It's now been about two months since I lost control and interrupted them in the middle of their nightly raping of my body. My kids and I have been having sex every day since, and it often takes more than once just to satisfy them. Sometimes they want me to cum for them over and over and over again. Well I can't do it, I tell ya! I just can't!

Sure, some days I feel like I could cum several times in a row in their sweet little mouths alone, but for the most part, four times a day, seven days a week is just too much! I'm only human for Pete's sake!

So I've been thinking about calling upon my brother for help. He had also been sexually abused by the same relatives that abused me, way back when we were just little boys. To the best of my knowledge, it left him as least as perverted as me. Or at least it seemed that way the last time I visited his house, before I got custody of my kids.

So you wanna know what it's like having two sex-crazed, tight-holed, sperm-addicted little children on your hands, do you? It's not all sweets and roses, you know. I wouldn't wanna disillusion ya.

I suggest you turn around now, and forget all about it!

Go back!

Last chance...

Oookay. Don't say I didn't warn ya.

CHAPTER TWO: SCHOOL PLAY

Jessica's school was putting on a little production, and all of the parents were invited. It consisted of kids from all the younger grades -kindergarten through second- and my little Jessie was gonna be in the background. (She had no lines, but that wasn't important.) I took the day off from work, bringing my son along with me. Big Mistake!

An hour into the play, my son started whispering loudly to me, aggra- vating the audience around us.

"Daddy, I'm thusty! I wanna do watuh fountin!"

(That's our secret code for letting me know he wants a hot mouthful of sperm.)

"Not now, Johnny! Maybe later."

"But I wanna do it now, Daddy! Pweeeease!".....(cont)