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 Sweet Baby Whore - Chapter 4
By:Ginny

   (M/F/gg, inc, fist, pedo cons)

   This is the forth chapter of the addendum to my five-part "My Name Is"
Autobiography.  All five chapters of which can be found by searching for
all stories by "Ginny" here on Prutales.  This new series extends the time
period covered within my Autobiography however, under a new title.  The
following events, as before, are taken from my diaries and from my
remembrances including chats with my Mom and Dad.  When you read part five
of "My Name Is" you will understand the use of this new title

   Chapter 4:

   I felt Ashley's tongue probing my ear then her whispered comment, "
somewhere around 500 or so, including, all the times I took the Knot from
our dogs.  Mom is still thinking it over.  How about you?"

   "What?"

   "How many cocks have been in my pussy.  You wanted to know how many
times I've had a cock in my pussy.  You didn't say what kind of cock so,
Mom is trying to figure both guy's cocks and dog cocks."

   Now, I fully understand this is not your normal morning conversation a
person would have upon awakening from a full nights sleep.  But, then
again, Ashley isn't your normal between the sheets partner.

   We had been somewhat sexually over active the day before what with
Ashley and her Mom coming out of the closet regarding their fondness for
bestiality.  Their admission, together with my Mom's acceptance of it, that
her best friend (Jude) and her daughter (Ashley) both enjoy riding the
Knot, was a huge obstacle for Mom to overcome.  (My Mom cannot stomach
bestiality)

   Yesterday evening Ashley and I had put a show on for my Mom and Dad,
Ashley's Mom, and her male partner.  We, Ashley and I, got wasted on wine,
became sexually exhausted then passed out in each other's arms on our bed.
Things were beginning to come back to me.

   What started all of this was yesterday, when I was fisting my lover's
pussy (Ashley), I was able to insert my entire hand up and fully into her
cunt.  Which to my way of thinking was slightly unusual for a 12-year-old
pussy to be able to have room for.  So I asked her how many times a cock
had been in her pussy.

   I thought that it was a reasonable question.  I mean really, Ashley and
I were the same age (12).  I was convinced that I was the primo fuck toy of
the neighborhood.  But, when I was able to stretch her pussy to the point
where she was able to take my entire hand up into her vaginal cavity, it
was a bit of a surprise to me.  So, I asked her just how many times she had
been fucked.

   Now I had the answer.

   "So, how many times have you been fucked.  How many times have you had a
cock, any cock, in your pussy?" Ashley was becoming persistent.  I had to
admit, I had no clue.

   I knew, as far back as I could honestly remember I had been very active
with my pussy.  I played with it all the time.  I had always tried to shove
something in as far as it would go.  But, up until I was 7 or so, it was
always dildos and vibrators or toys of some sort.  So, I was thinking that
Ashley had a 3-year head start when it came getting screwed with a guys
cock.

   However, after that first time with my Father, it seemed as if at least
the head of his cock or one of his friends' cocks were slipping between my
pussy lips sometimes more than twice a day.

   I thought exactly how many times could be a high number but I had to be
honest, I didn't know, and at the moment I really didn't care.  But, that
was about to change.

   "Lets go ask Mom and Dad." So, up we got, naked as jaybirds, went out of
our bedroom and started across the kitchen.  Ashley's Mom was at the table
drinking her first cup of coffee for the day.

   She had her nightshirt on but nothing else and her boobs clearly showed
through the thin material.  She looked up, smiled, said "morning" and went
back to her coffee.

   Then, it was up the stairs to my parent's bedroom.

   "Ashley wants to know how many cocks, have been in my pussy." The
question really didn't get answered.  First of all, my Mom and Dad looked
like they were still asleep.  Secondly, the gentleman that Ashley's Mom
brought with her to the get-together the night before was in bed with them.
The four of them must have had a good time.

   "What?"

   "Ashley wants to know how many times a cock, any cock, has been in my
pussy" Ashley says her Mom said that it has been around 500 for her.  I
want to know how many have been in mine."

   "Sweetheart, please go back down stairs" grumble, grumble.  Believe me I
knew the tone of that voice.  So Ashley and I backed out of my Parents
bedroom and went down to the kitchen.

   The light bulb went on, "My diaries, lets go check my diaries."

   Now, it's early morning, it's within a week before the end of July; it's
warm and very humid we're still naked and we're looking through my diaries
to see if I kept count on just how many times I thought it was important
enough to write down who shoved a cock head in me, when it happened, and
how many times they did it.

   Does this give you some idea of my pre-teen life?  Not that it
drastically changed that much when I became a teenager.

   Out came the diaries that I started keeping at the age of five, 1973
through 1979 and the first part of 1980.  Flip, flip, flip my printing,
then my hand righting, was atrocious.  Things didn't start to make sense
until 1975 when I turned 7.

   "Daddy pushed his cock in me for the first time hooray!!!!!!"

   1975 turned out to be a very good year, 76 was even better and, 77 was
the bomb, over 200 times in 1977.  Most of the time it was Daddy but more
and more it was also his `friends' and some guys Mom would bring home when
she managed to get a part in a porn film.

   By the time we finished 1979 and were flipping through the early pages
of 1980, I just picked up all the diaries and put them back in my closet. I
had no idea that the number was so high.  Who counts that sort of thing
anyway?

   It was all so natural to me.  Other people read books, put puzzles
together, were into sports or, what ever.  It seems I spent my free time
and energy fucking or working out ways to get fucked.

   Talk about being a pedo slut fuck toy!  Well, in 1980 that's what I was,
and I'm not going to try and say I wasn't.  I am very comfortable with who
I was then and who I am now.  It is all a part of my life and I'm not going
to deny any of it.

   Final number over 80 more than Ashley all human and all men over 18. 
Many, many of them were the same people over and over again but the
question wasn't `different' cocks just how many.

   The competitive games 12-year-old girls play on each other.  Especially
very, very close friends who just happen to be each other's lovers as well.
The sound of Ashley's voice, the touch of her hand, a hint of her perfume,
still, to this very day, causes me to melt.

   It was still early morning, Ashley's Mom was rattling around in the
kitchen so Ashley and I wondered out from our bedroom to check if there was
anything to eat.  There was coffee, warm toast, and fresh cottage cheese on
the table.  Yum.

   Aunt Jude was still in her nightshirt, which, by the way, only came down
to just above her hips so; her pussy was in full view.

   Aunt Jude's hips help form one of those crotches where her thighs don't
fully come together.  So you can see the full beauty of her cunt.  Her
pubic mound, the small bump of her clit hood, the way her pussy lips met.
Standing the way she was, with her legs just slightly parted, her superb
pussy was fully exposed.  Thankfully, Ashley has inherited this from her
mother.  Ashley's crotch is wicked awesome.

   That morning, Aunt Jude's pussy was, shall we say, glistening with her
own juices and was lacking any hair what so ever.  It was as bald as the
day she was born.  Below her tan line, her skin was the color of milk,
which only made the display of her cunt more appealing.

   The thought flashed through my mind to eat her instead of the coffee and
toast.  But ........  it wasn't the time or the place.  Besides, I wanted
some coffee.

   After breakfast, Ashley and I showered together, got dressed and, headed
out to walk down to the wharf to watch the boat traffic.  The tide chart on
the kitchen wall indicated that Dad had about and hour before his boat
would be going out and I needed to be there.

   It was my habit to blow him a kiss as the deck hands cast the lines off.
Dad said it was his good luck charm.  Fishermen in general, but Daddy in
particular, have their superstitions.  So, I was not about to jinx a trip
that put food on our table and paid the bills.

   This time Ashley and I both through kisses and I crossed my fingers as
well.

   Ashley and I held hands as we walked back to the house.  She would be
returning to her own home within the week.  I was feeling better and better
each day so the reason for me to have a friend staying with me as I
recovered was slowly, inexorably, drawing to a close.  Ashley's Mom would
need her home soon.

   The more I thought about her leaving the more bummed I got.  So by the
time we got back to my house I was on the verge of tears.

   We came back through the screen door leading into the kitchen.  Mom was
talking to Dad on the SSB radio with a cup of fresh coffee in one hand and
the microphone in the other giving him the new prices on the fish that came
in over night.  He needed to know the prices so he could time his arrival
back at the dock when ever that would be.  Only he could figure that out.

   Aunt Jude and her male friend from last evening were coming down the
stairs, this time she was fully dressed.  Her male friend was all smiles
and as he walked passed gave Ashley and I both a smack on the rear.  I
think he was more than just slightly disappointed that he didn't get the
chance to screw me.  I had to admit I felt the same way.  It would have
been exciting.

   Aunt Jude turned towards Ashley and spoke quietly to her, saying that
next weekend Ashley had to be ready to come home.  Aunt Jude had a new
assignment that required her to be in California and she wanted Ashley with
her.  No argument.

   I think it was the next day, but I can't be sure, it was however
sometime during that week that the `Secretary' called Mom looking for Aunt
Jude.  It seems that things were coming together for Ashley to take a
little trip to NM to get acquainted with a pony or two.

   When Mom told Ashley late that afternoon after she and I came in from
walking to the grocery store, she absolutely glowed.  I mean really, who
can get that keyed up about a horse cock?  Apparently, Ashley could, she
was legitimately excited.

   Then reality paid everyone a visit.

   Aunt Jude was to start a new assignment.  There was no way she would let
Ashley go alone.

   Mom finally got Aunt Jude on the phone later in the evening.  After some
explaining Mom and Jude ended their conversation with the understanding
that Jude was to call Mom back in the morning.  It was a long night.

   Ashley and I went to bed way late that night.  We just kind of held each
other and I did my best to try and take her mind off of things but it
didn't work.  Ashley really wanted to do that video with the pony.  But, it
just didn't work out.

   The conversation that mom and Aunt Jude had the following morning was a
downer.

   It turns out that Mom was willing to go with Ashley and watch after her
but Daddy couldn't go because he wouldn't be home in time.  Plus, there was
no way that Mom would leave me alone by myself with Dad still out at sea.

   The arrangements just couldn't be made to work, it was bad timing all
the way around.

   So, it was agreed to that a fresh attempt to get everyone together would
be made on the first school vacation in the fall.  This gave everyone
enough time to plan things out, plus I could go then.  Problem solved.

   Later that night, after all our chores were done, Ashley and I managed
to get our naked aching bodies up on top of the sheets of our bed.

   In between all our kisses and, when we weren't licking each other,
fondling each other or slipping a well lubed hand into each others well
lubed pussy just to see how deep we could go, she tried to tell me what she
thought was so freaking special about having sex with a pony.

   Ashley is lying beside me with her tongue in my ear and her over lubed
hand up my cunt.  "Feel how my hand is stretching your pussy?  Feel how I'm
moving it all around?  Now imagine my hand is just the very first few
inches of a very long, very hard, very thick hard cock.  And, that cock has
the biggest load of cum you have ever had pumped into you." "Does that
answer your question?"

   I thought for a few seconds and honestly responded, "not really." "When
a guy fucks me a few of the things that really turn me on are his facial
expressions, what he says to me, how he responds to what I ask him to do
and, the way he holds me after he cums.  A horse can't do that.  And, I
need it." "For me, a horse cock would be just a living dildo."

   Ashley's response to my comments was something like "well, to each her
own." Then she got on top of me and tried to find my tonsils with her
tongue while she humped my clit with her pubic mound.  She moved her body
downward but still remained on top of me.

   Her lips moved off of my mouth and down to my boobs where she found my
nipples.  Her hands kneaded both of my tits, squeezed my nipples and gently
held them in her teeth then, she bit down.

   I was very proud of my boobs, 12 years old and I almost, (almost is
stretching it just a little), filled an "A" cup.

   Then she slid further down my body coming to rest between my legs, I
took over working my own boobs.  I kneaded and pulled them, rolling my
nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

   Ashley's thumbs were now massaging my clit hood and her mouth found my
cunt where she spent a very, very long time licking, sucking, and finally,
biting down on my now swollen clit.

   Now I ask you, what more could a girl hope for from her lover?  I was in
dreamland.

   Her hand effortlessly slid between my gaping, wet pussy lips.  I could
feel her fingers pushing up against the button that guarded the opening to
my cervix.

   Before I knew it, Ashley had her other hand working its way into me.  My
cunt lips, which my darling lover had smothered with lubed, were now
stretched to the point where I could feel my skin protesting.  The opening
to my cunt was on fire and I had Ashley's two hands deep into my vaginal
cavity.  So deep that I could feel her watchband scraping against my clit
as she pumped her hands into my sloppy, stretched open, burning cunt.

   I had to ask her to stop.  I couldn't run the risk of losing all the
progress I had made in recovering from the last gangbang.  I honestly think
that this was the only time I ever asked Ashley to do that, I had to ask
her to stop.

   Slowly, she withdrew one hand and then the other from my sopping wet,
stretched open cunt.  Ashley started to cry, babbling how sorry she was,
that she didn't mean to hurt me.  She just wanted me to know what it was
like to get fucked by a pony and why she enjoyed it so much.

   Evidently even at the tender age of 12 she was starting to develop the
same desires as my Mother.  Which were, to have her cunt pulled open and be
internally stretched as deep as possible.  Ashley's Mom had been coaching
her on this for years so she could ride the dog knot without doing harm to
herself.

   As we held and kissed each other she recounted all this to me in a flood
of whispers through her sobs and tears.  It really blew my mind I had no
idea that she was this passionate about animal sex.

   We both calmed down, I wiped the tears from her face and did my best to
let her know that she didn't hurt me.  She did, shall we say, make my pussy
slightly tender to the touch, but it was nothing that I hadn't experienced
before.  Internally I felt fine.

   We fell asleep that night as we had so many nights before, in each
other's arms with our naked bodies held together in an embrace.  My face
cuddled up against her neck breathing in the hint of her perfume.

   I wanted the world to stop, I remember thinking I never wanted us to
leave our bed.  My pussy juices and the remnants of lube that had
abundantly covered Ashley's hands were still finding their way out from
between my cunt lips.  That sweet smell of sex then joined with the hint of
Ashley's perfume, which made the end to our lovemaking for the night
perfect.

   I drifted off to blissful sleep with thoughts of being repeatedly fucked
by gigantic horse cocks then being hosed down with horse cum.  I believe I
had a smile on my face.

   July slipped into August with lots of rain and yucky weather.  Ashley
had left for home then went along with her Mom to Northern California and
Aunt Jude's new temporary assignment.  I felt alone even with my Mom and
Dad trying to cheer me up.  I missed Ashley so much I ached.

   I buried myself in books and used the time finishing up my summer
reading list.  School was scheduled to start the first week in September
and I wanted to get ahead in my assignments.

   One day, Mom got a call from the folks who were getting the cast
together for a new fuck movie.  She had a good chance of getting the part
and working with Juliet Anderson of `Aunt Peg' fame.  She eventually was
hired and got the part.  It was the only film she ever did without Aunt
Jude being on the set.

   I guess what I'm trying to get across here is that the rest of the
summer went by without anything unusual happening.  Daddy and I slipped
into our regular routine of me sucking him off in the shower then me
sitting down on his cock and fucking him.  When ever he came home or was in
port long enough we religiously followed this habit.

   Mom continued my lessons on how to deep throat a cock.  She had me
practicing with those soft, flexible, rubber dildos.  I actually did
eventually get the hang of it and performed it over and over again on Daddy
much to his delight.

   The only thing I didn't like then and still don't like now is, when you
deep throat a guy with a long cock and he cums when he is against the back
of your throat, you can't taste his cum and there is a good chance it will
come out your nose.  But if it pleases him and you do it right it's worth
it.

   The first of September had come and departed so the start of school was
right around the corner.  Summer was all but gone when the phone rang and
Ashley was on the other end of the line.  (It may be hard for some people
to accept, but we didn't have cell phones in 1980 at least my family
didn't)

   Ashley and her Mom were home and were coming over for dinner.

   It had only been a little over a month but when Ashley came through the
door I squealed like a little kid and we both ran towards each other.  She
was tanned and I swear her boobs had grown; at least she was now wearing a
`training' bra.  I've always wondered how do you train tits?

   During dinner the news of the day was exchanged.  Mom mentioned the
movie she had just finished, I proudly announced my new achievement of
performing deep throat, and Aunt Jude announced that Ashley would be doing
the pony movie down in New Mexico around the second week of October.  The
Lady collector wanted my best friend and my lover to perform sex with each
of three different ponies, one of them with vaginal penetration if
possible.

   Ashley was bouncing up and down on her chair, with the biggest smile on
her face ever; Daddy nearly choked on his coffee, Mom didn't say a word but
you could tell she had finally accepted the fact that Jude and Ashley were
into bestiality.  I leaned over and whispered into Ashley's ear that I
wanted to go with her.

   I asked Mom for permission for Ashley and I to leave the table so we
could get `caught' up on our things.  Mom kind of shooed us away, which was
good enough for me, so, we (Ashley and I) got up from the table and kind of
ran into `our' bedroom.

   I don't think the door had been closed for more than a second before we
were stripping our clothes off then hugging and kissing each other.

   The only portion of Ashley's body that was not deeply tanned was her
crotch it was still white as milk and still bald as a baby's.  She spun
around with her arms held up in a ballet move that revealed even the cheeks
of her ass were tanned.

   Then I spotted the small, delicate gold rings that were pierced through
each nipple; that, dear people, turned me on like a light switch.  My pussy
became moist, my boobs began to ache and I wanted to get her nipples
complete with gold ring and as much of her tanned tits as I could into my
mouth.

   To be continued . . . . . . . . . .

   I appreciate the reader spending time with me by paging through this
portion of my life's story.  In the event you have comments, (all are
welcomed) I may be reached at: thefamilytoy@hotmail.com

   Sincerely Virginia (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)