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Teaching Judy
An Erotic Story
"See Judy," I said; looking down at where the cum-dribbling
head of my swollen penis had vanished into the tight little hole
between my 12-year-old daughter's legs, "I told you it would
fit." The tight ring of the child's vagina spasming around my
prick almost had me filling the little girl's body full of
incestuous sperm before I even got properly inside her.
"Oh!" said the little girl in surprise, as she felt the head
of my prick slip inside her. Then, as she felt me slowly pushing
in and out; slowly working by fractional inches to get even more
cock buried inside her, "Is this really how you make a baby,
Daddy?"
"Uhuh," I said. By now I had almost a third of my thick
prick buried in my little girl's body. Something was blocking my
way of getting farther inside her. "Only I've got to get it all
the way up inside you," I said, "if you're really going to get
pregnant when I squirt my sperm inside you."
"Do you HAVE to Daddy?" she asked, plaintively. Judy didn't
pull away though; even though I could tell from her winces that
it hurt a little, each time I pushed a little harder at her
virginity. When I nodded, the little girl braced herself, and
said, "It's OK, Daddy, I don't mind."
At her acquiescence, I grabbed my daughter by the hips and
shoved hard. There was a moment's hesitation; and I felt an
inner ring split around the head of my prick; before two more
inches slid into my daughter's body.
"Ow!" said Judy, but still didn't pull away. I was proud of
my little girl. Judy was the first virgin I ever fucked; but I
knew it must hurt her more than she wanted to admit; as tears
started rolling down her cute little face, while I rested with
2/3 of my penis inside her. "Is that it, Daddy?" she finally
asked; looking down at where her father's fat prick was splitting
her tight little cunny; once she got used to having me inside
her.
"No," I said. "There's still more. But this won't hurt
like that did; you'll just feel a little stuffed, OK?"
"OK, Daddy." Judy sniffled a little, then bravely pushed
back, while I pushed in. One inch, and then another slid into my
daughter's body, until her cunny lips were splayed around the
base of my prick, and I knew my penis was leaking pre-cum and
sperm into my little girl's womb. "Are we 'doing it' now?" she
asked.
"Uhuh," I said; sliding out about an inch; then sliding back
in until once again I felt the little girl's cervix bumping
against the head of my prick. "THIS is how you make a baby," I
told her. "In a minute, Daddy is going to squirt his sperm
inside you, so you'll know what it's like to make a baby . . .
OK?"
"OK, Daddy," sniffled the little girl. "If you say so . . .
What's sperm?" By now Judy was actually pushing back at me, as I
slid first two, then three inches of thick prick in and out of
her tight little hole.
1
"Sperm," I said; enjoying the exquisite feel of my
daughter's vagina sliding on and off my prick, "are little tiny
things your father makes in a white liquid that comes out of his
penis, and goes into a girl, so she can have a baby. In a
minute, Daddy's going to squirt a lot of that white stuff right
up inside you, so you'll know what it feels like."
"Oh," said Judy. "Are you really going to make a baby in me
Daddy?"
"Of course," I said, as if it was the most normal thing in
the world for a man to impregnate his own 12-year-old daughter.
"How else are you going to learn what it feels like to have a
baby, unless I do?" I asked her, as if it was the most reasonable
question in the world. "Your mother told you I was supposed to
teach you about sex, and where babies come from, didn't she?"
"Well yes but," said Judy. For all of her being slightly
unsure about the propriety of having her own father plant a baby
in her cute little tummy, my little girl was starting to work
just as hard as I was to force more and more of my thick prick up
inside her hot little hole. I ran my hands up and down my
daughter's body; massaging her breasts, and reveling in the
silky-smooth feel of the little girl's skin, when I felt her
smoothly rounded young tummy. Judy worked herself into my
caresses; enjoying the feel of my calloused hand stroking her
skin almost as much as I did. By now my daughter had started to
push back at me, each time I slid my prick all the way inside
her. I knew the little girl was beginning to really like the
feel of a man's prick stretching her tight little cunny, and
after this first time, Judy would probably be coming to ME asking
for repeats.
"Well," I said; chopping off her objections, "what better
way to learn how babies are made, than by making one?" When Judy
didn't reply; just sighing as she felt my prick grow even thicker
inside her tight little cunny, I knew I was home free.
"In a minute," I said; repeating my earlier warning, "Daddy
is going to squirt the white stuff that makes babies right up
inside your tummy, so you can feel what it's like to have a baby
of your own. OK?"
"OK, Daddy, if you say so." By now Judy was panting, and
her eyes were closed, as the little girl got closer and closer to
something entirely new to her.
"So," I said; fighting back the urge to splatter my child's
womb with hot sticky seed, before she knew what the nicest part
of sex was, "when you feel Daddy squirting in you, I want you to
squeeze my penis as hard as you can with your vagina . . . that
way you'll get more of my sperm up inside you, and there'll be a
better chance that we actually succeed, and make a baby in that
cute little tummy of yours."
"Uh . . . Uh!" grunted the little girl, as she started
working even harder to get my prick up inside her. I tried
everything I could to keep from cumming. I wanted Judy to have
her first orgasm with a man's thick prick filling her womb with
incestuous cum, NOT on her (or my) finger afterwards. I recited
multiplication-tables . . . I imagined shit in the road . . . I
tried my best NOT to remember it was my own little girl straining
for orgasm around my prick.
2
I put everything I had ever learned about having sex and
control into NOT cumming. I knew I was losing it. I felt a weak
spurt of sperm leave my prick, and knew if I relaxed for just a
second, I would be filling the child's womb with her own father's
baby, without her ever getting off. I was losing it! . . . Oh
SHEEiiit!
Only Judy beat me to it. With a wail that it's a wonder the
little girl's mother didn't hear, Judy locked her ankles around
my back, and slid her clasping little cunny on and off my prick
so fast it's a wonder we both didn't get skin-burns. Only the
sperm I had already left inside her, and her own arousal left
Judy too wet and slippery inside for us to get hurt . . . thank
goodness.
You might think that having my little girl go into orgasm
while I was right on the hairy-edge of filling her tight little
vagina with my seed, would certainly put me over the edge. Only
it had the opposite effect. The tight squeezes of my daughter's
tight little hole were almost painful on my prick, and knowing
the little girl was having her first orgasm with a man inside her
was too interesting to me. The urge slowed in my prick, but I
remained hard and let the little girl enjoy herself.
Only when Judy had slowed down, and was just working herself
on and off my prick in a somewhat dreamy state, did I start
working for MY release. Thankfully it didn't take too long; as
sometimes after holding back like that would keep me from getting
off for hours. This time, it was only two minutes.
"Unh, Ugh," I panted. "Here it comes Judy," I groaned; as
I felt the first thin trickle of seed squirt out of my penis and
into the warm welcoming young belly of my little girl. The first
trickle was almost immediately followed by a flood of thick white
cum, as I did my best to breed my own daughter. "Daddy's making
a baby in that cute little tummy of yours," I gasped, as I
reveled in the wonderfully erotic sensation of thick hot sperm
rippling though the tube on the bottom of my prick, before being
injected in the tight little sleeve of the sexiest little girl in
the whole world.
"Oh Daddy, do it," she groaned in response. I guess the
thought of having her own father's baby was almost as exiting to
my daughter, as it was to me. "Make a baby in my tummy, just
like you do in Momma," she said.
That erotic thought was too much. I shook and spasmed
inside my little girl's hole, until my balls ached from trying to
piss more sperm inside the child that I didn't have. Finally my
prick wilted; long after it had left every drop of seed I had, as
far up in my daughter's tight little slit as it would go.
"There," I said finally, as my wilted prick slid out of the
child with an obscene "slurp", to be followed by a river of thick
white cream that showed just how much seed I had planted in the
little girl's body, "now THAT is how babies are made; OK."
"OK, Daddy," she sighed; seemingly just as sexually wrung
out as I was. "Does that mean I'm going to have a baby now?" she
asked.
3
I couldn't resist the temptation. "Possibly," I said, "but
not likely. Usually, the man has to do it quite a few times,
before they get lucky, and his baby starts to grow inside her
tummy. We'll probably have to 'practice' quite a few times,
before you get it right. OK?"
"Oh," she said.
"Even if you do," I continued; greatly daring, but also
looking ahead to the future, "we'll probably want to keep on
doing this anyway . . . even after you have a baby. After all, I
don't want you to get out of practice, once you learn how." I
almost couldn't believe I heard those words come out of my own
mouth. I waited breathlessly, to see if my daughter had bought
it.
"OK, Daddy," she replied; as if it didn't make any
difference either way, with her. Still, I could tell my daughter
was almost as interested in having me "practice making a baby in
her" as I was. I almost giggled to myself at the obscene idea,
as we cleaned up. Then, I told Judy to be ready to "practice"
each night, before she went to bed, starting tonight. That way,
my sperm would soak into her womb during the night, and she would
have a better chance of getting pregnant with my baby.
Judy just nodded, as if she expected it.
"Well, did you?" asked my wife suspiciously. Marsha had
palmed the job of teaching our daughters about sex off on me, as
she was just too "shy and embarrassed" about such things, to talk
sex with her own daughter. Right now, she wanted to know if I
had fallen down on the job too.
"I taught her some of it," I sighed, as if it had been an
onerous chore. (Tiring it had been; onerous, no.) "But there's
still a lot she has to learn. I'll probably have to keep on
teaching her for quite a while, until she learns it right. OK?"
"Hmmph," said my wife, "Better you, than me."
I had to agree. "So for a while," I said, "I'll be giving
Judy lessons every night, before she goes to bed." I thought a
bit, then added; greatly daring, "If you want to help me show her
some of the parts about women, then you could help too."
"If you think I am going to bare my body in front of our
daughter and teach her about sex, you're out of your mind," said
my wife. "YOU can do it with YOUR body, if you want," she
snickered at the thought, "but don't count ME in. If you need to
show her how various parts of the female body work, then use HER
body, not mine! After all, she's a woman too, you know."
"Yes Dear," I said. THIS set of instructions I was going to
follow to the letter.
"Just don't disturb ME, when you do it," she said. "I'll be
at the other end of the house, so don't bother me, OK?" MY wife
waited for my nod to continue, "And John? . . . Make sure you
teach her where babies come from, and how they are made. We
don't want our daughter getting pregnant by accident, or because
she doesn't know what's happening. So I want you to make sure
Judy knows exactly what happens, and how it's done."
"Yes Dear," I said; barely suppressing a smirk. "I've
started doing that already, and will be teaching her some more
tonight."
4
"See that you do," said Marsha. "And make sure that I don't
have to listen in, while you do, OK?"
"Yes Dear." I couldn't believe my wife had made things that
easy for me. If she only knew . . .
I was just about to head back to my room; grinning happily
now that my wife had just made it incredibly easy for me to fuck
and suck our sexy young daughter without her even knowing it. If
(when) our little girl got pregnant, I would face that problem
then. If I was lucky, in about two years our second daughter
would be old enough for me to teach her, "How to make a baby"
with her own father. Marsha stopped me.
"John?" she said, just as I was about to leave.
"Uh?" I said. I knew my wife was about to add the
"kicker." I had been married to Marsha long enough to know that
she always had one last instruction, that usually was more
trouble than all the earlier ones. I wondered what ELSE she
wanted to say . . . Jennifer was still too young yet, so it
couldn't be that . . . It wasn't . . . quite.
"Judy's period was just last week," she said; picking up her
paper and leaving, "so you've only got a week or so, if you're
intending to get that little girl pregnant before Christmas . . .
If I were you, I wouldn't be waiting until tonight." My wife's
voice came trailing back to me, as she vanished into the other
room. "If you really TRY, maybe you can father two or possibly
even three kids on Judy over the next couple of years, so her
little sister can see what's going to happen to HER, when it's
time for you to teach Jennifer, 'How to make a baby with Daddy.'
You realize you don't have a lot of time to spare; as Judy had
her first period when she was just a few months older than Jenny
is now."
My mouth was gaping, as Marsha left without waiting for a
response. Which was good, because for once I didn't have a thing
to say.
5
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