Pregnancy Party – Part 1 of 5

A group of fathers throw a weekend event to get each other’s young daughters pregnant so they can enjoy their pregnant bodies without getting caught.

I joined an online support group for fathers who were in a sexual relationship with their underage daughters, had sexual relationships with them in the past, or had a desire to get into the lifestyle. I am in the first category, and this is how I ended up at a national pregnancy party because if it.

Most of my conversations with other dads were about how to introduce certain sexual experiences to our daughters or just sharing the joys of being a father who gives and receives sexual gratification from his little girl, but recently some of the dads became concerned with another topic: pregnancy. For girls old enough, birth control was often used, but it wasn’t 100% safe, or the morning after pill, but those were expensive. And some daddies used condoms, but most of the fathers with girls over the age of 9 or 10 knew that the feeling of sliding into a young teen or pre-teen girl’s tight bare cunt with no protection was 100 times better than fucking an adult woman. And there is another reason some dads wanted to have pregnant daughters, but I’ll get to that in a minute.

It came as no surprise to the group when one of our own was caught in a DNA test when he took his daughter to the abortion clinic. This was her second abortion, and the nurses had their suspicions from the first abortion, so they forced the dad to submit a DNA test when she came in a second time. This worried us all, because again, even with precautions it could happen to any of us.

But Henry, one of the newer dads to the group had an idea. What if all the dads brought their daughters to a pregnancy party, where all the daddies could fuck each other’s daughters. The idea is that the girls could get pregnant, and if a DNA test was initiated it would show that someone else was the father. Since DNA samples cannot be uploaded to the crime database without a conviction, there would be no way to trace the father who impregnated the girl. Any girl who got pregnant from the party could have unlimited, protection-free sex with her daddy for many months until the girl was too far along and had to get an abortion.

Another benefit of getting the underage daughters pregnant that many of the fathers were interest in would be enjoying their lactating breasts. Since abortions could be carried out up to 22 weeks or more, depending on the state, and since lactation would occur with most pregnancies lasting at least 14 or more weeks, fathers with daughters who carried for long enough would be able to suck their little girl’s titties and drink their sweet, young girl milk. Thomas, a dad who had many years experience grooming all four of his daughters, told us how his youngest was 11 when he got her pregnant. He had a friend who was a gynecologist and also in the daddy-daughter love lifestyle who was able to perform an abortion on the pre-teen at 19 weeks. Thomas said he would suck his daughter Grace’s titties every night and about 3 days after her abortion she started to produce milk. He suckled her every day for 2 years, all through middle-school, before her breasts began to produce less milk. So his gynecologist friend started giving her hormones that made her continue lactating for two more years. She was 15 when she finally asked her daddy if she could stop, as it was interfering with her teenage activities, but he still fucks her several times a week and she’s a high school senior now. Imagine being able to fuck your 11-year-old girl while sucking her tits and drinking her warm milk.

After several months of discussion and planning, we all agreed on rules and a location. Actually, there were enough dads who signed up for this little plan that 3 different locations were chosen across the country, so daddies and daughters could attend the party closest to them. For me, the party would be in Las Vegas, which was only a few hours away.

I told my 12-year-old daughter, Melissa, about the party not long after booking the hotel room. I texted her from my room and told her Daddy was waiting for his little girl. She knew my wife was working a graveyard shift at the hospital and wouldn’t be back until morning. That meant Melissa was to wear a special outfit she picked out just for me, her daddy. It could be anything she wanted to make me happy, but she knew I loved it when she wore just a long sleeper shirt and no panties. On this particular night she was wearing one of her shirts she had for several years, and it almost covered the soft mound between her legs, but not quite. She stood in the doorway, her tall, tan legs covered in the finest blond downy vellus hair. I could just barely make out her young pussy lips, completely hairless. She had been growing pubic hair, but as soon as she found out I liked her better smooth she started shaving, but that was the only place she had to shave on her perfect pre-teen body.

I was lying on the bed, naked, and as I looked at my daughter’s beautiful body, from her golden blond hair in pigtails down to her tiny, suckable toes painted aqua blue, my cock started to stand at attention. She looked at me timidly as she walked toward the bed, her wide but bony hips swaying, her a-cup titties with perfect pink puffy nipples. “Are you all clean for me?” I asked? “Yes, Daddy,” she replied. Yesterday was the last day of her third period ever. She was proud that she learned, all on her own, how to keep her pussy nice and clean for me to eat and enjoy after a menstrual cycle. This was especially important now that I was fucking her less frequently. I still wanted to enjoy my daughter’s young, tight body but I also didn’t want to get her pregnant and end up like that other dad.

“Come sit on my face,” I instructed my pre-teen. She immediate climbed on the bed and crossed her right leg over my face, straddling my head with her goddess legs. The warmth of her snatch fell over my nose and mouth, intoxicating me with the scent of her underage cunny. Her legs straddling my face caused her lips to part and I could see she was already dripping wet with anticipation of my tongue.

I looked up at her 12-year-old face and darted my tongue out into her pussy. Her mouth opened and her eyes rolled back slightly as she often did when she first felt my tongue slide into her slit.

“Oh Daddy,” she moaned and began to grind into my face. I had groomed her to moan whenever she felt even the slightest pleasure but I knew this was one of her favorite positions because she always moaned extra loudly.
“Uhh! Yes, Daddy! Uhh!” She bucked her hips and moaned loud but sweet pre-teen sounds.

After lapping up her young nectar for a while, my daughter Melissa begged me to penetrate her.

“Please… Fuck me, Daddy.”

“That’s not a good idea, Babydoll,” I replied, realizing I had a perfect opportunity to tell her about the pregnancy party. “Daddy doesn’t want to get his little girl pregnant on accident and get in trouble.”

“Just pull out of me, Daddy, like you did last time. Please?”

“It’s too risky,” I said, slurping her cunny in between sentences.

“Please just put it inside me, Daddy,” she begged again. I couldn’t resist.

I pushed her off me and rolled her onto her back and positioned the head of my dick at her entrance. She looked up at me hopefully with her beautiful blue eyes.

“Do you want me inside your body?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered in her sweet, child-like voice.

“And do you want me to cum inside of you?”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded.

“Well I can’t cum in you right now, Babydoll. But what if there was a way I could fuck you and cum inside you every day for several months? Would you do anything I say to make that happen?”

“Yes, Daddy. I’ll do anything you tell me to do,” she promised.

“Good girl,” I praised. She loved when I praised her. My cock was still outside of her 12-year-old pussy and I pushed just the tip in a little. She gasped with anticipation. “There is going to be a little party with other daughters and daddies just like us. These little girls love to fuck their daddies just like you do, and they are going to have their friends’ daddies get them pregnant so later when they go to get an abortion it won’t get their daddies in trouble. But while the girls are pregnant, they will be able to fuck their own daddies as much as they want.”

“So that would be me too?” she asked.

“That WILL be you, Melissa,” I told her directly, making sure she knew it was going to happen. “You already promised to do anything I tell you to.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she replied. “I will let the other daddies fuck me and get me pregnant.”

“Good girl,” praised again, and slowly pushed my cock into her tight wet cunny a little further.”

“Ahh,” she moaned. Then she got serious for a moment and asked, “Are you going to fuck other little girls at the party?”

“Yes, I am going to try and impregnate other girls just like you to help out their daddies so they can fuck without getting in trouble.”

“Okay, Daddy. I will get pregnant for you, Daddy, so we can fuck a lot.”

As a reward for her obedience I fucked her that night but I pulled out long before cumming and let her suck me off with her sweet, pouty pre-teen lips.

The event was over the weekend, with the first round of impregnation attempts starting on Friday night, again on Saturday, and then Sunday morning before everyone headed back home. Father’s agreed to abstain from ejaculating for a week prior to arriving to ensure the largest batch of semen for the little girls’ ovaries.

At the party, everyone met and mingled for a while, each with a scoring sheet in hand. Dads would mark down which girls they wanted to impregnate in order from most to least. Daughters would mark down the dads they wanted to impregnate them the most. If a couple matched, they would be paired up. If they didn’t match, it would go down the list with the closest matches possible. The least desired dads and daughters would end up being paired off. But nobody really knew exactly who liked whom the most, unless they shared that privately.

I was surprised at how many 11-year-old girls were here, and there was even a 10-year-old who had started her period already. Most of the daughters were between the ages of 12 and 14.

My top three girls were Megan, Isabella, and Liu. My first choice was Megan, a slim blonde girl who reminded me of Melissa, except she was only 11 and shorter. My second choice was Isabella, a 12-year-old girl whose father brought her up from Mexico. She was very short, light brown skin, and long brown hair that matched her eyes. She also had small titties, just like my daughter. But my third choice, Liu, was the smallest girl of the three. Her parents adopted her from China when she was an infant. She was almost completely flat-chested save for her puffy buds starting to form. I never thought I would be sexually attracted to a 10-year-old child, and didn’t expect myself to write her name down even if I had been. The age cut off I had set for myself was my daughter’s age, 12, but once I had fallen in love with the beautiful Isabella, who was only 11, I didn’t think one year younger would make a difference. When I looked at Liu’s perfectly smooth, hairless body, and imagined her growing my baby inside of that perfect little angel belly, I found myself irresistibly writing her name down.

Once all the daddies had written down the names of the little girls they wanted to impregnate, and the children listed which men they wanted to come inside of them, the organizer collected the forms and took them into another room to tally. Meanwhile, everyone continued to mingle and flirt, hoping they would be pair up with one of their top choices but still excited for whomever they ended up coupled.

After about 10 minutes, the organizer returned with a stack of cards and passed them out to the teens and pre-teens with instructions to hold onto them. On each card was the name of a girl and the daddy with whom she was partnered, along with his age, and a room number. Since we were all wearing tags showing our names and ages, if a girl forgot who the daddy listed on her card was, she could match the name and age on the nametags.

Once every daughter had a card, the organizer told the girls to go find their sires, the men who would plant their adult seed into the underage girls’ developing wombs. The children started to roam around the room in search of the men on their cards. Once found, the daddies would smile at the girls and the girls would smile back. Sometimes the men would pick the girls up, or get down and hug them. One couple seemed very happy to have picked each other; the 14-year-old had jumped into the arms of her chosen daddy, wrapping her teen legs around him, and they were already exchanging saliva in a passionate French kiss.

When petite blonde 11-year-old Megan stepped in front of me with that little card my heart skipped a beat. She was my first choice, and while I would have been thrilled to fuck any of these little girls, she was the one I wanted ejaculate inside and impregnate the most.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2 of 5

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