DADDY'S GIRLS by John P Copyright© 2011 Chapter 1 - Incest With My Daughter I bathed my Bridget every night and the temptation was becoming too strong. She was 9 and quite liked it when I ran the wash-cloth between her legs but I was starting to get a boner each time that I ran the cloth over her body. When I washed her fair hair, she closed her eyes and I could take my time to let my eyes roam over her entire body. She was slim built with the most amazing brown eyes that lit up each time she laughed. It was time to ditch the wash-cloth in favour of bare hands and, after I washed her hair, she stood, legs apart, and I soaped my hands to begin to wash her. Her perfect skin felt so soft under my fingers as I first washed her pretty face and then her neck. Her flat chest sported tiny pink nipples and as I brushed them with my fingers, she trembled. "What's wrong, sweety?" I asked, and she giggled. "It tickles, Daddy," she said, "but it's nice." Her belly button was another tickling point and she tried to pull away as the tip of my finger went into it and I waggled it about, causing her to giggle again. Instead of going for her pussy next, I pulled her towards me and her arms went around my neck to steady herself as I washed her. I ran my hands around behind her and caressed her little buttocks, feeling the skin so soft against my fingers. Her taut buttocks gave way as my hands felt her up, stroking the perfect globes and pulling them apart while pretending to wash between them with my fingers. She was still giggling as I felt her up but when I found her tiny rosebud with my finger, she stopped giggling and looked serious. As I touched her there, I gently pushed my soapy finger against it, trying to push the tip into her tight bum-hole. She opened her legs further apart without a word from me but she watched my face then, waiting to see what my reaction might be. I pretended that there was nothing wrong and I managed to get just the tip of my little finger to penetrate her tiny anus. Her head came forward then and she rested it against the side of my face, holding me tighter round my neck. I could reach the soap without moving her and I made many more suds to make my fingers slide easier. I returned to her bottom-hole and inserted my little finger again, marvelling at how tight her hole was. She clutched me tighter then and drew in a deep breath and I was worried that I was hurting her. I asked softly if she was OK and she whispered, "Yes, Daddy. It's nice. Do it some more." I pushed my finger into her some more, stopping once I reached the second knuckle. "Is that OK, Bridget?" I asked softly and she nodded, turning her head slightly against mine and kissing my neck. I turned my head too and kissed her tiny neck as I pulled my finger back to take it out but I pushed back in and she held me tight once more. I started to finger-fuck her slowly and carefully, being sure not to hurt her, and she began a sort of quiet moan. "Do you like that, Bridget?" I whispered and she said quietly, "Oh yes, Daddy," so I continued. I did this to her for about five minutes and I thought I might go a bit further if she let me. I pulled my finger from her bottom and she looked at me questioningly. "Let's try something else," I whispered to her and I made her turn around and lean against me. I soaped up Bridget's hand and led her forefinger to her little slit. "Rub it up and down, sweety," and I guided her hand up and down the length of her slit. She continued fingering herself between her pussy-lips and said after a minute, "Will you do it, Daddy?" "OK, sweety, if you want me to," and I soaped my hands and used my right fore-finger to play around her 9-year-old sex. She was so slippery against my finger and she pushed her hips forward so that I would press harder against her pussy. Her head lay back on my shoulder as my finger caressed her young pussy and she sighed repeatedly as I stroked, turning her head slightly on my shoulder to kiss my cheek. I played with her tiny clitoris and she shuddered when I played with it for too long. As I started to back my fingertip away from it, she pushed her hips forward again, trying to stay in contact with the finger that made her feel so good. I relented though and touched her clitoris again and she wriggled on my finger until her body shuddered and she shook uncontrollably, almost falling into the bath. She had cum on my finger and I knew right then that it would not be the last time. Her breathing was ragged as the orgasm took her and I held her until her trembling stopped and her legs began to work again. "Did my Bridget like that?" I asked and she looked dreamily at me and replied, "Oh yes, Daddy." Each night after that, I bathed her and we played the "button" game until she shook in my arms and she kissed my cheek as a thankyou. Sometimes it would happen that my wife was out and I would pull Bridget onto my knee, her back against my chest and her legs open wide, and she would hold her dress up so that I could put my hand inside her panties and touch her "button". Whenever I did this to her, her little pussy inevitably became wet and that would allow my finger to slide easily from clitoris to bottom-hole and back, and she would shudder each time she came on my finger. I'm pretty sure that she must have felt my thick 7-inch cock going hard under her bottom but she never mentioned it, her mind being occupied with the cums that she found so pleasurable and exciting. She became so used to our sex together that if her mum was out when she came home from school, she would take off her panties and climb on my knee, and then take my hand and place my finger on her little clitty, only leaving it when I tickled her little bump how she wanted me to. Within a few weeks, we established a routine where I would bathe her and, after drying her, we would lie on my bed together, both naked, and she would watch my finger as I made her cum. It was time though to progress things and I eventually suggested that she squeeze my cock while I fingered her. She did this without any qualms, figuring I suppose that Daddy should be getting something too. A couple of months later and I showed her how to wank me and she watched, amazed, as she saw hot spunk shoot from my cock and splash onto my belly. At my invitation, she touched the puddles of spunk with two fingers and I took her fingers and licked off the spunk, watching her amazed expression at the naughtiness of what I was doing. I took her hand and dipped her fingers into the spunk, getting her to lick it off and try the taste herself. The next day, after her bath, as soon as my finger was diddling her clit, she grasped my stiff cock and tried to emulate my wanking from the day before. She did quite well too, bearing in mind this was a new way to please her daddy. Within a week, her hand would stroke me with confidence, her face watching with awe each time my spunk shot in thick ropes from my pee-slit, but always she had her orgasm at the hands of her doting father. She tasted my spunk again, going back for seconds and thirds until she had swallowed it all. It was a natural progression then to oral sex. I had introduced Bridget to eating my spunk and she had not been put off by the taste and texture. So when I was feeling her up with my fingers, she was easily persuaded to take my knob into her little mouth and lick it. Her little tongue and her hot mouth guaranteed that I would not last long and I warned her that I was cumming and she should swallow it all. The little girl coped with it valiantly, only gagging once as my spunk filled her pretty mouth. Within seconds, her body was wracked with spasms as my fingers brought about her climax and she clutched my body tightly as she shuddered. Once her cum finished and she relaxed, she noticed another drop of spunk that had appeared at my pee-slit and she licked it off, watching my face as she swallowed it. Bridget was a pretty girl, her body beautiful in its youth and tautness. Her stomach was muscular, no sign of baby fat, and her bottom was as tight as a drum-skin. The sight of this child would guarantee an instant erection and it was becoming more difficult to hide my arousal from my wife. The presence of my wife curtailed my opportunities to molest Bridget, even though the child seemed to want my sexual attentions. She was smart enough though to realise that we mustn't get caught doing the things that we liked. There were times though when we would be alone for a minute or two and I would take the opportunity to put my hand inside her panties and feel her warm cunt, feeling her wet slit with the tips of my fingers, and she would press her hand against the growing bulge in my pants, thinking that it might give me some pleasure. Unfortunately, it made my hunger for my little girl that much stronger and it was often necessary to go to the bathroom where I would wank myself until my hot spunk splashed in the toilet pan or the sink. The next time my wife was out, I bathed Bridget again, drying her afterwards and taking her naked to my room. As she lay on my bed, legs wide apart, she looked at me questioningly as I started to kiss her knees. Then she watched as I moved up her thighs, opening her eyes wide as my mouth ended up kissing her pussy mound. As my tongue began to lick her cunt-lips, she shuddered and reached both her hands out to hold my head. When my tongue pushed her little lips apart and I forced the tip into her tiny cunt-hole, she gasped audibly. "Daddy!" she whispered in shock. "What are you doing?" Her knees came up and she placed her feet flat on the bed, letting her legs fall wide apart so that I could see her entire pussy. Her hole came slightly open and there was the faint scent of aroused little girl cunt. She moaned as I licked each cunt-lip and when I touched the tip of my tongue to her tiny clit, she moaned out loud and her body tensed. As I licked her tiny button, she started to wriggle, thrashing about as if to escape but when I left her little button, she pulled my head back so that I would keep doing it. I stopped and looked up from between her thin legs and asked, "Do you like this, Bridget? Do you want Daddy to do it some more?" "Yes, Daddy, yes!" she whispered and she pulled my head back to her pussy, pushing her hips up against my face. I licked steadily, leaving her clit and licking down to her hole and then her little anus, licking back up again and nibbling softly on her tiny clit. She wriggled constantly and it was difficult keeping her in place so I held her hips tight and went for the orgasm I knew she wanted so badly. The tip of my tongue went rapidly back and forth over her button and she became more agitated by the second. She panted and mewled then as her excitement mounted and I held her hips. She began to moan loudly and suddenly her body went rigid, and all her muscles tensed as she began to cum. "Daddyyyy!" she groaned and her hips bucked. I was afraid she might dislodge my tongue from her pussy. "Daddyyy!" she cried again and she brought her knees together, trapping my head between her thighs as she came on my tongue. This cum was more intense than any other I had given her and I watched her face from my position between her knees. Her face was scrunched up as if she was in pain but I knew it was caused by the waves of orgasm which were crashing over her. When it was over, she relaxed all her muscles and collapsed back onto the bed, releasing my head as her knees fell wide apart again. I noticed then that some drops were dribbling from her pussy-hole and I licked up her nectar, savouring the sweetness before swallowing it. I moved up the bed to lie beside her and I cuddled her. Her breathing was slowing now, becoming more normal, and she lay facing me, her eyes closed. She looked angelic then, her face a picture of peace and tranquility. I stroked her face, feeling the softness of her cheeks, and she slowly opened her eyes to look into mine. Her arm went over my waist and I kissed her lips gently, playing with the hair that covered her forehead. "Thankyou, Daddy," she whispered. "That was lovely." Her hand reached down and she grasped my stiff cock and she began to wank me slowly. I couldn't last long, I knew that. My daughter had just had her most intense orgasm and I was proud that I was the one who had the honour of giving it to her. I moved onto my back and watched my little girl's hand move up and down my shaft. "I love you, Bridget. Make Daddy cum! Make Daddy shoot spunk all over his little girl!" I cried and she wanked me faster, gripping my cock tighter the way she had learned to do to please me. She had other ideas though and when she thought it was the right time, her mouth went over my knob and she sucked briefly until my seed shot out into her mouth. My cock jerked repeatedly, filling the child's mouth with gob after gob of hot spunk, and she looked up into my eyes as it continued. My little girl was swallowing her daddy's spunk and her lovely eyes made my heart go out to her. I emptied my balls into her mouth and she swallowed all the semen I pumped out. When she was sure she had it all, she looked up at me again and opened her mouth wide to show me the spunk inside. I stroked her cheek and nodded and then she swallowed it, showing me then that her mouth was empty. We snuggled down together then, my arms going around Bridget and we kissed gently, kisses of affection instead of lust. In the weeks that followed, this became habit and she would invite my mouth to play with her pussy at every opportunity. I was happy to oblige and our exciting sexual acts showed no signs of waning due to boredom on her part. When her mother was not around, we often got into a 69 position and our mutual oral love-making seemed to be the ideal for Bridget who always enthusiastically initiated our sex now. She had become relentless in her desire for orgasms and I was, of course, happy to give her all she wanted. Just before she reached her 10th birthday, I decided the time was right for penetrating her little pussy with more than tongue and finger. So one night, after her bath, we went as usual into my room and got naked on the bed. Our usual 69 began and I coated her little cunt with saliva, my tongue pushing into her pussy-hole, and then I turned to face her, kneeling over her little body. "It's time, Bridget," I said softly. "It's time for you to become a woman." She looked confused, not understanding what I meant. I tried my best to explain what would happen, my finger busy stroking her little clit as I spoke. “A boy has to put his cock inside a girl's pussy and his spunk has to shoot inside it. Then she has baby. That's how it works." She studied what I said for a minute and then looked up at me. "How will your big cock go inside my little pussy?" she asked. "It's too big." "Your pussy stretches at the right time, Bridget. It may hurt a little the first time but Daddy will stop if it does." Partly reassured, she eyed my knob, calculating the size that her pussy would have to open so that my thick cock could go inside it. I could see that she wasn't completely convinced but Daddy had never hurt her before so she trusted me. "I have some stuff here to make things easier for both of us," I explained. "It's to make your hole slippery." I applied a generous amount as she watched and she tensed as I inserted a finger into her little hole. I moved it in and out, taking care not to hurt her by forcing it or pushing in too far. Her pussy-hole was very tight and I began to wonder if maybe it was too soon to fuck the child. She relaxed as she became used to the penetration and when I tried to put two fingers in together, she winced for a second. I stopped and looked concerned. "Does that hurt, Bridget?" I asked and she put on her brave face and said it was okay and to carry on. As my two fingers fucked her, she recognised the new feeling and, after a minute, she started to wriggle. "Ooh, Daddy. It feels funny!" she whispered and I asked if it hurt but she shook her head so I carried on. Inside her pussy, my fingers felt her ribbed tunnel, but it didn't seem to distress her as I continued the finger-fucking. I twisted my fingers as I pushed in and out and after a few minutes, I added more lubrication and tried for a third finger but I thought that might be too much for her so I stopped. Now was the time to try to push my cock into her juvenile pussy. She watched as I took up position between her wide open legs and brought my knob to her impossibly small vagina. I pressed slightly but instead of heading forward, the lubricant made my cock slide to the side. I grasped my cock again and placed it again between the tiny pussy lips, this time holding onto it. Another push and my knob began to open her hole, forcing it to open. The lubrication seemed to be working well and suddenly my knob opened up her hole and it slipped inside her tight love-tunnel. Her eyes opened wide at the intrusion and her hands came up to grab my arms so I stopped, holding still until her hands let go of me. I pushed forward another inch and paused again, waiting for her pussy to adjust to the size of the cock which was invading her exceedingly tight cunt. After a minute, I pushed again and another inch slid in, opening wide some more of her virgin love-tube, and then I pulled back so that I could push in again to the same depth. Despite the lubrication, there was friction between my cock and her wet pussy walls and it was making me want to push all the way in completely but I resisted the temptation, instead pushing gently in and out of her to a depth of 3 inches. I was between my 9-year-old daughter's legs and fucking her! The sight, along with the feelings I was getting from the trapping of my cock in her hot tight cunt-hole, was making the excitement too great for me and I knew I would cum in seconds if I didn't stop now. I paused again, trying to make my impending orgasm go away but I looked into Bridget's eyes and I realised that I loved her so much and I wanted my spunk inside her. She looked up at me with her trusting eyes and my heat melted. I began to fuck her again, gaining another couple of inches on the inward thrust after a couple of minutes. Her eyes were starting to glaze as she took 5 inches of my thick cock into her hot pussy on each stroke and when I couldn't hold back any longer, my muscles tensed and my cock pulsed inside her and her eyes opened real wide as she felt the first hot gob of spunk shoot into her. "I can feel it, Daddy! I can feel it!" she cried and she grabbed my arms. My cock pulsed again and again, filling the child with a vast quantity of my potent sperm. My balls were tight up into my groin, spasming as each spurt went into my little Bridget and she felt it each time my cock jerked inside her. The tightness of Bridget's little cunt seemed to spur me on and the shooting of my spunk into my daughter seemed endless. The excitement shone in her eyes and I knew that she would want more of this in the future. When it finally stopped, I stayed in position, my cock still buried inside Bridget's pre-teen cunt, and we just looked at each other. "Oh Bridget," I said. "You were wonderful." She smiled up at me, those eyes captivating me once more. "Can we do it some more, Daddy?" she said and I certainly wanted to say yes to her. "Not for a while, Bridget," I said. "It takes men a little while before they can do it a second time. Did you like it so much, sweety?" She nodded and asked, "Is that what you do with Mummy?" and I said, "Yes," but I secretly thought, 'Not much lately.' I pulled my cock carefully from Bridget's ravaged hole and saw immediately how wide it gaped open and my sperm was starting to trickle out and run towards her bum-hole. I scooped some up and fed it to Bridget, and she tasted it before swallowing, thinking that somehow it might taste different. Maybe it was, what with the lubricant and her own natural juices that she had produced mixed with my spunk. This was new and pleasant to Bridget and it was to be the main feature of our sex life together. A year later, when she was almost 11, her tits began to sprout and I could never take my eyes away when there was the slightest chance to see her puffy nipples. Every chance I got, when we were alone for a couple of minutes, I would come up behind her, reach round and take a tiny tit in my hand and feel it while my other hand went inside her knickers to feel the soft pussy which would become wet as I felt her up. She in turn would reach behind her and stroke my hardness through my pants and I would have to wank myself in the bathroom at the earliest opportunity. Her breasts grew steadily and my interest in their growth increased at the same rate. When her mum was in another room, she would pull up her T-shirt to show me her tits and take both nipples between her fingers and thumbs just to tease me. Her eyes would dart between my face and my crotch as she watched my bulge grow, knowing that she was responsible for turning me on, the little minx! By the time she was 12, she really needed a bra and I took her to the shop for her first fitting. The sales-woman took her away and Bridget returned within minutes with a bra for my inspection, the sales-lady touching Bridget's bra-covered tits as she explained the features and advantages. I had to sit with one leg crossed over the other so that no-one would see my raging erection. I bought three that Bridget liked and on the way home in the car, she asked me to park in a quiet place and she gave me a wonderful cock-sucking, swallowing every drop of the massive load I pumped into her willing mouth. Months later, I took Bridget back to the same shop and the same sales-woman gave me a look of understanding when I asked for some "special underwear" for my blossoming daughter. Bridget returned within minutes, showing off the tiniest of bras and the flimsiest knickers, both of a see-through material. She appeared naked in them! My stiff cock, as before, was trapped between my legs so that the sales-woman would not see my arousal. But the sales-woman (call me Trudy) fingered Bridget's nipples through the bra as she pointed out the softness of the material and I could see Bridget's arousal as her nipples stiffened under the woman's touch. When it came to telling me about the "snug fit" in the crotch, Trudy's fingers were running up and down my daughter's slit. I was starting to sweat and Trudy saw it so she continued with my child's pussy, talking normally as she made my daughter cum on her fingers! The child shuddered as she came and Trudy held Bridget against her body until it was over. The large wet spot at the crotch of the knickers made me decide to buy them. "I'll take those!" I said, my voice anything but normal. "But don't package the panties. I'll keep them separate." Trudy understood at once and made Bridget step out of them. Trudy handed them to me and she watched approvingly as I put them in my pocket. "12-year-old girls are always so attractive when they dress in that... special way, aren't they?" Trudy said and looked down at my crotch. Bridget modelled more underwear and when it came to Trudy dressing her in thongs, it was all getting too much. "I need the toilet,” I said in a strangled voice and Trudy pointed to a door. "You can... take care of things there, sir," she said seductively. "Let me know if you... need any help." All this went over Bridget's head so there was nothing to explain to her. Within seconds of entering the toilet, Bridget's knickers were pressed against my nose and mouth and it took no more than 20 seconds before I was cumming hard into the sink, panting and my chest heaving as I sprayed the porcelain with a vast quantity of spunk. After a reasonable time to gather myself, I went back out into the changing room and Bridget was also recovering from what seems to have been a masturbation episode by Trudy. I think Bridget was going to want to come to this shop more regularly. I paid for everything I had chosen, thanked Trudy profusely, and we left. I was treated again to a pre-teen mouth sucking my cock on the way home. Bridget had become the sex-expert now, often initiating our sex play. She was still a child but she was a Lolita, a siren who would lead me to my doom, and I just sat back, letting her do what she wanted to. My love for her was increasing daily but it called for some hard thinking when she began her first period. She was 12 and I could get her pregnant now. The lust in me produced images of Bridget with a big belly, bloated little tits and long nipples, and my cock reacted by stiffening at once and requiring some manual attention to make it go soft again. We had to continue, Bridget because she liked it and me because I needed it badly. During fucking, I would pull out and come all over her tits, or Bridget would suck my cock while we did a 69 and I would make her cum on my tongue. It went on like that for the next 2 years but our luck ran out. At 14, she became pregnant and my wife went ballistic. Shouting and screaming filled the house as the two of them went at it but Bridget never gave me away. It wouldn't stay that way, of course, because I could then fuck Bridget without any more worry about getting her pregnant. She already was. My wife started to load the washing machine one day and found Bridget's knickers full of spunk. Because Bridget had not left the house for 2 days, there was only one person who could have made that spunk she found. She knew then who had got Bridget pregnant and it all came out. That night, my wife left and Bridget and I were left alone. We slept together after that and Bridget did all the things that a wife does for her husband, sexually and otherwise. I took her to the doctor's office for appointments and the hospital for scans and we waited for the birth of our baby. It would be a girl and we would call her Liza. I watched as Bridget ballooned, her sexy belly and her bulging tits a great turn-on. Her nipples darkened and small blue veins appeared on her breasts and we fucked like rabbits because her hormones were making her exceedingly horny. My little girl was turning into a nymphomaniac and I wasn't complaining. Two months later, it was time and I drove her to the labour ward where she produced our lively little Liza. She was beautiful and I loved to watch each time as Bridget pushed one of her engorged nipples to Liza's mouth and the baby started to suck. Lucky Liza! I kept it in my mind that I would suckle too when Bridget came home. It would be a most erotic experience. I saw my wife six months later in the street and she was wheeling a pram containing a new baby. The baby was black! It turns out that while she was shouting at me for getting Bridget pregnant, she was already expecting the baby that our black neighbour had fucked into her. Well, well! How's that for irony? She was living with the father and would produce another three babies by him in the following 6 years. Chapter 2 - Incest With My Granddaughter Our Liza was a joy to bring up, hardly ever cried and loved to be cuddled. Once she was out of nappies, we would let her run around naked and we would often comment how nice her little bum was. Her long dark hair surrounded her pretty face and her eyes, innocent and trusting, were beautiful like her mother's. She was slim, never having the 'puppy fat' that so many young children had. Although she was really my daughter, we got her to call me Grandpa. My daughter Bridget giving birth to our baby at 15 years old wasn't something I wanted the neighbours to know too much about so we invented a boyfriend for Bridget who died in Afghanistan, a soldier killed by the Taliban. Even at 7 years old, Liza would sit on my knee as we watched TV, her nakedness never really being an issue. Neither Bridget nor I criticised her or insisted she put clothes on, especially when the weather was so warm and muggy. We would have gone naked ourselves but for the fact that we had our child running around and it just seemed somehow not right to be flashing our 'bits and pieces' at our daughter. However, she often wandered into our bedroom when we were enjoying oral sex or I had mounted her mother and was pounding her wet pussy. We never sent her out but continued what we were doing. I suspect that there were many times when she watched us and we didn't know she was there but she would throw us a question sometimes, perhaps at dinner, curious about what we were doing. We would answer her question and she would go out to play afterwards, untroubled by the information we had given her. By the time she was almost 9, I had started to 'notice' her in a way that adults shouldn't really do with children. Her taut little bottom and that little slit between her legs were drawing my eyes to them more than they should and when she climbed on my lap, I was having to think about where I put my hands when I cuddled her. As we watched TV, I would often kind of 'wake up' to find that I was stroking her beautiful bum and whenever I shot a glance over at Bridget, she pretended not to notice what my hands were doing. It was usually my job to bath Liza and I wondered if I should be letting her do it herself now she was getting bigger. The trouble was that I didn't really want to give up touching the child's body; she was beginning to arouse me. When I half-heartedly suggested that she might be big enough to bath herself now, she immediately said no, that she wanted me to do it. My problem was that I was getting a hard-on each time I washed her and she noticed each time the tent in my shorts. She watched my crotch constantly while I washed her but never said anything about it. It was made worse when she stood up so that I could wash between her legs. She would stand there, legs apart, and watch as my soapy fingers ran along her little slit and she would sigh as I touched her tiny clitoris. Then she would lean forward, her little arms around my neck, while I reached behind her to wash her tiny bum. She wriggled as I ran my fingers between her pussy lips and fingered her tiny rosebud but she held me tighter as I fondled her. This was how it all started when I used to bath her mother. Oh God! I knew how this was going to develop. "That's nice, Grandpa!" she whispered and I knew I was on the road to having sex with my willing granddaughter! My finger found her tiny clitoris and I just couldn't help myself. I diddled it with the tip of my finger and she sucked in her breath and held me tighter. "Ooh, Grandpa!" she whispered and opened her legs wide. I masturbated this 8-year-old, listening to her rapid breathing as her head rested on my shoulder, her mouth close to my ear. My soapy fingertip moved fast over her little button and she panted, wriggling her hips as the sensations became too much for her. My cock was stiff now, so stiff that I was afraid of cumming in my shorts. The child moaned as my finger continued to stroke and she kept whispering, "Grandpa! Grandpa! Feels good! Feels good, Grandpa!" I had to get my cock out. I had to cum. My free hand went down to my shorts and I pulled them down, freeing my stiff cock and wanking it as I molested my granddaughter. Liza looked down in the midst of her passion and watched as her grandpa stroked his big thick cock. "Make it spit, Grandpa!" she whispered. "I want to see it spit!" Two seconds later, she got her wish. She watched as spunk shot out of my cock and splattered against the side panel of the bath. She watched my cock jerk, saw the white stuff being pumped out of my piss-slit and looked at my face then to see my expression. Her grandpa's face was showing the tenseness which accompanied an extremely strong orgasm but she wasn't scared. She had seen the same face when she watched Grandpa cum inside her mum and she knew that it was ecstacy rather than pain that had made him look this way. When she knew there was no more to see, she kissed me on the lips as my finger began again the pleasant task of making the child cum. Thirty seconds more, and the child's body went rigid as she came. She shuddered as her orgasm washed over her and my tongue forced open her tight lips to push my tongue into her mouth. Not knowing what to do with my tongue, she did nothing, just concentrating on what her body was experiencing on her grandpa's finger. My hand left my softening cock and I put my arm around her waist, holding her in case her legs gave way with the intensity of her orgasm. I moved my tongue in her mouth and she began to suck it, touching it with the tip of her own tiny tongue and playing around it. Her shaking and trembling were becoming less as her orgasm began to diminish and I stopped my rubbing of her clitoris. "Oh Grandpa! That was... the best. Will you do it again?" Her eyes were bright, excited as I'd never seen them before. "I never felt like that before, Grandpa! What happened? How did you make it do that?" I guessed she was talking about her orgasm and not mine. "You girls have little buttons and little holes to play with," I said softly. "It feels nice when somebody plays with them. Your mum likes to have her button played with too." "What about your willy?" she asked. "Big girls call it a cock, Liza. We boys like to have our cocks played with too." "I've watched you shoot that white stuff in Mum's mouth before. What is it?" "It's the stuff we shoot into a girl's pussy to make her have a baby. It's called sperm or spunk," I said, trying to simplify the explanation. "But Grandpa, Mum didn't have a baby when you shot the white stuff into her, did she?" "No, Liza, because she takes a pill to stop it," I said. "Why did Mum want you to shoot in her mouth?" she asked and I said simply that she liked the taste. She thought for a moment about that. "Anyway," I said, "let's get you dry before you catch cold," and I lifted her out of the bath, feeling her lovely buttocks on my arm as I carried her to our bedroom. 'She is as cute as her mother was,' I think to myself as I carry her in my arms. In the bedroom, I stood her on the floor in order to dry her. My cock was still poking out of my shorts and she touched it, feeling the length and thickness. A drop of spunk hung at the pee-slit, not big enough yet to drop off my knob. Her fingers scooped it up and she felt it between her fingers. "It's slippery," she said and put her fingers into her mouth, tasting it. "It tastes salty," she said, "but it's not nasty like I thought." "Mum likes the taste anyway," I said and began to dry her, thinking about the fact that my granddaughter had just swallowed some of my spunk. Afterwards, I put my cock back in my shorts and we went back downstairs, and Bridget said, "My, you two, you sure were a long time up there," and I looked away but Liza just said, "Grandpa was explaining stuff." I think Bridget knew then or certainly suspected that I was doing sex stuff with Liza but she said nothing about it. What I did notice after that was that Bridget seemed to leave us alone together more than usual, expecting some kind of sexual activity to be taking place between my granddaughter and I. Actually it was taking place, mostly in the kitchen. At every opportunity, my hand was inside Liza's knickers, playing with her tiny pussy. She would open her legs wide and often grasped the hardness in my shorts. I would take my cock out and she would stroke it, making me cum and spill my spunk all over the floor. Then I would make her cum on my fingers, moaning and trembling as she orgasmed. Bridget made sure to stay in the living room when she knew that Liza and I were masturbating each other and, she told me later, usually had her own hand down her knickers playing with herself as she imagined what we were doing. "You don't mind me doing stuff to her, do you?" I asked and she smiled. "I can hardly say anything, can I?" she said. "You did the same to me when I was her age and I loved it." "Thanks, Bridget. I hoped you would understand," I said, relieved that I didn't have to pretend any longer. "Why don't you bring her into our bed tonight? I'd like some sex fun too." That night, Bridget asked Liza to come to our bedroom. Seeing us both naked, she began to take off her pyjamas, and we both saw again the beautiful hairless pussy slit and sexy little bottom of our daughter. She lay between us, checking out her mum's lovely tits and the hairy pussy that I always found so exciting. Her hand reached out to touch her mother's nipple and, finding it hard, she squeezed it gently. Bridget sighed at the child's touch and I reached over to her hairy pussy, feeling the wetness caused by her daughter's manual stimulation of the now erect nipple. The wetness increased as Bridget became even more aroused and she finally placed the nipple to Liza's lips, inviting her to lick it. The child was on her side, mouth covering the large nipple, and her tiny tongue licked it, causing Bridget to produce even more juice from her pussy. "Suck, sweety!" Bridget whispered to our child and she took the nipple and part of the aureole into her mouth. Bridget's hand came up behind Liza's head and held her there, just like when she was a baby. As Liza sucked on her mother's nipple, I shuffled down to lie on my belly between Bridget's legs, my tongue snaking out to lick between her hairy lips. I licked and sucked, watching at the same time our daughter, who now squeezed her mother's breast with her small hand. "Oh Liza, you and Grandpa make me feel so good!" she said softly, stroking the child's hair as she suckled. The 9-year-old looked into her mother's eyes as her mother took Liza's hand and kissed it, bringing it to her other nipple. The child then suckled and squeezed Bridget's nipples and her mother sighed, watching with half-closed eyes as her daughter and father pleased her so delightfully. My tongue was working its magic on Bridget's pussy and she was beginning to show signs of cumming so she stopped me, and I went to lie behind Bridget, watching our 9-year-old as she played with her mother's fine tits. I reached over Bridget's hip and played with Liza's bottom, feeling the fine taut skin and the youthful muscles of our little girl. She wriggled slightly, opening her legs in case I wanted to play in the valley between her buttocks. I ran my finger up and down the tiny bum-crack, feeling her tiny rosebud, and stretching further to reach the child's pussy-slit which was now moist with her juices. This was to be Liza's night and we would do everything to make her happy, so Bridget told her to lie on her back between us. I pushed a pillow under her hips so that they were tilted upwards and we both looked lovingly at the pussy and bum-hole of our beautiful child. I ran my tongue around her belly-button, pushing it in the tiny orifice before venturing south and kissing her little pudenda. She opened her legs wide and watched as my head dipped down and my tongue ran the length of her wet slit. Bridget watched too and brought a finger to Liza's chest and pinched a nipple lightly, bending her head to kiss the child's lips. Liza had learned what to do from me, from our bath-times, and she opened her mouth so that her mother could push her tongue inside. Their tongues duelled as my tongue snaked around Liza's tiny little snatch and when I touched the tip to the child's clitoris, she jumped slightly. "It's nice when Grandpa does that, isn't it?" Bridget asked our daughter and Liza moaned, nodding her agreement. "Grandpa likes little girl pussy. He did it to me too when I was your age." Bridget licked and sucked the child's flat chest, making her tiny nipples become hard, and Liza reached up to fling her arms around Mum's neck. "I love you, Mum, and Grandpa too," she said. Things were happening inside Liza's body and she knew that the lovely strange feeling was going to happen again. She panted as she braced herself, thinking of the joy she would soon experience again and her mother held her tight, waiting for the explosive orgasm that the child would have at any moment. "Cum on Grandpa's tongue, Liza!" Bridget cried, knowing that her child would be cumming any second. Liza shuddered and Bridget placed her hand on the child's abdomen, pushing gently. "Cum, Liza! Let Mummy watch her little girl cum on Grandpa's tongue!" The child was humping the air and I tried my best to keep my mouth tight against her pussy, despite the bucking of her hips. She moaned as she came, her teeth gritted as the orgasm washed over her. I tasted something slightly sweet and realised that it must be her juices, juices I hadn't expected from one so young. Bridget stroked Liza's hair as she watched her child's orgasm and kissed her forehead as our child continued bucking her hips into my face. When it was over, Liza collapsed in a heap, her muscles completely relaxed, her breathing still rapid but slowing eventually until it was almost normal. "It was awesome, Mum! Grandpa made me feel really good. Is it like that when he does it to you?" Liza asked, and her mum smiled and said, "Every time, sweety. He makes me cum every time." I shuffled up the bed to lie beside Liza and we kissed gently, my hand playing with the little pussy that was now soaking wet. Bridget reached down over Liza and took my hard cock in her hand, stroking it gently. "I think it's time we made Grandpa cum, don't you?" Bridget said quietly to Liza and the child nodded. She shuffled down the bed and licked the pre-cum which had gathered during the time I had made my granddaughter cum. Liza watched as her mother licked the knob of my cock, finally taking it into her mouth and tickling the underside with her experienced tongue. Liza moved down the bed too, looking close up at what her mother was doing to her grandpa's very stiff pole. She grasped my shaft, feeling the firmness and when Bridget took my cock from her mouth and offered it to Liza, the child licked the knob tentatively. I think that perhaps she expected some nasty taste or something that she might not like but this must not have been the case because she then forced it past her lips until her mouth was full. "Move your tongue around, Liza," Bridget instructed. "Tickle Grandpa's cock with your tongue and stroke his shaft with your hand." The child's inexperienced tongue felt wonderful, warm and wet, the tip trying to force open my pee-slit and probe inside. Her mother watched her offspring, looking into my face from time to time to see if Liza was pleasing me. She was! A child so young with a mouthful of adult cock is an arousing sight. "Grandpa will cum soon. Do you want it all in your mouth or do you want me to do it?" she asked the enthusiastic child and, by the expression on her face, Liza seemed unsure. "Let's make him cum on us together, shall we?" and Lisa nodded. "I'll suck and you play with his balls." Bridget took me into her mouth and sucked while Liza's fingers toyed gently with my ball-sac. She cupped it, feeling the weight of my balls inside and when her little tongue swiped across it to see how it tasted, I thrilled to the sensation. "Grandpa's going to cum, Liza!" I said as I felt the tingling begin. "Put your face next to Mummy's and I'll cum on you both." She scooted up to her mum and pressed her face next to Mum's. I took my cock from Bridget's mouth and wanked myself rapidly. "Open your mouth, Liza," said her mother and they both waited, mouths gaping wide to take my spunk. Seconds later, I placed my shaft so that it pointed at their mouths and I groaned as the first shot of spunk hit Liza's top lip. The second shot hit Bridget's cheek and then the rest just came, spraying the faces of my two girls. Liza watched, fascinated, at the close-up of her grandpa's cock spewing out the spunk that made babies all over their faces and she felt some of the hot stuff go into her mouth. When the pumping of my cock finally ended, the girls' faces were covered with gobs of spunk and Liza watched her mother scoop it off with her fingers and put it into her mouth. The child began to do the same, tasting for the first time her grandpa's seed. She was surprised however when her mother licked the spunk off the child's face and swallowed it. When Liza wanted to do the same, Bridget stayed still so that the child could get it all and she too swallowed it. They collapsed each side of me, their faces wet with saliva, and I held them both, an arm around each of my girls. I was a lucky man. Bridget wanted our 9-year-old daughter to experience sex at home, in safety, and with the people who loved her most. The boys she would eventually meet would want to use her for their own satisfaction, not really caring about her as they filled her with their spunk. During the next week, Liza came to our room twice and watched her mother and me fucking. She knelt, silently watching my hard cock push into her mother's hairy pussy as I fucked her vigorously. Her mother's cries of joy seemed to have an effect on her and I noticed from the corner of my eye that her hand was playing with her little pussy as she watched. The last time, she watched me pull my cock out of Bridget and then put her fingers into the spunk that began to ooze out of her pussy, putting her fingers in her mouth to taste it. There would be a difference this time because it would be mixed with Bridget's cum-juices. She seemed not to be disappointed with the taste and went back to her room to sleep. Later in the week, she asked her mother the big question we had both waited for. Our child wanted to know much more. "Mummy, what's it feel like when Grandpa puts his cock in you?" she asked. Bridget thought for a minute. "It's called fucking, Liza. If a man does it right, he will make you feel wonderful." "Will Grandpa want to do it to me too?" she asked, and Bridget replied simply, "If you want him to." "If he does it, will he make me have a baby?" the child asked. "Why? Would you like Grandpa's baby?" Bridget asked, curious as to where this was leading. "I don't know," she said, obviously unsure of what that might entail. "You're too young, Liza. You can't have a baby for years yet," said Bridget and she detected a slight disappointment in her daughter's expression. "Grandpa can fuck you though, if that's what you want. Think about for it a while. If you want him to do it to you, come to our bedroom on Saturday night." Saturday night came around and Liza presented herself, naked and beautiful, and climbed into our bed, snuggling between us. She looked up into my eyes and said softly, "Will you fuck me, Grandpa?" "Are you sure, Liza? It might hurt a bit the first time." I had to warn her; I couldn't just risk hurting her and betraying the trust she had always placed in me. "Yes, Grandpa. Do me like you do Mummy." She looked so tiny and vulnerable as she laid there, her legs open and her tiny pussy on show. Bridget grabbed a pillow and shoved it gently under her bottom so that her little cunt was tilted upwards. I gazed in wonder between her legs at the little pussy-lips and the tiny pink bum-hole. She was beautiful and my cock began to rise, and I went down between her legs and licked everything that was on show. Her little labia parted as my tongue forced them apart and I tasted the sweet wetness which seeped from her tiny hole. She sighed as my tongue roamed and Bridget stroked the child's chest and nipples as she watched me orally stimulate our 9-year-old. I forced open her little love-hole with the tip of my tongue and she wriggled, seeming to want more of it. "Oh Mummy! It feels so good!" she moaned, clutching at her mother as my stimulation began to take effect. "Grandpa's loving me, isn't he?" and Bridget smiled and nodded. It was time. Bridget said nothing but handed me the KY jelly and watched as I liberally coated our daughter's cunt with it, taking more of it to lubricate my cock which was at full stand and waiting for action. Liza eyed my cock with a little trepidation, realising now that this large organ was going to be forced into the tiny hole between her legs. Sensing our child's fear, Bridget leaned down and whispered, "Grandpa won't hurt you. He didn't hurt me when he did it to me the first time." Relaxing, she watched as I presented my knob to her cunt, gently pressing against it. My knob pushed open her labia and her love-hole began to open as I pushed a little more forcefully. Her eyes went wide as she felt her cunt-muscles pushed apart and my knob start to slide forward. Her hole was forced open more as I pushed and when she suddenly winced, I stopped, afraid I had hurt her. "It just feels weird," she assured me and I pushed again. Suddenly the knob slid inside and she took a deep breath. "Ooh Grandpa! It's in me!" she cried, excited and surprised that it had been possible. "I can feel you inside me!" I paused, waiting for her little pussy to get used to the size. I reflected on what a sight we made. This tiny child was lying under a large adult and her mother watched as the adult was intending to fuck the tiny pussy with what appeared to be an impossibly large penis. Bridget took the child's legs, pulling them high and holding them to make the penetration of her daughter's cunt much easier for me. Liza looked up at my face and she could see I was waiting for permission to continue. "Go on, Grandpa. Fuck me!" she said and my cock lurched inside her as I heard her sexy words. I pushed in an inch and waited again, looking into her eyes as her vagina was forced open wider than ever before by my thick cock. "More, Grandpa!" she said softly and I pushed again until another inch was lodged tightly inside her fuck-hole. Jesus, she was tight! I remembered Bridget's pussy and the tightness I felt as she seemed to crush my organ in her hot wet vice when she was this young. Bridget found the child's clitoris and began to rub it with the tip of one finger and Liza wriggled, and I took the opportunity to force another two inches into her. She was taking almost all my cock now, squeezing it so much that it almost hurt me, but I couldn't disappoint my little girl so I had to go on. Her eyes gave me approval to continue and then I pushed, finally feeling her hairless sex against my pubic bone. I was in her. I had filled my little Liza with cock! She clutched Bridget again, her eyes closed now, and seemed to be savouring the moment. I pulled out a few inches and she breathed in sharply as my cock pushed back in the whole way. I began a slow rhythm, gently forcing my shaft into the little girl's tight vagina before pulling out again and repeating the movements. Bridget rubbed the child's clitoris as I fucked but she stopped before our daughter had her orgasm. Her mother would make Liza cum at the same time as me. Our child panted as I fucked, feeling the emotions of a young woman having her first cock, and I saw the expression of love on Bridget's face as she watched me impale our daughter on my thick shaft. I had not let her down; I was fucking Liza as I had fucked her mother for the first time so many years before. 'I love you!' she mouthed and I felt humble. The two girls in my life loved me and what else could anybody want from life? I fucked my child and her 9-year-old body took the cock she knew she wanted deep inside her. Each time I hit bottom, I was careful not to overdo it, stopping myself from rutting, contenting myself with the gentle love-making that I wanted for the little girl's first time. There would be time later for vigorous fucking, when she was older and begging me to fuck her hard and deep. For now, I had to love her like the child she was, taking care not to reveal my animalistic tendency to fuck violently when my partner asked for it. My mind wanted me to fuck my child for a long time, letting her savour the feelings that good love-making will bring but her tightness and the friction her vagina created was bringing me too soon to the point of ejaculation and her sexiness was making delay almost impossible. I had to cum in her now! Bridget had seen the signs and she rubbed the child's clitoris rapidly, knowing that I would blow any second. And she was right! As Liza began to cum on her mother's finger, I moaned and felt the first gob of spunk leave me and shoot into Liza's cunt. She was wriggling, her hips bucking as she felt also the jerking of my cock and she opened her eyes wide and looked straight at me. "Grandpa! I can feel it! You're cumming in me! Mum, he's cumming in me!" the child's excited voice cried out as my hot spunk splashed the walls of her cunt. My cock jerked again and again, pumping hot seed deep into my 9-year-old daughter. Her shocked expression remained throughout the pumping of my potent seed into her welcoming pussy and then it changed to an expression of love for a lover. I collapsed forward, taking care not to crush her, and held myself up on my arms. Her arms went around my neck and she kissed me over and over, holding me tight to her as the last of my spunk splashed inside her. "I love you, Grandpa," she whispered and I whispered back, "I love you too, you beautiful girl. I love you so much." Bridget stroked my back as I covered our daughter's body with mine and she bent down to whisper in my ear, "Thanks, Daddy." We stayed there, my cock draining into Liza's pussy and Bridget stroking us both in love and affection. When my cock eventually slipped from our 9-year-old's pussy, Bridget ducked down and licked up our juices from Liza, her tongue going inside the gaping hole to lick up all the spunk she could find. I lay next to Liza and we watched as her mother cleaned Liza's sex, enjoying the taste of spunk and child cum-juice. It was enough to make Liza cum again! We have continued our incest over the years, our love for each other sustaining us through bad times as well as good. Liza's tits began to grow before she turned 11 and her periods started before she turned 12. Bridget sometimes comes home to find Liza bent over the kitchen table, my cock deep inside her. Liza usually cries, "Breed me, Grandpa! Fuck a baby into me!" because she knows that it is the biggest turn-on ever for me. I suspect that she actually means it because she refuses to use birth control. We rut like animals and, at age 13, there is a definite possibility that she will end up pregnant. Liza likes to join Bridget and I, helping to stimulate me so that Bridget can get every last sperm from my balls. I think she hopes that the birth control will fail and her mother will get pregnant again. Our relationship with each other is one of love and understanding, and we respect each other's right to be alone sometimes. We like to masturbate each other sometimes in unlikely places but there's never a sense of boredom or unease as we play with each other's body. When we want to masturbate alone, we just close the door and do it, knowing that the others will not worry that our relationship is in trouble. So, there we are. Incest is rife in our house... and we will never tire of it. P.S. I've just had the news this morning. My 14-year-old Liza is pregnant! I can't wait for the baby to come! END