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From: Frank McCoy <mccoyf@millcomm.com>
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Subject: :*NEW*: DONTEASE.TXT "Don't Tease" (Mf/bg, incest, cons, pedo, preg?, food)
Date: Sat, 03 Apr 2004 04:55:59 +0000
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Don't Tease
An Erotic Story
"Don't tease your brother," I admonished Tammy, my youngest
daughter. The girl was flashing her big brother; lifting her
skirt, and showing the older boy where she was sliding a hot-dog
in and out of the swollen lips of her tight little cunny.
"But Mike LIKES to watch me do it, Dad," objected the
9-year-old; throwing a frown in my direction as she lowered her
hands so the bottom of the short skirt now hid the sight of the
wiener she had buried in her tight little slit. My daughter
didn't need to hold the mini-sausage inside herself with her
hands; as the girl's vaginal muscles were young, supple, and
strong enough to do so without digital assistance. "So do you,"
she pouted.
It was true. Michael DID look disappointed as his little
sister covered up the erotic sight of a pre-teen girl
masturbating herself with the food the family would later eat.
Even I was let down a little as the carnal sight was hidden from
view. That didn't stop Tammy from continuing to work the meat
cylinder in and out of her body. I don't think she COULD stop
herself, until she got off.
"It's not the LOOKING that's teasing your brother," I
explained. "It's showing him something he can't have, that does
it."
"Huh?"
I sighed. "Seeing you slide that hot-dog up inside you like
that, makes your brother (and any adult male watching, for that
matter) wish HE could be sliding HIS wiener up inside you,
instead of that stupid hot-dog. It's unfair to show off in front
of your brother like that; teasing the poor kid with something he
can't have."
Again a, "Huh?" from both kids. "Mikey can stick his
'thing' up inside me any time he wants to," rebutted his little
sister. "He can even cum inside me if he wants to. I don't
mind; and he knows it too ... Don't you Mikey?"
"Uhuh." Michael nodded and slid closer to his little
sister; unbuttoning himself as he did so. "See Dad?" he
explained; pulling the offending wiener from his little sister's
body, and substituting the MUCH larger "sausage" attached to his
groin. There was an, "Oof," of surprise from Tammy; then just
the normal squishing sounds of two kids having a *very* good time
with each other sexually, as my son's swollen prick vanished to
the hilt inside the little girl's body. "After all," added the
younger child as an afterthought, "it isn't as if Mikey could get
me pregnant, you know, since I'm only nine." The youngster
almost pouted the last sentence, as if she was disappointed.
"I can do better than THAT," commented a voice at my
shoulder, as the two siblings' older sister peeked past me at the
mating duo. I was more surprised at the older girl being in the
room or even in the house at all, than when I noticed she was
completely naked. However, what REALLY drew my eyes to the
budding teenager, was the "hot dog" the older girl was carrying.
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Unlike the tiny six-inch wiener their brother had put aside
in favor of a much more "intimate" tool of his own, my 13-year-
old was carrying a piece of bologna that was over TWICE as long
as my prick ... and approximately the same diameter.
Well, I could describe my surprise when the seventh-grader
slid this monster sausage down between her legs and then INSERTED
the piece of meat inside her until fully half of it had vanished
into the hole between her legs ... But it wouldn't begin to
approach the reality. Here I had SUPPOSED both of the girls (and
their brother too) were virgins. To see that big thing slide
into the vagina that all-too-often I had dreamed about myself ...
and then felt guilty about afterward ....
Well, surprise doesn't fully describe what I felt.
However, my prick felt like it had grown almost to the 15 or
16 inches in length that the bologna was. It just ACHED to
replace the piece of meat like Mike had replaced the hot-dog
their little sister had been using.
As to the lewdly coupled duo ....
"Ha," sniffed Tammy; taking in the sight of her older
sister's vagina stuffed with at least eight inches of sausage.
"I can do that!" she belittled. "Heck, Mikey is almost THAT
big." Looking at the older boy's prick where it vanished into my
little girl's body, then reappeared, streaked with white juices,
I had little doubt she could. My son's prick was almost as big
as mine ... almost.
"Ha, yourself," retorted their big sister. "THIS wasn't
what I was referring to," she asserted; wriggling the hunk of
meat inside her body, like some well-hung "she-male" in a porno
movie. "I'm just getting it slippery first," she explained.
Three wide-eyed stares followed the teenager, as my eldest
child withdrew the 16-inch (or was it 18, or even 20 inch?)
sausage from within the sucking wet heat of her tight little
vagina ... where my prick SO ached to go and replace it. Then,
taking the bologna in one hand, the girl said, "Let's see any of
you guys try THIS," just before she was unable to say anything at
all.
Yes, Sherrie was taking the end of the enormous length of
bologna into her mouth; tilting her head back like a sword-
swallower as inch after obscene inch slowly vanished. I couldn't
believe it as over half the enormous sausages slowly slid into my
daughter's mouth, and then down her throat. My prick just ACHED;
wishing IT was inside the girl ... somewhere, anywhere inside her
body. Inside her tight little cunny, like the sausage had been.
Down her eagerly working throat, and past her tongue. Even up
her even tighter little ass; though that would have been a last
resort. My prick just HAD to explode thick sticky semen into one
of my daughters' bodies; even though before that minute I had
never dreamed of fucking either one. After all, they were my
DAUGHTERS.
Right then, my prick ... and I ... didn't really CARE any
more. They were BOTH very sexy and eager young girls, who very
obviously knew what sex was all about. The rising pants and
grunts of the two younger siblings mating on the floor just
emphasized the reality of that.
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My attention yanked BACK to the older girl, from where my
son was almost ready to jerk his seed into the younger girl's
womb, by the surprised look on the child's face as she stared
past me towards her older sister.
Astonishingly, even when long PAST the point where she would
have completely swallowed my 7-inches of proud prick if she'd
been sucking on me, (At that moment it felt at least NINE inches
long, and very well might have been.) Sherrie had continued until
only an inch or two remained outside her body ... Well more than
12 inches MUST have been down the girl's throat! But then ...
Pushing with her finger, Sherrie slowly forced the remaining
bologna ... almost as much as my whole prick ... into her mouth,
and then down her throat! Closing her teeth, and then giving a
forced swallow or two, Sherrie finally straightened her head back
to normal, gave a gasping gulp to catch her breath, and then
croaked, "Top THAT, Little Sister."
Tammy didn't even try to. "Wow!" she commented, before her
attention was taken by her big brother's rising orgasm. I
watched as my son suddenly jerked between the little girl's legs;
and then jetted his seed in thick white squirts into the child's
tummy; splashing his sister's uterus with gooey gobs of
incestuous seed, just teeming with millions of sperm all eagerly
seeking one of his sibling's ripening eggs. One, two, and then
three grunts announced the delivery of still more incestuous
sperm into the child's belly, before Mike collapsed like a
punctured balloon ... once his prick had finished its intended
job of trying to impregnate a fertile young female ... even if
that nubile female just happened to be the boy's own cute little
sister. Each jerk of Mike's body into Sherrie was echoed by a
matching ripple of the child's flat little tummy, as Tammy milked
her big brother's prick with her vagina for each precious drop of
family seed; doing her best to reproduce with her own big
brother.
"If you think THAT is something," croaked Sherrie; her voice
still strained by the enormous piece of bologna inside her, "wait
until you see what's NEXT."
Oh God.
"It's not NICE to tease your father like that, you know," my
wife's soft voice interrupted this pastoral scene of sibling sex
and deep-throat demonstration. "He's only human."
"I'm NOT teasing Daddy," replied Sherrie; her voice still
strained. "See?"
I looked down as a wet, warm, incredibly smooth and tight
SOMETHING surrounded the head of my prick and slid down.
Somehow, while I had been ogling the mad coupling of her two
siblings, Sherrie had unbuttoned my pants and directed my swollen
prick into the crease between her legs. Before I realized fully
what was happening, I was on the floor and fucking my eldest
daughter like I hadn't even fucked my wife since the times we had
"made out" in her parent's attic; trying to get off without the
two older people knowing. (Fat chance.)
"So THAT is the stuff that makes babies," quietly commented
Tammy; looking down at the river of white cum oozing out of her
abused little slit, as Michael's prick wilted and finally slid
out of her tight little hole.
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"Uhuh," groaned the older boy; too worn out from depositing
his seed in the child's body to worry about the reproductive
consequences of cumming inside his own little sister's developing
young fertility.
Oh God (again).
"Do it, Daddy. Shoot your baby-stuff in me, like Mikey did
Tammy," whined Sherrie; bucking against me; her flat little belly
rippling against mine, my daughter's tight little tunnel milking
desperately on my abused prick. The sensation was almost
overwhelming. "Cum in me. Cum in me. Cum in me. I want to
FEEL it."
"Oh. OH ... OH SHIT! I'm gonna ...." I bit my tongue, and
barely held out against following my son's example and filling
the older girl's womb as full of incestuous seed as the boy had
filled his little sister's.
"Don't TEASE the girl, Mike!" my wife sharply reproved me.
"It isn't FAIR. You know that."
"Please, Daddy?" whined and somewhat croaked the teenager.
At thirteen, nubile and ovulating regularly, the youngster was I
knew, about as fertile as a woman could be. Still, I couldn't
resist both her AND my wife at the same time. Besides, Sherrie
had wrapped her legs around my body, and there was only ONE place
this rusty load of baby-juice was going to go ... up inside my
daughter's body where it belonged. Yes, I did it. With an
aching HEAVE, I jerked myself into my little girl's body, and let
her have every drop of incestuous cum I had been building up over
the last hour or so. Jet after sticky jet, and squirt after
thick gooey squirt slid out of the head of my penis and into the
heaving and fertile young body of my eldest daughter. Gush after
gush and surge after surge of thick white goo rippled through the
tube on the base of my penis, up into the head, and then on into
the welcoming belly of my own child; as my prick performed its
assigned duty of delivering sperm as close as possible to the
uterus and womb of a fertile young female as it could. That the
belly that would be swelling if that sperm took root, was the
result of a similar mating of egg and sperm from me not 14 years
earlier, had nothing to do with the result. Sherrie needed it,
and I gave it to her.
"Oh Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," meweled Sherrie. "I'm going to
have your baaaayyyybeeee!" The whining keen of a child pleading
for something that she knew she shouldn't have ... but was
determined to get anyway, was the final straw; helping me leave
even more sperm in the girl than I thought I had in me. Well, if
Sherrie really wanted my baby in her tummy, then I certainly had
done my best to put it there. Even if it was just the horniness
of the moment and NOT something she really wanted, then I still
had done my best to father a child on my own little girl. Her
obvious eagerness to feel me do just that, had been far too
exciting to resist. Even my watching wife hadn't made a move to
stop the two of us from procreating.
It was only when my prick was starting to wilt, that the
guilt hit me. Oh God. Even if my wife DIDN'T kill me for
filling our daughter's womb with my baby, it still wasn't
something a man was supposed to do.
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Still ... If given half a chance, I knew damned good and
well I'd do it again. From my daughter's satiated and happy
look, along with the horny and greedy look on my wife's face, I
knew I was going to have more than half a chance ... Several
chances in fact.
Even Heaven must have its limits. My prick was finally
wilting inside Sherrie; and I knew we were going to make a far
bigger mess than even Mike and Tammy had. At my age I could
produce probably three or four times the thick heavy cum that a
preteen boy could; though that wouldn't be for long. "Oh God," I
groaned. "We'd better get a towel before ...."
Sherrie suddenly left for the bathroom; only to be stopped
by our daughter's frantic waving to, "Wait!"
What the?
Tilting her head back, the girl suddenly gave a couple of
gurgling gulps, a ripple of her stomach that somehow squeezed two
more drops of thick white cum out of me and into her, and
then ... And then the end of the bologna sausage appeared in her
mouth as she UN-swallowed the enormous piece of meat much faster
than ever she swallowed it in the first place!
"Here," she grunted; her voice suddenly husky and much more
normal. "THIS will hold it until I get to the bathroom," she
explained; forcing the end of the bologna into her sopping cunny
as my wilting prick was also forced OUT.
Only a tiny amount of the enormous quantities of thick white
reproductive fluid that I knew was trapped inside my little
girl's body escaped to make a mess on the floor. "THERE,"
Sherrie gloated in satisfaction as she stumbled to her feet; the
remainder of the huge hunk of bologna sticking out of her body
like the oversized schlong on some porno she-male.
"NEXT time, it's MY turn to have Daddy squirt his baby-stuff
up inside me," announced her little sister; ignoring the gooey
mess dripping from her own oozing little slit. Sherrie just
nodded in acceptance of her younger sibling's claim on me;
seeming to have expected this. "You can have Mikey, instead.
Watching the two of you fuck, was just teasing," Tammy added;
silencing any objection I might have made.
"Now girls: Remember what I told you both," spoke up their
mother; looking pointedly at the slightly wilted baby-sausage now
lying forlornly abandoned on the end-table, while seeming to
completely ignore the reproductive fluid dripping from both of
her daughter's tight little slits. "Whenever you kids FINISH
using the hot-dogs, you're supposed to REMEMBER to put them back
in the refrigerator, so they don't spoil and can't be eaten," she
reminded the girls. "We don't want good food going to waste, you
know."
"Yes, Momma."
WHY was my prick suddenly hard as a brick, all over again?
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