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 My Name Is - Part 4

   By Ginny (M+/F/g, cons, inc, ped)

   Memories - My path 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 previous three parts
of "My Name Is" prior to 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.  As noted
before, memories are subjective in nature especially when reconstructing
events that took place up to 34 years ago.

   The double penetration was incredible.  To feel those two cock heads
independently filling my pussy and ass was the ultimate for me.  It was
then, and continues to be now, what can get me off the quickest.  This was
my first ever double-cock-head penetration.  Even before my Dad and his
"guests" filled me with their cum, I had made up my mind to do anything to
experience this feeling again.

   Mom was right; her daughter was fast developing a nymphomania type
personality (a very polite way of saying I was on track to becoming a
slut). Deep down inside of me, I was growing comfortable being sexually
compared to her.  The peach doesn't fall far from the tree.

   Mom and Dad had been gently guiding me in this direction from the day of
my birth...a schooled slut daughter, a sex toy for family and carefully
selected friends to be pleasured by.  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.  The pleasure and excitement of the
sex act was what I enjoyed far more than anyone could imagine.  I didn't
know how but I did know I wanted sex to occupy a very large part of my
daily life.

   Mom and or Dad would arrange for one or two other "guests" to come home
every few weeks (maybe it was monthly or bimonthly; my memory is foggy on
this), resulting in me being exposed to many different personal sexual
needs.  Everyone had his or her own favorite position or activity. 
Sometimes we all joined in, sometimes it was just me putting on one of my
one-girl shows, sometimes we fucked, and sometimes we didn't.  It didn't
seem like anything was really planned, it just kind of happened.  It was a
fun time for me.  I was getting all the cock and pussy I wanted and I was
learning little sex secrets that could bring pleasure quickly or slowly. 
My vagina was slowly growing and expanding to where I was finally able to
get the majority of Dad's cock in me.  Things were looking good.  Then at
ten and a half, Mother Nature paid me a call and puberty hit me over the
head.  Well, not individually over my head, between my legs, maybe.  I had
my first period.  My hormones were flowing; my boobs itched and became
sensitive; I started to get fine pubic hair (which to this day I continue
to hate with a passion) and I became moody and very private.  The onset of
puberty had turned me inside out.

   I started talking back to my Mom (something I had never done before or
since), and I became argumentative and withdrawn.  I began wearing pajamas
under my bathrobe, closed the door to my bedroom when I wanted to be alone
and even started drawing the shades down so no one could watch me undress.

   Mom did the best she could to try and explain what was going on.  When I
had turned ten she started to prepare me for what I was now going through,
but how do you tell a ten-year-old about puberty in a way they could
understand and accept?  I honestly thought I was going crazy or dying and
the way things were going I would have preferred the latter.  This kind of
madness would start then stop, then start again, then stop again. 
Eventually this would calm down and by the time I reached eleven it was
somewhat under control.  However, the six months leading up to that
leveling off were, shall we say, "interesting?" About a week and a half out
of every month I was miserable.  I couldn't tell when my period would start
or when it would end.  Sometimes it was short; sometimes it was overly
long. The remaining days and weeks of the month I was fine and had no
problems with having sex or anything else.

   If I wasn't in one of my funky moods, things were kind of "normal" and I
continued to enjoy sex.  Dad got back into inviting carefully selected
guests over to the house but not as often as before.  I was so totally
missing those double penetration sessions.  The ones I did have were
awesome, so that was some consolation.

   The one thing I did miss out on were friends my own age who were into
sex as much as I was.  Let's face it; consensual incest is really not a
topic of normal conversation between adults, to say nothing of sharing your
pre-teen daughter with guests from outside the family.  So my circle of
friends was, shall we say, somewhat limited.  I did have one close friend
and we shared a great deal of things, including our experiences.  She was
the daughter of the nurse that mom and Dad took me to when I got into
trouble masturbating with things a little too large for my pussy.  So it
wasn't as bad or lonely as I made it out to be.  We became good friends and
are still in contact with each other.

   It was a weekend towards the end of the summer and Dad called to tell
Mom he was on the way home with some friends and he wanted to know what
kind of mood I was in.  My period had ended two days before but I was still
spotting a little.  However, Mom must have said I was somewhat civil
because Dad came home not too much later.

   I got undressed, put my white thigh high stockings on and got my summer
see-through bathrobe out of the closet.  I made sure I had enough lube and
fresh batteries for the vibrators and put everything on my bed.  I douched
and washed around my pussy one more time, then put a small hint of perfume
just above the hood of my clit.  Mom got the camera out as the guests
always wanted those Polaroid photos.

   The men that Dad brought home that afternoon, (I saw only two come in
with him), were not as old as I had grown to expect.  Thinking back now I
would say they were unquestionably out of high school and most probably in
college.  They groaned as I got on my knees and sucked them off until the
pre-cum just started showing from the top of their pee holes.  Then I got
up on the table, let my see-through bathrobe slide off onto the kitchen
floor and began my little show.  I reached down to my hairless crotch,
shoved my fingers inside my well-lubed pussy, and pulled my favorite small
pink vibrator out.

   I was around four months shy of my eleventh birthday and my boobs were
just starting to bud.  So I started to play with my nipples a little by
moving the vibrator slowly around and over them.  I was still flat as a
board with no tits whatsoever, but the guys really got off watching me move
that vibrator all over my nipples.  I got a thrill showing off like that.
It was awesome to know that I could keep their cocks hard just by playing
with myself.  I think I was more excited than they were.  Anyway, I sucked
on the vibrator, shoved it all the way back into my pussy, got on my hands
and knees with my ass way up in the air so my pussy was right in the faces
of our two "guests" and pushed-squeezed that 5 inch vibrator out of my
sopping wet hole.  It made a small thud as it hit the top of the kitchen
table then it kind of vibrated around a little because it was still turned
on.

   That was enough for one of the guests.  He stood up, grabbed me by my
hips, lifted me off of the table and carried me into my bedroom.  Somehow I
wound up on top of him in a perfect reverse cowboy position.  He lifted me
up, I reached down and put the head of his cock up against my still lubed
up pussy and he lowered me down on his cock.  I felt him cum even before he
bottomed out against my cervix.  Damn!  Not even a second pump, there was
no fun for me with this guy.  One and done.  So here I was full of his cum
and I never even had a chance to work up a sweat.

   By this time the other guest was on my bed.  He opened up my legs;
pulled my hips up, found my butt hole with his cock.  I relaxed as best I
could and he buried the head of his cock into my anal cavity.  The cum from
his buddy's load leaked out of my pussy down the crack of my ass onto his
cock.  He would pump my ass, which would squeeze my pussy and more cum
would leak out.  I was a self-priming cum pump.

   Thank goodness, this guy lasted a lot longer than the first one did and
he knew enough to keep his cock in my ass and didn't try to fuck my pussy.
I didn't climax but had a good ride and he seemed to enjoy himself.  I
couldn't tell when he came but I knew he had when I felt his warm cum
dripping out of my ass.  So I had popped the cookies of two guys, my bottom
was soaked with their cum I had worked (pardon the pun) my ass off but I
still had an itch that needed to be scratched.

   Mom and Dad gathered up the clothes, and told the two guys to take a
shower and clean up.  I went upstairs to my parents' bathroom, took my
shower, changed into my jeans and sweatshirt, tossed my white thigh high
stockings down the laundry shoot and took a nap.  I guess, while I was
sleeping, Dad took the two guys back to where he had met them because when
I came down stairs my bedroom was cleaned, the bed was made, the kitchen
was back in order, and my parents were in the living-room where they both
were watching the evening news.  All was right with the world except I had
this feeling deep inside me that could only be taken care of by a few cocks
filling me up and working my holes until I climaxed.  I wanted some hard
sex.

   Mom was the first to notice me and motioned for me to come over and sit
with her.  She wanted to know if everything was okay, did I hurt anywhere,
were the guys too hard on me.  She was legitimately concerned.  While I
honestly don't remember what my word for word response was to her
questions, in general I do remember I was pissed that I got the guys off
but they didn't work at getting me off; it was all so one sided.  They
didn't care if I "finished" or not.  All they wanted was to pop their
cookies into the ass and the bald pussy of this guy's pre-teen slut
daughter.  They just wanted to brag about fucking the daughter of someone
(my Mom) who occasionally had parts in porn films.

   OK, time to clear something up about Mom and Dad.  For those of you who
didn't read Part One of this collage of memories I noted on the first page
that: "They both were involved in the twilight world of professional sex
and were slightly more than just interested in (during the mid to late 60's
and early 70's) the then partially gray legal area of pedo sex photographs,
magazines, and film." So it should not come as a surprise to anyone that I
knew what Mom and Dad did to earn extra money to make ends meet.  It wasn't
like they tried to hide anything.  I was very much aware that I was the
daughter of a "professional working girl." It didn't change they way they
loved me and it certainly didn't change the way that I love them; it was
the way it was and that's it.
I could hear Mom and Dad talking that night.  She was kind of laying
into him over the attitude of the last two guys he brought home for me to
screw and for my parents to photograph.  Have to be more careful...can't
get her pregnant...too many people know what's going on...we should stop

for a while...we need to talk to....

   I knew instinctively I was the subject of that conversation.  I didn't
know how but I unconsciously understood things were about to change.

   I don't remember how many days passed but I do have this memory of all
of us in the car driving over to see the Nurse.  For the sake of clarity
I'll call her Judith (Jude).  Until I get her permission to use her real
name, Jude's daughter (my one and only close friend) will be referred to as
Ashley.

   Mom and Dad were off talking to Jude while Ashley and I took off for her
bedroom so I could go through her closets and try on all her clothes.  Plus
she had some wicked magazines of nude boys.  Yum.  Ashley and I had an
awesome afternoon; we filled a few sketchpads with drawings of dresses
along with stupid drawings of boy's cocks.  It was a fun time.  Mom and Dad
came into the bedroom with the message that it was time for us to head back
home.  Everyone said their goodbyes; Ashley and I French kissed each other
in front of her mother and my parents.  That kiss was wicked awesome and I
liked it.

   On the way home Dad started talking about what went on in the meeting
with Jude.  Mom and Dad wanted her advice on how to get birth control for
me without resorting to condoms.  They told her that I was now involved in
screwing guys other than Dad.  It seems that when she heard this she was
anything but upset.  In fact, she was downright pleased.

   It seemed that Jude, because of her medical position with the people who
made those porn films, came to know of a man who wanted pictures and movies
of pre-teen girls getting fucked.  Ashley had already made one fuck movie
for him with a man a little younger than my Dad.  The anonymous pedo
collector made it known to Jude that he wanted her to find another girl the
same age as her daughter who could fuck just as hot as Ashley.

   There were some important pre-conditions that this second girl had to
meet.  The first being, she must be younger than 12 with absolutely no
pussy hair.  The second was no boobs, and the last was she must
legitimately get pleasure from fucking.  No faking it.

   Then Dad asked the big question.  Dad had shown Jude some Polaroid
photos of me doing some guy and Jude thought this unnamed man (the
collector) would like me because I was smiling in some of the photos and in
the others my eyes were rolled back into my head like I was really into
what was going on, which I was.

   So Dad's question to me was, would I like to do, or did I have any
objections to making movies like Ashley was making.  Would I be comfortable
being fucked by someone this man picked out while someone made movies of me
getting screwed?  Maybe even Ashley and I doing something together.

   The only questions I had were, "When could we start?" followed by,
"Would I get any money for it?" quickly followed by, "After I got the adult
men off would they get me off?" Are you kidding?  An exhibitionist and
showoff like me turning a chance like this down?  No way.  It was agreed;
if the man liked me, I had Mom and Dad's approval to make pedo movies for
him.  I wondered whether this meant I was a prostitute or maybe a whore. 
The answer to that was important.  I didn't want to be called a whore.  I
didn't like prostitute either, but "working girl" was cool.

   I was surprised at the flood of thoughts that were flashing through my
head.  Not the least of which was, would I have time enough to do all my
school homework.  If I was going to lose my weekends this was an important
question for me.  Then I thought all this couldn't last that long anyway
because my boobs were `budding' so it wouldn't be that long before I
couldn't meet the no boob pre-condition.  Mom could shave my pussy but I
couldn't hide the fact that eventually I would have boobs.  I didn't sleep
well that night.  I wasn't just plain over excited, I was hyper.

   Mom got the phone call from Jude the next afternoon before I got home
from school.  The man (the collector) liked what he saw in the photos.  He
wanted to interview us at Jude's house in the morning, "us" meaning Mom and
Dad and me.  Another night without sleep.  I was getting nervous.

   The time finally came; we were all at Ashley's house.  Mom and Dad and
Jude were in her kitchen and Ashley and I were in her bedroom.  Ashley had
just started telling me about the movie she made when Mom stuck her head in
the door and called the both of us out.  He was tall, well dressed, spoke
very quietly and was the type of person that you instinctively paid
attention to.  He was also not the man who wanted the pedo fuck movies; he
was his "secretary." This was the man who made all the arrangements; he
also was the person who actually filmed all the fuck movies.

   The interview consisted of me stripping down to my socks (there's that
stocking fetish again) and doing some dance moves, and the `secretary'
checking that my hymen had been opened.  He took out a dildo and measured
how far he could push it up my pussy and in my ass.  He asked if I had ever
been gangbanged, would I mind multiple penetrations, being tied up, and did
I swallow cum.  My answers were, in order: No, but I wanted to; no; I
wouldn't mind at all, as long as it didn't hurt, and yes, I did--yum!  I
was to be in my first movie the following Saturday.

   I never directly met the man who wanted and paid for the movies.  I made
over a dozen of them in a little over six months.  I never knew his name
and I never saw him, not once.  After my nipples formed and I started to
show some boobs, that was it.  I had grown too old for his taste.  But he
did do something for me a few years down the road so I think he was pleased
with my appetite for sex and was somehow keeping an eye on me.

   To Be Continued

   Thank you for spending a few moments with me.  In the event you have
comments, they may be sent to: thefamilytoy@hotmail.com

   Ginny

   (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)