                   Using my father's technique
                         An Erotic Story

     I guess it's pure luck that I got home early that day.  
Still, luck and opportunity come to those who take advantage of 
them when the occasion arrives.
     I had barely gotten in the door, when I heard voices coming 
from my daughter's bedroom.  I guess the noise the two were 
making in there had kept them from hearing the car pull in, and 
me opening the door to put down groceries.
     "Grandpa," came the voice of my daughter; then louder, 
"Grandpa!"
     Dropping my purse, I hurried down the hall; figuring a male 
and female voice in my daughter's bedroom at this time of day 
could only mean one thing . . . sex.  Here I had almost begun to 
give up hope; figuring the girl was frigid or (horrible thought) 
a lesbian or something.  Still . . . her grandfather?  I had 
really expected the 13-year-old to start with boys her own age; 
or if she was turned-on by older men, then someone her father's 
age . . . like I had, when I was considerably younger than she 
was.  Still, you take what's available; and not having any 
current boyfriends or brothers or sisters in the house at the 
moment, I guess the child had turned to who was available.  I 
hurried down the hall for a closer look, to be sure.
     I was right.  My father-in-law was in the little girl's 
room, completely naked (as was Sherrie), while the two rutted in 
the classical missionary bump and grind that usually brings such 
satisfactory results for both parties involved.
     "Grandpa!" objected Sherrie again.
     "Uh?" groaned the older man; sliding his prick in and out in 
short jerks that I figured meant it wouldn't be long before he 
was decorating the inside of my little girl's womb with baby-
making seed.
     "Grandpa, don't cum in me!  I could have a baby!"  For all 
her oral objections, my daughter had her legs wrapped around her 
grandfather's; and was humping back at him as hard as he was 
humping into her.  "I'm probably ovulating RIGHT NOW," she 
emphasized, "and if you cum in me I'll get pregnant for sure.  
Please, Grandpa?"
     "Oh God . . . I wanna' cum," groaned the older man.  "Gotta' 
pull out . . . don't want to get you pregnant."  I could tell 
that the need to splatter his seed all over the inside of my 
little girl's vagina was fighting with the man's desire to 
protect the child from an unwanted pregnancy.  Time for me to 
step in, before his body and the feeling of my daughter's tight 
little slit milking on his prick made him make a decision he'd 
later regret.
     "Don't you DARE!" I snapped; making both parties on the bed 
jerk their heads in my direction, in surprise.  I knew I was 
taking the risk that the shock of discovery would cause the older 
man to lose control and spasm my daughter's belly full of 
incestuous seed right then; but figured the surprise would far 
more likely cause him to lose most of his erection, and stop the 
urgency to blow sticky white cum all over the inside of his 13-
year-old granddaughter's tight little slit.


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     Luckily I was right; or everything would have been all over 
right then.  As it was, the two incestuous lovers stopped 
fucking, and turned to look at me; the very picture of two people 
having sex; with the fat cylinder of my father-in-law's prick 
stretching the little girl's cunny, and vanishing inside.  Both 
parties were flushed and sweaty with sex; and I knew that if I 
hadn't interrupted, the act would have been over in mere 
seconds . . . minutes at most.
     "Here, let me show you something my father showed me," I 
said, to the astonished faces of the two lovers.  If anything, my 
daughter and father-in-law had never expected my reaction at 
catching them having sex together to be instructing them how to 
continue!  I figured the two seemed to expect me to yell, scream, 
rant and rave about her having full unprotected sex with her own 
grandfather.  Even if I finally gave them grudging permission to 
continue, it would only be after finding out it had been going on 
for so long, that stopping them was moot.  Only my mind doesn't 
work that way . . . especially after what my parents taught ME, 
at a far younger age than Sherrie.
     "You want to keep on fucking, but you don't want to cum in 
her because she might get pregnant, right?" I asked.
     Bob nodded.
     "And you want to keep on fucking too . . . only you're 
afraid that if your grandfather cums inside you, you'll have a 
baby, right?" I asked my daughter.
     "Uhuh."  Sherrie was barely more articulate than her 
grandfather.
     "Well, I was your age too once.  Let me show you something 
my father taught me, when I was afraid of the same thing . . . 
OK?"
     "Yes, Momma."  My father-in-law didn't say a word; simply 
staring at me.
     "Now you've probably lost most of your erection for the 
moment," I said; reaching down between their bodies, and wrapping 
my hand around the base of the man's prick that wasn't inside the 
girl, to confirm my assessment.
     Again, Bob only nodded; waiting to see what I was up to.  
Sherrie was staring with equal surprise at me, and where my 
fingers touched the thick cylinder that was throbbing inside her 
body.
     "So slide in and out again, until you think you're getting 
close, OK?" I instructed/asked.
     Bob looked at me like I was crazy for a second; then 
shrugged and followed my instructions; sliding out about a half-
inch, then sliding in until my fingers were almost mashed against 
Sherrie's cunny lips.  Within five seconds, the two partners were 
fucking almost as hard as they had been when I interrupted them; 
the only difference being that I had two fingers wrapped around 
the base of my father-in-law's penis, almost as if I was jacking 
him off in my little girl.  My intentions were far different from 
that though; paying close attention to the swelling and 
stiffening of his prick, and the bulging of the bottom as he 
approached the climax he had been denied when I interrupted them 
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     "Oh God, I'm gonna . . .,"  Bob's comment came faster than I 
expected it to.  I guess the tight wet heat of a barely teenaged 
girl squeezing on the most sensitive part of his prick was too 
much to resist.  With my finger, I felt a bulge start to ripple 
through the tube on the bottom of his prick; and knew he was 
right.
     Pinching the tube hard to stop it from spitting thick white 
baby-juice in my daughter's defenseless belly, I said, "Stop!" 
loudly.
     "Oh God, I'm gonna . . .," repeated Bob.  I could tell the 
man was hard-put to follow my instructions; but he obediently 
stopped sliding in and out.  The pressure of the bulge on the 
bottom of his prick increased for a second, then subsided, as I 
didn't let it ripple through and into my daughter.
     "Now push up HARD inside her, and HOLD STILL that way, until 
the urgency passes," I instructed him.  "You too," I warned 
Sherrie.  "If you move too much, your grandfather will lose 
control, and it'll be all over, OK?"
     "Yes Momma.  Obediently Sherrie held still, while Bob pushed 
his prick into her until I had to remove my fingers from around 
the base of his prick.  By then, the pressure in the tube on the 
bottom had relaxed; so I let go.
     I watched the two lovers straining against each other, until 
Bob suddenly gave a kind of shudder and relaxed.
     "See?" I said.  "You get a little release this way, without 
cumming in her, and now you can continue . . . Go on.  It'll be 
several minutes now before you feel the need to cum again; and I 
want you to do then, just what you did now . . . OK?  When you're 
about to cum, just press up inside her as hard as you can, and 
DON'T MOVE until the sensation dies down . . . OK?"
     Wordlessly, the two started their copulating motions again, 
at my instructions.  Sherrie stared fascinated down her body at 
where her grandfather's penis was sliding in and out of her.  
"But what if he . . . I mean, when he . . . I mean, he can't keep 
this up all night," she said, about the third time her 
grandfather stopped stroking in and out, and she held him until 
he shuddered and was ready to continue.
     "No," I agreed.  "Pretty soon it's going to be too much even 
for that; and your grandfather's going to cum."  I could tell 
that the girl's tight little sleeve milking on the man's prick 
WOULD get the best of him soon, even with my father's technique 
helping him to hold off from splattering the inside of Sherrie's 
vagina with thick white gobs of incestuous cum.  "When you get to 
the point you just can't hold back any more, even when you're 
pushing up inside her like this," I told him, "you'll have to 
pull out, as soon as you feel yourself starting to cum."
     "OOoooOooh," shuddered the man; as I could tell he was 
almost at that point already.  Still, after holding himself in 
Sherrie for about 5 seconds, he managed to start stroking in and 
out again.  I doubted he would be able to survive another time of 
feeling Sherrie's tight little tube milking and squeezing on the 
head of his prick, even if he held still.





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     "Only don't just yank it out," I warned.  "Once you feel 
yourself start to cum, pull it out slowly; so the sensation 
doesn't make you squirt more than you have to . . . just make 
sure you ARE really cumming, before you do; because I don't want 
Sherrie to miss out on anything she doesn't have to, OK?"
     Sherrie's "But Mommmm!" objection was overridden by her 
grandfather's expletive, "Oh shit!" as he suddenly jabbed himself 
as far up in the little girl as he could go.  I cold tell that 
THIS time just holding still wasn't enough, as I reached down to 
the join, and felt one, then two, and finally three bulges ripple 
through the man's prick, before he obeyed my directions and 
pulled out once he felt himself cumming inside her.
     "It's OK," I reassured her, as the obscene member slowly 
inched out of her tight little slit.  "A little bit inside you 
probably won't hurt, as long as your grandfather gets it outside 
before he really cums."  As I said this, I felt a fourth thick 
bulge ripple through the tube; and as the purple head exited I 
felt a fifth bulge, just before the hole in the tip expanded and 
a thick white jet splattered directly into and around the hole 
closing slowly behind the man's departing member.
     "See," I said; reassuring my daughter, "that's the stuff 
that makes babies."  While I said this, I carefully milked the 
last thick drop of ooze onto the child's belly, so she could see 
it.  I had to work fairly hard to strip out more than a drop or 
two; but what was there DID form a small puddle in the child's 
navel.  "Aren't you glad that didn't get inside you?" I asked.
     Sherrie shivered, as she looked at the thick white drop of 
baby-making seed pooling on her tummy, and the matching drop 
still oozing from her grandfather's prick.
     "Now that he's finished cumming," I said, "you can finish 
up.  It always feels better to the man to feel his penis go soft 
inside a girl, once he's cum.  Dad and I used to do this all the 
time," I finished up; taking Bob's still fairly erect member and 
pushing the dribbling head back into my daughter's slit, where it 
pushed the earlier splatter inside.
     "But Mom!  He's . . . I mean, his . . . oh shit."
     "It's OK," I soothed her.  "The tiny bit of cum on his prick 
won't make much difference now . . . seeing that he's already cum 
on your stomach."  I looked pointedly at the congealing glob 
making an obscene puddle in my daughter's navel.
     "You're sure?" she asked, somewhat worriedly, as her 
grandfather slid his prick back up inside her with a sigh of 
satisfaction.  For some reason it showed signs of renewed life, 
as the old man started sliding in and out again.
     "Uhuh,  You and your grandfather can do this (as long as you 
do it THIS way) as often as you like, without either of you 
having to worry about him getting you pregnant," I replied.  "Dad 
and I did this for over three years, when I was young, and I 
never had to worry.  After a while Dad got so good at it that he 
could screw me for hours without pulling out; just getting his 
fun from the times he almost came inside me."






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     "Eventually my father got so good that he didn't have to 
pull out to cum at all; and after a while when he pulled out he 
would be completely limp, with only a drop or two of cum to 
squirt; and sometimes not even that.  Dad got all the release he 
needed, just by stopping and holding his prick up inside me 
whenever he was about to cum."
     By this time my father-in-law was stroking in and out again; 
just like he had done earlier.  Then he paused for a second, 
holding himself deep inside Sherrie, while another wave of 
release shook him, before going back to stroking in and out 
again.
     "Now you make sure you push up inside Sherrie as hard as you 
can, if you feel like you're going to cum again," I admonished 
him.  "They say that the second time a man cums is more likely to 
get a girl pregnant than the first one; and we don't want to take 
any chances with Sherrie, now do we?"
     "You say you and your father did this for over three years, 
and you never got pregnant?" Bob asked; shuddering again with 
release, on top of my daughter; while Sherrie held him in her 
arms, almost comforting her grandfather in his shakes; while her 
legs wrapped around his and held him tight inside her.  This time 
my father-in-law just lay panting on top of the girl, instead of 
going back to sliding in and out like he had before.  I figured 
Bob had finally lost his erection, just like Dad used to in the 
old days, and was just enjoying the feel of his limp prick being 
massaged by the tight little tunnel of a barely teenaged girl.  
Once again I wondered if it felt as good to a guy to be inside a 
girl, and to squirt his sperm inside her, as it felt to me when I 
came.  Well, Dad had sure seemed to enjoy fucking me all those 
years . . . (Was it really almost 10?) . . . almost as much as I 
had.
     "Well, I was only eight years old, when we started," I said; 
remembering those days fondly.  "So three years isn't all that 
long.  And as for the other thing; I never said THAT."  I smiled 
to myself, as I remembered my little sister Cindy and brother 
Mike.  "I just said Dad and I did it that way for over three 
years after we started; and that's the way my parents made sure I 
never had to worry about pregnancy."
     I watched as my father-in-law's prick finally slithered out 
of the girl.  As I expected, only a small bubble of white oozed 
from the tip of his cock; just like it had been with me and my 
father.  "See," I said to Sherrie; grabbing the man's limp member 
and squeezing the last sticky drop out to join the tiny puddle 
congealing in her navel, "that's your grandfather's sperm . . . 
the stuff that makes babies.  Aren't you glad it didn't get 
inside you, so you don't have to worry about getting pregnant?"
     Sherrie just nodded; while her grandfather just groaned.
     "Good," I said with satisfaction.  "From now on, I expect 
you to do it just like that; so none of us will have to worry 
about whether or not you get pregnant."
     And that's the way things are going right now.






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     It's been over three years now, with Sherrie having full 
unprotected vaginal intercourse with her grandfather almost every 
day; and not once has any one of us had to worry about her 
getting pregnant.
     I AM getting a little worried about her little sister 
though.  Candy just turned eight (the same age I was when Dad and 
I started) and with two babies in the house, the child is likely 
to start worrying about having one of her own . . . if I don't do 
something, like have my husband show the little girl her 
grandfathers' techniques, before it's too late.  I certainly 
don't want Candy worrying about getting pregnant like her big 
sister, at her age.  I'd better have Dan show her Dad's technique 
tomorrow.
                             . . . .
     Well . . . so much for "best laid plans."  Yesterday I was 
watching my husband Dan slide his thick prick up inside our 
little girl, when he told her, "We've got to be careful, so I 
don't cum in you, so you won't have to worry about getting 
pregnant," just like I taught him to.  I could tell my husband 
was almost ready to cum, with thick white gouts of incestuous 
sperm squirting in gooey jets against the child's cervix, the 
second he managed to get his entire member inside our little 
girl's tight little slit.
     Only Candy blew the whole thing away.  "That's OK, Daddy," 
she told him.  "I'm not worried.  You can get me pregnant as 
often as you want to, just like Grandpa does Sherrie . . . I 
don't mind."
     "You don't?" gasped both Dan and I together in astonishment.
     "No, of course not.  You both know how much I like Mike and 
Jenny . . . it would be really neat to have a baby with my own 
father."
     That was it for Dan.  Hearing his own 8 year old little girl 
telling him that she didn't mind if he got her pregnant, while 
her tight little slit milked and squeezed on his engorged prick 
would be too much for any man, even one as concerned about his 
kids and how they felt as Dan.  Even the thought that he wouldn't 
be able to give the little girl the fucking she deserved, 
couldn't keep him from blowing thick white gobs of sperm inside 
Candy's vagina where it was being massaged so erotically.
     Well . . . at least we don't have to worry about Candy 
getting pregnant any more than we worry about her big 
sister . . . even during the times Dan isn't using Dad's 
technique.














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