historical importance. We got up and got dressed without anyone noticing us and dad took me to a local motel that had a pool and a color TV. We followed the journey on that TV and whenever something significant took place we would get naked and feel each other up until I was so horny I wanted him but he told me we had to wait for the right moment. I got great pleasure from the capsule and lunar module hooking up, more when they entered lunar orbit and Sunday the 20th was very special when they separated and the lunar module landed at around 4:15 but still dad wouldn't complete the act again. At 10:15 that night we were at it again and the reassuring voice of Walter Cronkite was describing what was happening in that tiny spacecraft as men prepared to set foot on a heavenly body other than earth. This was the moment that dad had been waiting for as he ate me out and finally slid himself inside me. Again he fucked me slowly to start with until they started talking about leaving the capsule and moving down the ladder. We picked up the pace and when we finally saw that grainy image of a white space boot and leg come down the ladder I could feel dad was ready. "That's one small step for man but a giant leap for mankind." And a humongous fuck for womankind I added in my head as I exploded in ecstasy as my father exploded inside of me for the second time. I could feel my muscles working to milk him for every drop he had to offer and then to keep him in me when he finished. Not that he seemed in any hurry to pull out. Having tied my sex life to those two landmark moments in our history dad decided that anytime was the right time. Half an hour after the moonwalk started we came out of the shower and went to bed. We cuddled up in the spoon position and soon his rocket was hard and he was slipping into me from behind. We were watching the events on the moon as he brought me off two more times before I felt him blast inside me again. He made no move to pull out as he grew soft inside me and I made no move to pull him out. In a few moments I heard his gentle snoring and then I drifted off to dreamland with his cock cork stopping his babymakers escaping from my love chamber. We called home later in the week when mom and her boyfriend were scheduled to return from the cruise. She agreed to let me stay with dad which surprised us. We later found out that she had married the boyfriend and was pregnant and he wanted to have his family around and not some second hand brat from her first husband. I often wonder if he ever knew that the "second hand brat" had thought him sexy and considered seducing him some day? Oh, well, his loss was dad's gain. Nine months later Apollo was born. His middle name? Eleven, of course. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 72