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 My Name Is - Part 3

   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 to these memoirs I would
urge the reader to spend some time going through the postings of "My Name
Is" and "My Name Is - Part 2" prior to reading this segment.

   Part 3

   (Before you start reading this segment, I need, once again, to repeat
this declaration: what follows is a reconstruction of events as I remember
them from a now adult perspective looking back upon my life from childhood
to the present day.  Some of the blanks, and there are 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 going through a family photo album or two.
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.) (Continued from Part 2)

   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 of stretching my
pussy so all of Dad's 8½ inches would fit inside me without a problem.  Dad
was driving Mom and me home from our visit to the home of a nurse Mom knew.
She had given us a handful of vaginal suppositories, a package of
penicillin and some other meds along with a strong lecture about "little"
girls masturbating with pill bottles, wire whisks, and rubber type dildos
that were anatomically correct, but much too large for my pussy.  As a
result of all this, I had badly hurt myself by scarring and tearing the
soft lining of my vagina and this rough play on my part had also caused a
funky discharge to seep through the cervical opening of my uterus.

   I was in pain and I was in big trouble.  The nurse had also mentioned
something else which I paid no attention to at the time.  The overly
aggressive manner in which I went about trying to stretch open my pussy
could have serious consequences when and if I wanted children later on in
life.  It was a very quite ride home.

   The first thing Mom did when we got home was to draw a warm bath for me.
She also took all the medications and put them up in her bedroom.  Come
hell or high water she was going to make sure I took everything on time and
didn't skip one single dose.  I went into the bathroom and started to get
out of my clothes, that warm bath was looking real good to me.  I had
everything off except for my underpants when Mom came into the bathroom. 
She helped me balance as my underpants came off and went to the floor.

   We both saw it at the same time.  I had started to bleed, the discharge
had turned pink and no way could it be from my first period. 
Seven-year-old girls do not menstruate.  Now I was frightened.  I slipped
into the bath, no fooling around, no splashing, no sliding down and holding
my nose so I could put my head underwater.  I let the warmth of the bath
surround me, Mom lit some candles turned down the bathroom lights and
closed the door, not all the way but enough for some privacy.  I stayed in
the bath until the water started to cool.  We made a few trips back to see
the nurse in the ensuing weeks to make sure I was healing properly and an
infection had not set in.  It went well and within two months I was given
the green light for intercourse, should I want to continue.  Needless to
say I was very hesitant to return to the two (+) a day sessions that lead
up to me hurting myself, the excitement just wasn't there.  I still enjoyed
watching porn and I returned to sleeping with Mom and Dad a few nights a
week but the only thing I was comfortable doing was sucking Dad's cock and
having either Mom or Dad lick my pussy.  If I had my way about things,
nothing other than my parent's tongues were going into my pussy for a long,
long time.

   Mom and Dad were absolutely great about all this, there was no forcing
of anything, and they didn't try to coerce me into saying OK when Dad would
put the head of his cock up against my pussy.  I was just too frightened
that it would hurt and I would start having that funky smelly discharge
again.  But one afternoon when Dad and I were messing around on the sofa,
he asked me if I had ever shoved anything in my bum?  That question just
kind of brought me up short and the more I thought about it the more it
opened up all kinds of possibilities.  This was something that I had looked
at in a number of the kiddy porn magazines that Mom and Dad had (past tense
people - past tense) stashed around the house, and to be honest, I was
instantly fascinated by the idea of having a cock up my ass.

   Dad and I made it into my bedroom where we both stripped except for me
still having my socks on.  To this day, Dad has this fetish about me always
having socks on when we screw; it has to be a male thing.  I got crossways
on my bed with my bum up in the air and my head down and turned to one side
resting on the bedcovers and my weight supported by my forearms (doesn't
that sound yummy?) Dad opened the top drawer in my nightstand and took out
a bottle of lube, spread my cheeks open, and loaded me up.  He covered his
cock with the lube and pressed the head of his cock against my bum hole. 
He told me to relax just kind of go limp and try not to react to the
pressure against my bum.

   It took about 15 minutes and quite a few attempts to understand what he
meant but finally Dad had the head of his cock inside my ass.  OMG this was
awesome.  I could feel every move he made; I could feel every single part
of his cock as it slowly moved in and out past the opening to my ass.  What
had I been missing?  I immediately wanted him to cum in me.  I couldn't
feel anything but slight pressure once his cock passed through my anus and
into the rectal cavity but it was the feeling of his cock passing through
the anus that was sending me into sexual bliss.  Wow, this was awesome.  I
was hooked; anal sex became then and remains to this day one of my favorite
sexual activities.

   My little rosebud had a lot of use over the next few days and slowly but
surely I lost my fear of having vaginal sex again.  I would say that within
a week or two I was taking it in both holes with equal pleasure.  As my Dad
was fond of saying to Mom, "little Ginny is back in the saddle."

   We, my Dad and me, had this rhythm we developed.  One little push into
my pussy, followed by two strokes into my ass.  Then it would be two
strokes into my pussy and one in my ass.  Out of one and into the other. 
Dad liked it one and one I liked it two in my ass and one in my pussy.

   But it didn't matter it was all good sex and Mom was right there licking
up the cum drippings.  It didn't matter to her which hole it came out of. I
was the same way when Dad did her, no matter which hole it was dripping out
of, if I was home, I licked it up.  But I liked licking her pussy more than
her ass.  There was much more to do licking her pussy - playing with her
clit, pulling her lips apart so I could get my tongue into her pussy.  I
dearly love the taste of Dad's cum mixed with Mom's pussy juice, and they
gave me plenty of opportunities to refine my technique and develop my love
of that exquisite mixture of sexual pleasure.

   One thing I have since learned, it is not a good idea for a cock that
has been in your ass to be shoved in your pussy without first making sure
it is clean.  If you're going to have anal and vaginal sex by the same guy
at the same time do yourself a favor, vaginal sex comes first then have
your anal sex.  Don't mix up the two; it can lead to some serious vaginal
infections.  It didn't happen to me when Dad and I first started, but I was
advised by the nurse not to do it, so a word to the wise, OK?

   Over the next few months Dad was always very careful not to go too deep
when he climaxed in me.  He slowly started to penetrate deeper little by
little.  I could feel the head of his cock slide past the opening to my
pussy but once it went into my vagina all I could feel was a little
pressure when Dad "bottomed out." He was stretching my vagina little by
little.  I could always tell when he came but I got the most pleasure from
the head of his cock as it parted my pussy lips or when he slid his cock
along the length of my pussy slit and bumped my clit.

   Thinking back I would say that by the end of the summer I was able to
take a little over ½ of his cock in my pussy and maybe slightly more in my
ass.  It would be an additional full year before I had matured enough, and
physically developed enough internally, to fit all of him inside me.  It
was an exciting period of my life and I took full advantage of it.  Or, it
could be said that Dad took full advantage of my sexual appetite.

   He started asking me to "pose" for a very select few of Moms and his
"special" friends.  Not all at the same time, but every now and then one
would stop by the house and either Mom or Dad would ask me to pose and play
with my bald pussy.  I was a big show off any way so I loved it.  It got me
excited and it got them excited.  Sooner or later we all ended up on the
floor or on a bed.  I had moved beyond the restriction and protection of
just parental sex and into the excitement of performing for, and pleasuring
multiple adults.  This was awesome!  Mom and Dad and the "guest" would be
sitting at the kitchen table talking and having something to drink and I
would come out of my bedroom with my bathrobe on and a pair of stockings
that came up past my knees to mid thigh.  Some were red, some were black,
but mostly I like to wear the white ones.  I would push a small vibrator
way into my pussy so you couldn't see it, put my bathrobe on and then step
out into the kitchen.  Next I would open up my bathrobe so my pussy and
flat as a board chest would be right there in front of everyone.  I had
this thing I liked to do.  I would get up on Dad's lap, and then up onto
the table.  Then, take off my bathrobe, squat down, reach under my crotch,
pull the vibrator out of my pussy and start sucking on it.  They really
liked that.  Dad would be there with the Polaroid taking picture after
picture then putting the film on the table and everyone would watch as they
developed.  The ones they liked to see most was of me reaching under my
crotch and pulling the vibrator out of my pussy and then sucking on it as I
danced around on the top of the kitchen table.

   There is no doubt about it, I enjoyed showing off and I liked the fact I
could get grownups sexually excited.  The one move that the "guest" liked
the most was when I pushed the vibrator back unto my pussy then stretched
over backwards so I was supporting myself by my feet, with my back arched,
and my hands in back of me on top of the table.  This placed my
vibrator-filled pussy with the end of the vibrator in plain sight sticking
out from between my pussy lips and all of this was right in the "guest's"
face.

   Then I told him/her to pull the vibrator out of my pussy with their
mouth.  It wouldn't be long after that move that we were all on the floor
or on a bed.  I was learning very quickly that when sex was involved I
could be the center of attention.  More importantly, I found out that both
men and women enjoyed a young girl with a very fuckable bald, hairless
pussy and, at that time, a flat chest with no hint of any boobs.

   It was at one of these "guest" performances that I had what was, in
later years, to become the sexual position I grew to enjoy the most.  Mom
and Dad had invited a "special" male friend over for me to perform for. 
All I can remember was that he was not as old as Mom or Dad.  Looking back,
and with the freedom of hindsight, I would now guess he was in his early
twenties maybe 25 at the most.  Anyway, after the nude dancing on the table
and the playing with the vibrator, we were on the bed.  I was on top of my
Dad with my hands on his chest, and my pussy positioned over the head of
his cock.  The guest was in back of me.

   I got over Dad and he put the head of his cock against my pussy and this
young dude got between Dad's legs, pulled my ass cheeks open and put his
cock against my bum hole.  I was about to enjoy my very first ever-double
penetration.  Mom saw what was going down and got the lube out, soaked my
ass and the "guest's" cock, then put a glob on Dad's cock and gave her
approval.  She got the Polaroid and sat back to watch, and document the
event.  I have to say she verbalized rather excitedly, calling me her "baby
slut," her "baby cum sucking slut." I do remember that, oh yes I do.  To
this day I remember her calling me that.

   Dad pushed the head of his cock just into my pussy.  I did what I could
to relax and the "guest" drove the head of his cock into my ass hole. 
There wasn't room inside me to go any deeper than that but I had two cock
heads in me and I loved it.  Double penetration was incredible.  To feel
two cocks filling both holes was the ultimate for me.  It was then and is
now what can get me off the quickest and last the longest.  I made up my
mind that I would do anything to experience that feeling again, as many
times as I could, as soon as was possible.  Mom was right; her daughter was
a slut and I loved every bit of it.  Mom and Dad now had what they had
wanted all along, ... a slut daughter, a sex toy for family and friends to
use and enjoy.  But I can honestly say this; I was the one who wanted it
and enjoyed it the most.  I made the decision then, with the two cock heads
still in me, sex was what I wanted.  Sex was going to be my business.

   (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)