"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?"

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."

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.

"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?"

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.)

"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.

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!

"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.

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.

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.