Don't Tease
                         An Erotic Story

     "Don't tease your brother," I admonished Tammy, my youngest 
daughter.  The girl was flashing her big brother; lifting her 
skirt, and showing the older boy where she was sliding a hot-dog 
in and out of the swollen lips of her tight little cunny.
     "But Mike LIKES to watch me do it, Dad," objected the 
9-year-old; throwing a frown in my direction as she lowered her 
hands so the bottom of the short 7skirt now hid the sight of the 
wiener she had buried in her tight little slit.  The girl didn't 
need to hold the sausage inside herself with her hands, as her 
vaginal muscles were both young, supple, and strong enough to do 
so without digital assistance.  "So do you," she pouted.
     It was true.  Michael DID look disappointed as his little 
sister covered up the erotic sight of a pre-teen girl 
masturbating herself with the food the family would later eat.  
Even I was let down a little as the carnal sight was hidden from 
view.  That didn't stop Tammy from continuing to work the meat 
cylinder in and out of her body.  I don't think she COULD stop 
herself, until she got off.
     "It's not the LOOKING that's teasing your brother," I 
explained.  "It's showing him something he can't have, that does 
it."
     "Huh?"
     I sighed.  "Seeing you slide that hot-dog up inside you like 
that, makes your brother (and any adult male watching, for that 
matter) wish HE could be sliding HIS wiener up inside you, 
instead of that stupid hot-dog.  It's unfair to show off before 
your brother like that; teasing him with something he can't 
have."
     Again a, "Huh?" from both kids.  "Mikey can stick his 
'thing' up inside me any time he wants to," rebutted his little 
sister.  "He can even cum inside me if he wants to.  I don't 
mind; and he knows it too ... Don't you Mikey?"
     "Uhuh."  Michael nodded and slid closer to his little 
sister; unbuttoning himself as he did so.  "See Dad?" he 
explained; pulling the offending wiener from his little sister's 
body, and substituting the MUCH larger "sausage" attached to his 
groin.  There was an, "Oof," of surprise from Tammy; then just 
the normal squishing sounds of two youngsters having a very good 
time with each other, as my son's swollen prick vanished to the 
hilt in the little girl's body.  "After all," added the younger 
child as an afterthought, "It isn't as if Mikey could get me 
pregnant, you know."
     "I can do better than THAT," commented a voice at my 
shoulder, as the two siblings' older sister peeked past me at the 
mating duo.  I was more surprised at the older girl being in the 
room or even house at all, than when I noticed she was completely 
naked.  However, what REALLY drew my eyes to the budding 
teenager, was the "hot dog" the girl was carrying.
     Unlike the tiny six-inch wiener their brother had put aside 
in favor of a much more "intimate" tool of his own, my 13 year 
old was carrying a piece of bologna that was over TWICE as long 
as my prick ... and approximately the same diameter.


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     Well, I could describe my surprise when the seventh-grader 
slid this monster sausage down between her legs and then INSERTED 
the piece of meat inside her until fully half of it had vanished 
into the hole between her legs ... but it wouldn't begin to 
describe the reality.  Here I had SUPPOSED both of the girls (and 
their brother too) were virgins.  To see that big thing slide 
into the vagina that all-too-often I had dreamed about myself ... 
and then felt guilty about afterward.  Well, surprise doesn't 
describe what I felt.
     However, my prick felt like it had grown almost to the 15 or 
16 inches in length that the bologna was.  It just ACHED to 
replace the piece of meat like Mike had replaced the hot-dog 
their little sister had been using.
     As to the lewdly coupled duo ... "Ha," sniffed Tammy; taking 
in the sight of her older sister's vagina stuffed with at least 
eight inches of sausage.  "I can do that!" she belittled.  "Heck, 
Mikey is almost THAT big."  Looking at the older boy's prick 
where it vanished into my little girl's body, then reappeared, 
streaked with white juices, I had little doubt she could.  My 
son's prick was almost as big as mine ... almost.
     "Ha, yourself," retorted the older girl.  "THIS wasn't what 
I was referring to," she explained; wriggling the hung of meat 
inside her body by way of explanation.  "I'm just getting it 
slippery, first."
     Three wide-eyed stares followed the teenager, as my eldest 
child withdrew the 16-inch (or was it 18, or even 20 inch?) 
sausage from within the sucking wet heat of her tight little 
vagina ... where my prick SO ached to go and replace it.  Then, 
taking the bologna in one hand, the girl said, "Let's see any of 
you guys try THIS," just before she was unable to say anything at 
all.
     Yes, Tanya was taking the end of the enormous length of 
bologna into her mouth; tilting her head back like a sword-
swallower as inch after obscene inch slowly vanished.  I couldn't 
believe it, as over half the enormous sausages slowly slid into 
my daughter's mouth, and then down her throat.  My prick just 
ACHED; wishing IT was inside the girl ... somewhere, anywhere 
inside her body.  Inside her tight little cunny, like the sausage 
had been.  Down her eagerly working throat, and past her tongue.  
Even up her even tighter little ass; though that would be a last 
resort.  My prick just HAD to explode thick sticky semen into one 
of my daughters; even though before that minute I had never 
dreamed of fucking either one.  After all, they were my 
DAUGHTERS.
     Right then, my prick ... and I ... didn't really CARE any 
more.  They were BOTH very sexy and eager young girls, who very 
obviously knew what sex was about.  The rising pants and grunts 
of the two mating siblings on the floor just emphasized that.
     My attention yanked BACK to the older girl, from where my 
son was almost ready to jerk his seed into the younger girl's 
womb, by the surprised look on the child's face.






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     Astonishingly, even when long PAST the point where she would 
have completely swallowed my 7-inches of proud prick if she'd 
been sucking on me, (At that moment it felt at least NINE inches 
long, and very well might have been.) Tanya had continued until 
only an inch or two remained outside her body ... Well more than 
12 inches MUST have been down the girl's throat!  But then ... 
Pushing with her finger, Tanya slowly forced the remaining 
bologna ... almost as much as my whole prick ... into her mouth, 
and then down her throat!  Closing her teeth, and then giving a 
forced swallow or two, Tanya finally straightened her head back 
to normal, gave a gasping gulp to catch her breath, and then 
croaked, "Top THAT, Little Sister."
     Tammy didn't even try to.  "Wow!" she commented, before her 
attention was taken by her big brother's rising orgasm.  I 
watched as the boy suddenly jerked between the little girl's 
legs; and then jetted his seed in thick white squirts into the 
child's tummy; splashing his sister's uterus with gooey gobs of 
incestuous seed, just teeming with millions of sperm all eagerly 
seeking one of his sibling's ripening eggs.  One, two, and then 
three grunts announced the delivery of his sperm into the little 
girl's belly, before he collapsed like a punctured balloon, once 
his prick had finished it's job of trying to impregnate a fertile 
young female ... even if that female was his own sister.  Each 
jerk of Mike's body into Tanya was echoed by a matching ripple of 
the child's flat little tummy, as Tammy milked her big brother's 
prick; doing her best to reproduce with her own big brother.
     "If you think THAT is something," croaked Tanya; her voice 
still strained by the enormous piece of bologna inside her, "wait 
until you see what's NEXT."
     Oh God.
     "It's not NICE to tease your father like that, you know," my 
wife's soft voice interrupted this pastoral scene of sibling sex 
and deep-throat demonstration.  "He's only human."
     "I'm NOT teasing Daddy," replied Tanya; her voice still 
strained.  "See?"
     I looked down as a wet, warm, incredibly smooth and tight 
SOMETHING surrounded the head of my prick and slid down.  
Somehow, while I had been ogling the mad coupling of her two 
siblings, Tanya had unbuttoned my pants and directed my swollen 
prick into the crease between her legs.  Before I realized fully 
what was happening, I was on the floor and fucking my eldest 
daughter like I hadn't even fucked my wife since the times we 
"made out" in her parent's attic; trying to get off without the 
two older people knowing.  (Fat chance.)
     "So THAT is the stuff that makes babies," quietly commented 
Tammy; looking down at the river of white cum oozing out of her 
abused little slit, as Michael's prick wilted and finally slid 
out.
     "Uhuh," groaned the older boy; too worn out from depositing 
his seed in the child's body to worry about the possible 
consequences.
     Oh God (again).





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     "Do it, Daddy.  Shoot your baby-stuff in me, like Mikey did 
Tammy," whined Tanya; bucking against me; her flat little belly 
rippling against mine, while her tight little tunnel milked 
desperately on my prick.  The sensation was almost overwhelming.  
"Cum in me.  Cum in me.  Cum in me.  I want to FEEL it."
     "Oh.  OH ... OH SHIT! I'm gonna ...."  I bit my tongue, and 
barely held out against following my son's example and filling 
the older girl's womb as full of incestuous seed as the boy had 
filled his little sister's.
     "Don't TEASE the girl, Mike!" my wife sharply reproved me.  
"It isn't FAIR.  You know that."
     "Please, Daddy?" whined and somewhat croaked the teenager.  
At thirteen, nubile and ovulating regularly, the youngster was I 
knew about as fertile as a woman could be.  Still, I couldn't 
resist both her AND my wife at the same time.  Besides, Tanya had 
wrapped her legs around my body, and there was only ONE place 
this rusty load was going to go ... up inside hers, where it 
belonged.  Yes, I did it.  With an aching HEAVE, I jerked myself 
into my little girl's body, and let her have every drop of 
incestuous cum I had been building up over the last hour or so.  
Jet after sticky jet, and squirt after thick gooey squirt slid 
out of the head of my penis and into the heaving and fertile 
young body of my daughter.  Gush after gush and surge after surge 
of thick white goo rippled through the tube on the base of my 
penis, up into the head, and then on into the welcoming belly of 
my own child; as my prick performed it's assigned duty of 
delivering sperm as close as possible to the uterus and womb of a 
fertile young female as it could.  That the belly that would be 
swelling if that sperm took root, was the result of a similar 
mating of sperm and egg from me not 14 years earlier, had nothing 
to do with the result.  Tanya needed it, and I gave it to her.
     It was only when my prick was starting to wilt, that the 
guilt hit me.  Oh God.  Even if my wife DIDN'T kill me for 
filling our child's womb with my baby, it still wasn't something 
a man was supposed to do.  Still ... If given half a chance, I 
knew damned good and well I'd do it again.  From my daughter's 
satiated and happy look, along with the horny and greedy look on 
my wife's face, I knew I was going to have more than half a 
chance.
     Even Heaven must have it's limits.  My prick was finally 
wilting inside Tanya; and I knew we were going to make a far 
bigger mess than even Mike and Tammy had.  At my age I could 
produce probably three or four times what a preteen boy could; 
though that wouldn't be for long.  "Oh God," I groaned.  "We'd 
better get a towel before ...."
     Sherrie suddenly left for the bathroom; only to be stopped 
by our daughter's frantic waving to, "Wait!"
     What the?
     Tilting her head back, the girl suddenly gave a couple of 
gurgling gulps, a ripple of her stomach that somehow squeezed two 
more drops of thick white cum out of me and into her, and 
then ... And then the end of the bologna sausage appeared in her 
mouth as she UN-swallowed the enormous piece of meat much faster 
than ever she swallowed it in the first place!



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     "Here," she grunted; her voice suddenly husky and much more 
normal.  "THIS will hold it until I get to the bathroom," she 
explained; forcing the end of the bologna into her sopping cunny 
as my wilting prick was also forced OUT.
     Only a little of the enormous quantities of thick white ooze 
I knew was trapped inside my little girl's body escaped to make a 
mess on the floor.  "THERE," she said in satisfaction, as she 
stumbled to her feet; the remainder of the bologna sticking out 
like the oversized schlong on some porno she-male.
     "NEXT time, it's MY turn to have Daddy squirt his baby-stuff 
up inside me," announced her little sister.  Tanya just nodded in 
acceptance; seeming to have expected this.  "You can have Mikey, 
next time.  "Watching you two was just teasing," she added; 
silencing any objection I might have made.
     "Now girls, remember what I told you both," spoke up their 
mother.  "Whenever you FINISH using the hot-dogs, REMEMBER to put 
them back in the refrigerator, so they don't spoil, and can't be 
eaten.  We don't want them going to waste, you know."
     "Yes, Momma."
     WHY was my prick suddenly hard as a brick, all over again?





































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