From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Zucchini (Mf, inc) [1/5]
Date: 19 Oct 1996 16:02:39 GMT

			     The Zucchini
			   An Erotic Story
			       Part One

	It was about nine years ago, that I started having sex with my
daughter.

	I had just taken a bath, and was on my way back to my bedroom,
when I heard a funny sound from our daughter's bedroom.

	Thinking that Lynn might have hurt herself, I looked in to see
what was wrong. It was quite an erotic sight that greeted me. The
little twelve-year-old girl was lying on her bed, legs spread, and was
poking something into her tight little slit. Whatever it was, was
green, and it must have been over seven inches long. At first, I
thought it was a cucumber, but any cucumber I've ever seen that long,
would have split the little girl wide open. Lynn was grunting and
panting, each time she forced another inch of the vegetable up inside
herself. By the time she managed to get all except the last inch
inside herself, I had recognized it.

	It was a zucchini.

	Yes, a zucchini. You know, those long green squashes that grow
so well in the summertime. My wife puts them in about everything. The
Japanese slice them up, and stir-fry them. We always had several
plants growing in the garden, and that year we had them almost coming
out our ears. Along with tomatoes, cucumbers and beans. After that
day, I was never able to look at a cucumber or zucchini in the same
way again. A few times before, my wife and I had joked about how one
of the bigger ones looked just like an oversized dildo. We never
expected our own daughter to actually USE one for that purpose though.

	Now that I think about it, they look almost designed for the
purpose.

	Also, they come in any size necessary, to fit any vagina. All
you have to do, is pick them when they reach the size you want.

	When I got back to the bedroom, and told my wife what our
little girl was up to, she got mad at ME! "Why didn't you stop her?"
she asked.

	When I protested that I didn't want Lynn to think I was spying
on her, she reminded me that the girl HAD left the door wide open, so
that I would be sure to see her, when I went by. She told me that Lynn
must have WANTED me to see her. "You can't just let her grow up using
vegetables to get off with," she told me. "She'll never be able to
relate properly to a man, if all her early experience with sex is just
some frigid cucumber."

	"Well gee," I asked my wife, "what did you expect me to do? Go
into her room and fuck her?"

	My wife just looked at me. I couldn't believe it. My own wife
actually EXPECTED me to fuck my own daughter, to "save her" from
masturbating with a stupid vegetable.

	"God, I can't," I said, though my cock was hard as a brickbat,
at the very thought. "What if I got her pregnant?"

	"Oh don't be silly!" she replied, "she's only twelve years
old. Now you get in there, and help that little girl out, before I
have to. I don't want her to be a lesbian either, but that's better
than being frigid."

	I almost chuckled to myself. After seeing Lynn with that
zucchini stuffed up her tight little snatch, I knew our daughter was
going to be anything but frigid. I could have argued with my wife, but
I didn't really feel like it. After all, how often does YOUR wife
encourage you to fuck some younger woman? Even, (or especially) a
twelve-year-old? I thought so. Mine too. If I missed out on this
chance, I'd probably be kicking myself still.

	I hurried back across the hall, to our daughter's bedroom. My
chat with my wife hadn't taken more than about two minutes, but I
didn't want to get there AFTER Lynn was finished. I was still naked
from the bath, so I didn't even have to get undressed.

	When I stuck my head back into my daughter's bedroom, she was
still at it. In fact, she looked like she was just getting into it
good. God did she look sexy! I quite often saw her naked in the
mornings, as nobody in our house saw anything wrong about parading
around in the altogether, as long as there was only family to see.
Always before, it hadn't bothered me to see my little girl naked. Not
even when she plumped herself down on my lap, and kissed me goodnight.
Well, maybe it HAD bothered me a little.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Zucchini (Mf, inc) [2/5]
Date: 19 Oct 1996 16:03:14 GMT

			     The Zucchini
			   An Erotic Story
			       Part Two

	Still, it's one thing to see your daughter naked, running
happily around the house. It's quite another, to see her with a
zucchini up her hairless little snatch, grunting and groaning, as she
works herself off.

	At twelve, Lynn was the perfect blend of child and woman. The
kind of look that those skinny international models work half their
lives to achieve... tiny budding breasts, slim hips and long slender
legs. Even I was aroused.

	Aroused, Hell. I was so horny, I could have fucked the
zucchini myself! (Just kidding. Well, almost.)

	Lynn didn't see me at first, until I was almost next to her.
When she did, she was scared at first. Her mouth fell open in fright,
and she started to try and hide herself, but I stopped her.

	"It's OK, Lynn," I said, as I gently reached between her legs,
and removed her hand from the zucchini, "Daddy's going to help."
Lynn's eyes got big, as she felt me remove the green imitation-penis
from her body.

	"You don't have to use this," I said, dropping the zucchini in
the wastebasket. "I'll give you the real thing, any time you need it."

	Lynn started to object, "But Daddy, I... "

	I hushed her. "Shhh!" I said, "It's OK. Daddy's got just what
you need." By this time, I was on the bed with her, and had moved one
of her legs out of the way, so that I could get between them. "Now
take my cock, and put it inside you, just like you did with the
zucchini."

	For a second, I thought she wouldn't do it. Lynn just froze
for a second, before she reacted. After all, you don't expect your own
father to come into your room, and replace the vegetable you're
masturbating with, with his own cock. At least most girls don't.
Still, Lynn must have been hornier than a bitch in heat. Why ELSE
would she have been using a cock-shaped vegetable to stuff the wrong
hole with? After only a second or two's pause, she reached out with
her soft little hand, and placed the head of my already leaking cock
up against her tight little slit. I pushed.

	I felt a tight ring clamp around the head of my penis, as Lynn
let out a slight, "Ow." My prick was slightly bigger around, than the
zucchini, but not much longer. I almost let her have it right then,
but I managed to restrain myself. I pushed in a little more. Lynn
gritted her teeth, but didn't complain.

	I slid out about a half-inch, then in almost a whole one. This
time, Lynn didn't even wince. She even pushed back at me a little. I
pulled out a little. This time when I pushed in, almost Three inches
slid into my little girl's body. God! Did that feel good. Lynn
moaned. I guess it felt good to her too.

	After three strokes, I had bottomed out in the little girl. I
wasn't able to get may whole cock inside her, but the six inches or so
that I did, felt like they were in heaven. I could feel the head of my
cock pushing hard up against my daughter's cervix, whenever I reached
bottom.

	Lynn yelped a little each time I did so, so I tried to keep
from pushing too hard.

	"Oh Daddy," said Lynn, "it feels so gooood!"

	I had to agree. Feeling my little girl's tight little slit
squeezing on my cock like that, almost had me filling the little
girl's tight little belly full of baby-juice, before we properly got
started. Somehow, I managed to restrain myself, enough to do a good
job. I lay down on top of her, and had her put her arms around me, so
we could fuck more comfortably.

	The feel of her smooth little twelve-year-old belly rubbing
against mine, was almost enough to get me off again. Luckily, there
was a distraction.

	"In a minute... ," said my wife.

	Lynn and I almost jumped out of our respective skins. My wife
was standing right next to us, and was talking to Lynn. Neither of us
had noticed her come in. That's not too surprising, considering. At
first, I was a little nervous, at being caught with my penis all the
way up inside our little girl, but then I remembered just WHO had
suggested that I do this. When Lynn saw that I wasn't scared, she
relaxed also.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Zucchini (Mf, inc) [3/5]
Date: 19 Oct 1996 16:03:51 GMT

			     The Zucchini
			   An Erotic Story
			      Part three

	My cock jumped in my daughter's belly, and began spasming the
little girl full of squirt after squirt of my incestuous seed. I felt
bulge after bulge of cum ripple through the tube on the bottom of my
cock, before being injected into the body of my little girl.

	I couldn't have pulled out if I had wanted to, as Lynn had her
legs wrapped around me, as she worked to get her own father to
reproduce inside her. Not only that, but my wife had both hands on my
ass, as she pushed down, forcing my ejaculating prick as far up inside
our daughter's young belly, as it would go. Not that I WOULD have
pulled out anyway. I knew that Lynn was too young yet to get pregnant,
and I wanted her to feel what it was like, to have a man squirt his
sperm inside her. That way, she'd know what it felt like, when a man
makes a baby inside a woman. I wanted my daughter to have a complete
sex-education.

	After I finally stopped, my wife had me get up, while she
examined our daughter. Lynn wasn't bleeding, (She must have broken her
hymen some days earlier, when we hadn't noticed.) but she was a little
sore. So my wife had our daughter slip a pillow under her cute little
ass, so my sperm wouldn't leak out on the bed while she was lying
there, and take a nap.

	"Thanks, Daddy," said Lynn sleepily, as we went back to OUR
bedroom.

	"Thank YOU, Lynn," I replied, awed at what we had just done
together.

	No sooner had we gotten back to our room, than my wife wanted
me to fuck HER! It seems, that watching me impregnate our little girl,
had gotten her hotter than a firecracker. It took her almost twenty
minutes of one of the best blow-jobs I ever got, before she managed to
get enough life back into me. Once we were fucking, she had me cumming
in less than two minutes more; as she pretended that SHE was Lynn, and
I was making a baby in HER. We were both a little sad afterwards; as
she had stopped having periods almost a year before, and she was only
thirty-four years old. (thirty-five, at the time I fucked Lynn.)

	The rest of the day, was fairly normal for us. You'd never
know that I had started the day by fucking my own daughter. Lynn acted
just like any ten-year-old girl, giggling and playing, and just being
Daddy's little girl. That night however, my wife insisted that I go
see Lynn, before she went to bed, and fuck her. Once again, she
watched to make sure that I didn't pull out, and that our daughter
went to sleep with her own father's sperm warming her tight little
belly. Then, we went back to OUR bed, and fucked like bunnies for
another hour.

	From then on, my wife insisted that I fuck Lynn at least once
a day, and squirt my cum inside her. She had me lick our daughter, so
Lynn learned about oral-sex. And, once I had came inside the girl at
least one time that day, she let Lynn suck me off, so our little girl
knew how to swallow cum as well. It was about a week after the first
time, that I had another surprise.

	Lynn and I were fucking on the little girl's bed, just before
she went to sleep, when all of a sudden she started yelling and
screaming underneath me. I was frightened, and almost lost my
erection, but Lynn's tight little cunny was squeezing and clamping on
my prick, in a manner that just wouldn't let me go.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Zucchini (Mf, inc) [4/5]
Date: 19 Oct 1996 16:04:44 GMT

			     The Zucchini
			   An Erotic Story
			      Part Four

	"Oh God, Lynn," I asked, "what's the matter?"

	My wife had come in to watch, and she giggled almost in my
ear.

	"I think she's having an orgasm," she said.

	I was shocked. All this time, Lynn had been enjoying herself
so much when we had sex, that I had just assumed she WAS having
orgasms. I hadn't expected something like this! It was only after Lynn
had calmed down, that I managed to work enough life back into my cock
to give her the nightly "injection" that my wife insisted I give our
little girl. Well, after that first orgasm, Lynn couldn't seem to get
enough.

	The little girl started following me around like a puppy-dog
follows its mother. (Or more correctly, like a horny male dog would
follow a bitch in heat.) It seems that the little girl wanted me to
fuck her all the time. Her big blue eyes would get all wide, and
disappointed looking, whenever I would refuse her, for whatever
reason.

	Yeah, I know; you don't believe a red-blooded male would ever
refuse to fuck a gorgeous, willing little nympho like Lynn, right?
Well, with an oversexed wife, AND an oversexed daughter, after me all
day long, it's a wonder I had any time to myself at all. It seemed
that each time I fucked Lynn, it would get my wife all excited, and
she'd want to fuck me too!

	It might have gotten out of hand; but I finally put my foot
down, and insisted that we keep the sex down to a major orgy, instead
of a bacchanalia. I may be oversexed, but there are limits, even to
me!

	For the next six years, I fucked Lynn almost every night. I
don't know why she never got pregnant, as I never pulled out, and we
never used birth-control. In fact, my daughter made a point of going
to sleep almost every night with a pillow under her butt, so that my
sperm would have a better chance of soaking into her womb, and getting
her pregnant.

	When Lynn was eighteen, she went off to college. We didn't see
her again, until she came home for Thanksgiving. While she was gone,
my wife and I slowed down in the sex-department. It seems, that
without Lynn to stir us up, we weren't quite so horny all the time.

	When Lynn DID come home, it was like lighting a fire in a
gas-station. It seems that SHE had missed having sex with me, almost
as much as we had missed her. We hardly had time to cut the turkey, as
the whole weekend was one long orgy, that didn't stop until she had to
return to class.

	Even on the way to the station, Lynn sucked me off, while I
fingered her tight little hole. (Yes, she was STILL tight. I think she
always will be.) She told me that she didn't like any of the boys at
school, as they all seemed so immature to her, after having such great
sex at home. Yes, she HAD tried it with one of them, (She made him
wear a rubber.) but it was such a let down, that she hadn't tried a
second time. I told her that in time, she'd meet the right man for
her. Lynn stopped her sucking, long enough to respond that she already
had: me.

	That caused me to lose control, and fill her greedy little
mouth with cum.

	Lynn went into the station, obscenely licking her lips, a
drool of white sticky cum dribbling down her chin. I love my kinky
little girl.

	When she came home for Christmas, it was almost a repeat of
Thanksgiving; until Lynn complained that she had to get a box for her
present. So, we all went shopping for one day, then went back to
almost non-stop sex. We barely managed to get the tree up.

	On Christmas morning, Lynn insisted that we open her big
present last.

	Once the whole room was filled with strings, wrapping paper,
and numerous gifts, the only thing remaining was Lynn's big box
labeled, "What you've always wanted. From Lynn, to the best mother and
father in the whole world."

	My wife had me open it. Inside the big box, was a slightly
smaller box, also gaily wrapped and beribboned. I grinned at my wife,
and she grinned back at me. This was going to be fun. This time, I
handed the box to my wife, so she could unwrap it. Lynn was holding
herself with excitement, as she watched.

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Zucchini (Mf, inc) [5/5]
Date: 19 Oct 1996 16:05:21 GMT

			     The Zucchini
			   An Erotic Story
			      Part Five

	I had seen this happen once before, and had told Lynn about
it, where a man gave his wife a present, wrapped up, box-within-a-box,
until at the middle was a diamond ring. I guess that's where Lynn got
the idea. What was in the middle of THIS box, I wouldn't swap for ten
diamond rings, though you can buy them for almost nothing.

	There must have been ten boxes, one within the other, before
we came to the last one. It was long and slim, and looked like a pen-
case. I guess that's what it had been originally, as one of the
earlier presents from Lynn to me HAD been a pen. My wife and I looked
at each other, and lifted the lid together.

	Inside, was one of the most ordinary of objects. A plain white
telescoping cylinder, sealed in a plastic wrapper. It took us a couple
of seconds, to realize what it was: an unopened tampon and applicator.

	We both looked at Lynn, who was hugging herself with glee.

	"I didn't need it this month," she explained.

			       The End