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Grandpa's little Fuck-Toy (Mf, incest, cons, pedo, preg)
by Frank McCoy <mccoyf@millcomm.com>
Date: 5/27/99
Before we get to discussing Judy, there's something I think
you ought to know.
Uhuh. It's important, and besides, it's something you
always wanted to know anyway. Yeah, that. This'll take a while,
so sit down, and I'll tell you.
You know how you've always been bugging me, to find out my
"real" age? Uhuh. I know you never believed me when I told you
I was 14, when we met. After all, what girl of 14 has the sexual
experience I had . . . not to mention an ass and boobs that few
20-year-olds have. So, you figured I was lying. Most women DO
lie about their ages, even if not so extreme; pretending to an 11
year difference in their age. You always figured I was really
about 25 or so, and I didn't try very hard to make you believe
the age that you saw on what you thought was my "fake" birth-
certificate was anything but that . . . a fake. I know you
always wondered why a woman as old as it seemed I was, would even
WANT to pretend to be that young. After all, most women who are
in their 20's try to get people to believe they are 18 or 19, so
they still get adult privileges; not a barely-teenager who would
be "jailbait" for anybody trying to get in her pants.
Yes, I'll get to that in a minute. The other thing you've
always hinted about, is wanting to know who it was who first got
in my pants, and when. Yes, I'm going to tell you that too; if
you'll just be quiet. As I said, it's important that you know,
with the changes going on around here, since Momma died, Dad
moved in with us, and we're going to be needing the crib for the
baby.
What's this all have to do with Judy? I'll get to that
later. The first thing I want you to know, is that "fake" birth-
certificate isn't a fake. I really WAS only 14 when we met, and
my birthday last month WAS really my 21st birthday. That's why I
didn't vote until three years ago, when I was finally "legal."
Think about it John . . . for almost five years you were fucking
jailbait. Yeah, really. So your big protestations about men who
molest teenagers looks kind of hypocritical, doesn't it? Face it
John, you're just a pedophile <giggle>. Of course, you don't
REALLY appreciate what a pedophile (or child-lover) really is.
Only you will, before the night is out. What's that? Oh. I see
it DOES turn you on, to know you were fucking a 14 year old kid.
See, being a pedophile, or child-lover, isn't so bad after all.
As long as you're not a child molester, who doesn't care about
the girl. Anyway, now you know why I REALLY wouldn't tell you
how, where, when, or with who I first got fucked. If I had,
somebody might have gotten hurt. Yes, I was VERY young, the
first time I had sex. No, even younger than that. Younger
still. Keep going. Uhuh.
Actually, I really can't remember the first time I had sex;
even though I remember the date it started, and could probably
tell you not only the date, but where, when, and with who, almost
to the minute. Does that sound confusing?
1
Well, you see it started on my birthday. You see, I was
just four years old when . . . shutup and let me finish, or I'll
NEVER tell you . . . when my mother told the whole family how
proud she was of me, because it had been almost two whole weeks
since I last wet the bed. (Boy, was *I* embarrassed, when my
mother told the whole family this, right when we were eating cake
and watermelon. I almost choked on a piece of the finest
chocolate cake in Barne's county. Momma was a GOOD cook.)
Anyway, Momma told everybody that if I went two more days
without needing a rubber-sheet, then I wouldn't have to sleep in
the crib any more, and she could get it ready for the baby. At
that time I didn't know what she meant; even though Momma looked
like she had swallowed a watermelon herself.
Anyway, two days later, as a reward for being a "big girl"
now, and Momma trusting me not to pee the bed, she moved me into
Grandpa's room, so I could sleep on a "real" bed for a change.
Uhuh. As a reward for being good, Momma let me sleep in the same
bed with my grandfather. What happened after that, you can well
imagine.
What?! No, my grandfather did NOT rape me. Being allowed
in the same bed with my grandfather was a reward for being good,
not a punishment. As I said before, I don't really remember the
first time we had real sex, though I have a pretty good idea of
what happened; having seen Grandpa do pretty much the same thing
to my little sister, years later. Heck, how much do YOU remember
about things you did when you were only four years old? Uhuh,
about that much.
I DO vaguely remember something about that first night when
I crawled in bed with Grandpa. Huh? Yes, we were both naked.
Me, because Momma allowed me as a "reward" for not wetting the
bed, she trusted me to not need panties (or worse-yet, a diaper)
to keep from making a mess. As I said, this was a reward for
being good, not some abuse because my parents didn't care if my
grandfather molested me. If grandpa DID "mess around" with me,
then taking care of Grandpa was just one of the small prices I
had to pay for being a "big girl" and sleeping in a real
bed. . . . just like the price of having to get up in the middle
of the night to pee, instead of just lying there and letting go.
When I learned later what was going on, (not just 'accepting it',
because it seemed to be just something a girl does) I was proud
that Momma trusted me to "take good care of Grandpa." So it WAS
sexually . . . I didn't mind.
Huh? As I said, I don't really remember the first time we
had real sex. That first time wasn't it. That night, Grandpa
just snuggled up to me and slid his swollen prick between my
legs. No, not up in my hole, you pervert; he just snuggled up to
me 'spoon-fashion' with his thick penis between my legs, and we
went to sleep. (Well, OK . . . Grandpa's prick isn't all THAT
big; being just about average size; somewhere between five or six
inches long. Only it sure felt big to ME. After all, I was only
a little girl; and up to that time I had really only seen my
father soft a few times, and the little dangle my cousin had when
Aunt Marie changed his diaper.)
2
It must have been three or four hours later that I woke up
to feeling Grandpa's prick sliding in and out between my legs, as
my grandfather used the crevice between my legs and bottom to
stimulate himself to orgasm. I guess it didn't take too long, as
having a sexy little girl in bed with him for the first time in
two years since Grandma died, was too erotic for the old man to
resist. By the time I awoke, Grandpa's prick was leaking pre-cum
all over the place, and my legs, belly, and even my cunny were
slippery-wet with the oily goo dripping from the tip of his
penis.
This part of my first seduction, is the only thing I
remember from back then; all the rest is mainly made up from
memories of what other people told me, and later watching Grandpa
do almost the same thing to my little sister.
"What are you DOING Grandpa?" I asked; not pulling away in
disgust; but not pushing back or trying to help him by tightening
my legs around his prick, either. As implied by my question, I
really DIDN'T know what my grandfather was doing. No, it didn't
"bother me" to be used as a "fuck toy", if that was what Grandpa
wanted. As long as it didn't hurt, why SHOULD I mind? I mean, I
was only four years old. Besides, far from hurting, the feel of
my grandfather's prick rubbing against my cunny-lips felt pretty
good.
No, of course not! I didn't really get sexually-excited or
have orgasms for several years yet. Only even babies like their
genitals rubbed . . . it feels good. So Grandpa was using his
"thing" to rub my cunny with . . . I didn't mind.
"Uh, oh Judy!" was my grandfather's response. I'm not sure
if he was talking to me, or remembering his wife from before she
died, as I was named after her. "Oh, scrunch down, Honey," he
moaned, "I'm going to cum."
I wasn't quite sure I knew what he meant, but I DID like
being called "Honey."
Anyway, it didn't matter if I knew or not, because Grandpa
pulled back a little himself, and lowered his body so the
slippery cum-dribbling head of his fat penis was spreading my
cunny lips even MORE than the top of his prick had been. I'm not
sure, but I THINK the center was actually poking into the hole
itself.
"Oh god, I'm cumming," Groaned Grandpa; holding his prick
sealed against my cunny-lips, while he sent bolt after thick
sticky bolt of incestuous cum rippling through the tube on the
bottom of his prick, and on up into my vagina where it belonged.
No, Grandpa did NOT fuck me that night. In fact, I was probably
still a virgin two or three weeks later. Grandpa only held his
prick up against my hole, and squirted his thick white cum up
inside me. He didn't even TRY to fuck me; being happy to just
squirt his cum in my belly, without hurting me. It was only when
he finished and pulled away, that I realized something had
happened. "Grandpa, you PEED in me!" I said with extreme
annoyance. After all the troubles I had gone to, to avoid
wetting the bed, and then to have my grandfather urinate in me,
almost ensuring that I WOULD wet the bed, was making me mad!
3
"Did NOT pee in you . . . CAME in you," corrected Grandpa,
as he kept his thick arm wrapped around me; preventing me from
making a mad-dash to the toilet to drain what I THOUGHT was his
pee out of my tummy, before it got all over the bed. "No, your
mother will NOT be mad at you, if you get a little on the
bed . . . in fact, she expects it," the old man reassured me.
Well, I couldn't get up with Grandpa holding on to me like
that, and it was NOT running out of me like I thought it would;
just slowly oozing out of my crack, instead of splashing out and
making a horrible mess, like piss would. Besides, it didn't
SMELL like urine . . . kind of funny . . . slightly sweet and
pasty, like bread or biscuit dough; not sour and ammonia-laden
like piss. Well, if it DID get on the bed, it obviously wouldn't
be the stinky mess that wetting the bed would make. Besides, I
trusted my grandfather . . . if he said Momma wouldn't be mad at
me if it dripped out, then Momma wouldn't. I fell asleep with my
grandfather's thick white cum oozing from my crack. Of course,
this was FAR from being the last time I fell asleep with thick
white gobs of my grandfather's seed oozing from my tight little
slit.
About two hours later I woke up, because this time I DID
have to pee. Grandpa's arm was still wrapped around me, and he
almost wouldn't let me go, as he instinctively clutched me to
him, in his sleep. Still, I HAD to go, so I finally managed to
extricate myself from his arm and make a mad-dash to the
bathroom. You know? I hardly had to pee at all. There was
only a slight slippery seepage remaining of all the thick white
cum my grandfather had ejaculated inside me, and the tiny trickle
of pee I gave hardly washed any of that out. Grandpa's sperm
must have soaked into my vagina during the night, like he
expected it to, as there was only a slight damp-spot on the bed
when I got back. That was the first sexual experience I had, and
the only thing I remember during what must have been at LEAST a
whole year of having sex with my grandfather. Even that part I
DO remember, I'm not sure how much is real memory, or memory OF
memories, or just made up from knowledge of what I saw several
years later with my little sister, or what I figure MUST have
happened from what I DO remember later.
I'm not sure, but I THINK that after that first night,
Grandpa must have continued doing what he did then for almost a
week or two; gradually opening me up, until one day we found that
the head of his prick was actually INSIDE me when he came. Then,
after a few more weeks (or days, or months, what does it matter?)
Grandpa was eventually screwing me like a real woman. Once he
did, and he was sure my parents didn't object, Grandpa must have
been fucking me two, three, four, and sometimes even five times a
day; squirting thick white gobs of incestuous seed in his
granddaughter's tight little tummy, without ever having a care
about getting me pregnant. (After all, I was only 4 and then
later 5 years old, you know.)
4
Since I didn't seem to mind my grandfather sliding his fat
prick up in my tummy, and working it in and out until he came;
filling my vagina with thick white gobs of incestuous cum, (once
I got used to it) Grandpa started fucking me all the time.
Whenever he felt like it, the old man would reach over and pull
my panties down; slide his swollen prick up in my tight little
hole; and use me like his own private little fuck-toy, right in
front of my mother, father, or brother and sisters; using my body
like some poor lonely bachelors use those blow-up dolls you see
in the sex shops these days. As long as it made Grandpa feel
good, I didn't mind. After all, even though I didn't cum yet, it
still felt pretty good to me too. Yes, I liked it.
The first REAL memory I have of having sex, was looking
upwards at a TV set, watching cartoons, while Grandpa was fucking
me in the living-room. My legs were wrapped around my
grandfather; pulling his body into mine, while he stroked in and
out. Yeah, I was watching television while getting fucked.
While I didn't mind fucking Grandpa; even liking the feel of his
thick cock sliding in and out of my crack, it didn't excite me,
like it did him. As I said, I didn't mind Grandpa fucking
me . . . only I liked watching cartoons even more. So THIS way I
got to feel Grandpa 'getting off' in me, while I watched TV at
the same time. I didn't mind him using me like a fuck-toy . . .
as long as I didn't miss my TV show, that is. Besides, as I
said, it felt good. Feeling Grandpa's thick dong slither up
inside me while I watched TV, just made me enjoy the show that
much more . . . even if I DID have to watch it upside-down. I
LIKE my grandfather.
All the while I watched TV, I was vaguely aware of my father
sitting in the big chair, watching HIS father breeding his
5-year-old little girl on the floor in front of him, as if it was
the most normal thing in the world for a 50+ year old man to
breed his own 5 year old granddaughter; trying to impregnate the
little preschooler before she even got out of kindergarten.
All the while he was watching, Daddy was stroking his prick,
as if he wished HE was the one sliding his engorged member in my
tight little cunny and filling my womb with incestuous cum, like
Grandpa did a few minutes later.
Nobody in the room, not me, not Grandpa, not Daddy, and not
even Momma when she looked in later, thought there was anything
wrong or even unusual for a child who hadn't even reached the
first-grade, to be fucking her own grandfather, naked on the
floor where the whole family could watch, with her father
stroking his prick as he watched the porno-show that was
obviously more interesting to him than cartoons could ever be.
I got a little distracted, when Grandpa's thrusts suddenly
got harder, and I could tell he was about to cum inside me.
Thankfully, the TV had just started commercials, or otherwise I
would have been annoyed. As it was, I just wrapped my arms and
legs around my grandfather even harder, and bucked back at him,
trying to get him to cum inside me before the commercials were
over, instead of just lying there and letting Grandpa use my body
like a blowup-doll to squirt his sperm into, like I usually did.
5
While I didn't mind Grandpa "using" me to jack-off into;
even liking it a little when he slid in and out of my cunny; I
usually didn't like it enough to start things myself, as Grandpa
started things often enough himself to satisfy any urges I might
have. Still, I DID enjoy it enough to not mind being "used"
whenever the old man felt like it. Having him squirt his "cum"
inside me was a mixed-blessing, as far as I was concerned. While
it felt good, and the slippery feel of his cum in my cunny seemed
to soothe the itch I got between my legs when we fucked, the
bother of having to clean up afterwards made me sometimes wonder
if the good feelings were worth it. Of course, when we was about
to cum in me, I was too busy feeling the good parts to worry
about the bother of cleaning up afterwards.
As long as I didn't object, even my parents didn't seem to
see anything wrong with Grandpa "using" my body to jack-off into;
fucking me and even cumming inside me, with thick white curds of
my own grandfather's potent seed splashing in thick greasy jets
against my developing uterus. If I Had (objected), I'm sure that
either Momma or Daddy would have made Grandpa stop, or use
protection, or something, if they thought I had needed it. Even
Grandpa thought it was just a fantasy to impregnate a little girl
like me. After all, (he told me later) he had been fucking his
big sister, from the time he was 8 (and she was 10), until she
left for college almost 9 years later, and she never got
pregnant. And not once did they ever use birth-control. (Of
course, THEIR parents never knew a thing about the torrid love-
affair going on between their two kids . . . if they had, Grandpa
says his father would probably have killed both of them. He
still shudders to think what would have happened if his big
sister had "caught" from all that unprotected sex.) Anyway, if
his big sister didn't get pregnant until she was almost in her
20's, why should he worry about me, when it would probably be
years before I started having periods? Just like with his
sister, Grandpa figured that as long as I didn't object, and
nobody got hurt, then why not? Actually, I find it hard to fault
his logic, even now.
So, while I usually didn't fuck back at Grandpa, just
letting him do most of the work, that time I worked and squeezed;
trying to get him off, so I wouldn't be distracted by him cumming
inside me while I watched cartoons.
At least THAT time, it worked. With a grunt, Grandpa sunk
his thick prick to the root in my belly, while he jerked and
spasmed, and filled my womb with bolt after thick white bolt of
my own grandfather's thick white cum. The thought that he might
be getting his own granddaughter pregnant, was more of a turn-on
to Grandpa than a worry. By that time my grandfather had
explained to me many times about how babies were made, and how if
we were REAL lucky, my tummy might be getting big with his baby
inside me, just like my mother's tummy had gotten big with
Darlene a year earlier. I didn't mind. (Hey, I was only a kid!
Having a baby sounded like something fun to do.) Sometimes I
actually encouraged my grandfather to fuck me, cum in me, and
yes, even get me pregnant with his baby.
6
At that time, I didn't know how much pain it would be to
have a baby. By the time I DID (know) it was too late. Besides,
who ever heard of a 5-year-old getting pregnant anyway? Yeah,
right <snicker>!
As I said, that's the FIRST time I really remember having
sex. And the funny thing is, as I remember doing it, I remember
KNOWING that this was NOT something new to me, but something I
did all the time. In other words, having sex with my own
grandfather, in front of the whole family even, was so
commonplace for me that I would probably never have remembered
even THAT time, if it wasn't for what happened afterwards.
Now remember, as I said my father was watching me, stroking
his cock, the whole time Grandpa was feeling me up, fucking me,
and finally cumming in me, squirting thick white globs of
incestuous cum in my belly, in front of my own father. It must
have been incredibly erotic to Daddy.
Anyway, when Grandpa finished and got up and left, leaving
me with a satisfied cunny oozing a white bubble of my own
grandfather's seed, I lay there for a while to let it soak in,
until I finally realized that the commercials had been the end of
the cartoons, and they were only playing the credits afterwards.
Daddy was still stroking his prick (half-heartedly now) while he
waited for the news to come on after the cartoons.
I got up off the floor, and climbed on my father's lap.
Yeah, I know . . . depending on your viewpoint, what a
normal, or what an incredibly sexy and erotic thing to do. I
didn't even think about the fact that I was naked, Daddy was
naked, I had just been fucked, and Daddy had a hard-on that must
have been killing him. I just got on my father's lap because I
wanted to cuddle up to him, like I often did when we were both
dressed. I never even suspected that my own father might want to
have sex with me, like Grandpa did all the time.
Still, if I had, I probably would have climbed up there even
faster. As it was, I had barely settled in Daddy's lap with his
big prick poking between my legs, when Daddy croaked, "Lift up a
bit Honey, so I can . . ."
I looked down at where my father's penis was swollen and
red, with a thick pearly drop of pre-cum oozing from the tip, and
didn't even think about it. I lifted up and fit my own father's
pre-cum dribbling prick up against my tight little hole, and slid
down on it as if we had been doing this for years.
Only Daddy's prick was quite a bit bigger than Grandpa's. I
hadn't really noticed this, until his thick prick slid inside me.
The squeak of pain I let out, must have been louder than I
thought, as both Momma and my grandfather came running to see
what was wrong, and even my big sister and brother poked their
noses in to see.
Once they saw it was just me fucking Daddy, Sharon and
Michael went back to whatever it was that a 17-year-old twin
brother and sister do in their bedroom on a Saturday morning.
Whatever it is, doesn't involve much clothing. Grandpa and Momma
stuck around to watch the first time I fucked my own daddy.
7
Well, it didn't take long of me sliding up and down on my
father's thick prick, before he suddenly got even bigger inside
me, and flooded my little tummy with great gouts of thick white
seed that made my grandfather's genteel squirts seem like
dribbles. After that, it was all over. Momma brought me a
pillow, and for the next hour I watched TV upside down, as I lay
on my back to let my father and grandfather's seed soak into my
tummy.
That night, before Grandpa came to bed, my big sister and
brother came in to our bedroom, and proceeded to show me that
older men did NOT have a monopoly on making little girls feel
good. Three times my big brother squirted thick white gobs of
baby-juice up in my tight little slit, and three times my big
sister licked out every drop. Before this, I hadn't even
realized that women COULD have sex together . . . one of the many
things my big sister taught me, once she realized I didn't mind
having sex with my big brother, any more than she did. (OK . . .
that's a joke. Sharon no more "minded" having sex with my big
brother than any normal nymphomaniac would have minded having sex
with a stud like him. The two of them were insatiable; having
long ago worn out the rest of the family, they mostly just worked
on each other . . . unless somebody else in the family showed the
slightest interest in joining them, that is. The twins liked
threesome [or foursomes, or . . . etc.] just as well or better
than they liked boinking each other.) Well, you can see what
kind of a loving family I was brought up in.
After that first time, quite often I would find myself
watching TV on my father's lap; only from then on when I did, I
usually had his thick prick stuck up inside me, so we could both
enjoy the pleasures of being mated while we did. Sometimes we
sat there for hours, without Daddy even cumming inside me, until
his prick finally wilted and slid out. Unlike Grandpa or my big
brother, Daddy didn't HAVE to cum in a girl, to enjoy sex. Sex
with my father was fun, no matter what happened.
Still, mostly I got my sex from Grandpa In fact, we're
almost certain that he got me pregnant the first time, as
counting backwards, the old man was the only one who DID fuck me
that whole week, when we figured I got knocked up.
Yeah, I got pregnant. Yes, I know it's almost unbelievable,
but it's true. My own grandfather got me pregnant for the first
time, almost six months before I even entered the first grade.
Ain't that a kick in the shorts?
Oh? Hey, you ain't heard nothing yet, buddy. Wait 'til I
tell you what . . . never mind, I'll get to that later. Anyway,
if you think YOU are surprised, you should have seen my parents'
faces, when they found out that I wasn't just "getting a little
fat" as I went through another growing spurt, but the growing was
not just my body, but INSIDE my body as well. For all their
permissiveness about letting a five and even four year old little
girl sleep with her own grandfather and have full unprotected
vaginal-sex with him whenever she wanted, they never expected
that same little girl to have a daughter of her own before she
finished the first grade! It had seemed kind of fun to let me
"practice making a baby" with Grandpa (that is, as long as it was
just "practice").
8
I'm not sure WHAT my parents would have done, if they had
known I was fertile . . . I was WAY too young to put on the pill,
and neither Grandpa nor I like the feel of a rubber stealing the
sensations from each other. As for stopping . . . what chance do
YOU think they had of getting us to stop, once each of us knew
that the other enjoyed it?
And I DID enjoy it, even when Grandpa "used me" like I was
his own private fuck-toy to "get off into." While I was too
young to climax yet, I DID like the feeling of my grandfather's
prick throbbing in my belly, and sliding in and out of my little
crack. As I said before, it felt GOOD. Not as good as it felt
to Grandpa of course; especially when he came in thick white
gushes of incestuous goo inside me. Still, I DID enjoy it, and I
no more wanted to stop than Grandpa did. It was fun.
Well OK, what chance would your parents have had of stopping
YOU from feeling my tight little hole sliding up and down your
prick, if say they had found out how young I REALLY was? Yeah,
right. About the same chance as . . . well, never mind. Once we
both knew the other loved it, we weren't going to stop; and both
Momma and Daddy knew it. Heck, both of THEM couldn't stop
fucking with me, once they knew I liked it, so why would they
expect Grandpa too.
Huh? Momma? Of COURSE I fucked Momma too . . . Once my big
sister Sharon showed me that girls could enjoy girls too, I
figured it wasn't fair to leave Momma out, and I was in her bed
with Daddy, within a week.
Well! If you ever think you've seen a small-town scandal,
you ain't NEVER seen anything until you've seen the hoorah a
three-months-pregnant 6-year-old creates when she waltzes into
the first-grade classroom, with a big tummy, and an "under-
construction" sign pointing down the front of her swollen belly
to where her navel sticks out of the too-short little shirt. The
fact that my parents were PROUD of my being precocious enough to
not only fuck my own grandfather, but have his baby, shook the
whole town up.
Huh? No, they didn't haul Grandpa off to jail, either.
Didn't I explain? Oh . . . I guess not.
Well, when the army of police, social-workers, teachers,
principals, Press, and just plain nosy onlookers finished poking
around our house, you'd think that Momma or Daddy had KILLED
either me or my little sister, instead of just being proud of my
being gifted enough to get pregnant at an age when most little
girls don't even know what sex IS. By this time, I was sleeping
in my own bed (at least theoretically) and it looked like I
always HAD been. Momma and Daddy said they couldn't tell who had
been fucking me, as I wouldn't tell (and I wouldn't). What
bothered the social-workers the most however, was the fact that
my parents seemed PROUD of their daughter for getting knocked-up,
instead of angry. Well, for well over a month the police (and
others) TRIED to get me to admit that my father, grandfather, or
even big brother was the one who "raped" me. Only I wouldn't
even admit I HAD been fucked; pretending to not even know what
they were talking about.
9
Without me telling, and no suspects (outside the family, who
all denied it) the police couldn't do a thing. My parents
blocked them from taking blood-samples from the baby afterwards
too; pointing out that such samples wouldn't prove anybody in the
family was responsible, even if they did. After all, we were all
related anyway.
I think half the town still thinks my father did it, while
the other half thinks I have a private little lover on the side.
After a year, it didn't matter anyway, as we left that town and
moved away. We moved three more times, in the next 6 years; as I
got pregnant with my father's stepsisters almost every year
thereafter. You might think that Momma at least, would have me
put on the pill, or have made Grandpa either stop fucking me, or
use a condom or at least SOMETHING. Only she didn't. Momma told
me later that she figured I was STILL way too young to be put on
the pill, figuring the hormones wouldn't be good for my growing
body (while ignoring the hormone-rush I got from having kids of
my own, and nursing them afterwards). And as for Grandpa and me,
the only way she could have stopped the two of us from having
unprotected sex, was by turning my grandfather over to the police
(which by then was no longer an option). Neither Grandpa nor I
liked the feel or bother of condoms, and wouldn't have used them
if Momma HAD supplied them. (Actually, she did. The foil
packages sat unused in my bedstand until they practically rotted
from old age.)
By the time I was ready to drop, my body had changed
enormously. Not only did my tummy stick out until it was almost
as big as I was, but by breasts and butt started to grow, until I
looked like a miniature teenager. Usually, during the last few
weeks, Daddy had to take me to school in his car, as I was
getting too heavy to get on the bus. By then, the kids in class
had gotten a LITTLE used to the idea of having a classmate with a
big belly, and usually I was ignored (except when some of the
other kids decided to tease me). Mostly the teacher (Would you
believe her name really WAS Mrs. Grundy?) had me sit in the back
of the class, so she could ignore me. I had a hard time
sometimes getting her to notice my waving hand, when I knew an
answer that the other kids didn't.
Still, it was VERY hard to ignore me, when my water broke
one afternoon; making a mess of the floor, and me going into
cramps in the middle of the afternoon. I remember feeling funny,
and waving my hand at the teacher for the LONGEST time, before
she finally noticed and said crossly, "YES, what IS it, Melinda?"
"Uh, Teacher," I said, "I think I gotta' pee." At that
time, with the weight of Julie pressing against my kidneys, it
seemed like I was going to the bathroom ALL the time.
"Well GO," she said, acting even more annoyed. Another
reason Mrs. Grundy had put me in the back, was for just this
reason. (She wasn't really THAT bad.) She had long ago given me
permission to go any time I needed to; putting me in the rear so
I wouldn't disturb the rest of the kids when I did. After all,
explaining the needs of a pregnant woman (well, OK, girl) were
NOT in the usual curriculum of first-graders. So, I guess she
had a right to be annoyed at my asking permission to do what I
always did.
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"Uh, Teacher," I groaned, this time REALLY getting her
attention, as she had started to turn back to the blackboard, "I
don't think I'm going to . . . make . . . it . . . ."
I felt something give inside me; and suddenly my pants were
wet, my skirt was wet, and a big puddle was forming on the floor.
I couldn't help myself, I started crying. I mean, the whole
thing had started just over a year earlier, when I showed I was a
"big girl" by not wetting the bed. Here I go and "goof up" big-
time, and not only wet my pants; but make a big mess on the
floor, in front of the whole class! I felt like I was going to
DIE of embarrassment! Lucky for me it WAS "Mrs." Grundy, and not
one of the virginal young girls that passed for teachers in some
of the other classes. Mrs. Grundy knew exactly what had
happened.
By this time, my bawling had caught on, and almost a third
of the class was crying with me; seeming to be frightened about
me "doing it" right in class, in front of them. Mrs. Grundy shut
us all up with a firm "Quiet class! Melinda is OK . . . or at
least WILL be, in a while. Robbie, you go call the principal,
while I help her lie down."
That was really the last thing I remember clearly about that
day. I don't remember going through labor, having the baby or
anything. In fact, the first time I really even remember
anything having to do with my daughter, was when I was back from
the hospital, and I stuck my finger with a pin, while Momma was
showing me how to pin a diaper. That and having to get up in the
middle of the night to go pee, and having to take Julie with me
when I went. A couple of times I even remember sitting on the
can, with the little girl sucking on my swollen titties. Isn't
it funny how memory can be selective like that? Of course, Momma
took a LOT of pictures of the two of us, but I don't really
remember much between the time I started nursing the kid, until
Momma had me stop, so Grandpa could get me pregnant again.
(No, of COURSE not, silly . . . I was joking. I think.)
By the time I was 8, after giving birth and nursing Julie
for almost a year, my body and boobs had developed enough that I
looked like a teenager . . . in shape, at least. My face was
still that of a pre-teen, but my body looked like a miniature
version of a nubile adolescent. Grandpa loved it. I was even
developing a tiny bit of hair in the area just above the still
tiny hole that Grandpa still liked to slide his big prick into.
(Grandpa? Actually, all THREE of my male relatives liked to
stick their stiff peters into my tight little cunny, and by this
time I liked to feel them do it, almost as much as they did. I
hear it took me only 3 weeks after coming back from the hospital,
before I had Daddy, my big brother, my sister, my mother, and yes
Grandpa fucking me just as often as they had before I left. And
yes, I seduced THEM this time. I MISSED having my male relatives
use my body like a fuck-toy. By this time I liked sex almost as
much as if I was having orgasms when they came inside me.
Actually, it got to be quite funny, to see some guy admiring
my titties and butt, before he got a good look at me, and then
have him come over and get ready to make a pass at me, before he
realized I was not only jailbait, but not even a teenager. The
consternation that caused was quite hilarious sometimes.
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While we are all quite sure that Julie is Grandpa's baby,
nobody is quite sure WHO fathered her little sister on me, as any
one of the three males in the house could have done it. Of
course, since I still slept with Grandpa, so he could use my body
to "jack-off" in whenever he felt like it, there is still a
chance that Daddy or even Michael did the "dirty deed" and
knocked me up. For sure I never objected to either of them
"using me" as often as they wanted to, either. There's something
kind of fun about being a little pre-teenaged fuck-toy. I hadn't
yet graduated to being a slut. THAT came after my third kid.
The second time I gave birth it was at home. The car
wouldn't start in 40-below weather, and the phone-lines were
still down from the ice-storm a week earlier. (We had moved to
Minnesnowta, to get away from nosy neighbors.) Not near so fun
or memorable as starting to give birth in a classroom full of
first-graders. Not NEAR so much fun.
I must have screamed for HOURS, before giving birth to
Colleen. Believe me, if you HAVE to have kids, do it in a
hospital! Strangely, I don't remember doing all that yelling,
though everybody ELSE in the family won't let me forget! I DO
remember the next day, looking down at the cute little bundle
sucking sweetly on my (even more) swollen boobs, and wishing I
could do it all over again right then!
With that attitude, you can imagine that it didn't take me
long to get PG the third time . . . only it did.
By this time, my little sister had stopped peeing the bed,
and had joined me and Grandpa. Momma and Daddy bought a kingsize
bed, so we all fit in the same room, and the babies were remanded
to the nursery, except when they needed feeding.
As I said earlier, I'm not really sure if what I vaguely
remember about the first time I had sex was what really happened,
or whether it was what I saw happen with Jennifer, and I just
melded my memories of what happened to her, into what I didn't
remember about what happened to me. In any case, watching
Grandpa seduce my little sister was quite something.
The first time Momma moved Jenny in with me and Grandpa, was
more of a learning experience for me, than it was for my little
sister. Uhuh. Jennifer had already seen Grandpa fucking me for
most of her life; as he made no secret about doing it in front of
the whole family; while for ME, I never had seen anybody except
me and Grandpa having sex. (No, not even Michael and Sharon.)
Of course, Grandpa didn't just climb on top of my little
sister, the first time she climbed in bed with us. In fact, he
didn't do ANYTHING to her that night. He did fuck me though, and
had Jenny watch the whole thing from close-up; so she knew just
what was happening. By the time Grandpa finished ejaculating his
thick sperm in my tummy for the second time, he was too tired to
do anything with my little sister, even if he had felt like it.
(Actually, I think that was his intention; as Grandpa didn't want
to get carried away and fuck the little girl before she was
ready.) When he finished with me, Grandpa just snuggled up
between the two of us, and went to sleep. I think that sometime
during the night he turned over and slipped his big peter between
my little sister's legs, but that's all he did.
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The next morning, Grandpa fucked me again, but when he was
about to cum, he turned over and squirted his thick sperm in my
little sister, instead of cumming in me, like he usually did.
Jenny's eyes got real big, when Grandpa spread her legs, and
pushed his big thing up against her tight little baby-hole, but
she didn't object; figuring that's one of the things she'd have
to do, now that she was a "big girl" like me. I think Jenny was
surprised, when Grandpa didn't fuck her like he did me.
Only Grandpa wasn't about to hurt either of us; especially
his little 5-year-old granddaughter. For the next week, or a
little bit longer, this went on, with Grandpa fucking me soundly
every night (and sometimes during the day too) and then jacking
off into my little sister, almost every morning. Sometimes he
had me help out, by either having me jack him off into Jenny, or
by fucking me until he was about to cum, then squirting his sperm
in my little sister, like she was some artificial-vagina on a
blow-up doll.
As I said, it was probably a little over a week later, that
Grandpa's prying with his prick allowed him to slip the head of
his penis into my little sister, but he sure seemed to enjoy it
once he did. From then on, Grandpa didn't need me any more to
"get him ready" to fuck my little sister; seeming to enjoy even
part of Jenny's tight little slit milking on his prick enough to
make him squirt inside her.
It was probably almost a month, before I woke up one morning
and found Grandpa fucking my little sister "missionary" style,
with his big prick sliding all the way up in Jenny's belly,
before re-emerging all white and sticky with both of their
juices. Sometime during that month or so, Grandpa had taken my
little sister's virginity, but it seems that neither I nor she
even noticed when it happened. From then on, Grandpa had TWO
little fuck-toys to ejaculate his sperm into, whenever he needed
it.
Surprisingly, even with Grandpa now fucking my little
sister, even more than he did me, I got almost as much sex from
the old man as I had before Jenny joined us in bed. (My mother
explained years later, it's something called the "Coolidge"
effect, after President Coolidge, that makes men hornier when
they have two women to fuck, than when they only have one.)
Grandpa didn't take "precautions" with Jenny, either. Even
after the (very obvious) evidence of my swelling tummy, that
sometimes little girls COULD get pregnant by their own
grandfathers. Our parents (and Grandpa) figured that it was just
a fluke. Anyway, at just 5 years old, they all reckoned that
Jennifer was WAY too young to put on the pill; and just like with
me, Grandpa was NOT going to use prophylactics. Luckily with
HER, they were right.
So, just like me, my little sister learned to suck cock, eat
pussy, and even fuck like a grownup, with gooey white gobs of
incestuous sperm squirting in thick jets against her uterus and
soaking into her vagina, before she learned how to read. Thus it
was, that for the next several years, Grandpa had TWO cute little
fuck-toys to play with, and jack-off into. This continued until
one day, when I was about 10 years old or so.
13
At that time, I was probably about two months pregnant with
my third child, only it just hadn't started to show yet. I
remember that I was lying in that same familiar position, on my
back, watching TV, while Grandpa fucked me after already "getting
off" once in my little sister. This time it was a nice long
leisurely screw, with none of the urgency Grandpa usually felt
when "using" one of us, as he had already spent himself once in
my little sister's body. So this time Grandpa took it slow,
while my little sister watched our grandfather using me to jack
off into, instead of her.
It must have been almost 10 minutes after Grandpa first slid
his prick inside me, that I suddenly lost interest in watching
TV. The stimulation of my own grandfather's thick prick sliding
in and out of my tummy began to not only just feel good, but
GREAT! Before he noticed the change, I was fucking Grandpa just
as hard as he was fucking me. A tight knot just seemed to grow
in my belly; winding tighter and tighter until it suddenly
snapped. For the first time I came, and properly too, with a
man's thick prick sliding in and out of my hot little hole.
Now you might think that feeling his own granddaughter
clamping and squeezing on his prick like a milking machine, would
make my grandfather cum like Gangbusters. Only it didn't.
Feeling me climax around him almost made Grandpa lose his
erection. It wasn't until I had collapsed in exhaustion after my
first real orgasm, that Grandpa was able to fuck me properly and
cum inside me. It seems that Grandpa had gotten so used to
jacking-off in me and my little sister, that he couldn't cum any
other way. Only when he was using one of us like a fuck-doll,
could he get off. Funny, isn't it? Two weeks later I moved into
my parents' bedroom with Momma and Daddy; leaving my little
sister to act as Grandpa's fuck-toy, from then on.
I was a little sad when that part of my life ended, but not
too sad. In a way, it was like back when I had stopped peeing
the bed . . . I was growing up; and once I learned to climax,
there was no turning back.
As I told you earlier, it wasn't until after I had that
third baby, that I really became a slut though; fucking anything
in pants (or even panties) just to feel yet another orgasm.
Thankfully, by that time Momma was able to put me on the pill, or
who knows HOW many kids I would have had.
Well, maybe not THAT many, as that period only lasted about
three years, before I calmed down enough to act normally. In
fact, when I met you, I had actually managed to go without sex
for almost a month, for the first time since I was 6 years old!
That's why, when a handsome MAN (the first one since my
father . . . and a girl can't marry her own father, can she?)
showed he was sexually interested in me, both as a woman AND as a
companion, I jumped at the offer. The fact that you seemed to
think I was almost 12 years older than I really was, just meant
you didn't treat me like jailbait and drop me like a hot rock.
MOST of the men who saw my birth-certificate got the willies,
once they knew they were fucking a girl who was barely a
teenager.
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Having you not believe it, or not care, was a thrill . . .
so much of a thrill in fact, that in the excitement of fucking a
real man again; and feeling his thick white cum squirting baby-
juice against my (now REALLY fertile) young womb, just like I had
grown used to my grandfather doing since before I was five, made
me forget to take my pill. Thankfully, you didn't get all
up-tight when you found out I was pregnant.
Yes Dear, I DID love you then, and still do. It was NOT
just your swollen prick squirting thick white baby-juice in my
tummy, that I wanted. <SMACK!>
Love you too, Dear.
Why have I been telling you all this?
Well . . . Judy just stopped wetting the bed about three
weeks ago; and since Momma died, I figure that Daddy has probably
been getting awfully lonely. The baby is going to be needing the
nursery, and there's not enough room in the house for BOTH Daddy
and Judy to have separate beds. Do you suppose . . . .
No, I do NOT expect him to do that! She's MUCH too young.
What happened with me and Grandpa was just a fluke. I just want
Judy to learn to enjoy sex like me and my little sisters did,
when we were her age. Please? Besides, remember what I told you
about me, my sisters, and Daddy . . . .
Yeah, I'm just a horny old slut . . . always have been, and
always will be. Still, I can see that the idea of Daddy teaching
our little girl how to suck cock, eat pussy, and fuck like a
grownup, with her own grandfather's greasy cum squirting in thick
white jets into her cute little tummy, before she even learns to
how to read, just like my grandfather taught me and my sisters
how to like sex, is NOT turning you off. I'll tell Judy about
her reward for not wetting the bed tonight. If she doesn't
object, then in a few days Judy will be "Grandpa's little fuck-
toy" just like I was at her age. One thing my mother knew, was
how to raise kids.
OooOOoohhh! I just KNEW I married the right guy. Now come
on, we've got to get busy . . . .
Huh? You KNOW Judy's going to need a little sister to help
her out, once she get's too big for her grandfather; so let's get
started, big guy!
No silly, not big THAT way. It'll probably be at least five
or six years before Daddy gets Judy pregnant; even if he IS using
her tight little box to jack-off into every night. I meant when
she starts having orgasms, which will probably be a LOT earlier.
We'll worry about the other, when her belly starts to swell.
Judy should be at least 10 or even 11 years old by that time;
just like my little sister Jenny was, the first time Daddy
knocked her up. Who knows, by the time Judy gets pregnant for
the first time, she might already have moved in with us, and the
kid might even be yours instead of Daddy's. As I said, we'll
worry about that when our daughter's tummy starts to get big, not
before.
Mmmmmmmm! I KNEW I married the right guy!