Author: Loren Tres
Title: Daily Squirt
Part: 1 of 1
Summary: A squirt a day keeps the doctor away
Keywords: Mf, Mg, cons, preg, inc, humor
email: loren@lorentres.com

Copyright 2010 by Loren Tres, all rights reserved.  Do not copy, edit, republish, etc.
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Daily Squirt
Loren Tres
For my friend Kevin.

   Grandpa's truck was getting old, but it always got us where we needed to go.
Then one day, it didn't.  It started knocking, and it overheated almost before
we could get it out of the driveway.
   "Darn it," Poppa exclaimed.  "I can't afford me a new motor now!"
   He fiddled with the truck for a couple of hours in the barn, with me 
helping.  I liked to help Poppa.  He always smiled at me and told me how 
beautiful I was getting.
   No matter how much work we did, the truck still ran like an old gray mare 
ready for the glue factory.  Finally, he gave up and called his best friend 
Kevin.  Kevin was the only mechanic within fifty miles.  Problem was; Kevin 
was looking at me more than he was looking at the dang truck.
   "You sure got you a fine looking little filly there, Tom," he said, leering
at me as if he was a starving man and I was a juicy porterhouse steak.
   "Sure do," agreed Poppa, nodding his head and leering at me too.
   "Sure wish I had me a granddaughter or two, just like you do, Tom.  I'd be 
giving her a horsey-ride on the old bean pole every chance I could!  I'd be all
over that sweet young thing like white on rice, like a..."
   "I get the idea," interrupted Poppa.
   "Oh, man, I want to squirt a load of baby-makers into Amy's sweet little 
pussy more than I want to breathe," offered Kevin, slurping up a bit of his 
drool and wiping the rest of it off on his sleeve.  "What would it take to let
me have a go?"
   "No fooling," chuckled Poppa.  "Well Amy ain't even a teen `til next week.
She's too damn young for you to be sticking your nasty old peter into her baby 
chamber and squirting the poor little girl full of babies."
   "Old enough to bleed is old enough to breed, I always say.  In the old days,
a girl her age was already married and a popping out babies.  Besides, a man 
has to bring them up right while they're still young, so they know how to act 
grateful when he bones them.  Tell you what, Tom..."
   "What, Kevin?"
   "You ought to toss this old truck on the scrap heap," grinned Kevin 
lasciviously.  "You let me breed your sweet little girl, and I'll give you my 
four-wheel drive diesel crew cab truck.  Course if you don't like the idea 
none, then I was just kidding."
   "You talking about the truck with the big ass tires?"
   "Yup."
   "And the cool radio?"
   "Yup."
   "And the big ass lights and the roll bars and the winch and the tow hitch 
and the fifth wheel?"
   "That's the one, excepting I get to keep the toolbox."
   The front of Kevin's pants was tenting as if someone shot an arrow between 
his legs, but Poppa's bulge was almost twice as big.  I could see he was 
thinking about Kevin's offer.  Poppa always loved to save some money, and he 
knew how much I - well, you'll see.
   "Gee, Kevin, how would you want to do this?"
   "Well, I'd probably have to give Amy a good rut, every night until she 
catches, excepting when she's bleeding," Kevin shrugged.  "I'd have to keep 
squirting my spooge inside her until she misses her period, or until she passes
a pregnancy test."
   "All right, Kevin.  You drive that new truck over tomorrow, and if I like 
it, you can breed her until she catches."
   Kevin looked worried.  "But what if she catches right away?  Then I won't 
get to hump her none anymore?"
   There was a long pause while Poppa considered Kevin' problem.
   "Okay.  If she catches during the first month, you can keep squirting your 
nasty old spooge into her until the month afore the baby pops out, but you got
to treat her real good, and WE get to keep the baby, okay?"
   "Hot damn, Tom!  Sounds good to me; I don't want no babies to keep.  I just
like making them.  Deal?"
   "Okay, deal."
   They shook hands.
   "See you tomorrow morning, Kevin."
   "Can't we get started tonight?"
   "No way, Kevin, I got to talk to Amy, you know, get her used to the idea 
that my nasty dirty old best friend is going to stick his ugly old peter inside
her cute little tummy and squirt her full of babies.  You come back tomorrow 
just like we said."
"I guess you're right," Kevin shrugged.  "No need to scare the girl out a her 
wits.  I'll see you tomorrow."
   I jumped up in Grandpa's arms the second Kevin was gone.
   "How cool is that, Poppa!  I get to hump you - and Kevin too, and you get a
new truck just for me having some fun?  That's just like magic!"
   "It sure is magic, Honey.  You have the magic, because you're such a 
beautiful girl.  Except with Kevin, you got to act like it's your first time.  
Kevin always likes to think he's first.  He wants to think HE made the cute 
little girl we started in your tummy last week.  We can't let on that you and 
me been loving each other since you was ten.  Okay?"
   "Okay, Poppa.  That sounds like fun.  How do I pretend it's my first time?"
   "Well, remember when it really was your first time?  You got to act a little
shy with Kevin.  When he tries to put it in you, you got to squeeze real tight 
and make him work for it.  Then you got to cry a little right at first, like it
hurts the first time."
   "I didn't cry at all when it was my first time with you," I protested.
   "Yeah, but I know Kevin.  He ain't very patient.  He ain't going to go all 
slow and easy like I did to start.  He's going to want to shove it in and 
hammer.  He gets a little anxious when his boxers start getting tight."
   "Okay, Poppa.  I'm going a make him think he just popped the freshest little
cherry in seven counties."
   "That's my girl!"
   I knuckle bumped Poppa to show our agreement.  Then he carried me off to 
bed, and squirted his hot thick creamy spooge into my pussy twice more, while I
teased him about making a sister for his great granddaughter, before he rolled 
off me and we went to sleep.
   The next morning Kevin rolled up in the new truck afore we was done with our
coffee.
   "Look, Tom, I washed the truck up real good for you, and I waxed her real 
shiny too."
   "Yep, Kevin.  That truck sure looks nice.  Well, you want to get started 
breeding Amy?"
   "Yeah, Uncle Kevin," I chimed in.  "Poppa says you want to make a baby grow
in my tummy.  Is that true?"
   "It sure is, little Amy.  You're the prettiest little thing I ever did see.
Your old Uncle Kevin wants to breed you like a pack of dogs chasing a bitch in 
heat."
   "Poppa says you get to squirt your stuff in me every day `til I catch.  He 
says you might even stick your thingy inside me after that too."
   "Yeah, it sure is right good of you to help out your grandpa like this," 
Kevin gushed.  "You're such a good girl."
   "She sure is," Poppa agreed.  "When did you start your last period, 
Beautiful?"
   "It started almost two weeks ago," I lied.
   "Hot damn, Tom!"
   "Amy, Honey, you go get yourself naked, and climb onto Grandpa's big bed.  
Kevin and I will be right behind you."
   I scurried off to Poppa's bed, pulling clothes off and dropping them along
the way.  I was way too curious what it would feel to have another man's boner 
squirting spooge all up inside my kitty.  I heard Kevin and Poppa talking as I
hopped on one leg, trying to pull off a sock and run at the same time.
   "What, Tom, you want to watch?"
   "What did you expect?  It's her first time and all.  I got to make sure 
little Amy is safe."
   "Okay, Tom, but don't YOU go making her pregnant any time in the next few 
weeks."
   Poppa held up his right hand as if he were swearing on a bible.  "I promise
I won't make Amy pregnant any time, from now on, until she has her first baby."
   I almost fell over, trying not to laugh while I was pulling off my clothes 
and running.  Poppa had told his friend the exact truth!  Seconds later, I was 
naked on Poppa's bed, and Kevin was at the door, hopping on one leg, trying to 
get his pants off too.  He toppled over onto the bed beside me, and laughed 
like a little boy.  His boner popped out and bobbed around like a spring-loaded 
hula girl on a dashboard, driving on a country road.  It was still bobbing when 
he managed to get his shirt off.
   "Ooh, Uncle Kevin," I cooed.  "It looks so big."
   "Oh yeah, Tom, that's what I like about little girls.  I can still impress 
them."
   Then he turned to me, knelt between my legs.  He looked funny with his 
skinny little boner curling up sideways and his socks still on.
   "I don't know if it's going to fit," I worried, looking as frightened as I
could without blowing the whole thing by laughing.
   "Don't you worry none, Amy.  It'll fit.  They always fit, else wise, how 
would anybody have any babies?  Anyways, babies are a whole lot bigger than my
Peter."
   He lay down on top a me, fisted his thingy, and tried to push it in.  Just 
like Poppa said, I clenched down tight and made Kevin work for it.  
   Kevin did.
   He pressed so hard he slipped out sideways; then he cussed and tried again.
I let him poke around at my opening for a minute more, before I let him get the
tip wedged inside.
   "It hurts, Uncle Kevin."
   "'s okay, Amy.  It only hurts the first time; then it feels good."
   "If you say so."
   I did my best to look worried, while Kevin humped, trying to pop a cherry 
that wasn't there.  He slipped in another inch.
   "Owe!  Uncle Kevin!"
   I let a tear dribble out a my eyes.
   "Sorry, Amy.  Old Kevin needed to pop your cherry afore he can squirt you 
full of babies.  It's okay.  I'm ready to blow, so this won't take long at all,
Girl."
   He started humping like a short jackhammer on steroids.  It felt 
surprisingly good.  The tip of his skinny tool was curled upward, and it was 
tickling my G spot like crazy.  Maybe I'd even get a good come out of it, but 
twenty seconds later, he pressed all the way in to the hilt, his body got all 
stiff, and he blew his load like a firecracker.  He got off two or three good 
squirts, grunting each time, and then he fell on the bed beside me, all 
breathing hard, like he'd just run a marathon.
   "Oh, Amy, that was SO darn good!"
   "Thank you, Uncle Kevin," I exclaimed, rolling on top of him and giving him
a peck on the lips.  "Does this mean I have a baby now?"
   "Well maybe, Amy," he huffed, still trying to catch his breath, "but we got 
to keep trying ever day, at least until we know for sure."
   I squirmed my small boobs around on the white hairs on his skinny chest. 
   "Ooh, goody!"
   "Amy," Poppa said.  "Why don't you get your clothes on, while Kevin catches
his breath?  We don't want him having no heart attack before he gets the baby
started."
   "Yes, Poppa.  Thank you, Uncle Kevin."
   I hopped off the bed and ran back the way I came, gathering up my clothes.  
Then I lingered in the hall, to hear what they had to say.
   "Oh, jeez, Tom," Kevin panted.  "That was great!  Your little Amy's got her
the tightest little twat I ever did stick my old Peter into; and if `n I die of
a heart attack, wow, what a way to go!"
   "Don't you worry none, Kevin.  Sex makes your heart grow stronger.  People 
who have lots of sex live longer.  When you get done breeding Amy, you'll be 
all healthy again.  You know what they say..."
   "What do they say, Tom?"
   "A squirt a day keeps the doctor away."
   "Well then, I guess I'll just have to find another little girl to breed, 
so's I can get myself a daily squirt."
   "Or maybe I might need something else."
   "Really, Tom?"
   "Yup.  You're my best friend.  We got to keep you alive a few more years.  
We'll see how it goes."
   It was so hot, to think I could get expensive stuff we needed, just by 
having fun, that I made Poppa pump me full of spooge three more times that 
night, just so's I could keep getting my goodies.
   I could always count on having a good time from Poppa.  His big bad baby 
maker was at least twice as long and twice as thick as Kevin's.  The thick 
part of his Johnson always pulled my clit into my hole, and hammered it 
helpless.  I kept having endless orgasms, until I passed out from getting one
too many.  
   Then I woke up and made him do it again.
   While Poppa was busy working his not-quite-hard boner inside me for the 
third time that night, I had a wild and crazy idea.  "Poppa, what about your 
friend Roy; maybe he'd like to `breed' me too?  Kevin could `come' in the 
mornings, and Roy could `come' at night?"
   The idea must a been a good one, `cause Poppa blew his nut before he even 
got his thingy more than halfway inside a me.
   Darn.
   True to his word, Poppa let Kevin squirt in me every day until I was so big,
I was sure I was going to pop any day.  I also got to hump Roy and two other of
Poppa's other friends.  I was just thirteen when little Averi was born.  I'd be
twenty-three before she was old enough to breed.
   Then I got me another baby started by Poppa, while he negotiated his next 
trade with Kevin.  Before Kevin passed on, we got all his shares in a mining 
company, some land that was sitting next to ours, and a big-ass Lincoln Town 
Car.  Then he even left me his repair shop and everything else he ever had in 
his will.
   By the time I was partway through sixteen, I had me five darling daughters.
I guess Poppa's nuts was making only little girl sperms.  
   Anyway, me and my girls had way more than enough money to retire and do 
whatever we wanted to do, because Poppa had a lot friends who liked the idea of
`breeding' a young and pretty girl like me.
   By the way, Poppa lived a long, long time, because `a squirt a day keeps the
doctor away' and I always made sure Poppa got his daily squirt.
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