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He rubbed his hands lovingly over his daughter's rounding belly, nostalgic for when she had distended her mother in this very same way.
His sweet little Mary, the adoring slut just for him. She had first thought she was in love with him when she was only ten, and he was her nearly thirty year old schoolteacher. Innocent Mary and her construction paper valentine, sweetly asking if perhaps someday she could be his wife. He'd spent the next three years teaching her what a wife was, and tiny closet-whore Mary had loved her 'biology tutoring' with a feverish addiction, slowly becoming so obsessed with his cock that she started making mistakes, taking risks, falling out of the closet in desperation to get back on her professor's prick, evermore obvious in her fuckslavish tendencies and bids for his attention. She would eventually have to be his wife, somewhere far away; she couldn't keep the secret well enough to be his mistress in her hometown.
All along, she had never known that she was being bred; she'd probably actually needed remedial biology classes for real, but she was only focused on pleasuring her teacher. Naive little Mary still thought babies came from marriage when her belly started growing with his Elsie. Just like her daughter, Mary had never gotten a real period. In the mother's case, there were only a few very early miscarriages, which were easily mistaken for the former. He fondly remembered his sweet personal sex toy excitedly telling him that her mother said she was going through 'the change', that she'd be a woman soon and ready to marry him like he promised. She still hadn't understood what was happening when their daughter started to fill her up, thinking she was getting fat and going through a short panicked anorexic stage before he got the truth out of her and intervened.
He always wished for a little girl of his own, a baby-slut like Mary or girls before her, but all his own right from the start, raised just right to be good for him and never tell. Whenever he came in a tiny underaged cunt, he imagined it finding the first little egg ever released into her womb and becoming his baby, and it made him harder than anything. When he realized Mary's tummy was growing bigger, he was immediately in love. Not with poor sweet Mary, who was still only his tool and toy, but with what he was completely and illogically certain was his daughter, growing inside the pre-teen belly.
The plan had always been to take her away once he knocked her up and she started showing, if early miscarriages didn't make her infertile like some before her and cause him to move on. Once he got her out from under the watchful eyes of anyone who knew her or cared about her, it would become possible to really start having fun with her, turning her from a sweet little schoolgirl with a secret taste for grown men's cock, into a full-time cocksleeve and eagerly degraded breedhole. Mary the child cumslut had been all too willing to run away and 'elope' with him in the middle of the night, and a 'marriage' for a sheltered 13 year old girl was easy to fake.
It wasn't the first time he'd left somewhere like that, although it was the first time he had brought anyone with him. Wherever he went, he taught his own theories and methods of science and medicine, but never under his own name; only in the guise of one of the many academics and educators who respected the work of the extremely private person whose publishings were lauded in several fields. When he moved on, the persona that he had created for that location melted away, to be replaced by someone else, and his true identity as a researcher and writer remained both unknown and universally read, working away in ‘seclusion’.
Settling into their new home on the other side of the country, little Mary had never been happier in her life, and in part that was because she thought all the outpouring of love and affection from her new husband was for her, all his joy from the fact that he could now be public in his feelings and act on his true heart fully. In truth, he was in love with the baby inside her. He had expected to get turned on at the thought of her bloating with the consequences of spreading her legs for him, at the sight of her round with his cum in her, at the way her whole body was being used by him literally down to her bones. And he was. But what really got him hardest, made him shoot deepest into Mary, was the thought of getting his prick near his daughter, closer and closer.
He would rub his prick at the growing Elsie through Mary's stomach, delighting in feeling her reach out through her mother with fetal hands and feet for the cock she would devote her life to. Her daddy reveled in firing his cum at her. In Mary's cunt, irrationally imagining it soaking Elsie floating in the womb, covering her with his seed before she was even born, and on Mary's belly, rubbing it into her skin and surrounding his baby girl with the cum that had made her.
When Mary gave birth, he tried having sex with his wife while she labored, his erection painful at first with how excited it was for the little baby girl coming out to get it. But the labor was hard, and Mary was in too much pain for pleasure, unable to cum for him and screaming with misery, and soon her piteous weeping and wailing and cringing from his cock had him softening with suppressed irritation. He had wanted it to be an orgasmic occasion, welcoming his little girl into the world with his seed covering her up all the way through her slut-mother's cunt. But little Mary really had been too small for birth, and so he had to focus on the delivery instead of his pleasure. His disappointment was short lived; once little Elsie was squalling her first cries in his arms, nothing could have dimmed his happiness by a single lumen.
He put Mary under immediately, and, leaving her unconscious in her bloody birthing bed, he took his baby to the tub to be washed; first in clean water, and then, when she was pure and perfect on a pristine white towel, in his cum, her mother already essentially forgotten as he fisted himself over his treasure and planned their future in lewd detail. Without picturing Mary in it once, in any capacity, almost as if he had made his lovely little daughter on his own. Instead of curling her tiny infant fist around his finger, she grasped at his cock when he placed it near her hand, and he exploded over her again at the image below him of his perfect creation giving her father her very first handjob in her very first hour on earth.
In the many months that followed, he very effectively played the part of an overburdened new father with a wife too ill to do her duties, being seen by all in their new community to lovingly worry over the health of his spouse and her lack of improvement, and to bravely, humbly, responsibly take charge of being functionally an only parent to his newborn. There was abundant sympathy for him as his frail young spouse remained in her sickbed, unable to bring herself to engage in anything beyond the miopic world of postpartum depression around her. In truth, Mary's increasing unwellness was of little concern to him, and there was only immense joy in caring for his child alone, without any interference, able to do whatever he wanted and mold her growth as he chose. Starting minutes after her birth, Elsie never once spent a single day of her life without her father's cum on and in her, even though she never knew it, and his cock was familiar with her body long before she ever knew what one was, rubbing all over her innocent unaware form until her Daddy unloaded the seed that made her, all over his perfect creation, as her mother slowly wasted away with no notion that her 'husband's attentions had completely transferred. When she passed, he took off her rings and saved them in his pocket, smiled bright relief, and pet her curly hair with affectionate thanks for the use she had fulfilled so well, before putting on his act to go call the undertaker with the expected woe and tragedy. When he hung up, he went to his daughter and cuddled her joyfully, alone at last with his prize, kissing and tickling her and getting himself incredibly worked up, until he had to rush them to the kitchen to give her one of her 'special juices' and put her down for a 'nap' so he could relieve himself in her, rubbing her tiny pussy up and down the underside of his shaft until he pressed his tip to her bitty little hole and poured every drop into its proper place. Until it instantly spilled over, of course, gushing from her virgin cunt and making her father instantly hard again at the sight.
She was everything he had dreamed a little girl of his own could be. Their innocent days filled his heart with a tender care and a depth of love he hadn't realized existed, and his sinful nights planning as he pleasured himself on her always fulfilled him immensely, even as they rallied his anticipation for years on end. He had ever been an emotionally cynical man, who had always thought of 'love' clinically, as a biologically necessary delusion. Until Mary's pregnancy and the existence of his baby in her belly, where love found its root. As years went by and Elsie grew, little developmental milestone by milestone, into an adoring and fantastically beautiful child who worshiped her father unreservedly, he found that there was a level of love he'd never even heard of, let alone believed in. No one else in the world knew what love really was, because no one else had Elsie all to themselves forever, to raise and adore and cum with.
Being a single parent made life a little different. Instead of finding a school to take up a teaching post while Mary minded Elsie as he had planned, he ended up using the persona he made for this town as a fake antagonist to himself in several medical journals. It allowed him to work from home and keep a close eye on his beloved babe, and it amused him to be paid to trade contradictions with himself. Eventually the throwaway identity would give up as the holder of the inferior and flawed arguments which he gave to that aspect… once Elsie was ready for them to leave.
As she began to get to a size where it could be medically tenable for her to be penetrated, her father's sessions in her sleep began to intensify. It got harder and harder not to jump ahead and shove his hard cock into her unconscious body, the restraint needed to keep from raping her with furious abandon and ravaging her holes with wild selfish release growing every day. She was so close, nearly ready, and he stared at her like a dog slavishly gazing in through the oven door at a Sunday roast, literally drooling in hungry anticipation.
He had a nagging anxiety at the back of his brain that he wouldn't acknowledge; the possibility that Elsie would initially reject him was too unthinkable, the idea too capable of crushing a fist around the heart he hadn't known he possessed until his daughter was conceived. It repressed, down at the bottom of his thoughts, but he was a practical and intelligent man, and took steps regardless, telling himself it was for other reasons, and wrapping himself inside of the fantasy he wrote for Elsie and for the day he would eventually and finally deflower her. He bought ropes, telling himself they had nothing to do with the possibility of her trying to get away from him and everything to do with making the experience easier for her inexperienced and ticklish body. He made drugs, telling himself it was for the same sorts of reasons, and definitely not to ensure he could control her moods and reactions to his ultimate changing of their lives together into something altogether different. He readied his words to convince her, to manipulate her, to coerce and pressure her, even as he told himself that there was no chance she would be any less of a depraved slut for his cock than her mother had been. Looking down into her loving eyes gazing back up at him, so sweetly innocent of all he intended for her, he told himself he was absolutely certain that warm, adored feeling, profuse in her gaze, would transfer immediately into desire.
Looking down at her sleeping body as he frotted into her unaware thighs amongst her immature little nether lips, he would imagine her eyes open and on him the way they were during the day, devoted and trusting and enamored. He would lovingly kiss her drug-numbed face as he cleaned her of his spent seed, easily launched at the thought of the enthralled slut, for him alone, which she would surely grow into.
He had her heart, every day assured and affirmed it, and he would have her body so soon, he told himself every night as he struggled increasingly to stay out of it until the time was right.
There were still primitives who believed that the first signal a female body gave that it was ready to mate was the first menstrual cycle, but he was a man of science, and knew better. The first sign was a spike in temperature which indicated that the first egg was released. Of course he knew full well that it would almost never take hold, but that didn't stop him from always trying to impregnate as early as possible. And his daughter Elsie's eager baby-slut body, swollen huge so early from loving his cock every day, was his ultimate fantasy come true. So every morning she had dutifully opened her mouth for him, blissfully ignorant of what the sight did to her father, who carefully kept it all to himself as he slid her thermometer under her tongue and pictured the warm wet muscle worshiping her father's prick.
He waited. He waited. He fucked his fist raw and painted his daughter in his seed. And he waited.
And then he got what he was looking for.
The day came, and it was everything he dreamed and more besides. Elsie took to sex like the perfect natural he had always wished for, her love and trust in her father indeed translating perfectly into adoration of his cock. She loved cumming for him immediately; even her mother, the sluttiest little girl he had ever fucked, had taken some convincing that it was enjoyable, but Elsie squirted into his mouth right away, eyes sparkling with wonderment. He didn't think he could love her more, and yet the sight of her taking his cock in her barely-ready cunt filled his heart to bursting. She was perfect.
With his little girl finally ready for him to use, he did so all day long as much as he could, relishing getting to shoot his cum deep in his daughter where it belonged, hour after hour, shower after shower, keeping her on his cock as if making up for lost time from her whole life growing up to be ready for this. Ready to take his cum, and make his babies. Mary had already been pregnant when they moved in, and wasn't up to sex at all after her birth, so his free-use play with her was limited. Elsie had been plenty of solace as a baby, and now was fulfilling his dreams again in every way.
All along he was planning to take her away, like her mother, somewhere they would not be overheard as he fucked his daughter to near constant orgasm. She came so prettily for him, milking his seed perfectly into the body made from it. He couldn't wait to go somewhere remote and isolated where he could make her cry out in pleasure at any time of day or night, keep her on his cock at all hours, endlessly fill his daughter with siblings with no one else the wiser.
The night he brought her to the church, his breast was glowing with happiness. He showed Elsie her new home with a paternal grin, reveling in providing for his perfect baby girl, before bringing her inside to vow to be his own forever. He had raised her to be a good girl, keeping her promises, and he knew that she would keep this one always.
He took her on the altar, finding no sacrilege in it, worshiping the only thing that meant anything to him; his Elsie. She came for him, as always, her contacting pussy pulling her growing womb down onto his prick in slick tugs and making him spurt hard as her orgasmic cries reverberated high and angelic in the echoing space. Her lids were heavy as she reeled in pleasure, her little lace-girded pregnant breasts heaving in the open air.
Putting his bleary expecting child back into her coat, he cuddled her up into his arms, carrying her with him out of the church and into the cool night.
”Are you ready to go to our new home, my perfect love?” he asked her invitingly as he turned off of the entryway steps towards the cottage in question, pulling the rolling suitcase behind, but Elsie was already becoming asleep on his shoulder, tuckered out from their long journey and his perverse enthusiasm for their wedding. He kissed her curls that matched his own hair, petting her lovingly as he began the walk down the hill to their house with his little bride in his embrace. There wasn't a soul for miles, the nighttime lights of habitation all far away. His daughter could cum at the top of her voice all day and night without a single note of it reaching anyone, and he would make her do so nearly incessantly.
When he reached their front door, he unlocked it, supporting Elsie's beloved bottom with his other hand as he kicked a few of the parcels he had sent ahead over the threshold, and entering, he closed it behind him and shut out the rest of the world. This was the only part of the universe that mattered, sleeping in his arms.
Holding her all the while, he lit their fire, and slowly made their new bed with all the blankets that had been delivered or left behind by the previous occupant. He smiled at the excitement of sleeping in the same one from now on, with no pretense that there should be any separation between their bodies, waking or sleeping,. Her father kept stopping to kiss lovingly at her unaware face as he became repeatedly overwhelmed with emotion. Then he put his little girl to bed, lying beside her spooned close, and sliding his cock into her sleeping body. Elsie stirred with a little lovely moan, but quickly fell back to slumber. His perfect cockwarmer, the best daughter ever to be had. Cuddling her to him, he rubbed her bulging stomach tenderly, delighting in the feel of all his dreams coming true as he drifted off to make more. His sweet perfect Elsie, full of his baby.
He had the feeling it was a boy, but he didn't have any particular feelings about that; it didn't really interest him. It seemed that it was only Elsie that had ever really mattered; both her mother and his son were only the trappings of his love for her, complete from the moment she was conceived and on into eternity, refrained in the way she beautifully distended with his baby just as she had once done to her own mother, and the way she would swell again just as soon as she was able. And again. And again.
There was no doubt in his mind that Elsie would be everything he had fantasized about having at her own birth, when her time came. She fulfilled all of his dreams so perfectly, this would surely be no exception. Her father was convinced that she would be perfect for him, like she always was, and that he would make her cum their baby into the world the way she should have been born. Elsie was flawless. Elsie was the love of his life. Elsie never disappointed him.
Everything was going to be perfect for the rest of their days. He was certain.