
                         The "Good Girl"
                         An Erotic Story

     I remember the first time I met Tammy.  She was staring at 
me, in almost a state of shock.  Now I know what shock is, or 
should anyway, since I got out of medical school 2 years ago.  
It's so SATISFYING to be able to put "MD" after your name, after 
so many years as an intern.  That day, I was working in my new 
office, trying to get used to how things were run in a small-town 
hospital.  Most new MD's don't like to work in a small town.  But 
for me, it had seemed like a great idea.  The town had been 
advertising heavily, and was willing to subsidize the hospital.  
If I hadn't answered, they would have had to close.  The pay 
wasn't what it would be in the big city, but the hours were. . . 
well, let's just say irregular.  After medical school, I had 
begun to HATE regimen.  While I could be called any time, and 
sometimes I worked over 80 hours a week, there were many days I 
didn't have to even show up.  Of course, I was always on call, 
with a portable phone, that cost a fortune, but was paid-for by 
the city, and a fancy CB, that I kept in contact with, when the 
phone didn't work.  As I say, I know what shock is, and this 
little girl looked like she was going to faint, right there on 
the sidewalk.  At first, I thought she might have sunstroke.  We 
do get a few cases every year, along with the even rarer cases of 
heat-exhaustion.  Then, I realized she was staring at my face, in 
what must be disbelief, and (could it be?) hope?
     I'd been getting a few strange looks lately, ever since I 
started growing a beard.  It must be something about the older 
man, or at least LOOKING like an older man, I thought.  I decided 
I liked the idea of looking older. (At 22, I felt that some 
people didn't think of me as a "doctor."  I looked too young.  So 
I was trying to shake the "youth" image.)  Still, I had been 
getting some strange looks lately.  I wondered if my beard was 
lopsided or something.
     The girl looking at me couldn't have been much over 14 years 
old; but even so, she was a knockout.  Creamy smooth skin, long 
brown hair, a pixie-ish look to her face, and a body that most 
models would kill for.  Quite frankly, I stared back.
     The girl seemed to work her nerve up to something.  "Uh 
pardon me," she said, hesitantly.  "Are you. . . ?" and paused, 
waiting for me to identify myself, so I did.
     "I'm Bill Morrow," I said, sticking out my hand in greeting.  
(NOT the sort of greeting I'd like to give this incredible piece 
of woman-flesh.  And boy, do I mean "Piece."  What a piece of 
tail!)  I was drooling.  What I'd give, for even a kiss from a 
girl like that, let alone. . . "Down Boy!" I whispered to my 
suddenly erect cock.  As you can tell, I hadn't had much 
experience with girls.  (All right, face it.  I didn't have ANY 
experience with girls.  At 22, I figured I was the oldest virgin 
in the state.  That's one reason I had taken a job so far out in 
the boonies.  Where girls were concerned, I was "chicken.")  For 
this girl, I felt a rush of adrenaline run through my body. . . 
For this girl, I'd do almost anything.  That's why what came 
next, almost floored me.



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     "Tammy Marlow," she said with a smile, that showed off two 
rows of perfect white teeth.  Though she smiled, there seemed to 
be considerable disappointment in my answer.  "Oh well, you can't 
win them all!" I told myself, wondering who she had hoped I was.  
(I didn't REALLY find out, until over a month later, on the night 
I met. . . But I'm getting ahead of my story.)  It turned out, 
that some times, you COULD grab the brass-ring.  "Could you do me 
a favor?" she asked me.
     "Anything," I breathed, meaning it.  If she had asked me to 
jump off the bridge, in the middle of town, I probably would have 
done it, at that moment.  (Of course, it's only 25 feet, from the 
lip, to the puddles below, so that's not as bad as it sounds.  
Besides, I'm pretty athletic anyway.  Back to the story.)
     "Could you kiss me?"
     I stared at her.  Obviously my hearing was bad.  Either 
that, or the sun was too hot, and I was having delusions.  Girls 
this beautiful just DID NOT walk up to complete strangers, and 
ask to be kissed.  Most especially, they did not ask ME!
     My jaw must have been flapping in the breeze, but she looked 
at me so wistfully, and hopefully, that I eventually shut it with 
a snap.   "Unh," I said, not very brightly.  "You want me to. . . 
?"
     "Kiss me.  Please?  I'd really appreciate it."
     About this time, some primitive part of my brain must have 
awoken, and was yelling at me, "GET GOING, YOU DUMMY.  If you  
miss this chance, you'll hate yourself the rest of your life!"  I 
did it.  I reached for her, she reached for me, and just like 
that, we were kissing.  Believe me, It was nothing like the 
kisses I used to receive from my mother, or my aunts.  I had seen 
kisses that looked about half this exciting in theaters and on 
television, but they never happened in real-life.  At least, not 
in my life!  Let me tell you:  Those kisses on the screen aren't 
half as good as what I got that day from Tammy.  She came into my 
arms; put hers around me; and kissed me with those soft beautiful 
lips that seemed to warm my very soul.  It was no chaste little 
peck on the lips, either.  It was a full-bodied slightly 
openmouthed warm loving smooch, that seemed to warm me from the 
tips of my toes, to the very ends of my hair.  I felt like I 
could feel each scale of my skin separately, there were two 
wonderful bumps of something pressing into my chest, and warm 
silky hair running through my fingers, and a lively body pressed 
up against me. . . It's a wonder I didn't melt down in a pile of 
goo, from sensual overload.  After that, things got even better.  
I know it doesn't seem possible, from what I've just described, 
but believe me, it did!
     "Thank you," said Tammy.  "I needed that.  You don't know, 
how much."
     "Not half as much as I did, Honey."  Somehow, it seemed OK, 
to call her "Honey" even though we'd just met two minutes before.  
(Only 2 minutes?  I felt like I'd known her for 10 years!)  "Can 
I take you to dinner?"  The minute I said it, I knew I had made a 
mistake.  Dinner?  Like we were already Dating?  I wanted to bite 
my tongue out of my mouth, as I waited for the rejection.




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     "Oh.  I'm so sorry."  (At least, she said it like she meant 
it, letting me down easy.)  "I promised Momma I'd be home for 
dinner tonight."  (Oh yeah! The oldest excuse in the book.)  I 
must have looked like a dog that just got kicked by its master.  
"But I'm free for lunch tomorrow.  How about then?"
     It took all of what little self control I had, to keep from 
yelling, "WAHOOO!" to the world.  The grin that spread across my 
face must have told her how I felt, because she said, "I'll take 
that as a 'YES' response."  Then teasing, "How about another one, 
'For the road.'" and she held her arms out expectantly.
     THIS time, I didn't hesitate.  As she came into my arms 
again, I must have blacked out from sheer overload of pleasure.  
All I remember is, that about 5 minutes later I was standing 
there alone, still mumbling to myself, "What a girl. WHAT a 
GIRL!" when the janitor came out of the building, and started to 
lock up.
     "Tammy Marlow?" He said, in answer to my question.  "Oh!  
She's the oldest of the Marlow girls.  They live in that BIG 
farmhouse, about a mile out of town.  Funny family.  Been here a 
long time.  Seem to be related to 3/4 of the people around here.  
By funny, I don't mean anything bad.  I wouldn't mind taking a 
shine to her myself.  Only 14 though, and her Daddy died about a 
year ago, after being laid-up for several years.  Been awful 
quiet since then.  Her Momma runs the place now.  Even if she's 
only 14, they do seem to get married young around here.  I never 
get any encouragement from the girls here though.  Maybe it's my 
breath."  He said this last, with a big grin, as he climbed into 
his pickup, and roared off into the gathering dusk.
     Well, that was the start.  After lunch the next day, Dinner 
two nights later, a movie, a date at the library, of all places, 
and a picnic, I proposed.
     At first, she was hesitant.  I was devastated.  I thought I 
knew her.  But it wasn't the proposal that was bothering her, it 
was something else.  "Uh.  There might be a problem," she said.
     I waited.
     "I can't get married, until I'm either 16, or. . . lets just 
say, until I'm 16," she said.  "That's over a year and a half."
     "So," I said, "some people around here get married as young 
as 12."   I knew, because I had looked it up.  I had a PERSONAL 
interest in the matter.  "Jailbait" was under 14 in this state, 
so I was safe there.
     "I can't," she said.  "At least, not until. . . I just 
can't.  Can you accept that?"
     If I had to wait 10 years, I probably would have.  "Then 
you'll marry me?" I asked again.  "When you're 16?"
     "Uh.  There's one more thing," said Tammy, looking almost 
scared.
     I raised my eyebrows.
     "I'm a virgin."
     "So am I," I said, raising HER eyebrows.  I guess I 
surprised her.  "I was hoping, that we could solve that mutual 
problem 'together.'"
     Tammy looked as if she was about to cry.  "That's the 
trouble," she said, "I can't.  At least not until. . ."  Again 
that strange hanging question.


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     I figured it out (Or at least I thought I did.  When, years 
later, I found out how much grief I put the two of us through, 
because of my stupid assumption. . . Well, lets just say I felt 
like the world's prize idiot, and a heel to boot.)  "Until you're 
married," I finished for her.  She started to explain, but I 
hushed her.  "If you can stand it, I can.  If that's what you 
want."
     Tammy looked ready to cry.  "I DON'T want it," she said.  "I 
just CAN'T.  I want so much to feel you inside me, squirting my 
little belly full of the warm sticky stuff that makes babies so 
much, I could cry!  But I just Can't!  At least not yet.  And 
it's not fair to YOU."
     "If you can wait, so can I," I replied.  "I can understand 
your wanting to be a 'Good Girl,' and remain a virgin until you 
get married."
     Tammy mumbled something like "That's not it at all," under 
her breath, then what I said registered.  "You'd do that for me?"  
she asked almost breathlessly.
     I nodded.
     Tammy said, "I promise you won't regret it."  How she kept 
that promise was. . . was. . . well amazing.  It wasn't until 
years later, that I found out what she had REALLY intended to do, 
was absolutely nothing like what actually happened.  Things just 
got out of hand, before she ever got the chance to explain, and 
then I got up on my high-horse, and never did let her.  At the 
time, she said, "I can't let you fuck me, but I can help you out 
in other ways.  Like right now, we can finger each other off.  
Later, we can do other things.  I know if I let you do too much, 
at first, we'll get carried away, and I won't be able to stop.  
Promise you'll follow my schedule?"
     I promised.
     "Then I will marry you.  Two days after I turn 16. is a 
Saturday, and the church is available."  I wasn't the ONLY one 
doing research, it turned out.
     So, for the next two weeks, we dated.  Only now, when we 
finished our dates, she would jack me off, and I would finger her 
off.  For such a horny, sexy girl, I couldn't figure out how she 
kept control, but somehow she did.  It only took a little 
pressure on the bud of her clitoris, to get her off, and the 
feeling of my fingers in her tight little hole would have her 
gasping and running like a river.  By the way, she really WAS a 
virgin, just like she said she was.  She told me, that when she 
turned 15, in about 6 more months, she would start giving me 
oral-sex, and that I could do the same to her.  Later, when we 
got closer to getting married (in about another 6 months) she 
would let me use her ass, to keep me from becoming too 
frustrated, but I would have to follow her strict timetable.  I 
decided that if her virginity was that precious, that she 
insisted on giving it to me, as a wedding-present, then I'd be a 
fool to chance losing her by pushing things.
     It seemed like every day, I found more about her to love; 
and wonderfully, she seemed to find more about me to love.  
Everything seemed like it couldn't possibly get better, until the 
night she had me meet her family.  What a disaster!



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     No, it wasn't what you think.  It wasn't that her family 
didn't like me.  They did.  Too much, and THAT was the trouble.
     I knew that there was SOME reason Tammy was nervous about 
having me meet her family.  By now, I knew she had four younger 
sisters:  Karen (13, almost 14 herself) Suzy (12) Judy (10)  and 
Ginny (5, almost 6).  Her mother's name was Joan, and she was 27.  
(That should have told me something right there, but I wasn't 
into subtraction (27, minus almost-15, minus 9-months = 11 years 
old, or possibly 12, when she first got pregnant with Tammy.  As 
I said, I didn't figure this out until later, when I had my face 
rubbed in it.)  I knew her father had passed away, over a year 
ago, and it still hurt.  Still, I was eager to meet the family of 
the girl I loved.  (And I kind of wondered about the old saw: 
"Are there any more at home like you?"  It turned out there 
were. . . 5 more!)
     The night in question, Tammy jittered for an hour, watching 
me get dressed, making sure I looked good enough to eat.  She 
made a strange request: She asked me to shave off my beard, just 
for this occasion.  Since I knew that Tammy actually LIKED my 
beard, and it had taken me over 8 months to get it into its nice 
neat present appearance, I naturally refused.  If I had listened 
to her, a lot of hurt could have been avoided, I guess.  On the 
other hand, there was a LOT of fun, that I wouldn't have missed 
for the world, that came out of my wearing a beard that night.  I 
finally found out what it was about the beard, that caused so 
many people in town to stare at me too.  (And why I met Tammy in 
the first-place, as well.)
     We came to her house a little before dusk.  It was about 6 
o'clock, on a fine Sunday evening.  The house was one of those 
big old Victorian farmhouses that were big enough for 3 modern 
day families.  Unlike most of them however, this one was in good 
shape.  It was square-built, three-stories, a cupola, and a 
basement, with a veranda/porch circling about 3/4 of the way 
around the first floor.  It was beautiful.  Someone had obviously 
spent a lot of work (and probably money) keeping this house so 
nice.
     We entered through the parlor.  (I know; people don't have 
parlors these days.  But THEY did!)  Surprisingly, there was no 
one waiting to see us when we came in.  I found out later, that 
we were early, as Tammy wanted to "prep" me before I met her 
family.
     "If everything goes right tonight," she breathed sexily in 
my ear, "we might not have to wait any more."
     I WISH that I had really LISTENED to her then.  I did 
listen, as she continued, "Now you do WHATEVER they ask you to," 
she whispered, "especially Momma.  Promise?  You'll do  anything 
they ask?  I guarantee you won't regret it!"
     "Well, I won't kill anybody."
     "They won't ask you to."
     Both of us were thinking different thoughts, but NOW I'm 
sure that we both had the same thing in mind:  That she would 
"make it worth my while" to do what she asked.  Later that night, 
I jumped to a much different conclusion, as you will see.  In any 
case, I promised.



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     Tammy opened the parlor door, and led me into the living-
room.  "Momma, we're here!" she called out.
     NEVER have I seen such a simple phrase, get such an 
unexpected response.  The lovely woman, dressed in a stylish 
dress, almost a mini-skirt turned around, saw the two of us, and 
turned white as a sheet.  "George!" she gasped, and almost 
collapsed.  There were two other occupants of the room.  One of 
them was a girl, just a little younger than Tammy, looking almost 
like her twin-sister, that I figured must be Karen.  The other 
one, was a little girl who couldn't be over 6 years old.  In 
fact, she looked only four or five, but had a beauty and charm 
that most girls don't get until they're in their twenties, and 
some never do.  The older girl just stared at me, with her mouth 
open, reminding me of Tammy, the first time we met.  NOW I 
figured I knew the reason Tammy was scared to bring me home:  She 
was afraid of the competition.  The little girl was the first to 
react though, and (as far as I was concerned) her reaction was 
completely unexpected.
     "DADDY!" she shrieked, and jumped at me.  The little girl 
was surprisingly strong and unbelievably agile.  The next thing I 
knew, she had her arms around my neck, and was sobbing violently 
on my shoulder.  "Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," she sobbed, over and 
over.  "They told me you were DEAD," she whimpered some more, 
then continued, "I knew it wasn't true Daddy, but they insisted.  
They made me believe it.  Oh Daddy, I missed you so much.  Please 
don't leave me again Daddy.  I promise I'll be good this time.  
Please Daddy?  Please?"
     My heart was almost breaking.  NOW I finally knew why Tammy 
had been so attracted to me that first day.  How could I possibly 
break this little girl's heart, by telling her that I wasn't her 
Daddy, and that I couldn't stay here.  Suddenly I remembered 
Tammy's words.  THIS must have been what she was really worried 
about.  And I had promised to do ANYTHING they asked.
     I did the best I could.  I couldn't go on letting the little 
girl think I was her father.  It would be so much worse, when she 
found out the truth.  On the other hand, what with planning to 
marry Tammy, I sure didn't plan on leaving town immediately 
either.
     "Honey, look at me," I commanded firmly, untwining the 
stranglehold the child had on my neck.  "Look at me closely."
     Sniffling, the little girl released her hold on my neck, and 
leaned back in my arms to do as I asked.  Puzzled at first, then 
with a growing sense of unease.  "You look different, Daddy," she 
said.
     "Uhuh.  Keep looking."
     She looked at my beard, started, then looked at my cheeks 
very closely.  "You're not Daddy, are you?" she finally said, 
looking so sad, I wanted to cuddle her, and BE her daddy for her.
     "No I'm not.  I'm sorry.  I wish I was."
     "So do I."  A whisper.  "Does that mean, you'll have to go 
away like Daddy did?"
     This time I grinned.  "I don't plan on leaving town anytime 
soon, if that's what you mean."
     "OK, Daddy, even if you aren't Daddy."  Oh, the lovely 
illogic of youth!


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     Tammy leaned over and whispered in my ear, "You handled that 
beautifully!  I love you."
     I hissed back at her, "You MIGHT have given me some warning, 
you know!  I love you too."
     This scene was interrupted by the arrival of Tammy's other 
two sisters.  The older of the two was dressed in a mini-skirt 
that looked painted on.  Her midriff was bare, and the tight 
tube-top seemed to emphasize her budding breasts WAY too much for 
such a young girl.  The effect, was much more sexy, than if she 
had been completely naked.  I immediately had a chance to check 
that observation, as the last member of the family arrived.  This 
was obviously Judy, and she had (also obviously) just been taking 
a bath, when her sister's screams brought her running also.  You 
guessed it; she WAS completely naked, and unashamedly so.  I was 
right.  Her sister definitely looked sexier.  Of course, that 
might have been because she was older, and more developed, but 
none of the girls were what you would call bad lookers.  Still, 
seeing her there with her tits sticking out, and her bare little 
cunny dripping water from the tub, she was a pedophile's wet-
dream.  Even I was getting a hard-on, looking at the two of them, 
and little girls aren't my bag.
     "WOW!" said the younger girl.  "He looks just like Daddy!"
     "He sure does!" said the older one.
     All eyes turned to the older woman like beacons.
     "AFTER dinner," said the woman, emphatically.
     Obediently, the children left to finish preparing for 
dinner.  Slowly, my erection subsided.  I hoped that no one had 
noticed.  (It turned out, that EVERYONE had noticed, but I'll get 
to that later)
     Dinner was wonderful, but full of strange looks being passed 
between all of the children and their mother.  Secret signals 
were passed; questions were asked and answered, in some secret 
family code that families develop after years of living together.  
All I could tell was, that I had some part in what was being 
asked and planned.  If I had known about the family customs, or 
if her mother had given Tammy a chance to talk to me, after 
dinner, the big blow-up would never have occurred.  Still, Tammy 
says she's not sorry, as she got a chance to show me how much she 
really loved me, in a way that she never would have had 
otherwise.  I'm still trying to show her, how much I appreciate 
what she did, years later.
     After dinner, the whole family paused, then the "buck" was 
somewhat obviously passed to Tammy, as she was the eldest, and I 
was HER boyfriend.  "Momma?" asked Tammy.  "Will he do?"
     I THOUGHT she was asking if I was good enough for Tammy to 
marry.  Shows you what thought did.  I listened eagerly, 
wondering what Tammy would do, if her mother said no.  I needn't 
have worried.  June (Tammy's mother, remember?) grinned and 
nodded.  "He'll do," she said.
     This set off an explosion of cheers and "Yippee!"'s from the 
younger children.  Shortly, an argument ensued, that at first I 
didn't get.





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     "I get him first!" yelled Suzy.
     "I do!" screamed Karen.
     "Hey! What about me?" complained Judy.
     "He's MY. . ."  Tammy's voice was cut off by her mother.
     "Yes he is," she said.  "So you get him all the time.  Your 
sisters don't.  So tonight, you let them have him, and you leave 
him alone.  You can always get him."  (Oh, if she'd only known!)
     "But MOM, I've nev. . ."  June's glare silenced her.
     "Do you want me to say no, for everyone?" she asked.
     Tammy shut up, with a snap, looking at me helplessly.
     I wanted to support her, but didn't even know what the 
argument was about.  I shrugged, and Tammy collapsed.
     "OK Momma," she said.  She really did love me.
     "OK, now that that's settled: Suzy, you asked first."
     A quick "Yippee" was quickly silenced.
     "Karen, you're next."
     "I'm ALWAYS last," mumbled Judy, petulantly.
     "Are you in, or out?" asked Joan.  It was obvious who ran 
THIS family.
     "I'm' in, I'm in."
     "Finally, Ginny."
     Little Ginny's eyes got real big, as her mother looked at 
her.  Then she shook her head from side to side.  No.
     "OK, Ginny's out.  I'm last."
     "Oh wow Mom, You too?"
     "It's been over five years.  Don't you think I deserve it?"
     Nobody argued.
     I had been following this strange discussion with some 
puzzlement, when I felt someone pulling on my shoulder.  It was 
little 12-year-old Suzy.  "Well, c'mon," she said  "Don't you 
want to?"
     I looked over at Tammy who was looking at me hopelessly.  I 
could tell she didn't like this, (whatever it was) but saw no way 
out.  I decided I'd just better follow her earlier instructions.  
Still, since she looked so worried, I looked at her again, 
looking for a yes, no, or anything.  She just looked straight 
ahead.  I guess her mother's threat had removed her options.  (I 
must say, that at THAT moment, it didn't look so bad to her, as 
her mother had said that she could have me afterwards.  What she 
didn't figure on, were her own reactions, and my reaction to 
that.)
     "Are you coming?" repeated Suzy, now looking a little 
desperate.
     Well, I had promised to do "anything."  Obediently, I 
followed the child, now skipping gleefully ahead of me.
     "I want my first time to be in my bed," said the 12-year-
old.
     "Huh"  I felt like I had stepped on a stair that wasn't 
there.  Had I missed something?  "First time for what?" I asked.  
She couldn't mean. . . She did.
     "First time I get fucked, of course.  Come on.  My cousin 
got fucked when she was only 7, and since Daddy got sick we've 
been all just DYING to get fucked.  I can't wait until I have a 
baby!"



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     My jaw was about two inches from the floor.  "You want me 
to. . .to. . . to get you pregnant?"
     "Of course, Silly!  That's the whole Idea.  Didn't Tammy 
tell you?"
     Obviously she hadn't
     "Oh don't worry about it.  Just come here and fuck me.  Or 
don't you want to?"  By this time, the child had finished 
removing her clothes, and was starting to help me get undressed 
as well.
     My cock, which had been so stimulated earlier, was not going 
to let me get away with lying, on this one.  After 22 years, I 
decided it was time I got fucked myself.  Tammy had obviously set 
me up on this one, and since she wouldn't give me any sex 
herself, I didn't see why I should turn down an offer she seemed 
to want me to take.  Especially after telling me to do "anything" 
her sisters asked me to.  I did it.
     I got between the little girl's legs, and fucked her.  Being 
a doctor, I knew where all the appropriate parts were, even if I 
had never done it before, so there was no real initial 
clumsiness.  Before I could count to 10, both Suzy and I were no 
longer virgins.
     "OW!" she said.  "That hurt."
     I told her, that it was supposed to hurt, the first time.
     She decided she wanted to continue, so I started sliding my 
big cock in and out of the little girl's belly.  I knew it was 
wrong to fuck such a little girl, but I couldn't help myself.  
Before I was really ready, I knew I was about to cum.  O SHIT! I 
didn't have any condoms!  By this time, Suzy was starting to 
enjoy it, and had her legs wrapped around me, as she grunted and 
groaned with pleasure.
     "I've got to pull out," I warned her.  "I don't want to get 
you pregnant."
     "Don't you DARE," said the determined little girl.  "If you 
pull out, and squirt it on my tummy, instead of inside me, where 
it belongs, I'm going to run screaming down the street, saying 
you raped me!  The whole family will back me up, and with your 
sperm all over me, you'll be lucky to get out of jail before 
you're 80.  Now shut up, and fuck!"
     You'd think that this spiel, about charging me with rape, 
would make me wilt like a wet-noodle, but instead, knowing that 
she actually WANTED me to cum in her (and possibly knock her up) 
was so sexy, that I got even harder, if possible.  Two seconds 
later, I lost control, and started squirting my sperm inside her 
cute little belly, where she wanted it.  It felt so good, to let 
that rusty load of baby-juice go.  Especially, in the belly of a 
little girl who actually WANTED me to get her pregnant.
     Afterwards, I looked down at my penis, and the red ring 
around it.  In the last few years, I had begun to wonder if I was 
EVER going to lose my own virginity.  I had never expected to be 
lucky enough to fuck one.  Now, it looked like I might get two, 
since Tammy was still a virgin also.  (Little did I realize. . .)






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     When we finished, Suzy hauled me, still naked, and still 
dripping cum off my red-ringed cock back into the living room, 
where the rest of the family was waiting.  "Look Momma, I did 
it," she said proudly, showing off her cum-dripping little slit, 
and the red splotches on my cock to her mother.  This was 
somewhat embarrassing to me, as Tammy was watching, looking 
daggers at me.  Tammy was the only one still dressed.  The whole 
rest of the family, including Ginny was naked, as they all looked 
at Suzy's no-longer-virgin hole, with my sperm still oozing out 
of it, and my pinkish-cream covered cock.
     The moment she got a chance, Tammy motioned me over, so that 
she could whisper in my ear.  "Why her?" she asked.  Anger 
showing briefly in her eyes.  "My God, she's only 12 years old!" 
reminding me of her little sister's "jailbait" status.
     For a second, fear went through my body, then I started to 
get mad.  "Because you told me too," I whispered back.  "Are you 
going to tell on me?"
     She shook her head.  "Of course not!  Momma and my sisters 
wouldn't support me, if I did, anyway.  What I mean is, why her?  
Why not Me?  You could have asked Momma for me first.  She would 
have understood."
     Now, I WAS mad.  I had wanted to fuck Tammy for so long, and 
she wouldn't let me.  Now, just because her little sister fucked 
me, she decides SHE wants to get fucked?  "Because you told me 
you didn't WANT to!" I hissed back.
     Tammy started to open her mouth, to tell me something, when 
we were interrupted.  "Hey guys, it's my turn," said Karen, 
pulling me away before her sister could finish explaining her 
actions.
     This time, I followed Karen down the hall.  If I didn't look 
too hard, she looked just like Tammy.  For a bit, I fantasized 
that it WAS Tammy that I was going to fuck.  The illusion was 
very easy to keep up.  I found out that Karen had similar ideas.  
When we came to a bedroom, and stopped to open the door, I asked, 
"'this your room?" and was surprised by the answer.
     "No," replied Karen, "it's Tammy's.  I know you like Tammy a 
lot, and I wanted to pretend that you're MY boyfriend, and I'm 
the one you're going to marry.  I know Tammy won't mind if we use 
her room.  Especially since its because you love her.  I know I 
look a lot like Tammy, so could we pretend I'm her, when we 
fuck?"
     How could I refuse an offer like that?  I grinned, nodded, 
and said, "OK, Tammy  I'm going to fuck the shit out of you!" as 
I pushed her back on the bed, and shoved my cum-leaking prick up 
in her tight little snatch.
     There was a snapping sensation, and Karen let out an "Ouch!"  
Another virgin?!  I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know."  It was the 
truth.  At almost 14, and being so ready to fuck, how was I to 
suspect she was still a virgin.  Of course, since Tammy was a 
virgin, and her little sister had been one too, I SHOULD have 
guessed.
     "Never mind that," said Karen, falling back into her role as 
"Tammy."  "Shut up, and fuck me, like a girl SHOULD get fucked by 
her fiance."



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     I did.  With her virginity no longer in the way, but adding 
to the illusion in its own way, I fucked "Tammy" like I had 
wanted to, from the day we met.
     "Oh Tammy," I said, sliding my engorged prick up in the 
girl's tight squeezing little slit, "I love you so much."  In and 
out I slid, bringing first grunts, then whimpers of delight from 
the beautiful girl on the bed.  After only a few moments of this, 
I knew I was losing control.  I was going to cum!  Suddenly, I 
remembered. This wasn't Tammy, the girl I was going to marry, and 
who I expected to carry my babies.  This was her little sister, 
and I STILL didn't have any protection!
     "Unh.  Ungghh!" I panted.  "I'm going to cum," I warned her.  
"I'd better pull out.  I don't want to get you pregnant."
     Karen slowed her humping back at me, just long enough to 
ask, "Would you pull out, If it was Tammy?  If she wanted you to 
get her pregnant?"
     All I could do, was shake my head.
     "Then don't you DARE pull out of me.  Pretend I'm Tammy, and 
you're getting me pregnant.  I want you to.  My period isn't 
until next week, so there's still a chance."
     It was too much.  The thought, that this beautiful, virgin, 
sexy, young girl, who looked so much like my beloved Tammy, was 
not only fertile, but actually WANTED me to get her pregnant, was 
WAY too much for my overexcited cock.  I began spewing thick 
sticky gobs of my seed in her unprotected young womb, actually 
trying to get her pregnant, as I tried to deposit as much sperm 
as I could, as far up inside her welcoming young womb, as I 
could.  "Oh Tammy," I said, losing myself in the fantasy.  "I'm 
cumming in you.  I'm making a baby in that sexy little belly of 
yours.  I can't wait to see that cute little tummy swollen with 
my baby inside."
     Each time I spasmed inside her, Karen would squeeze back, 
working to maintain the illusion.  "Oh Bill," she panted.  "I'm 
so glad we didn't have to wait until we got married.  I've always 
envied those girls who had big bellies when they got married.  
Get me pregnant.  Please?  I want to carry your baby.  Maybe I 
can have a baby, and STILL be pregnant, by the time we're 
married.  Aauugh!"  The excitement was too much for her, as the 
thought of carrying my baby in her tummy made her climax 
uncontrollably.  Squeeze after squeeze milked every last drop of 
my sperm up inside her waiting young womb, until she collapsed in 
a heap, as her strength finally deserted her.
     "O Thank You!" she gasped.  "I hope I'm pregnant now."
     "Thank YOU," I said, almost as out of breath as she was.  
The thought of this sexy young girl, who looked so much like my 
beloved Tammy, carrying my baby in her flat little tummy was so 
arousing, that I almost climbed on top of her, and gave her a 
second helping.  "If not," I said, grinning, "I can always come 
over and give you another injection of Doc. Morrow's Physic for 
young girls who suffer from lack of maternity.  Patent Pending."
     "You'd better," she said, giggling at the thought, "or I'm 
liable to slap you with a 'lack-of-paternity' suit!"
     O God!  She even had her older sister's humor, that I loved 
so much!  "Wouldn't that be 'lack of maternity' on your part?" I 
asked, bringing more giggles.


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     I was almost ready to climb on top of her, and give her a 
second "injection," to make sure I had "done my job" so to speak, 
when she stopped me.  "Momma and Judy are still waiting," she 
reminded me.  "Or do you think you can do me again, and still 
have enough left for them?"
     I thought about it.  "I don't know," I said, honestly.  
"This is the first time for me, too."
     Karen's eyes widened in surprise.  Somehow, she had never 
suspected ME of being a virgin.  Not counting her little sister, 
that is.  "You mean?" she asked.
     "Uhuh.  Tonight, with your little sister Suzy, was the first 
time I ever did it with a girl."
     For a second, Karen digested this, then a slightly worried 
look appeared on her face.  "You're not. . . ?"  She couldn't say 
it.
     I grinned.  She was wondering if I was gay, with the 
evidence she had running out of her well-fucked little crack?  
"No," I said.  "I've never done it with a guy, either."
     Her face cleared, and she grinned back at me.  "Then we'd 
better not take a chance," she said.  "If Judy, or Momma missed 
out tonight, just because I got greedy, and went for 'seconds', 
they'd never forgive me.  She shivered a little at the thought.  
"Besides," she added, "they need it just as much as I did, and 
have been waiting almost as long.  It wouldn't be fair, If I got 
pregnant tonight, and they never got a chance."
     I was so startled at the implications of this, that I 
scarcely noticed that she was leading me back to the living room, 
where she repeated her younger sister's proud display of her 
missing virginity, and the sperm I had ejaculated inside her.  I 
started wondering:  Did they ALL want me to get them pregnant?  
Even little Judy?  For a second, I had a horrible thought:  What 
about Ginny?  There was NO WAY I was going to fuck a little 5-
year-old girl, and try to knock her up!  Then I remembered.  
Ginny was "out," and I breathed a sigh of relief.  Still, I 
sweated.  What if Ginny had asked to be in?  Her mother HAD 
asked!  Oh well, not my problem.  At least, not tonight, anyway.
     I did have another problem: Tammy.  She looked like she was 
going to cry.  "Did you have to do it in my room?" she hissed.
     I tried to explain, about it being Karen's fantasy that I 
was fucking her.  Tammy looked a little mollified at this, but a 
tear ran down her cheek, as she said.  "*I* wanted to be the 
first one to 'do it' in my room."  I didn't know what to say.  I 
sure wasn't going to wait for another 14 months to fuck Karen, 
just because Tammy wanted to be first to "Do it in her room."  I 
couldn't figure out what was bothering Tammy.  She didn't seem to 
be mad at me for fucking her sisters.  And she had almost TOLD me 
that she expected me to.  I asked her, "Didn't you WANT me to 
fuck Karen and Suzy?  Should I have said no?"
     Tammy shook her head.  "No, of course not.  They needed it 
just as bad as I do.  It's just that. . . Oh, You don't 
understand!"






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     I didn't.  I figured that maybe she expected me to wait 
until after we got married, so that she got fucked first, before 
she let her sisters have me.  But if she thought I was going to 
turn down her sexy little sisters, especially when she told me 
that she didn't mind, if I fucked them, and they were crawling 
all over me, just begging to get fucked. . . I'd have to be 
crazy.  Just because Tammy wanted to remain the "Nice-Girl" until 
she got married, didn't mean that her sisters had to suffer 
because they wanted to be "sluts."  I take that back.  Her 
sisters were NOT sluts.  They were very sexy little girls who for 
some reason, had decided to ACT like sluts, when they saw me.  I 
couldn't figure it out.  I am DEFINITELY not the guy that most 
girls throw themselves at.  But first Tammy had done just that, 
and now her whole family (except for her) was crawling all over 
me, like "slut city" which I knew they weren't (At least two 
cherries attested to this fact.)  My ruminations were cut short 
by Judy.
     "MY turn," she breathed in my ear, grabbing me away from 
Tammy, and pulling me over to the big leather couch.
     Tammy grabbed my other arm, and held me back a second, while 
she whispered fiercely in my ear, "For God's sake, Bill.  She's 
only 10 years old!"
     That was a scary thought.  I knew what they did to 
pedophiles in this state.  It wasn't nice.  Still, her whole 
family was looking at me expectantly.  I wasn't sure what to do.
     "Do you mean I shouldn't fuck her?" I whispered back.  12 
years old was one thing, but if Tammy told me to leave her 10-
year-old little sister alone, you'd better believe I would.
     "No.  Idiot!  I mean, she's only 10 years old, and awfully 
small.  Don't you DARE hurt my little sister."
     I looked at Judy.  Barely tall enough to reach my chest, she 
couldn't weigh more than 45 pounds.  Barely visible bumps were 
starting to appear on her chest, but it was still almost as flat 
as most boys.  Her tiny little slit was barely more than a crack 
in the peach-shaped mound between her legs.  Not a trace of hair 
marred the smooth roundness between her legs.  Still, she had a 
sexy exuberance, and an eagerness that, as I said before, made 
her a pedophiles wet-dream 'cum' true.  (Pun intended.)  Tammy 
had a point.
     "It's bound to hurt, if she's still a virgin," I said.  
"Maybe I'd better not."
     "Oooohh, MEN!" said Tammy, now disgusted.  "It'll hurt her a 
LOT more, if you don't.  Believe me, I KNOW!  So you get over 
there and fuck her.  Just be careful, OK?"
     I reassured her, that I would do my best.  Actually, I was 
slightly annoyed.  I thought Tammy knew me better than that.  If 
she thought I'd do anything to hurt this beautiful child who 
looked at me so trustingly. . . I suppressed my annoyance.  Tammy 
was just being normally protective of her little sister.
     Judy had been waiting impatiently, while this was going on.  
"Are you two finished yet?" she asked exasperatedly.
     We both assured her, that we were.





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     "Then get over here, and fuck me," she said.
     "Right here?" I asked in surprise.  After all, her sisters 
had each insisted that I do it in private.
     "Right here!" insisted the 10-year-old.  "I want everyone, 
including Momma to see that I'm a big girl now.  Besides, I've 
always dreamed of getting my first fuck right here, with the 
whole family watching.  Of course, since Daddy died, I couldn't 
but. . . Please?!"  The little girl looked ready to burst into 
tears at the thought that I might refuse.
     What could I do?  I had promised Tammy that I wouldn't hurt 
the little girl, and right now, it looked like the way I would 
hurt the 10-year-old the most, was by refusing her request.  That 
is, if you count hurts of the heart.  Both Tammy and I did.  I 
was never much of an exhibitionist, (Who am I kidding, I was so 
shy, the thought of making love in a roomful of people, was 
frightening!)  Still, it was even more scary to think of letting 
the little girl down, in front of her whole family.  It might 
scar her mentally, for life.
     While I was deciding this, Judy had arranged herself on the 
couch, with her legs spread, waiting.  I kneeled down on the 
floor, and kind of waddled up to her.  An unexpected problem 
arose.  Or, more correctly, didn't arise.  My cock, which had 
performed admirably up to this point, was as limp as a wet 
noodle.  (I TOLD you I was shy!)  Oh SHIT!  I felt like I was 
going to cry, and Judy looked the same way.  I tried jacking on 
it, and rubbing it up against her little crack (Which was dry. 
Probably because she was justifiably scared.) but nothing worked.
     By now, I WAS crying, silent tears running down my cheeks, 
as I felt so embarrassed I wanted to run out of the house, and 
never come back.  Judy was starting to cry too.  No sobs from her 
either, but I could see the wetness pooling in her eyes, about to 
run down her cheeks.  The evening REALLY would have been a 
complete disaster, if June hadn't taken a hand at that moment.  
Seeing the trouble we were having; the girl's mother decided to 
"take a hand" in things.
     "Here, let me help," said the woman.  She reached down 
between the two of us; and grabbing my limp penis, she started 
prattling a string of obscene suggestions and lewd ideas that 
would have shocked a meeting of "Pedophiles Anonymous."  I don't 
remember the exact words, my mind was in somewhat of a state of 
shock at the time, but it went something like this:
















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     "Big nasty man!  Wanting to fuck a 10-year-old girl.  Shame 
on you.  Wanting to stick this big nasty cock up inside a baby 
girl who's only 10 years old.  Think of it, squirting your nasty 
old baby-juice in this tight little tummy, making it swell with 
your baby inside.  Little girl wants to get fucked.  Wants a big 
nasty cock squirting thick sticky sperm inside her tight little 
cunny, filling her cute little belly full of baby-making cum.  
Little 10-year-old girl wants a big belly.  See, she wants you to 
put your nasty old cock right up inside her, so you can fill her 
tight little cunny with your nasty old sperm, and get her 
pregnant.  Don't you want to put your big old baby-maker in her 
tight little slit, and fill her tiny little womb with your nasty 
old sperm."
     With this stimulation, my cock had risen, and was almost 
hard enough to fuck with.  The woman's words would have made a 
pedophile out of a priest.  It was then, that June started to get 
REALLY nasty.
     "Cute little baby girl," she said.  "Wants to get pregnant 
by a man old enough to be her own father.  Think of it.  This 
little kid could be your own little baby girl.  Wouldn't it be a 
thrill to knock your own kid up?  You know, you even look like 
her Daddy.  How about it Judy?  Would you like Daddy to get you 
pregnant?"
     Judy was panting by now, her little crack showing a shine, 
that showed she was definitely aroused.  "Oh YES, Daddy!" she 
said, falling into the fantasy.  "Oh Daddy, do it.   Teach me how 
to make a baby.  Please Daddy?"
     "See," continued June, "Your little girl wants her own 
handsome Daddy to make a baby in her tight little belly.  
Wouldn't it be a kick to see your own little 10-year-old 
daughter, with her tiny little belly all big and swollen with 
your baby kicking inside?  Now you get down there, and fuck your 
little girl, and knock her up, like you're supposed to."
     By this time, my cock was so stiff, I could have driven 
nails with it; the child's mother had gotten me so excited.  
Judy's little slit was no longer dry either, as her mother's 
words seemed to have stimulated her, almost as much as they had 
me.  I barely remembered to ask three VERY important questions.  
After all, as Tammy and her mother reminded me, she WAS only 10 
year old.
     "Are you sure you want to do this?"  Most important 
question.
     Judy nodded and said, "Please Daddy," maintaining the 
fantasy her mother had started, while reaching down and pulling 
my cock up against her creaming little slit, and trying to stuff 
it inside.  Well, there was no doubt about THAT one.
     Second question.  "Are you a virgin?"  Stupid, I know, she 
was only 10 years old, and her MUCH older sisters had been, still 
it wasn't unheard-of in a child that young, to not-be.
     Another nod.  By this time, two inches of my cock had 
vanished in the little girl's belly as she winced from the strain 
of taking my adult-sized penis in her tiny little slit.  It 
turned out, that my second question was also unnecessary, as my 
cock was even then bumping up against the little girl's hymen.



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     Final question.  I felt sure I knew the answer to this one 
already, but I was going to ask anyway.  "Do you want me to get 
you pregnant?  Or should I take precautions?"
     A nod, and then a Definite, "NO!  I want you to make a baby 
in me.  Please Daddy?  I've been having periods for 6 months now, 
and I've been ready for YEARS.  Promise you won't pull out, 
Daddy.  Please?"
     I looked around at the interested observers.  I somehow got 
the feeling that they'd kill me, if I turned the little girl 
down. . . Well, maybe not "kill," but something drastic.  Even 
Tammy seemed to want me to impregnate her little sister.  Her 
mother's sexy words rolled through my head.  Only 10 years old, 
and pregnant with my kid.  It was too sexy.  Without thinking, I 
did what was probably the best thing after-all.  I jammed my cock 
up in the little girl's 10-year-old belly, as hard as I could.
     "OW!" said Judy, as I ripped her hymen to shreds, then: 
"Ow," again, as my cock, slickened by the girls juices, and the 
remnants of sperm from my earlier exploits with her older 
sisters, combined with a new generous helping of pre-cum, 
supplied by her mother's stimulation, slid not only all the way 
up inside her vagina, but all the way up to, into, and THROUGH 
the little girl's cervix, until my oversized penis was dribbling 
pre-cum and some sperm, right into the child's developing young 
womb.
     I started to apologize, but Judy wouldn't let me.  For some 
reason, in spite of the pain, feeling my cock stretching her 
uterus, and most especially feeling my sperm dripping inside her 
tiny little womb, while the knob of my cock stretched her womb, 
and bumped against the back of it, caused her to start climaxing, 
and climaxing, and climaxing, and she couldn't stop.
     Judy grabbed me in a death-grip, and forced herself up even 
harder on my cock, somehow managing to get another full inch of 
my oversized penis inside her tiny little womb.  The spasming of 
her little cunny milking on my engorged penis, nursing on it like 
a calf sucks on its mother's teat, would have been enough to make 
a statue squirt sperm, let alone a mere human like me.
     I had barely gotten my cock all the way in the little girl, 
before I started filling her womb with gob after gob of thick 
sticky sperm.  Spasm after spasm shook me, as I emptied myself 
inside her tiny little body.
     Judy shrieked!  Feeling my sperm squirting in her womb, was 
too much.  I felt a tight ring clamp down on my engorged penis, 
as her uterus went into spasms and her vagina milked and sucked 
on me, until I had no more to give.  On and on it went.  I'd 
squirt a big gob of sperm in the little girl's tiny little womb, 
and she'd clamp down on my penis in response.  Feeling her tiny 
little cunny squeezing on my cock, while her uterus clamped on 
the head, like an over-tight rubber-band, would cause me to send 
another fresh helping of baby-juice into the 10-year-old little 
girl's belly.  This continued, until my balls ached with dry 
squirts, as I tried to send even more sperm that I didn't have, 
into the child's welcoming young womb.  Still, Judy gasped and 
heaved underneath me, as the feeling of my sperm inside her womb 
tickled and stimulated her.



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     It wasn't until I had to pull my cock out of her uterus, 
because it actually HURT, that she slowed down, and finally 
stopped.
     Judy looked at me, love filling her eyes.  "Oh Daddy!  I 
never DREAMED it would be that good," she said, while her little 
vagina kept my penis comfortably warm and semi-erect inside her.  
"I don't know how I'll be able to stand it, when you take it 
out."
     "Whoooo!" I gasped, hardly able to talk.  An experience like 
this, almost had me ready to switch to little girls for my 
thrills.  Previously, only a well-developed girl like Tammy, or 
her mother had been able to turn me on.  A woman's well-developed 
chest, with swaying milk-jugs, and rounded fanny were the stuff 
of my dreams.  I knew, that from now on, big beautiful boobs, and 
furry snatches and shapely legs would be joined occasionally by 
tight little bare cunnies and smooth little tummies and tiny 
bumps on chests in my dreams.
     I wasn't really a pedophile YET, but suddenly I could see 
how such people could be made.  Previously, I had thought that a 
man must be sick, to even be turned on by a child who didn't have 
hair on her cunny, or breasts bigger than a boy's.  I sure didn't 
FEEL sick, but after sharing this experience with Judy, I no 
longer felt that only big-girls were sexually exciting.
     For several long minutes, we just lay there together, 
enjoying the feeling of being mated, until a discreet cough 
reminded us that we had company.  Regretfully, we pulled apart.  
By now, my penis had shrunk back to a nubbin, while Judy lay 
there on the couch, with big globs of white starting to ooze up 
out of her tiny little crack.
     Seeing that I was in no shape to proceed immediately, 
Tammy's mother shooed us all back into the kitchen, where we all 
enjoyed a hot cup of coffee, and some dessert.  (Pie, and/or 
cake, a-la-mode)  All the girls wouldn't leave me alone (not that 
I WANTED to be left alone.  I loved the feeling of being loved 
and wanted.)  They all kept brushing their naked little bodies up 
against me, enjoying the feel of skin-to-skin contact.  Finally, 
Tammy got annoyed, and came over and sat in my lap, preempting 
me, as it were.  After all, SHE was my fiancee.
     "Well," said Tammy, breathing in my ear, "at least, you did 
THAT right.  I've never seen Judy so happy.  Just remember, 
you're supposed to be marrying ME."
     I couldn't forget it.  Through the skimpy little dress, I 
could feel the warm sexy body of the girl I loved, and whose mind 
matched mine so well.  We liked the same things, we worked well 
together, we had read the same books, we just "clicked" in so 
many ways.  The only difference, was that I was oversexed and 
horny, and she wanted to wait until we got married.  Even that, I 
knew wasn't an obstacle, as I knew from our few petting sessions, 
that Tammy was just as hot for my body, as I was for hers.  We 
both had long discussions of how many kids we were going to have 
(6 or 8) and what we were going to name them, and the fun we'd 
have making them.  Believe me, I KNEW Tammy wasn't frigid.  Not 
only that, but she had actually PUSHED me into this incredible 
situation, where I was fucking all of her sisters, and it looked 
like I was going to be fucking her mother as well!


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     It seemed like Tammy had figured out the perfect way to keep 
me sexually satisfied, without losing me to someone else, while 
she kept her virginity until she got married.  (Shows what 
jumping to conclusions will do for you.)  Her sisters were sexy 
as hell and I did love them, but it was Tammy I loved and wanted 
to marry, and spend the rest of my life with.  Even when I got 
mad at her, that one time, I didn't even THINK of abandoning her 
for one of her little sisters.  It was always Tammy or nothing.  
I wasn't about to take second-best.  That's one reason why later 
on, I got so insistent about the "virginity" thing.
     Tammy whispered in my ear, "We've GOT to talk, after we 
leave."
     I agreed.  We most certainly DID have to talk.  Especially 
after her springing this on me unannounced.  Not to mention, not 
telling me about my resemblance to her father.  We had plans to 
take a long walk in the moonlight after we left, so there would 
be plenty of time, even after I finished my unexpected "chores."
     Speaking of which, There was one remaining naked female in 
the house that I hadn't fucked yet.  I was reminded of this, when 
a big beautiful breast brushed against my cheek, as June asked 
her daughter if she could "borrow" me for a few minutes.
     Tammy barely managed to nod, and give me a hurried kiss, 
before I was being escorted to the master bedroom.
     "It's been so long," said June, rubbing her big bountiful 
breasts against mine.  (Now THIS was the sort of woman I usually 
had wet-dreams about.  To have the real-live thing in my arms, 
well you can imagine what it did to my blood-pressure.)  At 27, 
June had the body that most models would sell their souls for, 
and you only get to see even half as good, once or twice a year, 
in Playboy, or Penthouse magazines.  To actually have a woman who 
made a Playmate look like a reject, not only come on to me, but 
actually WANT me to fuck her, and (could you believe it?) get her 
pregnant?!  My wet-dreams would always seem a little flat, after 
that.
     My cock had taken a lot of abuse that night, for a first 
time, it was absolutely amazing that I had been able to go 3 
times.  Now I was to go 4?  It didn't seem possible, but there 
was a good reason that June had decided to be last.  First: Do 
you remember the hot little spiel she gave me, to get me excited 
enough to fuck Judy?  Well that was just a tiny sample of the 
incredible vocabulary of this wonderful woman.  Within 2 minutes 
of entering her bedroom, she not only had me up, and ready to 
fuck, but she had me feeling so aroused I could have fucked the 
mattress, let alone such a gorgeous hunk as herself.  The second 
reason, was: She was selfish.  She knew I would last much longer, 
when I had the "edge" taken off of me, by her daughters, and she 
knew I would come quicker with them, but they wouldn't miss it so 
much.









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     I had to keep reminding myself NOT to fall in love with this 
woman.  She was Tammy's mother!  A hopeless cause, I later found 
out.  EVERYONE fell in love with June, and she seemed to expect 
it.  But she was fair, she fell in love with everybody as well.  
Somehow I knew, that while she'd never take Tammy's place in my 
heart, there would always be a place in there of her own.  One of 
the main reasons she loved me, was that she could see how happy I 
made her little girls, most especially her first-born: Tammy.
     She sure made me happy that night.  I won't go into a blow-
by-blow description of our lovemaking, because: A. I don't 
remember it all.  I was in sensual-overload at the time.  And:  
B. It would just plain take too long. (Don't you think this story 
is filled with ENOUGH "wanking" material already?  You don't?  
You're hopeless!  OK!  Let's just say I've run out of adjectives, 
and my pud is sore from pulling it too much, while I write this.  
And if you buy THAT, I've got this nice little piece of land. . . 
back to the story.)  I WILL say I screwed her for what seemed 
like over an hour, but must have been less than 20 minutes, as 
the clock hadn't advanced much more than that, when I came out.  
Yes, I did cum in her; and NO, we didn't use birth-control.  She 
was just as eager as her kids, to have me impregnate her.  I did 
my best, you can be sure.
     Before we started, she asked me a favor.  She missed her 
husband so much, and I looked so much like him, that she wanted 
me to pretend to be "George," while we fucked.  It was a small 
favor, and one that I've never regretted.  We only did it that 
one time, and she never asked me to again.  Whenever we made love 
after that, she always called me "Bill," and never once slipped.  
She said that she had finally managed to lay her old husband to 
rest.  She DID thank me profusely afterwards.  She thanked ME?!  
I was about in the babbling stage of gratitude to HER.
     Somehow, as sexy as she was, and even taking our time, she 
didn't strip me, the way her little 10-year-old daughter had.  I 
was feeling sexually content, not drained, when we left the 
bedroom, with my penis still half-hard, dripping a last sticky 
drop of sperm off the tip.
     Karen saw it first.  "I'm next!" she announced gleefully.
     Tammy looked like she was going to cry.
     June put her foot down.  "No," she said, flatly.  "He's 
still Tammy's boyfriend, and I think you've all had more than 
your share."  Tammy looked gratefully at her, as she continued, 
"Now, each of you thank him for getting you pregnant, and say 
goodnight."
     Well, they all did thank me, but the WAY they did, made 
Tammy's eyes burn.  I'll just tell you what Karen did, as the 
other's were just variations on the theme.
     This sexy little naked girl, her tight little snatch still 
dripping my sperm, and a glob drooling down her leg, snuggled up 
to me wrapped her legs around me, so that my stiffening cock was 
rubbing up against her furry snatch, and cooed in my ear, "Thanks 
Bill.  I hope I'm pregnant now.  You DO promise to keep 'cumming' 
back here, until I am, don't you?"
     When I assured her I would, she gave me a grateful kiss, 
that curled my hair.



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     This scene was repeated (with variations) with each of her 
sisters, and her mother.  For example, while she kissed me, Judy 
stood on the couch (because she was so small, she said)  and 
somehow managed to slip my cock up in her tight little slit, 
while we kissed.  That was SOME kiss.  I almost gave her a second 
helping of sperm in her tight little belly.  Almost.  All the 
while, Tammy was sending blacker and blacker looks at me.  Well, 
what's a guy to do?
     Afterwards, Tammy hauled me down to what I now knew was 
"her" room, where I started to get dressed.
     "Well!  You sure enjoyed yourself!" she spat at me, the 
moment we were alone.
     I stopped pulling on my socks to reply, as I was starting to 
get mad.  Having someone angry at me, for doing what I was told 
to do, has that effect on me.  "HEY!  YOU were the one who set 
this thing up," I said.  "Weren't you the one who not only told 
me to do 'anything' your sisters and mother asked me to, but 
actually encouraged me to not only fuck the hell out of your 
sisters, but to try to knock them up as well?"
     "Yes but. . .  Oh. You don't understand!" she said, then 
managed to get her anger under control.  After all, it WAS her 
fault that I didn't.  "I'm sorry," she said, starting to remove 
her belt, so that she could slip out of her dress.  "Just come 
here, and help me get out of this thing."
     "Just WHAT do you think you're doing?" I asked, still 
annoyed.
     "Getting undressed, of course.  So I can have my turn."
     I glared at her.  If she thought that just because. . . She 
did.  "Your turn at WHAT?" I asked.
     "Getting fucked.  What else?  Don't you want to?  I thought 
you loved me," she seemed to be almost in tears, then a spark of 
anger lit in her eyes.  "You seemed to like it well enough with 
Karen!"  (Wouldn't you know, it would be the sister that looked 
most like her, that she would get jealous of?)
     Now I WAS angry.  "WHO was it said we couldn't have sex, 
until we got married," I almost yelled.
     Tammy realized she had gone too far.  "Me, but. . ."
     I stopped her.  "And who was willing to go along with this, 
no questions asked?" I continued.
     "You, but. . ."
     I was tired of her unfinished sentences.  She hadn't been 
willing to tell me before.  Why should I listen now?  "No buts," 
I said emphatically.  "Tammy, I love you more than anything in 
the world, but this is too much.  I'm almost ready to call the 
whole thing off, move away, and take that position in Minnesota.  
Is that what you want?"
     Tammy shook her head.  I hadn't left her much choice in the 
matter, when I told her I wasn't listening to explanations.  I 
knew she did love me, and I still did love her, but we had to 
establish the ground-rules.







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     "Now," I said, "you were the one who wanted to be the 'Good-
Girl,' and remain a virgin until you got married, weren't you?"
     Tammy looked at me, like I was being unfair (and I was), 
opened her mouth to reply, but finally just nodded her head.
     "Now," I said, continuing with my fallacious but inexorable 
logic, "just because your sisters fall all over me, and give me 
the sex you wouldn't, you decide to 'let' me fuck you.  Well, I'm 
in no mood, for a 'mercy-fuck'.  I told you I loved you and I do.  
I don't want you feeling FORCED to have sex with me, because I 
might decide I like your little sister's tight little snatch 
better.  It's you I want, and it's you I'm going to get, or 
nothing.  But I'm NOT going to have you giving up your precious 
virginity, just because I'm getting some from your family!  I 
love you too much for that, do you understand?  Or maybe we 
should we call the wedding off."
     At this point, Tammy looked as though she was about to cry.  
Hearing that I loved her, but that she was about to lose me 
anyway, was probably sheer torture.  I know it was for me, but I 
steeled myself to do what I thought was "right" for the two of 
us.  NO WAY, was I going to "force" myself on Tammy sexually, 
even by making her think she "had-to," or lose me to her sisters.  
If I had to, I'd leave first, to avoid the temptation.
     Seeing her response, I continued, "OK Then.  Here's what 
we're going to do.  We'll keep on dating, just like we have been.  
Nothing's changed there.  I still love you, and you still love 
me.  We keep the same schedule you originally set up.  No sex, 
except by fingers, at first.  Your sisters may be 'sluts' but 
you're still a 'Good-Girl,' understand?"
     Tammy nodded, looking a bit happier.
     "There's one other thing," I said.
     Tammy looked at me, waiting.
     "Your sisters, and mother still need me, and I already 
promised each of them, that I'd be back.  I'm not going to back 
out on that promise, just like I'm not going to back out on my 
promise to marry you.  Whenever any of your sisters (even 
including Ginny, if she ever asks) or your mother wants to have 
sex with me, I'm not going to turn them down.  I won't ask them, 
but I won't turn them down either.  And you'll try to see to it, 
that they keep on asking.  Do you think you can do that?  If not, 
I'd better go, and I won't be back"
     Tammy nodded.
     "One final thing," I said.  "When I come over, you're going 
to have to be there, just like a proper fiancee.  You're going to 
have to watch me not only fuck your sisters, but get each of them 
pregnant, with the sperm that could have been yours, if you'd 
only let me do it to you earlier.  You'll have to watch me do 
this, and not only not complain, but act pleased to see me giving 
your sisters and mother such good service.  Do you think you'd be 
able to handle that?"
     Tammy assured me, that she could.







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     I told Tammy, "Before you decide, I want you to imagine 
this:


     I come over early one night to take you to dinner.  While 
you're getting dressed, you hear giggles from downstairs, then 
high-pitched moans, and a scream "Fuck Me!" from your sister 
Karen, followed by grunts and groans, as you know she's coming to 
a rousing climax like you've never been allowed to have.
     When it quiets down, you finish dressing for dinner.
     As you come down the stairs, you hear more giggles, then an 
ecstatic gasp of pleasure from your little sister Judy.  Then, 
there's a few more giggles from the rest of the family.
     When you arrive, you find your whole family (including me) 
naked and gathered around the couch where I'm fucking your little 
10-year-old sister Judy.  You can see my big cock, which you've 
never felt in your vagina, buried all the way up inside your 
little sister's, as the rest of your family encourages me to get 
your little 10-year-old sister pregnant.
     As you look around, you can see your 14-year old sister, 
Karen lying back in the easy-chair, while white sticky gobs of 
the sperm you've never felt in your hot little hole slowly ooze 
out of her freshly fucked little slit.  The rest of your family, 
including your 12-year-old sister Suzy, whose swelling tummy 
attests to the fact that she's carrying the baby that should have 
been yours, watches closely, as I impregnate your 10-year-old 
little sister.
     Your mother looks at you with a grin, that reminds you that 
she thinks she's just missed her period as well.  Your whole 
family's enjoying getting fucked, and having the children that 
you won't be allowed to have for over a year.
     While you're contemplating this, trying to act nonchalant, 
you see my strokes into your little sister speed up, and then 
stop, as I shove my cock all the way up in the little girl's 
belly and hold it there.  You know I'm ejaculating my seed in 
your little sister's womb, getting her pregnant by filling the 
little girl's womb with the sperm that should have been for you.
     All the while, you have to watch quietly, not even being 
able to finger yourself off, until you are alone that night.
     Afterwards, your sisters clean my sperm-covered cock off, by 
licking it like you won't be allowed to do for 2 more months.
     You watch me get dressed, grinning at you a little 
sheepishly, but obviously well satisfied sexually.
     After dinner, which is wonderful, but where you were 
constantly being distracted by the sexy smell of my sweat, mixed 
with the smell of your little sisters' cunts, and the 
unmistakable odor of fresh cum we head for home.  One of the 
waitresses gives you a knowing smile, as you brush by her.  You 
can tell that she thinks the sexy odor of my body, and obviously 
well-satisfied look on my face were put there by you.  She grins 
at you, and gives you the "thumbs-up" sign.






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     When we get back to your house, your 14-year-old sister 
Karen want's me to spend the night, as she hasn't "caught" yet.
     Suzy objects, as she says she hasn't been fucked in 3 days, 
reminding you all too clearly, that you haven't been fucked at 
ALL yet, in all the 15 years of your life.
     While you are commiserating on this, Suzy and Karen work it 
out, so that I take Suzy down the Hall to her bedroom, where it's 
"more comfortable" to fuck.  As you pass by, on the way to your 
own bedroom, you can see that we've deliberately left the door 
open, as I fuck the little girl from behind.  As I fuck your 
little sister dog-fashion, bringing mewls of delight from her 
lips, you can see her obscenely stretched little belly jiggling 
underneath her, as the baby that you feel should have been yours, 
grows inside.  After I cum in her, she gives me a long open-
mouthed soul-kiss that shows how grateful she is to me, for 
planting the baby in her belly.
     Afterwards, when I come out, I start to give you a chaste 
little peck on the cheek; but at least THIS, you don't have to 
put up with.  You give me a long tongue-licking kiss that puts 
your little sister's to shame, as you get the only bit of 
satisfaction that you can from me that night.
     You shudder in repressed sexual need, as you hug me close, 
before letting me proceed to your sister's room where I'll be 
spending the night.  Since your sister's room is right next to 
yours, there is no doubt what happens that night.  Three times 
that night, you hear the unmistakable squeaking of bedsprings, 
that tells the world, and especially you, what we are doing.  
Each time, you try to finger yourself off, imagining that I'm 
squirting my sperm in your belly when I cum, instead of in your 
sister.
     In the morning, your sister's bright, well-fucked look, 
almost makes you want to cry.  Over a year left to go.
     When you come down to breakfast, you find me sitting naked 
on one of the chairs, with your little 10-year-old sister sitting 
on my lap, facing me.  Although you can't see between our bodies, 
you know that my cock is buried in the little girl's belly, 
leaking my potent sperm in her womb, all the time we're eating 
breakfast.  Finally, you see us both grunting, as I fill the 
little girl's womb with my seed.  You know Judy's period is due 
in about 10 days, so there's a good chance I'm getting your 
little sister pregnant even as you watch.  Your little 5-year-old 
sister Ginny is fingering her tiny little slit, as she watches me 
fuck her older sister.  You wonder how long it will be before the 
little girl decides SHE wants to get fucked also, and you know 
that I will do it, if the child asks me, and you will have to 
just watch, and not complain.
     Your mother is watching, and she encourages me to impregnate 
her daughter.  You can tell, by the satisfied look in your 
mother's face, that sometime during the night, I had visited her 
as well.  She never looks that good, unless she is carrying a 
fresh load of baby-juice in her womb.
     After I get dressed, I tell you that I'll be over in a 
couple of days, to take you to the movies.




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     Your mother asks me, if I can come over that afternoon, 
before you get home from school, as she needs some "help" moving 
things in the bedroom.  Everyone giggles, as they all know what 
kind of "help" your mother wants, and what she wants to "move" in 
the bedroom.
     I agree, as a man's supposed to be friendly, and help his 
fiancee's mother if he can, isn't he?  You sigh, as you know your 
mother will probably invite me to stay to dinner, after which 
there will probably be another big orgy in the living room.  You 
had hoped to see me alone, for a little while after school.  
Still, you know that your family will probably give you some time 
alone with me, after I've been drained of any sperm I have 
remaining.  After all, I AM your fiance, and they really DO want 
both of us to have a good time together."



     I paused to get my breath.  My cock was about to squirt 
thick sticky gobs of sperm all over my pants, at the thought of 
the sexy scene I had been describing.
     "So," I said, "do you think you can do it?  If not, I'll 
call the whole thing off, and you'll never hear from me again."
     Tammy thought a bit, then whispered, "I'll do it."
     "OK," I said.  "Remember.  Your sisters may be sluts, but 
you're still a 'Nice' girl.  If you're not still a virgin in two 
years, then the wedding's off!"
     "OK," said Tammy.
     "Now remember," I said, "we follow your original schedule.  
We can finger each other off, at any time, for sexual relief.  
You're a 'Good Girl,' and won't go any further, at first.  Six 
months from now, when we've only a year to go, before the 
wedding, you can 'relent' a little, and progress to sucking me 
off.  In gratitude, I'll get you off that way, also."
     "When there's only six months left, you'll decide to let me 
take you in the rear, as long as I don't try to put it up your 
vagina.  That way, you'll retain your virginity, and yet we'll 
both feel like we were 'fucking'.  The only time you'll even let 
me get close to your vagina with my cock, is a week before the 
wedding, when you'll let me stick the tip in you, and I'll 
'accidentally' cum in you.  You'll act scared, that I might have 
gotten you pregnant."
     "Just remember.  If, at any time, right up until the 
wedding, and I'm going to check just before we walk down the 
aisle, if you aren't still a virgin, the wedding's OFF.  Even if 
it's me, that does it, and I'm going to act like any normal horny 
guy, and try regularly.  I won't FORCE you, bit I WILL try.  Be 
warned.  Since I won't be able to have sex with you, I'm going to 
get it where I can, from your sisters and mother.  I will 
guarantee, that as long as you are 'faithful' to me, I won't fuck 
anyone outside your family.  At least, as long as I fuck one of 
them, at least twice a week."






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     "But, what if they don't want to?" she asked.
     "Then, I'll go somewhere else for satisfaction," I replied. 
"And I probably won't be back.  So, it's to your advantage to 
keep your sisters interested in me.  Understand?"
     Tammy nodded.
     "One other thing," I said.  "On our honeymoon, it'll be just 
you and me, like any normal newlyweds, but when we get back, I'm 
not going to neglect the rest of your family.  You'll be my wife, 
but anytime your sisters or your mother want me, I'm not going to 
turn them down.  Can you accept that also?  Or should we call the 
whole thing off?"
     Tammy gulped, then nodded.  "I guess I'll have to," she 
said.
     "GOOD!" I said, and then added with a grin, "Lets get you 
off.  After all that, you deserve it."
     "OK," said Tammy, suddenly the trim and proper young girl I 
had originally fallen in love with again, "I'll jerk you off too.  
Now don't you be putting your finger too far up in me.  Remember, 
I want to save my virginity until we're married!"
     We both giggled a bit at this, but remembering the 
seriousness of the matter, I agreed.  Shortly, I had two fingers 
rubbing against Tammy's wet little slit, rubbing her clitty, 
until she jerked and spasmed in needed relief.  At the same time, 
I was spewing my thick sticky seed all over her hot little hands, 
as she brought me to a climax also.
     She was about to lick the sperm off her hand, when I 
reminded her, "Unhuh.  Not until you 'relent' a little, and you 
'let me' progress to oral-sex.  Two more months, remember.  Right 
now, you still think that even this, is 'nasty,' and it's only 
because you love me, and need a little relief yourself, that you 
let me do this much."
     Tammy understood.  "Oh Yuck!" she said, wiping her hands off 
with a Kleenex.  "You got that stuff all over my hands!  Now I'm 
going to have to wash up, before I go home.  What if my mother, 
or one of my sisters smelled this on me? Who knows what they 
might think."
     For a second, the illusion was perfect, then the thought of 
what her sisters would REALLY think was too much.  We both 
started giggling, then laughing, then finally rolling on the 
floor, gasping.
     Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Tammy sneaking a taste 
of the cum sticking to the back of her hand.  I didn't say 
anything, as it didn't really go against anything I had told her.  
In fact, it just increased the illusion of a 'Good Girl' being 
curious about sex, but not wanting to let her boyfriend know.  
God, how I loved this girl, for doing this for me!  I promised 
myself, that I would make this up to her somehow, once we got 
married.  But first, she'd have to live up to her end of the 
bargain.  She did.








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     It actually went along, almost as I had told her it might.  
Only, it was her Mother who got pregnant first, and then her 
little 10-year-old sister Judy.
     By the day of the wedding, Judy and her mother had both 
delivered healthy baby girls and were already working on seconds.  
Karen was obscenely huge with my baby growing in her belly.  
Judy's belly was just starting to show a bulge again, for the 
second time, and  Suzy was just starting to show for the first 
time.  Everyone in the family was pregnant, except Tammy and 
Ginny.

     Just a week before the wedding, Tammy and I had our pre-
planned "accident," where she got to feel my penis in her hole 
for the first time.  She was still very careful to not let me 
break her "cherry," like the "Good Girl" she was supposed to be, 
even though I asked her to let me.  I didn't push too much, as I 
was playing my role of "Nice Guy," who wouldn't push too much as 
well.  Besides, If I FORCED her, then I would have broken the 
bargain, not her.  I wanted our wedding to be perfect, with a 
real virgin-bride.  I did let her have about two gallons of thick 
sticky cum up in her vagina (At least that's how much it FELT 
like.) like I promised her.
     Afterwards, Tammy put up a big act, of how she might be 
pregnant, and how could she face the people in church, if she was 
knocked-up, then told me (with a straight face yet!) that now I 
HAD to marry her, now that she was "ruined" for any other guy.  I 
reassured her, that she wasn't getting away from me, as long as 
her virginity was intact, that is.  (It still was.  I felt it 
with my cock, when I came in her.)
     That night, she let me sleep with her, insisting that we 
both retain our underpants, so that we wouldn't get carried away.  
The next morning, with less than a week to go, she gave me a 
pleasant surprise.  After giving me BOTH a blow-job, AND letting 
me cum in her ass, (Still the 'Good Girl.') she told me that her 
little sister Ginny wanted me to help her in her bedroom.  It 
turned out, that the "help" the little girl wanted, was to have 
me "help" her lose her virginity.  She didn't want to be the last 
virgin in the house, and with Tammy and my wedding coming up, the 
little girl was running out of time.
     I couldn't believe it.  Tammy had actually sent me in to 
fuck her 7-year-old little sister, and take her virginity.  Not 
only that, it turned out.  Ginny had been having periods for two 
months now, and Tammy expected me to knock her little sister up, 
so that the youngster could be pregnant at the wedding, just like 
her older sisters!  Well, I did my best.  After taking her 
virginity, I left the precocious kid's tight little 7-year-old 
belly so full of baby-juice, that it's a wonder the little girl 
didn't have triplets.
     For the rest of the week, I must have jerked and spasmed on 
top of the little girl, filling her little 7-year-old womb with 
my sperm at least 5 or 6 times a day, usually while the whole 
family watched.  I almost completely neglected the rest of the 
family, sexually that is, until the day before the wedding.




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     Ginny wandered around the house all day long, naked, with 
stray dribbles of my sperm slowly dripping out of her tiny little 
slit.  Any time it looked like the little girl was getting dry 
again, I'd take her over to the nearest bed, chair, or couch, and 
pump her cute little belly full of another big helping of my 
baby-making sperm.  Ginny walked funny, that whole week, as sperm 
dribbled down her leg, at the awkwardest times.  (Like when the 
preacher was giving her instructions, in how and when to carry in 
the ring.  A big long greasy blob of sperm picked that moment to 
dribble out of her tiny little slit, and run down her leg.  There 
was no doubt in anyone's mind, what it was, as the smell of cum 
was too strong to ignore.  The preacher must have been made of 
strong stuff though, as he didn't say a word.)
     The whole family giggled about that, for years afterwards.  
I don't know, if I knocked the little girl up that week, but she 
never did have her next period.
     The day of the wedding, I made sure to fuck every one in the 
family, so that they all could have my sperm inside them, when 
Tammy and I got married.  Yes, even Tammy.  That is, I didn't 
fuck Tammy, but she let me hold my cock up against her hole, and 
had me squirt my sperm up inside her, so that she could walk down 
the aisle with my sperm in her belly, just like her sisters and 
mother had.  She didn't let me put my cock inside her though, as 
she didn't want to take a chance on blowing it (Er. . . breaking 
it.) at the last moment.
     Yes, I did check to see if she was still a virgin, before we 
walked down the aisle.  Her whole family gathered around, and hid 
us from view while I pulled up the front of her dress, down her 
panties, and slid my finger up inside her, until I felt her 
(still-intact) hymen.  THEN we marched down the aisle.  My finger 
still sticky from the sperm I had squirted inside her earlier.  I 
loved the smell.
     I won't bore you with descriptions of the wedding, except to 
say that Tammy was the most beautiful virgin bride you ever did 
see, and the whole church must have smelled like a whorehouse, 
with my sperm dripping from the bride, all of the bridesmaids, 
the maid-of-honor, and even the ring-bearer/flower-girl.  You 
know what?  Nobody seemed to notice.  I didn't figure this out, 
until I saw one of Tammy's 10-year-old cousins with a dreamy look 
on her face, and then noticed a big dribble of what just HAD to 
be someone's fresh sperm running down her sexy little leg.  It 
must have been a tradition in her family, to send all the girls 
off to a wedding with a healthy load of their father's sperm 
soaking in their wombs.  It was only the fact that Tammy's father 
was dead, that I hadn't learned this before.  Thankfully, I had 
taken care of matters properly, anyhow.
     (That afternoon, before we left, I found myself in a 
storeroom, with Ginny and 5 of her girl-cousins, ranging in age 
from 7 (Ginny) to 11 (the sister of the girl I was telling you 
about.)  They were all naked, and they all wanted me to try to 
knock them up.  I managed to fuck 5 of the 6, before I gave out, 
and staggered back to the wedding party.





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     I promised the remaining girl, Mellissa (10) that I'd fuck 
her, when Tammy and I got back from our honeymoon.  I did, too.  
[Nine months later or thereabouts, 4 of the 6 girls {including 
Melissa} had babies.]  I don't know if any of them [besides 
Ginny's] were mine, but they all could have been.)
     There was one other unusual thing about the wedding, that I 
noticed.  There were no crying babies.  At all the other weddings 
I've ever been to, there would always be at least one, and 
sometimes two or more couples who had a sobbing or cranky kid who 
had to be either quieted-down, or worse-yet, removed.  The 
youngest children at our wedding seemed to be a few 5 or 6 year 
old girls.  I did notice that one of older ones was unmistakably 
pregnant, and wondered who had done it, and whether they had 
caught the guy.
     (WHAT was I thinking about!  Oh my GOD, Ginny wasn't THAT 
much older!)  The little girl looked happy enough though.
     Once we left the wedding party, on our honeymoon, Tammy and 
I turned into the first motel we came to.  Just like a cliche.  
We turned left at the church, right once, and went two blocks and 
into a motel, just barely out of sight of the church.


     When we came out, about 2 hours later, with Tammy no longer 
a virgin, and (hopefully) pregnant, we found our car covered with 
obscene slogans, and shoes and cans tied all over the bumpers.  
The wedding party had found our little hideaway, and left a 
little joke.  We never saw any of our families after that, until 
we got back three days later.
     When we got back, I moved into the big house with Tammy and 
her sisters.  It turned out, that because I didn't have to go 
home at night, that I was able to fuck Tammy's sisters and mother 
just as much as I did before we got married, without having to 
slight Tammy herself.  She turned out to be better than any of 
her sisters.  I guess all the practice she had at alternative 
methods of sex, while she waited, made her willing to try more 
than the rest of the family, and to be willing to work at it 
until she was good.  Her sisters and mother mostly preferred 
straight sex, as that was the best way to make a baby.  Tammy 
enjoyed making babies too, but liked sex of any kind, whenever 
she could get it.  I saw to it, that she got it a lot.
     After all, I had to make it up to her for that year-and-a-
half, that she had to do without, while her sisters were getting 
screwed almost every day.  I'm still working on it, and I WILL 
make it up to her somehow.
     It's kind of funny in one way.  Tammy was the "Good Girl" 
who had to retain her virginity until she got married, while her 
sisters were the "Sluts" who'd fuck me at the drop of a hat, not 
even minding if I knocked them up.









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     Now, without anything really changing much, it's Tammy's 
sisters who are the "Good Girls," who only do straight sex, 
because that's the way you are "supposed to" do it, to make 
babies, while Tammy is the "Slut," who isn't afraid to try any 
new kinky thing that comes along.  That doesn't mean that she 
doesn't like to make babies!  No, Tammy's been pregnant almost 
constantly, ever since the wedding.  She says she wants to "catch 
up" to her sisters.  So far though, in spite of having 5 kids in 
4 years, she's only "caught up" to Judy.  Yeah, I know, that's a 
LOT of babies.  26, to be exact, with 4 more on the way, and 1 in 
the "planning" stages.
     I like making babies in little girls.

     . . . .

     Last night, Judy had me fuck our daughter Mary, for the 
first time.  She's just turned 7, and Judy had promised the 
little girl, that "Daddy would make a baby in her," if she wanted 
me to, on her birthday.
     There's NOTHING like fucking your own daughter, and feeling 
her tight little cunny clamping down on your penis in orgasm, as 
you squirt your sperm in the little girl's womb, and she begs you 
to make a baby in her belly.  With 5 more daughters over 6 years 
old, and 4 more over 4, in a few years, it looks like I'm going 
to have LOTS of fun!  (It isn't as though my life was boring 
sexually, as it is.)  Thankfully, I have two sons who are over 5 
already who will be able to help me out, in a few years.  In the 
meantime, it's a good thing the hospital is doing good, as even a 
million dollars a year doesn't go all that far when your family 
is as big as mine will be!  Of course, June's family business 
helps out too.
     Afterwards, I asked Judy why she wanted ME to be the first 
one to fuck our daughter.  THAT'S when I finally found out where 
I made my big mistake.  It seems, that the family I married into 
has a custom that they've managed to hold onto for over 200 
years.  They keep it a secret, that's why I never was told.  By 
the time Tammy and I were married, everyone ASSUMED, that I knew.  
The custom is:  Girls in the family were not allowed to date, 
until they were 14, or marry, until they were 16, unless they had 
"proved" their fertility to the family by carrying at least one 
baby by their own father.  If their father was incapable, then 
their brother would do.  Sometimes, an exception would be made 
(like in Tammy's) if an acceptable (to the mother) substitute for 
a missing father could be found.













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     Once a girl had that first baby by her father (It wasn't 
considered really "hers," even though she was the mother.  The 
first child was always raised as just one more of her parent's 
kids.  When I thought about THIS, I realized that June must have 
gotten pregnant at least once, even younger than my original 
guess of 11.  I was nosy, and she didn't seem to mind, so I asked 
her.  She first got pregnant by her father at 9.  She had his 
baby 2 weeks after her 10th birthday, and was pregnant with Tammy 
by her future husband George, just three months later.)  As I was 
saying, once a girl had that first baby by her father, she was 
allowed to date, to fuck anyone she chose to, even to the extent 
of getting pregnant in or out of wedlock with whomever she chose 
to, even if she was only 6 or 7 years old.  (THAT's why those 5 
little girls had ambushed me at the wedding party.  They had all 
heard such glowing reports about me from Ginny, and they all 
wanted to be in on the gag of carrying my baby before Tammy did.  
Yes, everyone knew what Tammy was going through.)
     It seems, that once a girl had "proved" her fertility by 
having her father's baby, she was considered an "adult" by the 
family, and old enough to not only make her own decisions, but to 
join in on making "family" decisions as well.  That's why all the 
girls were in such a hurry to get pregnant that first time, just 
as early as they could.  No father EVER asked his daughter if she 
wanted to get fucked.  When a girl turned 5 years old, her mother 
would explain to he the "rules," and from then on it was up to 
the girl.
     I later found out, that there was an unusual genetic trait, 
that ran in the family, and that with close intermarriage, and 
inbreeding ran strong in most of Tammy's relatives.  It seems the 
women outnumbered the men, almost 4 to 1.  It turned out, that 
the almost all the babies that girls in the "family" had by their 
own fathers, were boys, while almost all non-paternal babies were 
girls.  Being the town Doctor, I had noticed a LOT of young girls 
having baby boys, while all the older women tended to have girls.  
It wasn't until after I learned about "paternal duties," that I 
figured this out completely.  (Oh yeah, paternal-duties.  It 
turned out that I WAS right about those little girls at the 
wedding.  What I thought of as an erotic fantasy, turned out to 
be cold fact.  If a girl went to a wedding, she was expected to 
be carrying either her father's, her husbands, or the groom's 
sperm inside her by the end of the day.  If she hadn't already 
"proved" herself [Boy's "proved" themselves by just being able to 
ejaculate] then she wasn't allowed to attend a wedding.  THAT's 
why there was no "crying-baby" syndrome at our wedding!  All the 
younger kids were taken care of by older girls who worked in 
shifts, while the wedding went on.)











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     It seems, that in the "family," the men ran most of the 
businesses, and the women didn't interfere.  (Except in rare 
cases like Tammy's mother, where June took over after her husband 
died.)  On the other hand, the women raised the children, and 
monitored their "breeding" with iron control.  Even with me and 
Tammy.  I ran the hospital with no interference from her, while 
she ran the household with none from me.  SHE decided if our 
little girls were old enough to try to "prove" themselves by me.  
(Once a girl turned 12, she no longer had to ask her mother's 
permission to try; though she still had to convince her father.  
I never heard of ANYONE ever saying "No," to his little girl.)
     It turns out that Tammy had brought me home that night, 
hoping that her mother would find me acceptable, not only as a 
future son-in-law, but as a surrogate father as well.  That way, 
she figured that I could not only fuck her, but move the wedding 
date up as well.  She also figured that I could stand-in for her 
sisters as well, that being the "Worth my while," payback for 
doing what she wanted.  She never figured that everyone BUT her 
would be allowed to fuck me.  It never even occurred to her that 
something like that could happen.  After all, I was HER 
boyfriend, and fiance.  Of course, she never figured on getting 
jealous either.  She did love her sisters, and had actually 
PLANNED on having me fuck them.  It's just that she figured that 
SHE would be first.  She never expected her mother to reverse the 
order.
     Once I found this out, (some of it, I pieced together over 
many months) I felt like the world's prize heel.  Tammy had been 
planning on giving me so much, and I ended up torturing her for 
over a year, just because I misunderstood, and didn't give her 
the chance to explain.  Someday, somehow, I swear I'll make it up 
to her.  (When I told Tammy this, she just grinned at me, and 
pointed outside, to where our handsome young son, and four lovely 
daughters were playing, and told me that I already had.)

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