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 My Name Is... - Part 2 By Ginny (M/F/g, cons, inc) Memories - of what
brought me to this time and to this place.

   In the event you have not read the beginning of this collection of
memories I would urge the reader to spend some time going through the first
posting of "My Name Is" prior to reading this segment.

   Before we start, I would like to say this: what follows is a
reconstruction of events as I remember them from an adult perspective
looking back upon my life from childhood to present day.  Some of the
blanks, and there were many, have been filled in the best they could be by
chats for the most part with my mom and dad.  Whenever a jumble of memories
didn't make sense to me I would take the short walk over to my mom's house
and we would spend some time over a glass of wine or a cup of coffee. 
There are still a few loose ends here and there but as of this moment, this
is the best I can do at candidly describing what went on.  As noted before,
memories are subjective in nature especially when reconstructing events
that took place up to 34 years ago.

   Chapter 2 I had been teasing my dad unmercifully for close to a year. 
My goal had been to get him so hot he would say yes to my repeated attempts
to go beyond just giving him head and licking his balls a few times a week
to finally getting his cock inside me.  I mean he did finger my pussy daily
from when I came home from the hospital after my birth.

   Mom has also frequently told me that Dad would masturbate on me pumping
his cum on my chest and pussy he would placed the head of his cock up
against my pussy and ejaculate into me.  Dad would try to get the head of
his cock in me and did manage to open me up a little but no full
intercourse and that is what I wanted now.

   This wasn't a silly game on my part by any stretch of the imagination. I
wanted my dad to fuck me.  If I had to satisfy myself with him only
fingering my cunt and me just giving him head much longer causing me to
continue to depend on masturbating two times a day I think I would have
exploded.  Sexually precocious doesn't even come close to explaining my
inner feelings on this.  Sometimes in the early evenings when my homework
was finished (yes, we had homework in the first and second grade) and it
had been checked along with the quality of my chores, my dad and I would
lie side by side on the sofa and watch some TV before bedtime.  More often
than not I would be in only my bathrobe with a towel wrapped around my hair
because I had just finished my shower and Dad would still be in his work
clothes, jeans and a sweatshirt.  I'd reach over and start rubbing his cock
with the palm of my hand and feel it slowly get hard and press up against
the underside of his jeans.  My next step would be to lower the zipper,
undo his belt, pop the top button and move my hand down to meet the head of
his cock.  This was normally met with little or no resistance whatsoever. I
would gently massage the head of his cock with my thumb and fingers, and
then open my bathrobe so he could get a good look at my hairless and very
moist pussy.

   I know, I wasn't playing fair and I wouldn't, until I had his cock
inside me.  My mom would be over in her chair pretending to read the book
she had checked out from the library, but not missing anything that was
going on across the room on the sofa.

   Dad had lain back against a pillow or two with his right arm folded over
his eyes in a position you would have thought he used to take a nap but his
bulging cock was saying something entirely different.  He lifted his hips
up and that was his way of telling me he wanted his jeans and underpants
down below his knees and if, when I got them down that low and he still
offered no resistance, he wanted everything completely off.  On this night
they came off.  I slipped my arms free of my bathrobe untied the wrap and
it joined Dad's stuff in a jumbled heap on the carpet.  Top to bottom I was
only wearing my hair-drying towel and my slippers.

   Mom had put her book down and was concentrating on her husband and her
daughter with her hands clasped in her lap.  I found out much later her
folded hands were covering a vibrator under her bathrobe that she had
resting lightly on top of her clit.  She was keeping it in place and trying
to muffle the sound.  I doubt it would have bothered me or Dad as I was now
lying flat on top of him facing his cock and my pussy was just about in the
middle of his chest close enough for him to see it was wet and in need of
some attention.  To start, Dad liked me to hold his cock with two hands, my
fingers laced together in back so my two thumbs were free to lightly
massage the purple cock head.  He liked that... I mean, he REALLY liked
that.  I would massage the head of his cock in front with my two thumbs and
the backside of the cock head with my two index fingers just taking it slow
with hardly any pressure, kind of just tickling the very sensitive area of
the entire head of his cock.  After I spent some time doing that I was
permitted to replace my thumbs and fingers with the tip of my tongue.  Now
my hands were on the shaft of his cock gently imitating the action of a guy
giving himself a hand job only now I had his cock head inside my mouth and
my tongue was making circles around it.  Every now and then I would come
off the head of his cock and use my tongue to lick the full length of it,
all 8½ inches.

   Dad lasted for a good 10 minutes without so much as a hint he was ready
to cum.  All the time I was giving him head he was busy working my pussy.
He started by wetting and then running his thumbs just along the outside
edges of my inside pussy lips (the labia minora for you technical people).
Then he wet his index finger and made small circles around my clit, but not
touching it.  When he finally did put the slightest pressure on my clit I
jumped.  It was as if every muscle in my body received a small electric
shock all at the same time.  I swear I went rigid for a second or two. 
This caused a small problem, I had the head of his cock in my mouth at the
time and, I bit it.  Not hard, I didn't draw blood, but I did cause a
slight amount of discomfort.  Judging from the intensity of the slap across
my ass I guess it was more than slight.

   We kind of rearranged ourselves with me slouched on one of the seat
cushions with my legs over the edge with both feet flat on the rug on the
floor.  My back and head were between the bottom cushion and the backrest
of the sofa and my butt was kind of hanging just over the edge.  Dad was
kneeling on two of the four bottom cushions from the sofa.  He moved my
feet up onto the cushion.  I was part way on so my knees were almost
straight up and then he moved my legs to the "open" position.

   I had to grab hold of the top of the sofa to keep from falling
completely off the couch.  Comfortable it was not.  By magic, the head of
his cock was then resting up against the hairless warm moist opening to my
"virgin" pussy.  Tonight was the night!  I am told by my Mother that I
reached down and grabbed my ankles to spread my knees even more.  (How I
did this without falling off the couch is beyond me).  With this all now in
place, I still managed to look up at my dad and tell him to, "Fuck me."
(Both my parents somewhat disagree on the exact sequence leading up to this
point but they both acknowledge those were the words I used).  Dad took a
small plastic bottle of lube from Mom's hand and liberally covered my pussy
and his cock with the stuff.  I do remember there was no odor to it and it
felt cold against my skin.

   Mom got up on the one remaining sofa cushion next to me, put her hand on
my head and lowered her head onto my shoulder where she could have a
perfect view of what her husband, my father, was about to perform on my
willing, warm, moist, open, bald, hairless cunt.  It wasn't to be at all
what I had expected or dreamed of.  No big thrust, no burying of a cock
deep into my vagina, no feeling of being stretched open; none of that.  Dad
started off by just positioning the head of his cock against the inner lips
of my pussy and sliding it up and down the full length of my less than
3-inch slit.  Bringing the head of his cock up to my clit, just touching
the magic button.  He did this for some time.

   Each long slide of his cock head up and down the length of my slit ended
with a slight amount of additional pressure which sent the head of his cock
just faintly deeper between the lips of my pussy and ending with that
gentle slight bump against my clit.  Mom added more lube to both of us and
Dad continued sliding his cock up and down the short length of my pussy. 
He then he took his thumb and pushed the head of his cock down between my
pussy lips and up to the entrance of my vagina.  Not into my vagina, just
to the entrance that was once guarded by the hymen that Mom had opened.  He
had less than two inches of his cock in me if that much, just slightly more
than that beautiful swollen cock head.

   Dad couldn't hold back any longer and he dumped his full load into my
tiny vaginal canal.  Needless to say, Dad had a rather large load for me
and, to paraphrase a well-known expression "my cup" was more than half
full. In reality it overflowed... way overflowed.  I had cum on my stomach
and chest, all over my crotch and it was running down the crack of my ass.
At long last, my pussy was full of something other than fingers or a
plastic toy.  Dad had left me warm, happy, and sopping with his cum.  I
knew, I absolutely knew, this was something I wanted to do as often and
with as many cocks as was possible.

   Mom slid down between my legs, pulled opened my pussy lips, and used her
tongue to lap up Dad's cum that was now leaking from my just christened
pussy.  She spread the cum that was on my stomach and chest by hand rubbing
it into my skin while her tongue moved down from my pussy to my inner
thighs and then moved up to catch the remaining cum between the cheeks of
my ass.  She was good, and she enjoyed what she was doing.  Her eyes were
sparkling and the smile on her face said everything.

   I loved every second of what had just taken place and I played it over
and over in my mind for a long, long time.  It would be years before the
events of that night passed from my memory.

   After a year of teasing it had finally happened.  Dad had actually
shoved his cock into my pussy and dumped his load, Mom licked up the
overflow of cum and I was in heaven.  But, I was soon to find out that
getting my vagina to stretch enough so as to make room for all of Dad's 8½
inches was going to take both time and many, many long sessions of multiple
full intercourse.  You can't rush Mother Nature, but I was going to try the
best I could.  You know the old adage "if it doesn't fit - force it." In
the first few weeks following that initial fuck by Dad, I was a strong
proponent of that, and that attitude would lead me into a very touchy
medical problem.

   In the weeks that followed you would have thought that there was no such
thing as a taboo against father/daughter sex or incest of any sort.  Dad
and I repeated our little session over and over again.  We did it on the
sofa, on the floor, in my parent's bed, in my bed; in the shower... it was
awesome.  I was sore and walking like a duck but I was happy and content.
The magic lamp had been rubbed and the genie was out of the bottle.

   In addition to the daily sex Dad and I were having, I was perpetually
shoving things into my pussy.  I used a combination of vibrators, dildos
and my own fingers trying anything to stretch out my vagina so Dad's cock
could fit all the way home.  I wanted pubic bone-to-pubic bone contact, and
the only way that was going to happen was with a vagina that had enough
room or was elastic enough to accommodate all of him.  (My, if it doesn't
fit - force it philosophy)

   Mother Nature does not respond to the desire of a young girl who wasn't
physically mature enough to have something like that happen.  Needless to
say I hurt myself.  I started to get a real funky discharge and Mom freaked
out.  They couldn't run me to the doctor without risking exposure to what
we had been doing.  Big problem.

   I told Mom that I would stop messing around with my pussy, but this
wasn't good enough.  She was worried and I got one of those "If I catch you
doing this again (pointing to the dildos and vibrators) . . .  do you
realize" lectures.  Well, I got the hint but that didn't solve the problem
of my now really messy and sore pussy.

   Mom knew of a nurse that provides help to the "fluff" girls who worked
the porn film sets.  The job of the "fluff" girl was to keep the men
semi-hard until it was time for them to jump into whatever scene they were
needed.  So Mom got on the phone to this person and asked a few feminine
hygiene and gynecological questions about "hypothetical" pre-adolescent
sex. She saw right through Mom's questions and said to bring me over to her
apartment.

   Long story short, I had "significant" scarring of the birth canal (my
vagina) along with the muscle tissue at the opening of the cervix (the OS).
The discharge was internal to my uterus.  I had done a bang-up job of doing
damage to myself.  "Congratulations, Virginia, the chance of you having any
children later on in life is practically nil."

   Mom was handed some Penicillin, vaginal suppositories, and given a
lecture about my age.  Further, Mom was told to keep me under lock and key
for a good two months.  Not a word was spoken on the way home.  Mom just
held me, and Dad just drove.

   This was entirely my fault it wasn't the fucking that did this; it was
me, I did it to myself trying to make my body do something it wasn't mature
enough to do.  Life lesson learned: pre-pubescent girls are not
biologically ready to accommodate an adult cock.  My "if it doesn't fit,
force it" attitude had gotten us all into trouble, so much for my grand
plan.

   (To Be Continued)
Ginny:
Thank you for spending a few moments with me.  In the event you have

comments, they may be sent to: thefamilytoy@hotmail.com

   (The standard disclaimer applies) - this story is not reflective of any
person living or dead.  It does not imply that the author condones the
actions contained here within.  The characters portrayed here only live
within the neuron net of my own mind)