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 Teen Breed Week

   by sourdough

   ------ Synopsis: A father fights a losing battle against powerful
forces.
Codes: Mf no-sex reluc inc fath dau het preg

   PRESS RELEASE

   FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE TO ALL MEDIA OUTLETS FROM: BREEDAMERICA SUBJECT:
NATIONAL TEEN BREED WEEK

   National Teen Breed Week is fast approaching.  Young teenagers
throughout the country are enthusiastic about the upcoming celebrations. 
Countless young people are giving up bad habits such as smoking, drinking
and drugs in order to improve their chances of conceiving, having
problem-free pregnancies and healthy babies.  They are also improving their
diets and exercising more.  Sales of condoms and other birth control
devices are plummeting.  Young women are dumping their oral contraceptives
or neglecting to refill their prescriptions.  A good sign, indeed.

   Girls too shy to ask a strange boy to be the father of her child are
being encouraged to ask a close male relative to fill in.  An informal
survey found that an overwhelming number of American males would respond
favorably if their daughters or sisters requested their assistance in being
impregnated.

   We also have a national network of volunteer breeders made up of all
races and a wide variety of ethnic backgrounds for that someone who wants a
special look for her child.  We have a toll-free 24 hour hotline (800
555-BREEDME) for anyone wishing to take advantage of this free service.

   National Teen Breed Week was developed by a group of concerned
individuals who were worried that many young Americans were waiting too
long to discover the joys of parenthood.  If promoted properly, this group
knew our teenagers would respond positively by breeding earlier and more
often.  A side benefit would be the reversal in the trend of an aging
America.  The initial response has been gratifying.

   If this celebration proceeds as hoped, there will be quite a few new
U.S. citizens next autumn.  We are already working with the President and
Congress to have National Teen Breed Week fixed at the second week in
January and proclaimed as an annual event in perpetuity.

   We don't want young girls to despair if they don't conceive this first
time out.  We want them to carry with them the spirit of National Teen
Breed Week throughout the year and keep trying to get pregnant.  We'll
always be around to provide moral support.

   If you would like additional information or a press kit, please log onto
our web site at www.breedamerica.com.  BreedAmerica is grateful for the
generous support of the American Association of Obstetricians and
Gynecologists and by the Infant and Child -Care Products Industry.



   ------

   Bill Powell shook his head in disgust.  Another one of those Teen Breed
Week commercials had just aired on the TV.

   Goddamned bunch of perverts Bill thought.  This group was trying to do
what the communists had tried and failed at, the destruction of American
society.  Naturally, every right-thinking person had tried to stop them but
those bleeding hearts at the ACLU filed suit for those bastards and won on
first amendment free speech grounds.

   Bill Powell hated people who hid behind the first amendment.  Of course,
Bill was a great supporter of free speech.  It was one of the bulwarks of
our great democracy.  But Bill felt strongly that constitutional
protections shouldn't be extended to people he didn't agree with.  It was a
sad day in America when just anyone could say or write what he pleased.

   "Hi, Daddy.  Whatcha watchin'?"

   Bill looked up to see his daughter Betsy walking into the den.  He was
sure glad Betsy hadn't seen that commercial.  It was totally disgusting! 
Bill wondered if she'd seen any of these ads when he and his wife Martha
weren't around.  It was so hard to protect children these days.

   "Nothing much, honey," Bill answered.  "Just killing time."

   Betsy sat down next to her dad and stared at the screen for a while. 
Bill Powell's daughter was the light of his life.  She was just twelve
years old but already on the brink of womanhood.  At five feet five inches
and 110 pounds Betsy had the shape that much older girls and even women
would be envious of.  She had shoulder length dark brown hair that framed a
peaches and cream complexion highlighted by hazel eyes and ruby lips. 
Betsy had an outgoing personality that instantly won friendships wherever
she went.  The doting father had to accept the fact that his daughter was
no budding genius but she sure could cook up a storm.  Bill was very proud
of her.  He would kill anyone who ever dared to harm a hair on her pretty
head.

   "Daddy?"

   "Hmm?"

   "Have you heard of this Teen Breed Week?"

   Bill felt his blood pressure take a jump.  So, Betsy hadn't been spared
from this obscenity.  Rather than exploding in anger as was his habit, Bill
decided to speak as reasonably as he could about this situation.  He
thought that his daughter was probably pretty upset about it and he didn't
want to upset her even more.

   "Yes," he said cautiously.  "What about it?"

   "Well, I just wanted to know what you thought of it and of the kids
doing it."

   "You know, I think it's very, very wrong," Bill declared.  "And I think
the kids participating are being very foolish.  Do you know any kids
involved in this craziness?"

   "I sure do.  Lots of them."

   "Let's just hope they come to their senses real quick before they do
something they'll regret.  Having children is no joke and having them out
of wedlock is just plain insanity.  You wouldn't do anything like that,
would you?"

   "Of course I would."

   "What!"

   "I was just kidding," Betsy said giggling.  She crawled up and sat on
her father's lap.  "It would have to be with someone I really loved. 
Someone like you." Betsy put her arm around Bill's neck and kissed him on
the cheek.

   Bill breathed a sigh of relief.  She was just kidding.  He returned her
kiss on the cheek with one of his own.  Betsy was such a sweet child and so
well behaved.  The father's heart swelled with love whenever his daughter
cuddled with him like this.  Gosh, it seemed like it was just yesterday
when all of her fit into the crook of his arm.  Now look at her Bill
thought.  Betsy's shapely legs seemed extra long in the short dress she was
wearing.  It's hem ended at her upper thighs.  He was sure glad she was
just wearing it around the house.

   "Honey, the man you marry is going to a very lucky guy."

   "Thanks, Daddy but that seems such a long way off.  I just want to have
fun until then.  Why did you even bring it up?"

   "Well, it's just that with this Teen Breed Week and all, a bunch of kids
are going to have babies before they're ready for the responsibility of
raising them.  I just don't want you to be influenced by all the
advertising these crazy people are putting out.  You know, men don't want
to raise another guy's child.  They just want to raise their own so there's
going to be a big increase in single mothers out there."

   "Oh, Daddy.  The man I marry will have to accept me as I am and that
includes any children I have before I marry him.  Even if it's a dozen of
them."

   "I don't think you get the point, baby.  Like I said, a man might not...
"

   "I see your point, Daddy.  But I know a lot of kids whose real daddies
aren't supporting them so there goes your argument." Betsy smiled sweetly
at her daddy.  Bill didn't have the heart to argue with her.  Well, she did
have a point.  There were a lot of irresponsible fathers in the world who
refused to live up to their obligations.

   "Besides," Betsy added.  "I wouldn't ask anyone but you, Daddy."

   "Well, then it's a moot point because I'd refuse anyway."

   "What does moot mean?"

   "It means we're just discussing something for discussion's sake and
nothing is really going to happen."

   "Oh.  Then I guess I'd have to go with the second choice for the father
of my baby."

   "What do you mean by second choice?" Bill was starting to get nervous
again.  "I thought you said I'd be the only one you'd ask."

   "I guess I should have said that I'd ask you first."

   "Listen, young lady.  I don't want you asking anyone to make a baby with
you.  And that includes me.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes, Daddy."

   Bill started to fume.  "What makes you think that I'd want to do
anything like that anyway?"

   "Because your wiener got harder when we started to talk about it."

   In a panic Bill pushed Betsy off his lap and on to the couch where she
landed with a bounce.

   "Ow!  You hurt me, Daddy." Betsy gave her father a baleful look.  It
looked like she was about to cry.

   Bill Powell was totally embarrassed.  "I'm sorry, sweetheart.  You just
kind of took me by surprise.  This is the first time something like this
has ever happened and I swear it'll be the last."

   "Now you're fibbing, Daddy," Betsy declared.  "Your wiener gets hard
every time I sit on your lap and it's been happening for as long as I can
remember."

   Humiliation was added to embarrassment.  The child was right.  Bill had
allowed himself to be sexually excited by his own daughter's body.  Bill
felt so stupid.  It was naïve to think Betsy wouldn't realize her father
was a total pervert.

   "Will you please stop calling it my wiener?" Now Bill looked like he was
about to cry.  He felt like his life was coming apart at the seams.

   "Can I call it your thingy?"

   "Please don't call it anything at all.  Don't even mention it at all. 
Please!"

   "Poor Daddy." Betsy put a hand on Bill's thigh and gave him a comforting
pat.  Betsy's hand was anything but comforting to Bill.  It was
uncomfortably close to his thingy, er prick.  The distraught father looked
down and saw a tiny wet spot on his trousers.  Oh my god, he thought.  He
had gotten so excited there was a pre-cum stain for Betsy to see.

   "Let's talk later, honey.  I'm not feeling so good."

   "But I'm not through discussing," Betsy insisted.  She climbed back up
on father's lap making sure the back of one thigh was draped across his
prick.  "Now don't push me off again.  If you do I promise I'll never sit
on your lap again."

   Bill gritted his teeth.  There was a real possibility of cumming in his
trousers if Betsy kept this up.  "Why are you doing this, honey?"

   "Because I love you, Daddy." Betsy kissed her father again, this time on
the lips and lingering for a while.  This was anything but a childish
smooch.  Bill was sorely tempted to push Betsy away again but the emotional
blackmail worked and he didn't make a move.  "Gosh, Daddy.  Your heart is
beating like crazy.  Feel mine." She took Bill's unresisting hand and put
it against her chest then let it back down making sure he had a nice feel
of her tits as it descended.

   "34B," Betsy whispered.

   "Huh?"

   "34B," she repeated.  "That's my bra size.  Mom says I'm bound to get
bigger," the girl added proudly.

   "Betsy.  Honey.  A father and daughter can't do what you're suggesting.
It's not legal and it's not moral." Bill began to weaken.  He wanted to
give his little girl what she wanted but he thought the guilt would
probably kill him.  Hell, his high blood pressure would likely do the job
if he didn't calm down soon.

   "Okay, Dad," Betsy said.  "Let me know if you change your mind."

   "Uh, Betsy?"

   "Yeah, Dad?"

   "Who's your second choice anyway?"

   "Charlie."

   "Charlie?  Your brother?"

   "Well, yeah.  I wanted someone I love almost as much as I love you and
that was Charlie."

   "You haven't discussed this with him, have you?"

   "I mentioned the possibility to him if you refused but he said no too."

   "That's good.  I've never given your brother much credit for common
sense but this time he was right to refuse you." If my son can refuse then
I can too Bill thought.

   "It's just that he already has a partner and that he was afraid he might
hurt me.  You see, he has an eight and half inch wiener and it's real thick
around."

   This time Bill couldn't hold back his anger.  He jumped up and Betsy
went flying again.

   "Daddy!  I told you not to do that!"

   "I don't care!  Has he been showing it to you?"

   "No," Betsy whined.  "Mom told me."

   "Your Mom?  What does she have to do with this?"

   "She's going to have Charlie's baby but I wasn't supposed to tell you.
Mom said I should practice with you before graduating to a bigger prick."

   "Has my entire family gone crazy?" Bill screamed.  "How long has this
been going on?"

   "Only since last Sunday," Betsy replied.

   "What happened last Sunday?"

   "I'll tell you if you stop yelling and calm down."

   Bill paced up and down the floor.  His mind was brimming with evil
thoughts.  If his wife and son were home now...

   "Okay.  I'm calm, Betsy," Bill said after a while although he really
didn't feel that way.  "Please tell me everything."

   "Well, last Sunday we had a visiting minister speaking to us." Bill
didn't attend church much.  He let Martha attend to the children's
religious education.

   "Please continue," Bill prompted.

   "He said Teen Breed Week was the devil's work.  The blacks and Mexicans
think it's a good idea and they will have even more babies.  Soon the
country will be flooded with colored babies."

   Betsy was getting excited in the telling of the tale and her father was
getting excited in the listening.  He intuitively knew it was something
like that.  Of course, this thinking wasn't politically correct.  He'd be
branded a racist and fired from his job if he ever expressed that opinion
aloud.  Bill wondered how the minister got away with it.

   "Then he said the blacks and Mexicans will come looking for white girls
to rape and make us have their babies." There were tears in Betsy's eyes.

   "No!" Bill shouted.  The white race graciously allows the blacks and
Mexicans into the country to work and this is how they repay the kindness.

   "Daddy?  Will you still love me when I'm pregnant with a black man's
baby?"

   Bill Powell looked down tenderly into his daughter's eyes.  "That won't
happen, sweetheart," he declared.

   "But how can you prevent it, Daddy?"

   "Daddy's going to prevent it by giving you one of his own babies right
now." He knelt down beside his daughter, reached under her dress and
lowered her panties.  Betsy stepped out of the panties and then lowered
herself down to the carpeted floor.  Now that she knew she was about to be
fucked Betsy was kind of nervous.

   "Will it hurt, Daddy?"

   "At first it will, Betsy.  You've made me very excited and I'm not sure
how long I'll last but I'll make it up to you.  I'll fuck you every day
until the baby comes and it'll become better and better each time.  Then
when you're ready I'll fuck another baby into you."

   "I love you, Daddy."

   "I love you, baby."

   Bill lowered his trousers and displayed his prick to Betsy for the first
time.  He was a little disconcerted when he found out Charlie was hung but
Bill realized quality could beat out size every time.  He would just have
to make it as good for Betsy as promised.  Then she would always come back
to her dad when she needed a prick and ignore her big brother.  Bill's
prick slid easily into Betsy's well-lubed cunt and broke her hymen easily.

   As he bent to the task of impregnating his daughter Bill realized that
the minister's words were all hysterical bullshit.  He didn't care. 
Tonight he would email Teen Breed Week and tell them what a great job they
were doing and pledge a nice donation.
   ------ The End ------