                           Now kids ...
                         An Erotic Story

     "Now kids," I said, "it's time you learned some of the facts 
of life."  I glanced around at the three naked children.  Mike at 
15 was the oldest, followed by Denny at 13, and their not-so-
little-sister Jennifer at 12 years old.  Mindy was with their 
mother visiting the children's grandfather; while she left the 
sex-education to me.
     "Your sister is now twelve years old," I continued; stating 
the obvious, "and has just started her period a little over a 
week ago.  So it's time you kids knew a little more about sex and 
babies, other than the stuff you get in 'human sexuality' at 
school."
     All three kids looked up at me with big grins.
     "First of all," I said; spreading Jenny's legs, "sex and 
having babies isn't really all that complicated.  (A little 
wider, Honey, while I ... Ah, that's better.)  A man puts his 
penis (also called a penis, prick, cock, or baby-maker) in a 
girl's vagina (also called a cunt, cunny, or baby-hole)."  This 
was said, while suiting action to words; sliding my pre-cum slick 
cock around my little girl's tight little cunny, and then SLIDING 
it ooooooh so comfortably up inside her.  The tight little crack 
split, then stretched oh so nicely around my swollen member, 
before a tight ring napped over the head and inched down towards 
the base until I had all seven inches of fatherly prick inside my 
little girl, and Jennifer's almost-bare cunny was rubbing against 
the fur at the base of my penis, while the head was bumping 
against the knob of her cervix.  I almost let my daughter have 
every drop of incestuous cum I had right then.
     Still, this WAS a lesson; so I fought down the urge to fill 
my little girl's womb with baby-juice until I finished.
     "Then the man slides in and out," I continued, "until the 
stimulation of the girl's baby-hole sliding up and down on his 
prick gets to be too exciting, and he cums inside her."  Again, I 
suited action to words; sliding in and out of Jenny's tight 
little slit until I felt the familiar tingling once again in my 
prick, and knew I was about to fill my own daughter's tight 
little tummy full of thick white baby-juice.
     "When he does," I groaned; forcing myself as far into the 
little girl as I could, "he squirts a thick white liquid inside 
the girl's womb.  This thick white stuff, is what makes babies.  
If the girl is lucky, and it's the right time of month for her, 
then nine months later she has a baby."  With almost every word 
it seemed as if another thick jet of baby-making cum rippled 
through the base of my penis and into the welcoming, squeezing, 
and thoroughly erotic vagina of my own daughter.
     "Here it comes, Jenny," I told her.  "Daddy's squirting the 
thick white stuff that makes babies in your tummy.  Feel it?  
Feels real good, doesn't it?"







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     Jennifer could only stare at the tight join where my prick 
was pumping glob after glob of potent sperm into her heaving 
young belly.  The little girl could barely manage a gasping, 
"Uhuh," at the erotic sensation of her own father pumping jet 
after thick white jet of incestuous baby-goo into her tight 
little slit.  I suspect the sensation of being bred by her own 
father felt almost as good to the little girl as it did to me.  
And ... with practice ... it would soon feel even better.
     "Besides the advantage of making babies," I finished; 
holding myself up inside the little girl until my prick had fully 
shrank back to 'normal' size, "it's fun for all concerned.  
Especially the girl."  I looked down at the combined sexual-
apparatus of the two of us.  Jennifer's crotch was slippery/slimy 
with not only my cum, but her own rather copious secretions.  
"Right, Jenny?"
     Jennifer could only nod.  Looking wide-eyed down at her 
sexy/slimy crotch, where her father's prick was wilting inside 
her vagina after spasming her womb full of incestuous seed; I 
guess she was too overcome with emotion and surprise that I'd let 
her do such a thing, to say much.
     "So now I want each of you kids to try it," I finished; 
regretfully extracting my now-spent penis from inside the little 
girl.  A thick gob of white goo started to ooze slowly out of the 
child's slowly-closing crack.
     "Well?" I asked.  "What are you waiting for?"  I motioned 
Mike over to where I had stood between my daughter's legs.  "From 
now on, I expect each of you boys to help your sister practice 
making a baby as often as you can.  I figure two healthy and 
horny boys should be able to fuck their little sister at least 
two or three times a day, don't you?"
     Not bothering to wait for an answer (it was mostly 
rhetorical anyway) I continued while watching my eldest son's 
penis vanish into the slobbery mess of his sister's crotch, 
"Whatever.  In any case, I'll expect each of you boys to 
impregnate Jenny at least once a day, if not two or three times.  
I'll help out whenever I can; but mainly it will be up to you two 
boys to keep your little sister's womb filled with babies.  OK?"
     "Oh .... OOoooOOOHH!" groaned Mike; jamming himself to the 
root in his sister.  I took that for agreement.
     "Now you be sure and thank your big brother for helping you 
like this," I told Jenny.  "I won't be able to do it as often as 
they will, so I'll expect you to make it feel as good for them as 
you can.  Not every girl is lucky enough to have two handsome and 
horny big brothers to pump babies in her tummy like you do.  so 
you make sure and show the boys how much you appreciate it, OK?"
     "OK, Dad.  Thanks, Mike.  That felt real good."
     <Gasp.>  "It .... It felt real good to me too, Sis."










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     I left about a half our later, after watching Mike fuck his 
sister for the second time; while she sucked on Denny's cock in 
an effort to get the younger boy erect enough for another go as 
well.  I knew darned well the little girl could (and probably 
would) fuck both boys under the table, and go looking for more.  
That's why I split.  Miranda was going to want HER share tonight; 
especially after hearing about how well things had started from 
me.  I knew better than to disappoint my wife ... especially when 
it came to sex.
     I'm not sure who slept with whom that night (or if any did 
at all) or even if either of the boys boffed their little sister 
the next morning.  However, the smell of sex was strong on 
Jennifer; prompting Miranda to send the little girl back to take 
a shower before breakfast.  Also, both boys had only tiny 
nubbins; and seemed not the slightest interest in the erotic 
display their sister put on in shorts and halter.  Well, it 
seemed that at least ONE problems was solved.  I wouldn't have to 
worry about the two boys grumping around the house from lack-of-
sex, like they had been doing for the last year or so.  Not 
having a reliable girlfriend to drain their balls had been making 
the two kids almost unbearable ... which (of course) made it just 
that much harder for them to get one.

     That night, when I came home from work, I Hurried into the 
bedroom, got undressed, and hurried back out to the living-room 
to watch TV.  Jenny, looking incredibly sexy in a short little 
dress and tube-top, looked embarrassed when I motioned with my 
head for her to go do the same.
     When the little 12-year-old came back, she looked pointedly 
at her little sister watching television on the floor.  "Daddy, 
we can't," she said; indicating Mindy with her eyes.
     "It's OK," I reassured her.  "Your little sister is going to 
have to learn about sex SOMETIME in the next year or so, so 
she'll know what's going on when it's her turn."
     Jenny's cheeks flamed red in embarrassment; but followed my 
lead as I had her back up to me, legs spread, and settle down on 
my prick until it slid up inside her with a rush.
     "Oooooh, that feels good!"
     I'm not sure if Jenny said that, I said that, or I just 
thought it.  Whatever.  It *DID* feel incredibly good to slide up 
inside my little girl like that.  I had been having incredible 
erotic dreams about what the child felt like inside since the 
sensation of being inside my own daughter had subsided the 
previous night.
     The gasp (or whatever) attracted Mindy's attention, and she 
added a gasp of her own at the spectacle of father and daughter 
mating right out in the living-room, in front of her, like that.
     I'm not sure if it was the gasps of the two girls, my groan 
at feeling my prick bottom out in the child's belly, or something 
else that attracted my wife's attention ... but something did; 
and Miranda came out to look at where her husband's prick was 
buried to the hilt in her daughter's baby-hole; threatening to 
fill the child's womb with her own father's incestuous sperm 
before we had been mated for more than a minute or two.



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     "You know," she informed the two of us, conversationally, 
"you're going to get that little girl pregnant, if you keep doing 
that without taking precautions."
     "Yes, Momma," replied Jennifer; barely able to talk; as the 
sensation of my prick filling her tight little baby-hole was too 
excruciatingly pleasure/painful to think of much else.
     "Well ... As long as you know," replied Miranda; heading 
back to the kitchen.
     Two minutes later, in SPITE of my wanting to remain mated to 
my daughter for hours (or at least a half-hour anyway) while we 
watched TV through the news, I once again felt my seed rising in 
my prick and then squirting in thick white satisfying jets into 
the squirming little girl on my lap.  The thought that I was 
ejaculating my seed so far up in the child that it almost was 
directly injected into my daughter's womb was so erotic I came 
even heavier inside her than the night before.  Something about 
knowing your sperm is squirming up inside the tight little belly 
of the girl you fathered on her mother, raised from a baby with 
stinky diapers through toddlerhood and little girl to real woman 
able to take your engorged prick in her tight little hole and 
milk it for the sperm that would create new life inside her 
tummy ... just like her mother ... was too exciting and yet far 
more satisfying than even my wife could do.  I love my little 
girl.
     All the while, Jenny's little sister lay on the floor; 
staring up wide-eyed at the two of us mating, until my spasms 
slowed and stopped.  Then, once I had pulled out, and she watched 
my limp penis flop down, while her big sister's hole slowly 
closed; forcing a thick dollop of white goo to ooze out, Mindy 
turned back over to watch TV again ... Seeming to ignore the fact 
that the cartoons were over and the NEWS was on.
     By the time the boys arrived, Jenny had cleaned up and was 
sitting on the couch, legs-spread, and obviously waiting for 
them.  A hurried dash was made to the bedroom ... not to change 
clothes, but to strip naked ... and back to the living-room where 
for once Denny beat out his big brother.  I watched with some 
interest as the barely teenaged boy slid into his little sister.
     "Now you be careful Mike," instructed Miranda; poking her 
head around the corner; then being surprised to see the younger 
of the two boys porking their little sister, instead of the older 
one she expected to chastise.
     "Yes.  You boys be careful," I took over for my wife.  
Miranda headed back to the kitchen, whether embarrassed or just 
satisfied that I would take care of things.
     "Jennifer's not on the Pill," I explained, "and she just 
finished her period a little over a week ago."  I could almost 
feel the satisfaction radiating from the kitchen.  "So you boys 
be careful when you cum in your little sister; as this is 
probably the best time of month to get her pregnant."
     I permitted myself a small smile at the sudden silence from 
the kitchen, as I continued, "So make SURE you ejaculate your 
sperm as far up in your sister's tummy as you can.  There's 
probably only a few days left, if you boys plan on getting Jenny 
pregnant in time for her birthday.  OK?"



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     There was a loud "Clank!" and clatter from the kitchen as a 
pot hit the floor ... but no sign of breaking dishes or any 
comment from my wife.
     "Like I said earlier," I finished up, "I'll help out if I 
can ... but it's mainly up to you boys to keep your little 
sisters wombs full of babies.  So your mother and I expect you 
both to help your little sisters as often as you can.  We don't 
want you neglecting them when they need it most."
     "Yes Dad," from Mike.
     Denny just groaned and jerked his body into his little 
sister's crotch.  We all knew the boy WAS doing his best to 
father a child on his little sister, as he finally collapsed with 
his prick still buried to the hilt in the child; still leaking 
glob after thick glob of incestuous seed in the little girl's 
womb.
     "AFTER dinner," said Miranda; stopping Mike from repeating 
his little brother's action.  "Mindy, you go get cleaned up."  
She glared up at me.  "And I'm talking to YOU right after 
supper," she added, in a tone that brooked no arguments.
     I just grinned back at her.
     At dinner (Potroast with potatoes, carrots, and onions) 
Hardly a word was said except, "Pass the milk," and other such 
mundane dinner-eating standards.  However, looking around the 
table was quite an experience in contrasts.  Jennifer was still 
sweating from her workout, both with me and Denny.  Her 
expression was almost unreadable ... but I guess the closest 
would be ... well, maybe "satisfied."  Danny was grinning like a 
Cheshire cat ... the smile stuck on his face like it was glued 
on.  The boy practically oozed happiness and satiation.  Mindy 
was wide-eyed and kept sneaking amazed looks at her big sister.  
Mike?  Well he was constantly shifting in his seat; obviously NOT 
really interested in meat and potatoes.  The only meat HE was 
interested in was the slab he wanted to sink into his little 
sister's tight little hole.  Looking at him, you could almost 
ache in sexual frustration yourself.  (Have you ever been so 
frustratingly horny, that your hard-on WILTED, instead of stayed 
up?  I suspect that Mike was THAT frustrated.)  My wife sat in 
stony silence ... but I knew I wasn't in as deep a mess as it 
seemed; because I kept catching twitches at the corner of 
Miranda's mouth as she looked first at me, and then at the kids.
     Me?  I just grinned and acted like nothing special was going 
on.  After dinner however ....
     "Denny, YOU clean up and wash the dishes tonight," Miranda 
announced when the final fork clattered down.
     "But Mom, I ...."
     "Mindy, you help him,"  My wife's firm voice cut off the 
boy's reasonable objection like a knife would cut butter.  It 
wasn't the younger boy's turn ... but they all knew better than 
to argue when she was in that mood.  "Your father and I have 
something to *discuss* in the other room; and don't want you kids 
interrupting.  If you finish up in a hurry, you MIGHT be in time 
to watch Mike and Jennifer ... though I doubt it."  With this, 
Miranda grabbed me by the arm and led me towards the bedroom.  I 
FELT like an errant boy caught by a nun, and led by the ear to 
the principal's office. (You can tell how *I* was raised.)


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     "Please, Mike?" I heard an impassioned request come from 
back in the kitchen from the younger boy, followed by a 
disgusted, "Oh, I guess!" and frantic noises of FOUR kids working 
together to clean up after supper.  Damn ... if it was always so 
easy to get the kids to work together ....
     "You .... You ...."  Miranda practically slammed the door 
behind us.  "You realize what you've done?" she accused me.
     "Uhuh."  I grinned back.
     "You ... slut ... no ... you bloody SATYR!  That poor little 
girl in the other room is GOING to get pregnant, you know that."
     Once again, I admitted the obvious.  "Sure," I agreed.  "So 
does she ... know, I mean."
     "And YOU are responsible."
     "Well ...," I looked down at my flaccid prick ... limp and 
soft after emptying itself into my little girl.  "... I can't be 
sure of that.  After all, the boys ...."  A little-girl squeal of 
delight in the other room filtered through the door to make my 
point.
     "You know what I mean," she responded.  Miranda's eyes were 
smoky with repressed passion.  I just hoped I was right and it 
wasn't anger.   "You set it up so our little girl would get 
pregnant ... and by damn you're going to PAY for that, you 
pervert!"
     "Uh ...."  For a moment I backed off; as Miranda's eyes 
blazed even brighter.
     "GET those pants off, you incestuous, daughter-raping 
pervert!"  My wife's voice hadn't raised one decibel ... but was 
as firm and threatening as a knife.
     "But I ...."
     Miranda attacked me.  Before I could raise a hand to defend 
myself, my wife had both hands on my belt, and yanked my pants 
down.  (One of the disadvantages of being a man with small hips.)  
For a second, I thought she was going to rip my balls off as my 
underpants followed so quickly it they almost hit the floor in 
the same motion.  "So," she said, accusingly, "you like to stick 
this big thing in little girls, do you?"
     Well ... how could I deny it?  Both daughters had been 
giving me "hard attacks" for the past few years ... and once 
Jenny reached puberty, well I was a goner.  When my wife had 
opted out of "The talk" with the kids and let ME do it ... well, 
you know what happened.
     "Well," she smoldered, "you'd better STILL like to stick 
this big old baby-maker up in MY baby-hole, and squirt baby-juice 
in MY tummy ... or I'll cut the damned thing off!  I don't mind 
you fucking the girls ... but you'd DAMNED well better have some 
for me too, or I'll ...."  She didn't finish.











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     The rising wails of, "Oh, oh, Oh, OH!" making a rhythm felt 
throughout the house just joined the two of us, as I slid balls 
deep into my wife.  I don't remember getting an erection at all.  
After that session with Jennifer, it's a wonder I could get it up 
at all.  Only the erotic sensation of Miranda almost attacking me 
sexually, the sex-charged noises coming from the living-room, the 
knowledge that the younger boy and girl were watching their older 
brother and sister mating like minks, and finally the knowledge 
that Miranda wasn't so much mad as aroused like a mink herself at 
the thought of her little girl getting knocked up by me, or by 
one of our sons, was too much.  Ten seconds later we were rutting 
fully as frantically as the sounds gave evidence was going on in 
the other part of the house.
     "Ugn, Uh, Ugh,  Come in me, you bastard.  Knock me up.  Make 
a baby in me, you child-raping incestuous SOB.  Fill my tummy 
with your baby, just like you did to that poor innocent little 
girl in the other .... OOoooooh SHIIitt!"  My wife's pussy 
clamped down around my prick in a vice-like grip that felt 
incredibly twice as tight as her daughter had the night before.
     "God, here it comes!" I groaned; trying (but not quite 
succeeding) to force my erupting penis even deeper into her 
belly.  "I'm going to fill your cute little tummy so full of 
baby-juice, you'll be having my kids for the next twenty years!" 
I groaned; my spurting and jerking inside my sexy wife almost 
echoed and duplicated by what I knew and to some extent could 
hear going on down the hall ... where I knew my eldest son was 
emptying his prostate in his little sister's tight little baby-
hole.  The knowledge that the other two kids were watching him do 
it, just added to the erotic message that slammed into my brain 
as I emptied MY prostate into the still sexy young belly of the 
woman whom I loved almost as much as the little girls we had made 
together.
     "Damn," commented Miranda, as we lay cuddled together, 
basking in the after-sex glow of completion.  The house was once 
again quiet for a few minutes, before the ever-present sound of 
the babble-box came back on.  "It's a good thing I'm on the 
pill," she added.  "If not, I'd probably be pregnant too.  ONE 
pregnant little girl in the house is enough, don't you think?"
     I didn't answer ... I knew better than to lie.
     Surprisingly, that night, after about three hours of vegging 
on the sofa watching TV, Miranda snuggled up to me, and managed 
to get me erect AGAIN!   Three times in one day, while not a 
record for me, was quite something for me these days.  Then, 
instead of sliding me inside her incredibly hot little hole (I 
knew it was hot, tight, and slippery from the feel of it 
squeezing my finger,)  Miranda gave me one of the best blow-jobs 
of my life ... getting me up, then letting it die down, then 
arousing me again until my balls ached.  When I was finally about 
to let her have a gallon or two of saved-up sperm down her hard-
working throat, she stopped me!







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     "Hadn't you better give this to Jennifer?" she asked.  "That 
poor little girl in the other room is probably just ACHING to 
feel her father's fat baby-maker sliding up inside her tight 
little baby-hole, and filling her tummy full of baby-juice.  Are 
you going to torture that poor little girl, and not give her what 
she needs?"
     "You mean, you WANT me to ...."
     "Fuck our little girl and get her pregnant."
     "Well ... If that's what you want ...."
     "That's what I want.  Now don't come back in here until 
Jenny's belly is as full of baby-juice as you squirted in me 
after dinner."  Miranda looked at me for a second, then added, 
"In fact, don't come back at all tonight.  Tomorrow, I'm moving 
her in with the boys.  Tonight though, she's spending with you.  
Now git!"
     I "got" before my wife changed her mind.
     Tiptoeing down the hall (Why tiptoe?) I came to the girls' 
room and looked inside.  Both girls sleeping, from the quiet.  I 
slipped off my socks, and then slid inside my eldest daughter's 
bed.
     "Wha?   Who?"  Jenny mumbled; and almost fought.
     "Shhhhh.   It's me ... Daddy," I calmed her.  "Now spread 
your legs."
     "But Daddy I ...."
     Silencing my daughter's objections, I climbed over her, and 
forced my knee between hers.  After a second, Jenny relaxed and 
spread her legs even wider.  "But Daddy," she still objected, 
"What if Mom ...?  Oh ... OOooooh that feels good."
     "It's OK," I reassured her.  "Your mother sent me down here.  
I'll be sleeping here tonight,   Tomorrow, your mother's moving 
you in with the boys.  OK?"
     By this time, I had slid halfway into the little girl.  The 
sucking wet heat of the child, while not as muscular-tight as her 
mother, still grabbed my penis with a fresh and different 
tightness that her mother couldn't duplicate after four children.
     "Oh.  Thanks, Daddy."
     "Thank your mother ... later," I responded, while I slid the 
rest of the way inside her.
     This time, without the frantic excitement of our first fuck, 
or the maddeningly full balls of a day at work, I managed to hold 
off against the sucking, jerking, and finally spasming of my 
little girl's vagina on my swollen prick.  Not NEEDING sex like 
the previous two times (in fact, being almost satiated with sex) 
I was able to keep on fucking through one, two, and even THREE 
climaxes of my horny little girl.  For sure, she hadn't done this 
the first time we fucked!  I revised my estimate of my daughter's 
tightness.  When she came, the little girl's muscles clamped down 
on my prick in vice-like grip that for a second was actually 
painful!  Even Miranda at her best, before the kids, had never 
clamped down on me like that.







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     Each time, Jenny grew looser and wetter inside, then clamped 
down even harder on me when she came.  "Oh, Daddy," she panted 
hotly in my ear.  "It feels so good."
     "Daddy's going to cum, if you keep that up," I warned her.
     "Oh Daddy."
     "If I cum in you, I could get you pregnant," I added to the 
warning.  Previous to this, I had just DONE it ... and 
(shamefully) pressured the boys into doing the same.  This time, 
not being QUITE so overruled by the pressure in my penis, I would 
let my daughter decide.  It wasn't as if I really NEEDED to get 
my rocks off a third time.  Heck, during the wild gyrations we 
had been doing, I figured I might have leaked a teaspoon or two 
of sperm in the child's belly anyway.  No real need to ejaculate 
the full load.
     "Oh, Daddy, please?"
     "You want me to pull out?"  Somehow, if she asked, I would.
     "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," panted in my ear.
     "You want me to cum inside you?"
     "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, please .... Please, Daddy?"
     "I'll get you pregnant," I warned again.  Looking to one 
side, I caught a glimpse of Jenny's little sister looking wide-
eyed at her sibling and father.  I don't think she was aware that 
I noticed her.
     "Please, Daddy?"
     I did it.
     "Here it cums," I warned; just before I felt the first 
satisfying surge of potent sperm ripple through the bottom of my 
prick, on through the tube on the bottom of my penis, through the 
head, and on into the welcoming entrance to my daughter's body, 
while her tight little sleeve milked and squeezed each precious 
drop into her vagina where it belonged.  No, I don't THINK 
Jennifer climaxed that time ... but she certainly seemed to enjoy 
feeling me spasm inside her; stroking my back, cuddling my body, 
wrapping her legs around me, and working against me to get each 
thick white gob of incestuous seed into her body.
     "Mmmmm.  Thanks, Daddy," she murmured into my ear.
     "Thank you," I added in return.  What ELSE could I say to my 
daughter for the most incredible fuck of my life?
     "You're heavy, Daddy," she finally complained, after our 
breathing had subsided a little.
     "Ooooh."  I don't know for sure which of us moaned as I 
pulled away.  Maybe it was both of us.  I motioned Jennifer to 
turn over on her side, and then slid my still 3/4 hard penis back 
inside her from the rear.  As I did so, I glanced over at her 
little sister's bed.  Mindy was asleep ... back turned to us ... 
a little TOO pointedly asleep, if you ask me.  Nobody did.
     "Mmmm," I groaned in satisfaction as my prick slid back 
inside my little girl.  Even going soft, it felt so GOOD, and yes 
so RIGHT to be inside her.  "Thanks, Dear," I said.
     "Thanks, Daddy," she replied; snuggling back at me so the 
last half-inch of fatherly prick slid and then jerked inside her.
     "You're welcome," I responded.





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     For a minute or two we lay there, enjoying the closeness.  
Then a nagging question came to mind.
     "Jenny?" I asked; hoping she hadn't gone to sleep yet.
     "Nnnh?"
     "Did the boys ... uh, 'do their job' this afternoon?"
     Jennifer giggled.  "Uhuh," she said.  "They each helped me 
'practice making a baby' three times today.  Twice this morning, 
and once this afternoon.  Mike promised to help me practice until 
I got it right."
     "Oh."  The girl's giggling had almost given me another 
erection.  Almost.
     "Well," I finally said, "I'll help out too ... whenever I 
can.  There's still your mother, you know."
     Jenny gave a half-giggle, and a squeeze around the now-
flaccid prick that was trapped inside her.  "Thanks, Daddy," she 
murmured.  "Promise?"
     "Promise."
     And that was that.







































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