
The other night, I got a picture-file off the net, called 
"CUKE1A.GIF" that purported to be a picture of woman with a 
shaved pussy, with a cucumber up her snatch.  After downloading 
it, I looked closely, and saw that it wasn't a cucumber, but a 
zucchini.  It WAS sexy as hell.  I told Tammy about it, asking if 
she had any stories about girls using vegetables for sex.  Tammy 
had me send her a copy of the picture while she looked.  About a 
day later, she sent me this.  She SAYS it's a story given to her 
by a friend, quite a while ago, who wants to remain anonymous.  
It was originally called "A Christmas Present".  Tammy also says 
that the guy swears it's true.  I don't know.  Personally, I 
think it's just TOO much of a coincidence, and the picture is 
just too suggestive of the story.  Besides, it's written in too 
much of HER style, not some guy's.  On the other hand, I've never 
known Tammy to get out a new story in under a week.

You make up your own mind.

Oh yes, Get the .GIF file, and see if you don't think I'm right.

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     NNNN  NN  OO    OO     TT        II     CC        EE                  
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     DON'T LET YOUR KIDS SEE THIS!

     And don't try this at home, these are trained professionals.  
You, or someone you love could get hurt, if this isn't done under 
expert supervision.

     Anyone doing anything, and trying to point to this, as an 
example, is full of horse-turds.  This is a story.  It is not a 
recommendation, of something to do.  In fact, I strongly urge 
anyone even contemplating doing the things suggested by this 
story to seek professional help.  In a hurry!

     Final warning!
     This story contains mostly straight sex, between a man and a 
young girl.  It involves incest, and is definitely NOT "safe-sex" 
as the man actually tries to get the girl pregnant.  Yes 
knocked-up, baby-time.  If you're still reading this, you must 
like such stories.





                          The Zucchini
                         An Erotic Story

     It was about 9 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 ten-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 7 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 ten 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."





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     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 ten-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.  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 snatch, grunting and groaning, as she 
works herself off.  At ten, Lynn looked like a pedophiliacs 
wet-dream.  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 that an old goat.  Why 
ELSE would she have been using foodstuff, 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.





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     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 grit 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 10-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.
     My wife repeated herself.  "In a minute, Daddy's going to 
squirt his sperm inside you," she instructed.  "When he does, I 
want you to squeeze as hard as you can on his penis, so that it 
feels real good to him, and you get as much inside you, as you 
can."
     "Sperm, Momma?" asked Lynn, giving a grunt, as I pushed up a 
little harder inside her.
     "A thick sticky liquid.  Daddy will squirt it inside you," 
she explained.  "When he does, you'll feel a little wetness 
inside, and a lot slicker.  I want you to try and squeeze as much 
out of him, as you can.  That'll give you practice for when you 
get older, and want to get pregnant."
     All this talk about me squirting my sperm in my little girl, 
and getting her pregnant, pushed me over the edge.  I did it, 
just like my wife was encouraging me to do.  Well, I didn't get 
her pregnant, but I sure did my best to.





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     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 20 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 34 years old.  
(35, 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.


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     "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 beg off.  
Yeah, I know; you don't believe I begged off.  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 8 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 18, 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 letdown, 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.





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     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.
     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-
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 10 diamond rings, though you can buy them for 
almost nothing.
     There must have been 10 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.

     --------------------------------------------------------

     You will notice, that I never mentioned my wife's name, or 
mine either.  Nor our last names.  If you think I'm going to give 
any hints about who I am, or where I live, you're out of your 
mind.  I don't believe in lying, so I figured it was easier to 
just leave out everything that wasn't needed in the story.  As 
for Lynn, that's her real name, but don't bother looking around 
for a "Lynn" who just had a baby out of wedlock.  I'm not saying 
when I wrote this.  It might be last night, and it might be ten 
years ago.  It IS one of my most treasured memories, and you'll 
just have to be thankful that I'm sharing this much with you.  As 
it is, I'm giving this story to a friend, who says he knows the 
"Tammy" who has been posting similar stories on the net.  He's 
going to give it to her, and she's promised to post it for him.  
That way, it'll be even harder for you to find out who I am, as 
she has never met me.  At least, I don't think so.  I'm fairly 
sure that "Tammy" is just a pen-name of hers.  Who knows?  Maybe 
"Tammy" is actually Lynn.  Naw!  Lynn wouldn't hide behind a pen-
name.
     Signed:  Lynn's father.



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