                        Teaching the Boys
                         An Erotic Story

     "Now watch closely," I said to the watching boys.  "In a 
second I'm going to cum inside your sister, and try to get her 
pregnant; so I want you all to watch and see what to do when it's 
your turn."
     The three boys could only nod; and I barely caught that out 
of the corner of my eye, as I concentrated on the little girl 
squirming underneath me.  "In a second," I repeated to Sandy, 
"I'm going to squirt that white stuff I told you about, that 
makes babies, right up inside you, so you can feel what it's 
like.  When I do, I want you to squeeze my prick as hard as you 
can, and milk all the sperm out of me, so you'll have a better 
chance to catch, OK?"
     Sandy just groaned; rocking her hips against mine, while 
digging her heels into my back the way I had taught her to.
     The feel of my own daughter's tight little slit milking and 
squeezing on my prick finally had the effect I knew it would.  I 
felt first a tingle, then a dribble, then finally a thick healthy 
SQUIRT of cum ripple through the tube on the bottom of my prick, 
and into the child's welcoming belly.  "Oh God," I groaned.  
"Here it comes, Honey.  Daddy's making a baby in that cute little 
tummy of yours.  Fuck back, Honey ... Fuck back at Daddy.  Make 
me cum."
     With each grunt, I forced myself as far into the little girl 
as I could, while my penis performed its intended purpose of 
delivering my sperm inside a fertile female.  Each healthy surge 
of thick white cum squirting inside her felt incredible to me.  I 
don't know if Sandy could feel each ejaculation; but she seemed 
to react to my thrusts as if she did; grunting and moaning her 
satisfaction in my ear, while squirming wildly against me.  For 
sure, the thought of carrying her own father's baby was not even 
tempting her to pull away ... Far from it in fact.  With each 
heavy blast of cum teeming with millions of sperm, Sandy worked 
to force herself even tighter against me, until it felt like I 
was trying to work half my body into her tight little hole.
     Finally I collapsed on top of my daughter; as the ability to 
ejaculate any more left me.  It was with some effort that I 
managed to keep from falling asleep that way; but the knowledge 
of the three watching boys kept me awake.  I could barely groan 
as I rolled off Sandy's body; the sensation of my little girl's 
incredibly tight little slit milking the final drops of semen out 
of my prick as we pulled apart, almost giving me yet another 
erection.
     Sandy groaned too ... in disappointment?  Well, perhaps that 
was only my fantasy.  Still, she wasn't complaining.
     "Now Mike," I barely managed to speak clearly, "it's your 
turn.  I want each of you three boys to practice what I just 
showed you, so your sister can feel what it's like with different 
guys.  Since you're the oldest, you go first."
     Mike looked down at where his little sister's cunny was 
spread and oozing a tiny trickle of white; belying the enormous 
gouts of sperm-containing cum I had left inside her.  The lips 
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her juices and mine.  I knew the little girl would have no 
difficulty accommodating the older boy's penis; especially after 
having her father's thick dong inside her.
     I don't remember Mike climbing on the bed.  The next thing I 
do recall is an instant's view of my son's prick touching the 
swollen, red, and puffy lips of Sandy's cunny ... and then the 
two siblings' pelvises met as they mated in frantic urgency.  It 
seems that watching me impregnate their little sister had gotten 
all three boys so hot and horny they weren't able to hold out for 
more than a second or two against the little girl's squeezingly 
tight little hole.  However, Sandy (again) never complained; just 
working with her brothers in turn; milking and squeezing with her 
vagina on their pricks; accepting their slobbery kisses, working 
her chest, tummy and pelvis against their ragged thrusts, as each 
of the older boys climbed on top of her body and banged away.
     As Mike began shuddering in climax almost immediately on 
getting inside her (no surprise to ME, as I knew it was the first 
time the older boy had actually stuck his prick inside a girl) I 
encouraged him.  "Now Mike, you be careful when you cum inside 
your sister," I admonished him, as he did just that.  "Sandy's 
not on birth-control, and her period was just a little over two 
weeks ago ... So there's a good chance you're getting your little 
sister pregnant right now, understand?  Make sure you do it 
right."
     "Uh, UHHH, UghhhH!" the boy groaned in somewhat of an 
answer, and somewhat just in reaction, as he jerked and spasmed 
on top of his little sister.  "Yes Dad," Mike finally groaned, as 
the last thin trickles of sperm oozed out of his prick, and into 
the little girl's welcoming body.
     Shortly after that (it didn't take more than five minutes 
for both of them) the two younger boys, Daniel and Jacob, 
followed suit; leaving gobs of thick white cum inside their own 
sister's tight little slit, until when Jake was finished, my 
daughter's cunny was oozing and dripping with slippery goo.
     To his surprise, I motioned Mike back on top of his little 
sister again.  I had noticed that watching his little brothers 
fucking the child had aroused the older boy's erection all over 
again.  Oh, the resilience of youth!  I knew that even with the 
extreme stimulation of watching all three boys trying to 
impregnate their little sister, it would be at least a half hour 
(and probably longer) before I would have enough of a hard-on to 
do the same thing myself.
     "Now Boys," I said, while watching Mike sheathe his prick 
inside his little sister again, "from now on, I'll expect each of 
you to impregnate your little sister as often as you can.  I'll 
do the best to help out whenever I can too; but if Sandy gets 
pregnant in the next few months, I'll really expect it to be by 
one of you boys.  Got that?"
     Jake and Danny looked at me in surprise.  The knowledge 
finally percolating into their minds that I actually WANTED them 
to knock up their little sister?  Still, neither boy objected, 
either then, or to what I added later.  Mike was too busy 
actually TRYING to father his child on the little girl to object 
himself.
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know if each of the boys doesn't fuck you at least three times a 
day, OK?"
     "Uh, Uh, Uh," Sandy groaned, in response to her big 
brother's thrusts inside her vagina.
     I took that as an affirmative, and continued, "I'm sure that 
three healthy young boys like you can manage to get it up that 
often.  Each of you should be able to fuck your sister at least 
once a night before bedtime, once in the morning before school or 
Church, and two or three times during the day as well.  Like I 
said, 'I'll do what I can to help too; but I'm not as young as 
you kids are.'"
     Not one of the kids protested.  (What I would have done if 
they had ... especially if Sandy had shown even the slightest 
objection to having her own brothers feel her up, put their 
pricks inside her cunny, fuck her, cum inside her, ejaculate 
their thick white cum right up inside her fertile young womb, and 
get the little girl pregnant with her own brother's babies, I 
don't have the foggiest notion ... except I knew I would be in 
BIG trouble.  Thankfully, that scenario never came up.)
     As I left the room, I could hear Jake going for HIS second 
"turn".  I looked back, and sure enough Sandy had her legs 
wrapped around the boy; pulling him into her body just like I had 
taught the youngster to do.  God, I'm proud of my kids!
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     "Well," I said to Marcia, nervously.  The nervousness wasn't 
all acting, either.  "I DID teach them about sex, and how babies 
were made, but ...."
     My wife is smart; she picked up on the qualifier right away.  
"But, what?" she asked.
     "But I'm afraid I was a little too late," I explained.
     "Too late?"
     "Uhuh.  The kids were already having sex."  That was the 
hardest part ... to make that lie with a straight face.  
Hopefully, that would be the only lie I would have to tell; and 
it would be so small it wouldn't be noticed when I told the rest 
of the truth.
     "Sex?  With WHO?"  My wife's voice wasn't a shout; but it 
was almost one.
     "With each other ... and it's too late to stop them now."
     "Who SAYS it's too late!  Why when I get my hands on those 
little bastards ... They'll be so black and blue they won't be 
ABLE to have sex with anybody for a year, let alone with each 
other."  Marcia was almost past thinking ... but not quite ... 
just where I wanted her.
     "Marcia," I said, soothingly, "think about it."
     "I'LL think about it, when I warm their bottoms with a 
switch!"
     "Marcia!"  I knew that if I didn't get a handle on things 
quickly, my well-laid plans would fall apart like a house of 
cards in the blast from a suddenly-opened window.  "Think about 
it," I repeated.  "If we try to stop the kids from having sex, 
what happens, and how do we do it?"
     My wife looked at me for a second, then calmed down enough 
to listen.  I knew I was home free.
     "Look," I said, "if you start beating the kids, Social 


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Services will come around and find out why.  If you call the 
Cops, the same result will happen ... All three boys will 
probably end up in jail for 'statutory rape' of their little 
sister, and SHE will end up in a foster-home.  Even if they don't 
end up in jail, for sure all FOUR kids will end up in foster 
homes, as they won't trust US any more to keep them away from 
each other.  Do you WANT all four of our kids taken away from 
us?"
     Marcia looked at me.  For a moment I thought she was mad 
enough to risk even that.  Then she collapsed against me.
     "But what can we DO?" she almost wailed.  "We can't just let 
them go on having sex together, can we?  Besides, I can't let the 
boys rape their own sister.  If we have to send them to jail to 
protect her, then what other choice DO we have?"
     "Um ... I think you'd better see something," I said. 
Motioning to my wife to be silent, I led her down the hall to the 
bedroom where I hoped the orgy I had seen start earlier would 
still be going on.  It was.
     Cracking the door slightly, Marcia and I had a perfect view 
of Sandy lying on the bed, her legs wrapped around Mike, pulling 
the older boy into her body, while he worked towards yet another 
climax.  Off to one side, the two younger boys were obviously 
waiting their turns to repeat their earlier exploits.  Once she 
had seen clearly what was going on in the child's bedroom, I 
carefully closed the door.
     "See," I said.  "Does THAT look to you as if Sandy was being 
raped?"
     "No ... but we've GOT to stop them," moaned Marcia; sinking 
down on the carpet in the hall.
     "Think about it," I said, once again.  "Now that they've all 
learned what sex is about, and how good it feels to have sex, 
what do you think the chances are they'll quit?  Hell, once you 
and I started having sex, how much chance do you think either of 
OUR parents would have had at stopping US?"
     "You don't mean we should just let them go ON having sex?"  
My wife's voice was incredulous.
     "What other choice DO we have?" I asked.  "Other than having 
the boys arrested and put in jail?"
     "But ... but ... but, she might get PREGNANT," wailed 
Marcia.  "At LEAST, we'll have to put her on the pill ... if it's 
not too late already.  My God, the kid is only 11 years old!"
     "Um," I said, "you realize that that too, is up to her.  
Like I said, I told the kids about where babies come from, and 
about birth-control."  (I had too ... I just hadn't suggested 
that they ever use any ... or intimated that I would supply it if 
asked.  [I would; but ONLY if asked.]  With my plans, I had no 
expectation that any one of the four kids ever WOULD ask ... but 
I certainly didn't tell Marcia that.)
     "You saw them," I reminded her.  "Did it look like any one 
of the boys were trying to keep Sandy from getting pregnant?  In 
fact, from the way she had her legs wrapped around her big 
brother, I doubt if Mike could have pulled out of her if he 
wanted to."
     "Oh God."
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I told them about how she could get pregnant and have a baby, 
they've actually been TRYING as hard as they can to do it.  And 
unless we send them off to reform school or something, there's 
not much doubt that eventually they'll succeed."
     "Oh God," repeated Marcia.  "What'll we DO then?"
     Finally!  "Nothing," I replied.
     "Nothing?  You mean we just LET the kids continue this way, 
breeding their own sister, like it was something everybody does?"
     "Uhuh.  Well, after all, it WAS you who wanted more kids 
anyway."
     It took almost three more hours before I convinced her; but 
once she was on-board, it seemed like my horny wife was almost as 
eager to see our daughter with a big belly as I was.  She still 
didn't know that there was a good chance (a VERY good chance) 
that if Sandy got pregnant right away, the kid might very well be 
mine; as my sperm was the first to find it's way into our 
daughter's womb, right while the little girl was at the peak of 
her fertility.  I wasn't about to tell my wife that ... yet.
     However, it was a couple of days later that Marcia found 
Sandy and me in our bedroom one afternoon, with her little girl 
rising and falling on my engorged prick, until the child's tight 
little slit milking and squeezing on my swollen dong caused me to 
jerk and squirt our daughter's womb full of jet after potent jet 
of incestuous cum; filling the child's loins with my seed until 
my wife finally collapsed and gave in completely to the idea of 
not only the boys having sex with her little girl, but her 
husband as well.  After all, with Sandy squirming, jerking, 
cooing,  and rutting like an oversexed mink on top of me like 
that, it was obvious that the horny little slut (A compliment!) 
was NOT being forced.  I just looked at my wife and shrugged; as 
if to say, "Well, what CAN I do?" ... as if it had been our 
daughter who seduced ME.  I must have pissed almost a gallon of 
sperm in the child's womb at the thought of my wife watching me 
impregnate our little girl.
     A little over a week and a half later, Sandy missed her 
period.  I'll never know if the child that grew in her womb is my 
daughter or granddaughter ... and even now, almost seven years 
later, I really don't WANT to know.  All I DO know, is the little 
girl is the light of my life.
     Her, and her five little sisters.

















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