Message-ID: <3557eli$9709011159@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: mccoyf@millcomm.com (Frank McCoy) Subject: **NEW** FUCK-TOY.TXT 50K "Grandpa's little Fuck-Toy" (Mf, cons, incest, extreme-pedo, preg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.incest,alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199708301353.IAA17397@midas.millcomm.com> Grandpa's little Fuck-Toy An Erotic Story 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 . 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 ! 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. 10 "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. 11 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. 12 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. 14 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. 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! 15 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /