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Daddy's Lessons, Part One
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Daddy's Lessons
An Erotic Story
I'm not sure, but I think I was about 6 or 7 years old, When
Mother decided that it was time that all of us kids learned what
sex was, and how babies were made, so that we didn't accidentally
get knocked-up (or in the case of my younger brother, knock
someone up). As I say, I was about 6 or 7. My older sister
Karen, was about 10, my younger brother, Mike was about 5 or 6,
and my younger sister, Susan (Suzy, to everybody in the family)
was about 4 or 5. Diane hadn't been born yet.
Oh yes, I'm Tamara Dugan (Tammy to my family and friends,
and you'd better be my friend, or you shouldn't be reading this).
The night I'm talking about must have been early in the
summer, because I distinctly remember that there wasn't any
school. Neither that night, nor for quite a while afterwards.
As I remember, it all started when my little brother found this
magazine over at the dump.
Perhaps I'd better explain about where we live, so you'd
understand. If you take the main highway north out of Chequat
(No that's not the real name of our town, but If you already know
where I'm from, you'll know what I'm talking about, if you don't.
this information won't tell you.) As I was saying, If you take
the main highway north, out of town, you'll see signs saying
"Chequat Sanitary Land-Fill" about 4 miles out. If you continue
north, you'll come to a nondescript dirt road leading to the left
about a half-mile further on. The only sign, is a battered tin
label, saying "Fire-Road #227" or something like that. Take that
(bumpy) dirt road about a half mile, and go south on the second
dirt road to the south. (If you take the first one, you'll end
up in a big hole in the ground.) The road twists first to the
right, and then to the left, then runs up a little hill to our
house. Nobody else lives anywhere near, except our cousins,
about another half-mile down the road. There's a string of mail-
boxes across from the land-fill, and you'll find the name "Dugan"
on one of them.
Daddy both works for, and is part owner of the land-fill, so
he keeps the mail-box there, as it's more convenient. Daddy
doesn't really have to work, as he gets a good income from his
share of the company, but he likes to keep an eye on the place
(as it's partly his) and it's nice to have the money come back to
the family, instead of paying some stranger to do it. (As you
might have guessed, the whole land-fill, and also the sand-pit,
and Cement-factory are all either family owned, or at least owned
by relatives. All of the Dugans, (and Carols, and McKinleys)
live relatively isolated. When our great-grandparents split up
the big tree-farm, they let each of their 8 children have their
choice of a 160 acre parcel, and the remaining 4000 plus acres
were incorporated into a family-owned business. As I said, we're
not poor.
Daddy works as a night-watchman, because he doesn't have to
either give, or take orders then, and he has a personal interest
in seeing that nobody steals anything. Most of the family does
things like that. For instance, Uncle Joe maintains the machin-
ery, because he LIKES being a mechanic. The company hires a
business manager, to run the day-to-day stuff, and men to run the
machinery, but except for those five, everyone in the company is
family.
I'm telling you all this, so that you'll understand what the
dump means to us. We always call it the dump, though officially,
its the land-fill. The dump is over the hill from us, about a
quarter to half a mile, depending on what part you're heading
for. We almost never smell the dump from our house, unless the
wind is exactly wrong, as the hill somewhat shields us, and the
prevailing winds go the other direction. Still, we always know
that it's there.
All of us kids (including all of our cousins) are dump-
scroungers. After the dump closes, you'll always find a bunch of
us poking through the current pile looking for lord-knows-what.
The family doesn't bury the days rubbish, until after it's been
there, at least one day, as the whole family does this. I've
even seen Mother poking around, when she was bored at home. Daddy
doesn't mind, as he used to do it when he was a kid, and
sometimes still does, for that matter. He does insist, that we
wear gloves, and anyone found out at the dump without them, has
his dump-privileges revoked for a month.
Well, this time Mike found a pile of magazines, and sorted
through them. You never know what kind of magazines you'll find.
One person's trash, is another person's treasure. My cousin Mike
once found a stack of pre-world-war-2 science-fiction magazines,
and sold them for over $200 to an antique book seller. These
magazines weren't like that though, they were mostly paperbacks,
and pretty beat-up, no pictures, and according to Mike, "Mushy
stuff". I wish I'd scavenged some of them, before they got
covered up, but by the time I thought of it, they were buried.
Several months later, I found a batch of my own, but that's
another story. This time, just when Mike was about to give up on
finding anything interesting, he found that one of the books was
slightly larger than the rest, and had pictures in it. That one,
he brought home to look at closer, as he couldn't read the writ-
ing, and the pictures were funny. He thought it might be valu-
able. Well, it wasn't valuable, and yet, in a way it was, to our
family. Two years later, I traded Mike for it. He made me pay
through the nose. He wanted my share of the TV-video-game-set
that our grandmother had given both of us. I know now, that you
can't buy books like this any more, anywhere. So maybe I got the
best deal after all.
That night, Karen, Mike, and I were sorting our latest
"acquisitions", when Mike asked us, what we thought this magazine
might be worth. At first, I thought it was a nudist magazine,
and I was kind of scornful, as we ran across them all the time in
the dump. At least I thought that, until Karen said "Let me see
that!", and reached for the magazine. At first, I was tempted to
hold onto it, until Mike's look reminded me that it was his
magazine, not mine.
(Our parents strictly enforced the rule, that what we got
from the dump was OURS, until we either gave it away, sold it, or
indicated that we no longer wanted it. There was a special bin
out in the garage, where we put dump-items we no longer wanted,
and every one was free to go through it. Once a month, Daddy
emptied it out. Even Daddy and Mother didn't break this rule.
If we found it at the dump, and we wanted it, it was OURS. My
second cousin June, once found a diamond ring, and her parents
let her keep it, so the rule seemed to apply to all of our clan.)
Anyway, Karen took the magazine, opened it up, and lay it
out, so that we could all look at it. It seemed to be written in
German, but it was mostly pictures, with a little text running
down the sides of the page, near the binding. And what pictures!
The cover had big letters across the top saying "KINDERSEX", and
a picture of a little girl and boy, a little older that I was
(about Karen's age) sitting naked on the cover. You could see
the boy's penis, and the girl's naked little slit, and barely
budding breasts. That's why I thought it was a nudist magazine.
We had all seen nudist magazines, and the whole family was some-
what nudist, we all quite often went naked in the summer, and I
remember days in the summer, when nobody in the house got
dressed, from the time we got up, until we went to sleep. Mother
and Daddy even had some Nudist magazines in the house, and once
we actually went to a nudist camp. Big deal! We had better
swimming and boating at home, and I'd already seen my family, and
most of my cousins naked.
As we looked, first at the cover, and then inside, I noticed
that there was something different about the two children on the
cover. For one thing, the boy's penis wasn't soft, like it was
in all of the nudist magazines. It stood out in front of him,
and the little girl on the cover had her hand wrapped around it.
The little boy was returning the favor, and if you looked closely
at his hand, you could see that the boy's middle-finger had slid
up inside his sister's little slit. At the bottom of the page,
was a number-symbol (like this: #) and a 17, and what was ob-
viously a date, and family something. (Later, I learned the
translation of what was on the cover. It said "Family issue",
and the cover was labeled "Twin helping Twin")
As we opened the cover, and looked at the next page, the
same two children were there. Only on the first page the little
boy had his head between his sister's legs, and was obviously
licking her tiny slit. "Oh Gross!" Said Mike.
"If you think that's gross, look at the next page." I told
him. Sure enough, on the next page, the girl was between her
brother's legs, and she had his little penis halfway in her
mouth. Hurriedly, we turned to the third page. There, the boy
was lying on top of his sister, and was kissing her. You could-
n't tell what else they were doing. He was lying between her
legs, but that was all you could tell. On the next page however,
he had lifted himself up off the little girl, and you could see
that he actually had his little penis halfway up inside his
sister's vagina.
"Oh God." I whispered. "Doesn't that hurt?"
Karen was more sophisticated. "Only the first time, from
what I hear." She said.
Normally, a revelation like this, from our older sister,
would have had the two of us begging to find out what Karen knew,
but we were too interested in the magazine to pump her for infor-
mation. We turned to the next page. The two children were still
plugged together, but were looking up in shock at a woman who
must have been their mother. The next picture showed a man had
joined them. The boy, by this time, had pulled out of his little
sister. We turned to the next page. This page showed the woman
pointing at the little girl, while the man had a "Who me?" ex-
pression on his face. It must have been him, because the next
picture showed the man kneeling naked between the little girl's
legs, as she sat on a chair. She was looking down at her fa-
ther's penis, as it pointed straight at her little slit, now
open, so that you could see a tiny hole there, as she spread her
legs. We hurriedly turned the page.
The next picture showed just the little girl. she had slid
down in the chair, and you could see her flat little tummy, and
slight little buds, where her breasts were starting to develop.
the only thing you could see of her father, was where a tiny
round of man's stomach dented the bottom of the picture, and the
head of a large penis had spread the lips of the little girl's
tiny slit. The next picture, on the facing page, was the same,
except the head of the man's penis had vanished inside his daugh-
ter's belly, and the little girl was wincing with the strain of
taking her father's member.
"Oooh." Said Karen. "I bet that hurts."
"Let me see the next page." I said. "I want to see if he
gets it all inside her." I was panting with excitement. Nothing
in the nudist magazines had been like this!
Sure enough, on the next page, two thirds of the man's cock
had vanished up inside his daughter, and on the facing page, he
had buried it to the hilt in the little girl. we skipped to the
next page. There, the man had pulled halfway out, and a red ring
ran around the middle of his cock. In the next page, they were
both on the floor, and the little girl had wrapped her legs
around her father, as a look of happiness grew on her face.
For the next several pages, the pictures showed the little
girl fucking her father in several positions. Most showed the
man's cock either buried inside his little girl, or halfway out.
There was one picture, of the little girl sitting on top of her
father, facing the camera. You could see the little girl's pert
nubbins of breasts and smooth flat belly leading down to the bare
little slit that was so obscenely stretched by her own father's
penis. The little girl was obviously enjoying the feeling of
having her father's big cock up inside her belly, as a look of
bliss suffused the little girl's face.
In the next picture, you could see where the little girl had
risen a couple of inches, and a smear of white streaked her
father's penis, where it went up inside the child's body. In the
next picture, the man was approaching his daughter, as she lay on
her back, and you could see where a smear of white surrounded the
child's open little hole, and a thick drop of something white
oozed from the tip of her father's cock. Then, in the next
picture, the little girl's vagina was being stretched by her
father's cock again, as the man pushed it all the way home in the
little girl's belly. A smear of white, still surrounded the
man's penis, as he pushed it all the way up inside his daughter's
vagina.
Towards the end of the series, there were bunches of pic-
tures together on a page. These last pictures showed something
different. First, there was a picture of the man's cock buried
up inside the little girl. The next picture showed him pulled
halfway out of his daughter. Then a picture showed him with his
cock pulled all the way out, and the head almost touching his
little girl's slit again. The final picture on the page showed a
white splash of something squirting from the hole in the head of
the man's penis, up on the little girl's belly, and down into the
child's hole. Turning the page, showed the same picture blown-
up, so that you could see that the man was squirting white-stuff
right into the little girl's slit, and some had sprayed up onto
her flat little belly. The facing page was another series of
shots, with the man's cock, still squirting, spreading the lips
of his daughter's vagina, entering the little girl, halfway up
inside her, and finally, buried all the way up inside his own
daughter's tight little belly. On each of these pictures, you
could still see the smear of white, on the child's flat belly.
The last picture, showed the man had pulled his cock out of
his daughter again, and a trickle of white had appeared in the
bottom of the little girl's now open slit, matching the white
smear on her belly. Turning the next page, showed the final two
shots of the series. the first was a close-up of the little
girl's vagina, her legs were spread, and you could see a large
bubble of the white stuff that her father had squirted inside
her, welling up out of the child's tiny slit, while the white
glob on her belly dripped down to join it. The final picture
showed the little girl, still on the floor, with her vagina still
dribbling white, looking up at her mother, who was looking down
at her husband and child, and saying something with a big smile
on her face. The line at the bottom said something like: "Oh
Mama, Papa vas sooo GUT!"
The next two pages, contained four pictures. The first
picture showed the man talking to his son, and pointing to the
little boy's mother. The second picture, showed the little boy's
mother slipping her dress over her head. The third picture,
showed where the little boy had buried his little penis up inside
his mother, as the woman lay on her back, with her legs spread.
The last picture in the series showed where the little boy had
withdrawn from inside his mother, and was squirting something
white up inside the woman's hole, that his mother was holding
open with her fingers.
The next 12 pages, were a calendar of some sort.
January, showed the little girl, wearing a short little
dress, which she had flipped up to expose her flat little belly.
The little girl's father, was between her legs, and had his big
cock buried inside his little girl's belly.
February, showed the little girl naked, facing away from the
camera this time. The child had swallowed her father's erect
penis, and you could see her open little cunt facing the camera,
as a thick gob of white drooled out, and dripped onto the floor.
March, showed both the little girl and her mother, as they
were being penetrated from the rear by the father and son respec-
tively.
April, showed the little girl, and her mother, both com-
pletely naked, kissing each other, face to face. The little
girl's breasts, and tummy looked slightly bigger than before.
May, showed the little girl naked, on her back, as her
father had squirted another splotch of white up the child's
belly, and once again had buried his penis up inside his daugh-
ter's vagina.
June, showed a closeup of the little girl's vagina where a
creamy white liquid had been splattered all over the child's
vagina, and still more was welling out of the little girl's hole.
There was a definite bulge, to the little girl's belly now.
August, showed the little girl completely naked, bent over,
as her father pushed his big cock up inside her from the rear.
The man's fingers were stroking the little girl's swollen belly,
as he mated with his daughter.
September, showed the little girl and her mother, both
naked, facing each other, and comparing grossly swollen bellies,
by running their hands over each other's tummy.
October, showed the little girl naked on a bed, clutching a
naked little baby girl to her swollen breast. While the baby was
nursing on the little girl's breast, the girl herself was nursing
on her own father's cock. You could see a dribble of white,
coming from her lips, where the little girl hadn't been able to
swallow all of the white liquid that her father was squirting in
his daughter's mouth.
November, showed the little girl lying in the same bed, with
her father between her legs. The young woman was lying with her
tiny naked little girl on her belly, facing the camera. You
could see the little baby girl's tiny little slit, next to her
mother's. The girls' father had obviously just ejaculated his
white-stuff up inside his young daughter's belly, as a white
puddle oozed from her puffy little slit. A thick sticky drop of
white was dripping from the tip of the man's penis, as the little
girl held her father's drooling cock up against their baby daugh-
ter's tiny little slit. A big dollop of white liquid had already
dripped from the end of the man's penis, onto their little girl's
tiny crack.
The December picture showed the little girl on her knees, as
her father penetrated her from behind. Already, it looked like
the little girl's belly was starting to swell again.
After December, there was one last picture of the little
girl, and her father. This picture showed the whole family. The
two male members of were sitting naked on a white couch. both
female members were also naked, and were sitting with their male
partners cocks buried inside their respective vaginas. The
little girl was sitting on her father, with his big cock stretch-
ing her little slit (which was just starting to show a light fuzz
darkening the top). The children's mother, was resting with her
son's penis buried in her vagina also. On the floor in front,
two naked little children, a boy and a girl, played with two even
littler babies, also a boy and a girl. As the whole family was
facing the camera, you could make out the children's sex parts.
There was something reminiscent about the front cover of the
magazine in this scene, as the little boy had one finger in his
baby sister's tiny little hole, and the little girl was holding
onto her baby brother's tiny penis.
If you looked closely at the little girl on the couch, it
looked like her belly was already starting to swell again.
After this, the cast of characters changed. The rest of the
magazine was filled with pictures of children and adults having
all kinds of sex, but usually, only a page or two were devoted to
any one couple, or group of people. There were several pages of
a little girl who must have been younger than I was, fucking her
older brother, who couldn't have been more than 12. He must have
been about that old, because he managed to squirt the white stuff
up inside his little sister. There was another picture of the
little girl, looking older now, walking into a room, where a man
was in bed, fucking a slightly older girl, who's swollen belly
attested to her fertility. This was followed by a picture of the
same man, with his cock buried inside the first girl, and then
another picture showing him squirting white stuff on the little
girl's bare slit. A final picture showed the same little girl,
who had started out fucking her brother, standing next to her
father, proudly showing off her bare tummy, which now stuck out
in front of her, a good 8 inches. Another few pages showed a
little girl of about 10, getting fucked by her grandfather, while
her two older sisters watched.
By this time, we had all figured that the whole magazine
showed nothing but pictures of family members having sex. One of
the more exciting ones, was labeled "Mama 'n Dotter", and showed
a man fucking two women, one of whom was much younger than the
other. Even the older of the two women didn't look much more
than 17, or 18, while the younger one couldn't have been older
than 12. The man looked old enough to be both of the women's
father. Personally, I think he was. The last picture in the
book showed the man between the younger girl's legs, where he had
just squirted a big gob of white stuff all over her open vagina.
"Gee, Tammy." Said Mike. "How'd you like to do that?"
I shivered at the thought. "We're probably too young." I
said, ignoring the evidence on the pages in front of me.
"Too young for what?" Asked our mother, who had come out to
investigate.
Karen wordlessly held up the magazine, for Mother to read.
Now I don't know about you, but us kids trusted our parents.
Even if we were too young for such stuff, we knew she wouldn't
try to take the book away. This magazine had come from the dump,
and by the rules of our family, since Mike had found it, it was
HIS. The only exceptions, to this rule had been firearms. If
one of us ever found one, Dad put it away for us, until we were
older. It was still OURS. I've got to hand it to Mother, she
read the whole thing without blanching, or more than an occasion-
al "Oh my!", and Mother could read German! Also, Mother never
even offered to put the magazine away, "until we were older",
like a gun. she just handed it back to Mike, and asked him to
put it away until Daddy had a chance to see it, and discuss it
with us.
That night, Daddy asked Mike if he could borrow the book,
and he and Mother looked it over and "discussed" it. That must
have been some discussion, because the bed in our parents bedroom
seemed to squeak all night long, and Daddy looked worn out the
next morning. Mother just looked refreshed. The next night,
Daddy arranged for his cousin Herman to watch the pit, while we
attended to family business. All of us kids were told to leave
the evening free from other appointments, as the family was going
to be doing "family business".
We all knew what that meant. Everyone had a say in what
happened. The last time we had one, was when we decided to get a
pool, instead of going on vacation. The whole family sat down,
and discussed it, and we all decided that we'd rather have a pool
at home, than go out on vacation that year. We had originally
planned to go to the Wisconsin Dells, and enjoy water-slides, and
stuff like that, but this way we got to have our water-fun at
home, all summer long. This time we figured that it had someth-
ing to do with the magazine Mike had found. Daddy had returned
it to my brother that morning, and cautioned him not to lose it.
Suzy hadn't yet seen it, but had heard about it.
During the day, Mother borrowed the magazine from Mike
again, and spent most of the day copying the text from it onto
the computer. We didn't know it at the time, but Mother was
translating the words and stories that accompanied the pictures
into English. We had ignored them, but Mother seemed to think
they were important.
After supper that night, we all gathered around. Mother
asked us, if we all had seen the magazine in question. we all
nodded. Even Suzy had looked at the magazine by now.
"Well," Said Daddy. "Tonight we're going to talk about
sex. You all know what sex is, don't you?"
Suzy giggled.
"That's what we thought." Said Daddy. "You think you know
about sex. Your mother and I figured that you had better learn
properly. Especially, if you're going to be reading magazines
like this one." Daddy held up the magazine under discussion.
"First." Said Daddy. "We'd better all get undressed, so
that we can all see what we're talking about.
Suzy giggled again, but headed for her room, to get un-
dressed, anyway. Daddy stopped her. "No." He said. "Get
undressed right here, in front of everybody. If we're going to
discuss sex, we might as well all see each other doing it."
"Doing it?!" I gasped. "'You mean, we'll actually DO it?
Not just talk about it?"
Mother nodded, as Daddy replied. "Your mother and I dis-
cussed this last night." He said. "We figured that you kids
would be trying things out yourselves pretty soon. Especially,
if you're reading magazines like this one." He held up Mike's
magazine again. "So, we figured that if you're going to be doing
it, you might as well do it right! Also, we didn't want any of
you getting pregnant, or catching something, so we figured we'd
better teach you kids the right way. And the best way I know of,
is to do it."
By this time, everybody had completed getting undressed. I
looked at my siblings, with renewed interest. Their bodies
hadn't really interested me before, but with my new perspective,
and from looking at the magazine, I found new interest in my
little brother's swelling little cock, and my sisters' vaginas,
and developing breasts. I hear a gasp beside me from my sister,
Karen. My big sister was looking at Daddy. Our father's cock
was sticking out at her, and a clear liquid was dripping off the
end.
Daddy grinned at us. "That's the beginning." He said.
"We're all going to examine each other, so that you'll know what
it's all about. Karen, you seem to be interested in my cock, or
penis."
Karen blushed. "I'm sorry Daddy." She said. "I didn't
mean to stare."
"Don't be." Replied Daddy. "That's what this whole show is
about. If you're interested in my cock, just come over here, and
examine it!"
"'You mean it Daddy?" Asked Karen. At daddy's nod, my big
sister walked over to where our father was standing, and looked
at Daddy's cock.
"Can I look too, Daddy?" I asked.
Daddy nodded, and soon the two of us were examining our
father's cock. "It's much bigger than Mike's." I said.
Suzy spoke up. "What about us?" She asked.
"Yeah." Echoed Mike. "What about us?"
Mother spoke up. "Your father has about all I think he can
(cough cough) handle right now. Why don't you and Suzy examine
each other? Here. I'll show you, while Daddy shows your
sisters."
"Now this," Said Daddy. "is called a 'cock', or 'penis'.
All men have one, just like me, or Mike."
"Can I touch it?" I asked.
"You both can." He replied. "Suzy, you reach out and feel
your brother's."
Karen and I bumped into each other, as we both reached for
our father's penis. I let Karen go first. My big sister's hand
couldn't reach all the way around Daddy's cock.
It's so much bigger than Mike's." She repeated.
Daddy's eyes were closed, as he felt Karen's hand on his
cock. "Careful, Karen." He said. "Or I might cum. Let Tammy
feel it."
Obediently, Karen released Daddy's cock, and made room for
me. I reached out, and grabbed Daddy's cock with one hand, and
reached out and touched the clear liquid dripping from the end,
with the other. "What's this stuff Daddy?" I asked.
Daddy was panting, he seemed to be trying to hold something
back. "That's pre-cum." He said. "It's supposed to make my
cock slippery, so that I can slide it up easily, into a woman's
vagina."
"Oh?" I asked innocently. "Is it really slippery?" With
this, I ran my thumb around the head of my father's penis, enjoy-
ing the slippery feel of the liquid, as I smeared it around his
prick.
"Ooohh Shit!" Groaned Daddy. All of a sudden, Daddy's
penis began jumping in my hand. I looked closer. Suddenly, I
saw the little slit, in the middle of the swollen head of Daddy's
cock open, and a thick white liquid squirted out, and hit me
right in the face, running across my eye, and splattering down to
my chin. This surprised me, and made me grasp Daddy's cock even
harder. I opened my mouth, to ask Daddy what this white-stuff
was, when a second squirt came out, and went right into my open
mouth. I was about to spit it out, when Daddy's words reached my
ears.
"Oh Tammy!" He said "That's it! Take your Daddy's sperm
in your mouth. Let me see you swallowing your Daddy's cum."
I figured that Daddy wanted me to take this white-stuff in
my mouth, and since it didn't taste all that bad, I decided that
I didn't mind. I opened my mouth, and pointed Daddy's cock at
it. This time, the third squirt caught me in the back of the
throat, and I almost choked.
Gasping, I let go of Daddy's cock. When I recovered, I saw
that my big sister had taken over. Karen had not only pointed
Daddy's cock at herself, but had actually opened her mouth, and
taken Daddy's penis right inside. My sister had wrapped her lips
around our father's cock, and was actually sucking on it, while
Daddy sent squirt after thick sticky squirt of that white stuff
into his daughter's mouth. Karen didn't pull away. If anything,
my sister sucked even harder.
I ran my tongue around my mouth, tasting Daddy's "cum", as
he called it. Sticky, slightly sweet, but not bad, I decided. I
licked a couple of drops off of my lips, and then wiped the rest
of my face with my fingers. Not bad at all, I thought, beginning
to envy my big sister, who was still sucking on Daddy's cock. My
sister had swallowed over half of Daddy's cock, and I didn't see
how she had done it. Karen kept sliding her mouth on and off
Daddy's cock, somehow managing to get over half into her little
mouth.
"Can I have some?" I asked, plaintively.
Karen looked at me, a little guiltily, and took her mouth
off of our father's cock. There was only a little drop of white,
left slowly oozing from the tip, but I was about to lick it off,
when our mother stopped me.
"Let Suzy taste it." She said. "She should learn what it
tastes like too."
Karen and I both looked over at our little sister. Suzy had
been busily sucking on Mike's little cock at our mother's direc-
tion. Mike didn't seem to be able to "cum" like Daddy, so the
little girl came over, and licked the last drop of white stuff
off Daddy's cock. "I don't taste anything." She complained. A
second drop appeared, and Suzy licked that up also.
Daddy suddenly shuddered, and seemed to come to himself. He
took his suddenly shrinking cock from our little sister's hand
and said. "Here, Honey." With this, Daddy reached down and
stripped one last big dollop of cum onto Suzy's waiting tongue.
"Mmmm." Said Suzy. "That's better." As she licked the
last little drop of cum from the end of Daddy's now shrunken
prick. "I like it." She concluded.
"What was that white-stuff, Daddy?" I asked. "They show a
lot of it in that magazine. What's it for?"
"That's called 'cum'" Said our mother, who'd joined us.
Daddy seemed to be unable to talk for a moment. "Inside that
liquid, are millions of tiny things, that look like little tad-
poles, called sperm. A man squirts these little sperm inside a
woman, and one of them sometimes gets to a woman's egg, and that
how a baby starts to grow inside a woman."
My little sister Suzy started to giggle. "An egg!" She
said. "I don't have any eggs inside me!"
Mother smiled. "Yes, you do." She said. "They're not big
eggs, like a chicken's. In fact, they're so tiny, you couldn't
see one with your naked eye, but all women have them, and when a
man's sperm combines with a woman's egg, a baby starts to grow in
the woman.
We were all awed by this new information.
"Gee!" Said Karen. "Does that mean we're all going to have
babies? We each swallowed some of Daddy's sperm."
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