From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: The Facts of Life   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
         "YOU got us into this mess," reminded my wife.  "It's up to   
   YOU to tell her the truth, since it's YOUR fault she doesn't know   
   already."   
         Damn, I hate it when my wife is right.   
         "Now you go in there, in her room, and tell our little girl   
   the facts of life; and no more pussyfooting around," she said   
   firmly.  "With her wedding tomorrow, it's time and well past time   
   she knew."   
         "Yes, Dear."  Well, what else could I say?  When my wife is   
   right, she's right.  With Darlene marrying her cousin Jake   
   tomorrow, there just wouldn't BE any chances after this one.   
      
         Sometimes you like your little girl to remain innocent   
   forever; even though you know it can't be so.  Regretfully, I   
   started getting undressed.  No use putting this off forever.   
         As I arrived, naked, in her room, Darlene looked up from   
   where she was lying on the bed, playing with herself while   
   waiting for me.  Damn she looked cute.  I was going to miss her   
   and her sexy young body tremendously once she was out of the   
   house and off with her new husband.  The small bulge in her tummy   
   barely showed the coming child that had precipitated the hurried   
   wedding in the middle of February for the 13-year-old, instead of   
   waiting until June, or preferably until June of the following   
   year.  Still, babies come along when THEY want to.  That's why my   
   daughter needed to know the *real* facts of life, not the   
   misinformation that a little girl had.   
         Darlene's eyes lighted up when she saw my naked body.  "Ooh,   
   Daddy," she crooned.  "Is that for me?" she asked; looking   
   hopefully at my swollen and cum-engorged prick.  When I nodded in   
   confirmation, Darlene gave me a heart-melting smile, threw the   
   covers back, spread her legs, and invited me into bed with her,   
   like she has since she turned ten and had her first period.   
   Damn, I was going to miss my little girl; and from all   
   indications, Darlene was going to miss me, and me climbing into   
   bed with her, almost as much as I was.   
         We both moaned as my prick slid into her body.  Damn, does   
   it feel good to have your prick buried in the tight little baby-   
   tube of your own little girl ... and from all indications,   
   Darlene enjoyed feeling my swelling and cum-squirting prick   
   inside her tight little belly almost as much as I liked feeling   
   her squeezing young tunnel milking my penis for each precious   
   drop of baby-making cum I have in me, in a demonstration of   
   procreation and how babies are made that would pretty much be   
   impossible to duplicate in any other way.  Well ... How better to   
   teach a little girl how babies are made than by having her own   
   father demonstrate the process by climbing into her bed, slipping   
   his swollen meat up inside her tight little baby-hole, and   
   filling the child's womb with baby-making sperm?  Well ... OK, by   
   actually filling her smooth little tummy with your baby like I   
   had about four months earlier.   
         Talking about teaching the girl ... "Uh ... Honey?" I asked,   
   as the first aching squirts of incestuous semen jetted out of the   
   tip of my prick and into the warm wet depths of the little girl's   
   sucking vagina, where it would soon join the results of similar   
   sperm, where our little girl was now growing in the youngster's   
   womb.   
         "Yes, Daddy?"  Darlene worked back at me to get each   
   precious drop of fatherly seed deep inside her belly.  A crying   
   shame she had to leave and get married; but a baby needs a father   
   of its own; and Jake would make a good father to our little girl   
   and a good husband to mine.   
         "Your mother says it's time I told you the Facts of Life," I   
   grunted; while sending a last sticky gob of baby-goo squirting   
   into my daughter's belly.   
         "You mean ...?" asked Darlene; looking down at where my now   
   wilting penis vanished into the furry down just starting to   
   appear around the tight little hole squeezing so erotically on   
   her father's prick.  Damn, but it was a shame to spoil such   
   innocence; but my wife was right.  This was something I had to   
   do.   
         "Uhuh," I confirmed.  "There ain't no Santa Claus," I   
   informed Darlene; adding with regret, as the last thin drops of   
   incestuous seed oozed out of my prick and into her belly to join   
   the child we'd made a few months previously, "... and there ain't   
   no Easter Bunny either."   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)