Make a baby in me Daddy. Ooooh Daddy, that feels good!"
This last, was forced out of the 9-year-old child, as her
father slid his big penis in and out of her tight little belly,
and pushed his squirting prick right up against her unbroken
hymen, and ejaculated the last heavy globs of baby-making sperm
right up inside his youngest daughter's eagerly accepting vagina.
George looked down at his youngest daughter, as she lay
panting beneath him. If anybody had even suggested that he would
even lay a hand on either of his little girls the previous day,
he would have shot the S.O.B. without a second thought. Yet,
here he was, with his big cock stuck clear up inside his own
little 9-year-old girl's squeezing little belly, with it still
leaking his hazardous baby-making sperm inside the child's vagi-
na, and he didn't even feel guilty. It had been a weird request
from his wife, asking him to inseminate his own little girl to
keep her from getting pregnant, but he trusted his wife. Still,
he thought, this would take some explaining. Not only had he
just fucked his youngest daughter, but he had also fucked Cindy
as well. George tried to feel guilty about fucking Cindy, as the
little girl was old enough to get pregnant, and who knows, might
even be carrying his child in her womb at this very moment, but
he couldn't. Cindy had much too obviously wanted everything she
had gotten. In fact, the little girl had already talked about
how she expected him to father a child on her, after she carried
two for her husband. The thought was so exciting, that George
sent another surge of sperm into Ginny's clasping young belly.
"Oooh Daddy. I feel that." Said Ginny, as the last sticky
surge of sperm forced it's way into her heaving young belly.
"That's it, Daddy. Squirt all your thick sticky baby-making
juice in little Ginny. Don't hold back. Cum in my belly daddy."
Ginny felt so happy, she actually started to cry.
George felt like a heel. He must have hurt the little girl.
"I'm sorry, Ginny." He said. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
Ginny sniffled. "Didn't hurt." She said. "I'm crying
because it felt so good."
George's cock began to shrink inside his little girl. "I'm
going to pull out now, Ginny." He warned the child. "Cindy,
could you hand me that towel?"
Cindy reached for the towel, then had a sudden thought.
"Ginny, Do you want to keep Daddy's sperm up inside you too?"
She asked. At the little girl's wide-eyed nod, Cindy hurried
into the bathroom, and returned with another tampon. "Here, Use
this." Cindy duplicated her mother's instructions.
Shortly, Ginny was standing up, with a proud grin on her
face. She had actually fucked her own father. Not only that,
but both of her brother's as well.
The little girl felt warmed inside by the knowledge that she
was carrying her father and brother's sperm in her little belly.
Arlene decided that she'd better quash things before they
got out of hand. (As if they weren't already out of hand. She
thought to herself.) She sat her four children down on the bed,
and explained to them that Ginny was much too young to have a
baby, and if they kept this up, the little girl might get hurt.
None of the older children wanted to see little Ginny get hurt.
Ginny was always the bright sunshine in the family, with sunny
smiles and a warm disposition. Arlene made the two older boys
promise that they'd restrict their coital intercourse to either
Marylin (who was always ready), or Cindy, when she was available.
Ginny would have to get by with oral sex, or fingers. Cindy
assured the little girl that this wasn't so bad, as She and Billy
had been doing OK with just that for several years. Ginny was a
little disappointed that she couldn't get fucked like the rest of
the family, but after a demonstration by Billy, decided that oral
sex wasn't so bad after all. The little girl decided that she
could wait until she was older, before she started the riskier
stuff.
Somewhat assured, Arlene left, and started to prepare lunch,
as the two older boys decide to show Ginny just how much fun oral
and finger sex could really be.
Afterwards, Cindy took Mike aside, and let him enjoy real
sex with his older sister. Cindy found that even she could
barely take the little boy's enormous cock up inside her belly
without splitting, but she managed. After Mike had ejaculated
two thick sticky loads of sperm in his older sister's belly,
Cindy told him that he could come to her room any night that John
wasn't there, and sleep with her. She warned the little boy that
he'd have to be careful when she was in her fertile periods, but
she would warn him when that happened. Cindy didn't realize how
much she was promising.
It turned out, that her little brother was about as horny as
Billy and Marylin. Only he didn't have a girlfriend like Marylin
to help him out. Only Cindy, and occasionally Marylin. That
night, after John Stockdale had left, (to take care of some
business, he assured Cindy. He'd be able to sleep with her about
every other night.) Mike crept into his big sister's bedroom,
asked if she meant it, when she said he could sleep with her, and
when he got an affirmative grunt from Cindy proceeded to crawl in
bed with her. Cindy had been feeling somewhat lonely after John
had left, so she received her little brother's amorous advances
in a more receptive mood than she might have otherwise. Within
15 minutes, the 10-year-old boy had deposited two big sticky
loads of sperm up inside his big sister's receptive 12-year-old
belly. After that, the two incestuous lovers went to sleep.
Five times that night, Mike woke up, found his sister sleeping,
and his penis erect. Each time the little boy would take his
engorged penis, and push it up inside his sleeping sister's
vagina, and ejaculate his thick sticky sperm in the little girl's
unresisting young belly. Sometimes Cindy woke up to feeling her
little brother cumming inside her, and sometimes she didn't.
Cindy decided she didn't mind, as long as the little boy didn't
wake her up.
This developed into a pattern. About every other night, John
Stockdale would sleep over with Cindy, and Mike would have to
either share Marylin with his big brother (Marylin didn't mind.
She could have fucked the whole family under the table.), or make
do with his little sister's oral sex (Ginny was getting quite
good, with practice, so this wasn't as bad as it sounds), or get
along with his own fist, as he had been doing for years. On the
other nights, Mike would slip into bed with Cindy, and after a
good-night fuck or two, Cindy would go to sleep. Mike would
usually fuck his big sister 5 or 6 times during the night, usual-
ly leaving his penis stuck up inside the little girl's hole so he
was ready between times. When Cindy got up in the mornings, she
sometimes jokingly complained that her belly "sloshed" with her
little brother's sperm inside. Mike was becoming almost as
prolific with his sperm, as his father. This pattern of alter-
nating sex continued for almost a month, with an interlude of 2
weeks when Cindy insisted that none of her lovers (Including
Billy and her father. Cindy occasionally had sex with them
also), cum in her cunt, as she might get pregnant. Cindy resort-
ed to oral and finger sex during this period, just like her
little sister. Once, she let John fuck her in the ass, but the
little girl decided that it was too uncomfortable, and resumed
oral and digital sex. After the dry period, Cindy slipped back
in the routine, alternating between her fiancee, and little
brother, while the carpenters worked on the house preparing the
room for the new "boarder". This pattern continued until it was
interrupted by Mike going off to camp. The little boy hated to
lose out on the terrific sex he had been getting, but baseball
camp had been his dream for years, and there was no way that he
was going to miss out. Sex would have to wait.
Over at the Fisher house, the sexual-ball kept rolling also.
Monday morning, Mary had taken her two oversexed little girls
down to see Doctor Sheffield. Mary knew the man wouldn't be
shocked when he learned the two children were having sex, as she
had met him through Marylin's parents. The Summers had put their
daughter on the pill when she was only 9 years old, because they
found the little girl in bed with her uncle, after blackmailing
him into teaching her about sex. Marylin had already been having
periods, so they were worried about the little girl getting
pregnant. The couple had found their doctor to be not only a
good doctor, but understanding as well. The Summers had been
worried that their doctor might tell the authorities about the
little girl, and make all sorts of trouble, but "Doc" Sheffield
had only laughed, and said that he got a lot of little girl's in
his office needing help, some of them even younger than Marylin.
Never mentioning any names, the man told Geraldine (Mary-
lin's mother) about one little 8-year-old girl who got pregnant
by her big brother, who was only 10. Luckily, the little girl
had lost the baby. Doc. Sheffield told the Summers that it was
lucky that they had brought Marylin in before she got pregnant,
as she was definitely fertile, and if she kept of fooling around
with older men, she would probably have a baby within a year.
Once Marylin started going with Billy, the Summers had persuaded
both the Macons, and the Fishers to switch to "Doc" Sheffield.
Now Mary was doubly glad that she had.
Doc. Sheffield (Funny how nobody ever referred to him by his
first name.) already knew about Mary and her father, as she had
confided in him several years earlier. Mary told the nurse that
she wanted to see "Doc" Sheffield in private, and then told the
man most of what was going on in the Fisher house. Doc. Shef-
field insisted on examining both girls, and taking a urine-sample
from all three women. After examining both June, and her little
sister Suzy, the doctor told Mary that both girls were healthy,
unhurt by losing their virginities, and it would probably be OK
for both girls to continue with their sexual activities. He
assured Mary that both children were big enough, and healthy
enough to bear a child if they wanted to. Even little Suzy would
probably be all right. In fact, he told Mary he thought June was
a little "too healthy", if she knew what he meant. Mary raised
her eyebrows at this, and "Doc" Sheffield responded by handing
the woman a cardboard-box, about 6-inches square. Mary opened
the box, and found an even half-dozen home-pregnancy kits packed
inside. When the doctor assured her that June's test wasn't con-
clusive yet, but her and Suzy's were negative, Mary decided she
had better stock up on baby-things.
A week later, Mary used the first of the kits on June, and
the little girl tested positive. June figured that she had
gotten pregnant, "first shot up the tube." by her big brother.
Jeremy kept on fucking his little sister, enjoying the
thought of his little sister having a baby for them both to love.
The boy also kept on having sex with his mother, as Mary had gone
"off the pill", and was working as hard as little Suzy to get
pregnant by her own son.
Suzy slept with her father every night, and each night Dan
would deposit a healthy load of sperm in his little girl's belly,
and Suzy would go to sleep with her father's seed soaking into
her receptive young womb. Each morning, Dan would mount his
little girl, and send the child out to play with a fresh load of
her father's sperm soaking into her womb, held inside the girl's
tight little belly by a rubber diaphragm that his daughter had
gotten from "Doc" Sheffield. The doctor had shown the little
girl how to use the device, and told her that it could be used to
keep sperm inside a woman's womb, as well as outside. Suzy
preferred the first choice.
CHAPTER 11
Ginny's Dream
It was absolutely astounding how a little thing like a 1-
week trip to baseball camp for a little boy, could cause such a
mixup. It was all caused by bad timing, and mixed signals.
It all started the day Mike left. Little Ginny was almost
in tears. The little girl had gotten used to her big brother
sleeping with her, and the boy had been keeping her sexually
satisfied with his tongue and fingers (with some help from
Billy). Ginny hadn't missed the sex, until she got that first
taste. Now the little girl was after her big brothers to lick
her off, three or four times a day. She had gotten Mike to sleep
with her most nights (when he wasn't sleeping with her older
sister, Cindy). Ginny didn't begrudge her brother the sex he got
from her older sister, knowing how much better if must feel to
the boy, but she couldn't wait until she was old enough to get on
the pill, so she could have him, or her big brother fuck her for
real. The two siblings would suck each other off two or three
times a night. Little Mike was getting to be quite an expert at
licking the little girl's pussy, and getting her to cum. Ginny
was no slouch at a blow-job either. The two children would
usually go to sleep, head-to-tail, so that hey could suck each
other off, any time they felt like it. Once, little Ginny had
managed to suck her brother off 4 times in a night without waking
the little boy up. Mike had never been able to return the favor
though. Just one lick of her horny little snatch was enough to
wake Ginny from the soundest sleep, and have her begging for Mike
to finish the job.
Occasionally, the two youngsters would try to fuck. Mike
had gotten ahold of some condoms, but his prick was much too big
for the little girl, and besides, it didn't feel nearly as good.
Mike said he'd rather fuck his fist, than use a rubber. Still,
oral sex was pretty good, and the two children did amazingly
well.
Now Ginny found herself suddenly without a sex-partner,
after getting used to having it on a regular basis. The little
girl didn't even have Billy to fall back on. Billy and Cindy
were spending the week at Marylin' place, meeting the girl's
relatives, and making preparations for their wedding in two
months. Billy had promised that he would come over, and "help-
out" his little sister, at least once a day, but that seemed like
an awful long time, to the little girl, between sexual-bouts.
Especially when she had been used to getting it three to five
times a day. Cindy had noticed her little sister moping, and had
volunteered to either help herself, or maybe have Mr. Stockdale
help out. Ginny was thrilled with the idea of making love to Mr.
Stockdale, but decided that she wanted her first time with the
handsome schoolteacher to be "the real thing", not a hurried
tongue-job. She did take up Cindy on her other offer, and found
out that sex with another girl could be nice. Not as nice as
with a man, but nice. Still, Cindy was spending most of her time
with the older man, as the two of them tried to get John moved
into the garage/apartment before the upcoming school year.
The first day, was only mildly frustrating to the little
girl. Billy came over shortly after noon, and left the little
girl weak and limp from climaxes in just half an hour. Cindy
came into the little girl's bedroom after supper, and helped her
little sister get off, before going to join John in the garage
where they were going to try out the new bed that had just been
installed.
The next day was sheer sexual torture for the little girl.
Cindy wasn't able to do much more that help finger her little
sister off, in the morning before she and John Stockdale took off
for a day of furniture-shopping. Billy called, in the afternoon,
and said he wouldn't be able to come over until much later,
because he and Marylin were going to go and visit one of her
relatives. The day seemed to just drag to the horny little girl.
It seemed that everyone was getting sex but her. She woke up in
the morning, and heard her parents "tearing off a piece", as
usual. At breakfast, a little later, the casual undress, of the
family, that she had hardly noticed before, seemed almost de-
signed to call attention to the sex she wasn't getting. To see
Cindy, in the dishabille of her bra and panties, snuggling up to
her handsome lover, with a wet-spot that stained the older girl's
panties, proclaiming that they, at least, were not depriving each
other, seemed almost like an affront to the child. Ginny loved
her older sister, but she wished that, just this once, until Mike
got back from vacation, the older girl would dress "decent".
Ginny knew she wasn't being fair, but it seemed that life wasn't
being "fair" to her either. After a bad start, things went
downhill.
First, Billy called, to tell the little girl he'd be late.
He assured Ginny that he'd be over if he could. Already it was
starting to sound bad. Then, after a quick "hand-job" from her
big sister that barely took the edge off, Cindy and John took off
shopping. After her father left for work, and her mother went
grocery-shopping, Ginny found herself alone in the big house for
the first time in almost a year. Ginny tried to watch tele-
vision, but turned it off when it seemed that there was nothing
on but daytime soaps with steamily-suggestive love scenes, and
the commercials always showed big handsome men chasing drop-dead-
gorgeous girls down some beach, where they ended up in a clinch.
Ginny was almost going nuts.
The little girl wandered around the house for a while. She
actually stopped, and cleaned up her room, she was that desper-
ate. About noon-time, Arlene called and asked if Ginny could fix
herself a TV dinner for lunch, as she had met an old friend at
the store, and the woman had invited her out to lunch at a res-
taurant.
After the thrill of being in charge of the house started to
drag, Ginny found herself nosing around. She poked into her big
brother's room, and found his stack of Playboy magazines. For a
few minutes, she leafed through them, until the sexy girls, and
handsome guys started to get her even more worked up. Ginny
started to return the stack to where she got it, when a slimmer
magazine slipped out. Ginny picked it up, and was about to slip
it back in the pile, when she noticed that the girl on the cover
of this magazine wore nothing but a grin, and a face-full of
white stringy cum. Her big brother had left a porno magazine
stuffed in with the Playboys.
Unable to help herself, the little girl leafed through the
skin-magazine. When she came to the picture of a girl who must
not have been much older than Cindy, laying on her back, as a big
handsome man knelt between her legs, squirting thick slippery
ropes of cum into the hole that the girl was holding open with
her fingers, Ginny couldn't take it any more. She leaned against
the wall, and brought herself off with her fingers. This was not
very satisfying, but it brought some relief. Hurriedly, Ginny
stuffed her big brother's magazines back where she got them, and
left the room, before she got any more frustrated.
Continuing her "poking-around", Ginny found herself in her
parent's bedroom. Ginny hadn't been alone in her parent's bed-
room for years. Thinking about it, she realized that she must
have been only 5, the last time she had been in here alone. That
was the last time she had slept with her parents. Ginny vaguely
remembered that she used to sleep in her parents bedroom, until
she reached the age of 5, and then for some reason, she had
stopped, and from then on, she had her own room. "I wonder what
brought that thought up?" Ginny asked herself, as she continued
her explorations.
Ginny's attention was caught by the rack of books behind the
headboard of the bed. If you knew Ginny, this would be no sur-
prise. At the ripe old age of 9, Ginny was already showing signs
of becoming a bookworm. Ginny started looking at the books her
father kept handy. No porno stuff here, she thought. Her father
didn't buy books to look at, when he bought a book, it was to
read. Ginny started looking through the titles:
Green Odyssey.....................something science-fictiony
Stranger in a strange land........more science-fiction.
Asimov's Guide to the Bible?......Funny, religion?
Alice through the looking-glass...Ginny had already read it.
Autobiography of a flea...........Ugh! Ginny hated insects.
Lolita, the story of a young girl.This looks interesting.
Ginny settled down on the bed to peruse the last book in the
string. She liked stories of girls her age, but wondered why her
father would read one. Lolita. Funny name for a girl. Ginny
thought she remembered hearing the name of that book before, but
the reference wouldn't come. Ginny popped a jelly-bean in her
mouth from the candy-jar beside the bed, and settled in to read.
15 minutes later, her breath was coming fast, and she had to put
the book down. This was a story about a young girl all right. A
young girl who seduced her own father! Ginny pushed the book
back in the shelf, and grabbed the one next to it.
"Autobiography of a flea. Sounds kind of dry, but I need
something to take my mind off sex for a while." She thought to
herself. "This ought to turn me off." She opened the book, and
started to read. At first, it was kind of sick. Some kind of
story about a flea, references to "bloodsuckers", and a young
girl named Belle. After a while, it read more like a romance,
than a story about fleas. It wasn't until she reached the point
where the priest seduces the 14-year-old girl, that Ginny real-
ized that this book was even hotter than the previous one. She
hadn't realized that her daddy was a pervert, when it came to
reading material. Still, these did make good reading. The
trouble was, Ginny was already so hot she was about to explode,
the last thing she needed, was a book to get her more aroused.
Ginny wondered if her father was really interested in young
girls. The books he read, seemed to suggest it. Maybe he'd be
interested in her, if she acted sexy around him. It had been
fun, what they did the other day, but her father had made no
further advances to the little girl, so she figured he wasn't
interested. Maybe she was wrong. Ginny determined to find out.
Putting the books back, Ginny kept on looking. Wow! A
string of videos, some of them obviously X-rated:
Debbie does Dallas...The whole town?
Deep throat..........No way!
Taboo II.............Taboo? Sounds like a witch-doctor.
Curious, Ginny turned on the bedside TV, and slipped the
cartridge into the VCR slot. Somebody had been watching the
film, and hadn't rewound it. Ginny was about to push the rewind
button when the screen snapped into full color and sound, as the
VCR slipped automatically into "PLAY".
"I never saw anybody fuck their sister before." Ginny's
hand snapped away from the rewind button as though it had been
slapped. The little girl watched, as the madly fucking couple,
on the screen worked towards their climax, encouraged by a young-
er girl who was obviously enjoying the show. "Oh! He is good,
like you said he was" Said the cute blonde playing the "little
sister", on the screen. Shortly, Ginny watched the older boy, as
he tensed up, and began squirting sperm inside his "little
sister". The boy pulled his cock out of the girl. His "sister"
reached down, grabbed her "brother's" huge cock in her little
hand, and milked several drops of creamy sperm onto her belly.
Then the girl hurriedly pushed her "big brother's" still squirt-
ing cock back inside her vagina, where it belonged, and resumed
fucking. Ginny turned the video off. This was the last straw.
She was so horny, she could cry. In fact, she started to. Ginny
blindly stuffed the cartridge back on the shelf, and ran to her
own room, where she started bawling. "It just isn't Fair!" She
said to herself. "Everybody else is getting it. Why can't I?"
Snuffling, the little girl cried herself to sleep. By the time
she woke up, her mother had returned, and the house was filling
with wonderful aromas, as the little woman prepared dinner.
Ginny resolved to ask her mother for help, After all, look
what Arlene had done for Cindy. With this resolution, Ginny
started to feel better, and headed for dinner.
As stated before, Arlene had a lot of empathy. However, you
didn't need to be an empath, to see that there was something
wrong with Ginny, as she dragged herself to the dinner table.
The little girl's nose was red and swollen, her eyes were blood-
shot, and there were wrinkles in her pretty little face that had
obviously been put there when the little girl had fallen asleep
with her face pressed into her teddy-bear. Ginny had outgrown
the bear several years ago, but still turned to it when there was
no one else.
The smells of Arlene's cooking was usually enough to revive
a faint heart, but the little woman could tell that this was no
small matter. "What's the matter Ginny?" She inquired, her
heart going out to the little girl.
George paused, the cup of coffee halfway to his mouth. The
distress of his smallest child almost broke his heart. The
little girl always seemed so sad, but this was heartrending. He
swore to himself, that if there was anything that he could do to
help his little girl, it would get done. He wished he knew what
to do to make the little girl happy, Lord knows he tried. He
sometimes had nightmares, thinking that it was his fault, and
that he was responsible for the child's distress. Ginny had been
such a bright and cheerful child, during her first few years.
Then, she had started losing the bright smile and sunny disposi-
tion. She had never caused any trouble. In fact, she was almost
too well-behaved. It was almost as though she were working for
some reward that never seemed to materialize. About 3 years ago,
the little girl had started appearing in her parent's bedroom
doorway, with a wistful, almost hopeful look in her face every
night. When asked what she wanted, she would always reply:
"Nothing Daddy. Love you." and retreat to her bedroom. This
had gone on for a few months, until the child seemed to outgrow
it. George and Arlene had discussed the matter, but if the
little girl insisted that nothing was wrong, there wasn't much
they could do. Still, the two adults worried, and watched their
little offspring.
The previous month, during what the whole family still
referred to as "the orgy", they had seen the first seemingly
genuine smile on the little girls face in years. Afterwards,
Ginny had seemed to open up, and the wistful look had been reced-
ing, until tonight. George and Arlene had been looking forward
to a quiet evening, with most of their children out of the house
(Cindy had snuck over to John's apartment, for 1 last fling,
before her "dry spell"). They planned to go over and help the
Summers in some preliminary wedding preparations later, but had
certainly not expected anything like this!
Ginny began sobbing, as she collapsed in her mother's arms.
"I can't stand it." She wailed. "It's too much, getting it,
then losing it."
"Getting and losing what, Honey?" Arlene made a stab in the
dark. "You mean sex?" She inquired.
"That too." Sniffled Ginny. "It's just that I got to sleep
with Mike, and it felt so good to snuggle up with someone again,
someone who loved you, and was happy to make love to you. Now
he's gone, Billy's gone, Cindy's gone, and I'm all alone!" The
little girl burst out sobbing uncontrollably into her mother's
hair. "Not getting any sex, doesn't help either." She continued
after a minute.
George looked at his wife, Arlene looked back. They both
nodded. George coughed, and said. "We're here Honey. If it'd
make you feel better, you can sleep with us 'till Mike gets
back."
"We'll also help you out with your other problem." Assured
Arlene. "Your father and I will help you get off. George can
use a rubber, so you don't get pregnant. It's not as if you were
a virgin."
Ginny was so excited, she didn't bother to correct her
mother's assumption. "You mean I can sleep with you, again?"
She asked, eagerly. "The whole night?" Ginny waited breathless-
ly for the answer.
"Sure, why not?" Said George, as he and Arlene both missed
the significance of the little word "again", that meant so much
to their little girl.
"And Daddy'd have sex with me and everything?"
"Well, not everything, we don't want you getting pregnant."
Laughed Arlene. "But, pretty much everything else. You'll have
to wait until after we get back from the Summers' though. We
promised to help out over there, this evening."
"Oh thank you, Momma! But I don't mind. Daddy can get me
pregnant if he want's to." The little girl kissed her astonished
mother, and gave her such a bright sunny smile that it was hard
to believe this was the same girl. Arlene was so surprised by
her little girl's words, that for once in her 40-odd years, she
was speechless.
"Thank you too Daddy." Ginny dashed over to her father,
plumped herself in his lap, and gave him such a loving look that
his heart jumped in his chest. "Kiss me Daddy." The little girl
begged. "Please?"
George looked over at his wife, who was looking back at him
with some amusement. He kissed his little girl. It started out
as a peck, then a smooch, then a genuine kiss. George stopped
for breath. "Whooo, Honey. You're getting your poor old father
all excited." He warned.
"More Daddy, Please? Do it like you loved me. Like you do
Momma. I love you so much, Daddy." The little girl implored, as
she turned her angelic little face up for more.
George looked at his wife, gave a shrugging motion. Arlene
smiled back at him and nodded. "OK Hon." George told his over-
eager offspring. "But this'll have to do until after we get
back. OK?" At the little girl's eager nod, he bent his lips
down to his daughter's.
It was like a shock went through both of them. Ginny opened
her mouth, and got a mouthful of her father's tongue! Eagerly
she kissed back. Her father was an even better kisser than
Billy! Ginny explored her father's mouth with her tongue, while
she felt the man's hands running up and down her almost naked
little body, finally centering on her sensitive little breasts.
The excitement, after a whole day of frustrations was too much
for Ginny, the little girl began to climax, rubbing her
overheated little snatch on her father's leg, as she desperately
continued the kiss. Taking pity on his little girl, George
slipped a finger up inside the child's climaxing little hole, and
helped her work off her orgasm. The little girl was climaxing so
hard, and squeezing his finger so hard, that it was almost as
though she were still a virgin, he thought.
Finally, Ginny came back to reality. "Thank you Daddy."
She breathed. "You don't know how much I needed that." She gave
her father a smile that almost blew him away. He hadn't seen a
smile like that on Ginny's face since. . . George couldn't remem-
ber.
"Oh, I've got some idea." Chucked George, looking down at
his lovely young daughter's creaming little slit, that had just
been squeezing the heck out of his probing finger. "Now, let's
eat dinner. That'll have to hold you until your mother and I get
back tonight. Think you can wait 'til then?"
Ginny nodded. After all, She'd been waiting for years, a
few more hours would be easy.
Ginny was wrong. After cleaning up the dinner dishes that
her parents had left to her care, the time seemed to drag forev-
er. If she hadn't known better, she would have sworn the clock
stopped running every time she wasn't looking at it. And when
she did look at it, the seconds seemed to take minutes, the
minutes seemed like hours. "Christ!" The little girl swore to
herself. Had only an hour passed since they left. It seemed
like weeks! She tried to watch television, but the shows were
all so boring, compared with what was coming. The little girl
jittered around the house, until she decided she'd better settle
down. Being nervous wasn't making the time go faster. Maybe if
she read a book.
Ginny looked through her stock of books from the library.
Somehow "The Babysitter's Club" sounded kind of asinine, when
you might be making a baby yourself. Ginny decided to borrow one
of her father's books. She brightened. That "Flea" book had
been hot!
Shortly, Ginny was ensconced in her bedroom, nightie pulled
up around her waist, as she fingered herself off while reading
the erotic book. When she got to the part where the Father im-
pregnates his own daughter, thinking it was his neighbor-girl
Belle, Ginny forced herself to a climax. "Whhaauuuh! WhOOOoooo."
The little girl gasped as she relaxed afterwards.
Ginny felt so satisfied, she snuggled down into the thick
furry bedspread. She was so relaxed, she found it hard to con-
tinue reading. The story continued on, about how the flea was so
bored at the priest's sermon, that he went to sleep. Ginny
followed suit.
Two hours later, George and Arlene returned, and found
little Ginny fast asleep on her bed. The little girl made quite
a picture. Just a little over 9 years old, her immature young
body looked much too little for sex, but lying there, with her
little fingers still stuck inside her pouting little slit, she
made an erotic picture that would have had the dirty old men of
the world squirting sperm all over, from just a look. Even on
her own mother and father, the effect was terrific.
"Whooo. Would you look at that?" Said Arlene.
George was already looking, and it was obvious to Arlene,
that he was getting aroused. "Look at what she's reading." He
gasped, pointing to the book dangling from their little girl's
fingers.
Arlene snickered. "I thought you were going to put that
book away, where the kids couldn't find it."
"I was, but then, it seemed that the kids were all having
sex anyway, so it didn't seem to matter anymore." Replied
George.
"I suppose you're right." Sighed Arlene.
The two parents decided not to wake the little girl. Arlene
took the book from the child's limp fingers, and placed it care-
fully on the nightstand. After all, it wasn't as if the little
girl didn't know what sex was all about. Carefully, George
pulled the bedspread over his sleeping little girl, taking one
last horny look at the child's finger stuck up in the pouting
lips of her immature young vagina. Taking a last deep breath,
the two parents let themselves out of the little girl's room.
"I saw you, you dirty old man. Sneaking peeks at your own
little girl's snatch." Arlene's grin belied her angry words, as
they got undressed.
"Yeah, who was it earlier, who told the little girl that
Daddy would take care of her sexually tonight?" Responded
George.
"Me. What's the matter big boy? Don't you think you're up
to fucking your own little girl?" Arlene loved teasing her
husband, and getting him hot. "Or maybe its me, that you're no
longer able to service."
"Think so huh? C'mere wench!" George grabbed his wife, and
began kissing her. "Did you hear what Ginny said, when you told
her that I's help her out tonight?" He inquired after a short
tussle.
"You mean when she said she didn't mind if you got her
pregnant?" Asked Arlene. "I bet that gave you a hard-on."
"Almost made me cum in my pants, you mean." Replied George.
"If we hadn't promised to help out, over at the Summers' I'd
probably have fucked the kid right there on the floor, and with-
out any rubber either."
"George! You wouldn't!" Exclaimed Arlene, pretending to be
shocked.
George wasn't fooled. "Excites you, doesn't it Hon?" He
asked. "Thinking of watching me impregnate that little girl.
Here, why don't you pretend that you're Ginny, and Daddy's going
to fuck you and try to get you pregnant?"
Arlene dropped right into the role. "Oh Daddy," She
squeaked, in a high, little-girl voice. "Are you going to put
that big thing in me tonight?"
Even the thought was too much for George. Hurriedly he
climbed aboard the little woman, and started fucking her for all
he was worth. "Oh Ginny!" He exclaimed. "Daddy's cumming in his
little girl."
"Oh Daddy!, Fuck me. Knock me up Daddy!" Arlene climaxed
herself, as she felt a stream of her husband's sperm enter her
belly, imagining it was her father, trying to get her pregnant.
It was always a pleasure and a surprise to the woman, when
she felt how much sperm the man always had to squirt in her
belly. Now, imagining that her father was trying to impregnate
her, the stream of slippery cum pouring into her womb made the
hot woman climax like never before. It was several minutes
before she came down from her peak.
"Whooo, That was good." She finally said.
"MMM Hmmm." Replied George. Even imagining getting his
little girl pregnant was too much. "Do you suppose she meant
it?" He asked his wife.
"Even if she did, you'd better not." Replied Arlene.
"I suppose you're right. Still, it was quite a turn-on."
Arlene had to agree, but was so relaxed after her mighty
orgasm that shortly, she fell asleep.
George remained awake for a few more minutes. There was
something about fucking little Ginny that was faintly disturbing,
even though the little girl was already being fucked by her two
older brothers, and obviously was willing. Tired, George could-
n't quite put his finger on what was bothering him. . . something
about sleeping with the little girl. . .
George was asleep.
Ginny was having the old dream again. She was sleeping,
next to her father, when she felt his cock growing between her
legs. This part of the dream was always the same. The little
girl reached down, and grabbed her father's growing penis, and
slid it up against her little hole. Gooey liquid began seeping
from the little slit on the end, and Ginny started smearing it
all over the man's prick, making the whole thing wet and slip-
pery. She then tightened her legs up around her father's big
cock, and began riding it like a horse. Back and forth, back and
forth the big cock went between her legs. By this time, Ginny
was starting to get wet herself. She began pushing her father's
penis up against her tiny little hole, and using her hands to
jack him off.
It was at this point, that the two endings to the dream
varied. Tonight, Ginny was lucky. It was the happy ending.
As Ginny jacked her father off (in her dream) she felt his
big penis suddenly grow even bigger. Hurriedly, the little girl
pushed her father's suddenly spewing cock up against her little
hole, and felt suddenly wet and slippery inside, as her father
sent gush after gush of warm greasy sperm up inside his own
little girl's receptive young belly. Ginny was proud of herself,
taking her father's sperm inside her. She knew her father
squirted this white stuff up inside her mother, to make a baby.
She was so happy that he'd want to do it to her also. At this
point, in her dream, Ginny would usually fall asleep, with her
father's potent sperm trapped inside her tight little hole.
Suddenly Ginny woke up. She remembered the dream. Only
Ginny knew it hadn't been a dream. It had actually happened.
Many times. The little girl had been only 5 years old, when she
found out that her father was subject to almost nightly wet-
dreams, and she had started taking advantage of the fact. For
almost a month the little girl had jacked her father off into her
tiny little belly, in the middle of the night.
Ginny also remembered the nightmare. One night, her father
had started to squirt his sperm inside her, when something about
his dream made him think he was fucking his wife when they were
younger. Ginny could tell, by the mumbles her father made about
"Arlene, Honey, take it inside you. Please?" Suddenly, Ginny
felt her father's penis pushing up against her little hole with a
force never felt before. Each copious squirt of her father's
sperm inside the child lubricated the man's penis more, until it
actually started to stretch her tiny little hole, and go inside.
"Ow! Daddy, Go easy. I'm not Mommy, you know." The loving
words of the little girl woke up her father. He was still in the
throes of a mighty climax, and he looked down, and saw himself
pumping the last of his incestuous sperm right up inside the
welcoming belly of his tiny little 5-year-old girl. George had
been horrified.
Ginny had never seen her father so mad. She didn't know
that his anger was all directed at himself, not at her. All the
little girl knew, was that her father was obviously extremely
angry about something. The next thing she knew, the little girl
was in her own room, where she had never really slept before in
her life. From then on, her father's bed was forbidden to her.
Ginny later figured that her father was mad at her for
crying out. After all, she had been jacking him off for a month,
and he had never complained, so she figured that what was differ-
ent, was that she had complained, when he tried to put his cock
up inside her. Ginny wished she could go back, and let him do it
to her again. She swore to herself she'd never complain, no
matter how much it hurt. She knew she'd give anything to feel
that her father loved her again. Ginny had always adored her
father, and would have done anything for him. Now, to know that
her father was mad at her, since he wouldn't let her sleep with
him anymore was devastating to the little girl. For weeks after-
wards, she had begged him to let her sleep with him, but he was
adamant. There was nothing the little girl could say to get him
to change his mind. Ginny decided that she had to earn her
father's love again, so the little girl set out to try and make
it up to him any way she could. She figured that if she was good
enough, maybe someday, her father would let her sleep with him
again.
For one whole year, Ginny had worked at being the best
little girl a father could have. Each night, she had paused at
her parent's bedroom door, in the hope that they would invite her
back inside again. Each night, the hope had been in vain. After
the first week, George had figured that the little girl knew why
he didn't let her sleep with him, he was so scared of hurting his
little girl. As it was, he began to worry that he might have
scarred the little girl mentally, by fucking her. Every once in
a while, he would wonder if her moodiness was because she was
worried he might try it again. Therefore, George did his best to
distance himself from the little girl, scared about what he might
do to her, if he found himself alone with the child, not realiz-
ing that this made it look to Ginny as though her father didn't
love her anymore.
After a while, Ginny stopped trying to make her father love
her again. She could tell it was hopeless. Her father obviously
still cared for her, somewhat, but he was never close like
before. Her little heart kept on aching, and the night that she
had "goofed-up" was burned into her memory forever. Most child-
ren don't remember things that happen when they are 5, but Ginny
knew that she would remember every detail of that night until the
day she died. She knew she couldn't go back and undo what hap-
pened that night, but she swore that if she ever got a chance,
she wouldn't cry out, even if her father killed her in the pro-
cess.
Now suddenly, Ginny felt like she was in heaven. Her father
loved her again. He said so. More important, he had acted like
it. He hadn't pushed her away, when she kissed him. In fact, he
had kissed her back in a manner that was guaranteed to make
little Ginny's heart jump for joy. Not only that, but he had
told her that she could sleep with him again, and that he would
make love to her, when she was ready.
Ginny was suddenly wide awake. "Oh my GOD!" She thought to