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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.



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     "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.


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     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.





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     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."


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     "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.
























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