Jenny
Jones guessed it began when Katy was not quite three years old. The
first time she saw her daughter masturbating, she thought it might be
an accident. As she walked into her bedroom, Katy sat with her legs in
a W, back to the door, bouncing up and down. When she turned around,
Jenny saw her daughter's favorite stuffed dog right where she had been
sitting.
Later she saw Katy moving rhythmically as she straddled the arm of the
sofa.
"Katy, why are you doing that?"
"What?"
"Rubbing against the sofa like that."
Katy looked confused for a moment, then began rubbing again and gave
her mother a big smile. "Like this?"
"Yes, like that. Why do you do it?"
"It feels good." She shifted her gaze away from her mother to the
middle of the air as she humped in a very careful motion.
Jenny's
instinct was to tell her to cut it out, but she decided to learn more.
She looked it up on the web and consulted with a few of the other
mothers. It apparently wasn't that uncommon. For the time being, the
advice was to ignore it. Her husband John was happy to go along, as on
most parenting matters.
But when Katy started preschool, the
teacher brought it up casually and asked if Jenny had noticed that
behavior at home. Jenny explained the advice she'd been given to just
ignore it so her daughter didn't get the message that her body was
shameful.
The teacher suggested it might be time to move to the
next stage, which Jenny knew well from her reading. She'd emphasize
that there was nothing wrong about what she was doing, but it was
something to do in private, in her bedroom with the door closed. Katy
tried, but she forgot a lot of the time.
Katy was approaching
four, and she masturbated even more. It seemed all too often some
rhythmic sound would come to Jenny's attention, and she'd find her
daughter moving up and down with her crotch pressed against something.
It could be anything -- the stuffed dog, her wadded-up sweater or
pillow, the arm of the sofa, or quite commonly the center post of her
car seat. It could even just be a floor, as the girl spread her legs
especially wide so her tender female parts pressed hard against the
flat surface on the downstroke, and came mostly away on the upstroke.
The
teachers reported that at preschool it was something of a problem. Katy
always stopped when it was pointed out to her, but then she forgot
again. Jenny was secretly relieved when the teachers' fancy methods at
curbing this behavior were no more effective than her own best effort
at home.
Katy's line, "Goodnight, grandma. I'm going to
masturbate before I go to sleep!" was reported cheerfully by Jenny's
mother, but Jenny was still embarrassed. There followed the explanation
to Katy that it wasn't something to talk about either, at least not
with anyone other than mommy or daddy. There was no need to feel
ashamed, but it was private enough that you not only did it in private,
but you didn't talk about doing it.
Katy was doing much better
by age five. One day Jenny paused in the hallway a few yards short of
Katy's door, where the angles were right to give her a thin vertical
view into her room. She realized Katy had been very good about not
doing it in public for some time. But now she saw her squatting, almost
like a frog, holding her weight on her hands and rubbing her crotch on
the hardwood floor. Her dress had ridden up, Katy's eyes were closed,
and her whole world seemed to be her pantied crotch pressing against
the floor, as she carefully changed pressures and angles in a rhythmic
motion to get exactly the sensations she wanted. The rhythm became
jerky, with pauses between small, intense presses. Katy's brow
furrowed, she bit her lip, and then she shuddered and relaxed. Her eyes
opened halfway, and Jenny suddenly realized Katy was directly facing
her, and she had just been spying on her own daughter having an orgasm!
She slipped back down the hallway the other direction, realizing her
own loins were glowing a bit. That night she surprised John by
suggesting sex, which he'd said he wished she'd do more. He was happy,
though of course she didn't dream of mentioning the relationship to
what she'd seen Katy doing.
The Main Part
(you know -- what's between the prologue and the epilogue)
Like
all children, Katy was curious about where babies came from. John had
heard Jenny report on a couple of the earliest inquiries, which she was
able to answer with generalities about how part of the daddy got
together with part of the mommy and grew in the mommy's tummy. Then
once he'd heard Jenny stumble awkwardly in answer to, "But how does
part of the daddy get into the mommy?"
John was more comfortable
with these things than his wife. When he came in to say goodnight, he
paused and asked, "I heard you ask mom about how babies are made. Did
she answer your question?"
"It didn't make any sense."
John smiled. "I'm not surprised. Do you want me to tell you?"
Katy nodded eagerly.
"You
know how boys have a penis and you girls don't, but you have some
labia?" That was the word they'd used for her external genitalia.
"Yeah."
"Well,
daddies have penises too, of course, and between a woman's labia
there's a special hole called a vagina. That's what mommies and daddies
use to make babies: a penis and vagina."
"Yeah, I know what they are. But how do they use them? I still don't
get it."
"OK,
I can tell you, but sometimes kids are grossed out. It's not something
you have to know about at your age unless you want to."
"I want to! I want to! How does it work?"
John
sighed and gulped. "Well, when the mommy and daddy both decide they
want a baby, the daddy sticks his penis into the mommy's vagina, and
then some special fluid comes out the end of his penis right into her
vagina. That fluid combines with something in the mommy to make the
baby."
Katy's eyes were wide, her jaw open, but there was no visible 'yuck'
reaction. "That's weird! So, so -- you and mommy did that?"
"Um, yeah, that's how we made you."
"You -- you peed in her?" Now there was a wrinkled nose.
"No, it's not pee, it's something else that only comes out then. And a
daddy only does it when a mommy really wants him to."
"OK. Wow, that's weird... Thanks, daddy! Thanks for telling me! Mommy
just never made sense about it."
"Thanks, Katy, happy to help. Love you. Goodnight."
The soft, sweet voice of his daughter roused him gradually from sleep.
"Daddy?"
The voice was coming from Katy's room down the hall. Jenny did the bulk
of the child-rearing, but John was the lighter sleeper, so he usually
woke first when Katy called out in the night. It made sense for him to
handle it if he could. Except when she was sick, Katy had been a very
good sleeper.
He rose quietly and pulled the master bedroom door mostly closed as he
left, then went to Katy's room.
"What is it, honey?"
"I had a dream."
"A bad dream?"
"A dream. It was with me and Luke, from school. Except in the dream he
was a grown up. A man."
Katy didn't seem especially frightened or upset, so John was a little
irritated that she'd woken him up.
"We
wanted to make a baby together. So we took our clothes off, and I knew
his penis would have to go in my vagina, but instead of a penis, he had
something else where his penis would be. It was big and long and hard,
like a big carrot!"
She had John's attention now.
"I
said, 'What's that? We're supposed to use your penis.' And he said, 'It
is my penis!' But it was way too big. We both looked down at me, you
know, between the legs, and I opened myself up to show my vagina, but
it was too small. 'But I know it's got to go in there!' he said, and he
climbed on top of me, like he was going to stick it into me anyway. I
was scared, and I woke up. But I was kind of excited too."
"That
is a pretty unusual dream," said John, quite surprised but not wanting
to make a big deal of it. "You want a hug and then back to sleep?"
After the hug, Katy said, "But what was that thing where his penis
should be?"
"Um,
penises can change. Usually they're small and floppy. But when a man's
going to make a baby, it gets big and hard like that. That really was
his penis."
"It was? Then... It's too big."
"Well, when girls grow up, their vaginas get bigger too, and they're
pretty stretchy, so a big hard penis can fit in."
"So -- so, it was real?"
"No,
honey, of course not. It was just a dream." He came out of his night
time fog enough to be puzzled. How could she be dreaming accurately
about something that she had never been exposed to? "Are you sure
you've never seen a big penis like that?"
"No, never. I didn't think it was a penis."
"You didn't see anything like it before, thinking it was something
else?"
"No."
"Hmmm, that's strange."
"But
there's something else, daddy. It wasn't just like we decided to make a
baby and decided to do that yucky thing. He really wanted to put it in
me, like just really wanted to, like it would be fun. And I wanted him
to too. If I could have figured out how it fit. I wanted him to do that
weird thing to me!"
"Well, Katy, that's the way it is with
mommies and daddies. They like it when he puts his penis into her
vagina. They do it even when they're not trying to make a baby,
because, well, because they want to. And it feels good."
Katy sat up straight. "So you and mommy did it more than once?"
"Um,
yes, Katy. We did it more than once. All married men and women do it
regularly -- in private, and they don't tell anyone, of course."
"Huh!"
"But
that's all for when you're much, much older. Little kids don't do
anything like that. And even when you grow up, you never have to do it
if you don't want to."
"But in my dream --"
"Ah, it's just a dream, Katy. We dream all kinds of things. Don't worry
about it. Now go back to sleep."
"OK, daddy."
After
another kiss, he trudged back to bed. As he was drifting off, he
wondered why Katy would be having a dream like that. One possibility
was sexual abuse. So he asked her casually later if she and her friends
ever played with what was between each other's legs, and she said 'no'
almost absentmindedly, so he was about as sure as he could be that
there was nothing like that going on.
John dragged himself out of a deep sleep and walked down to Katy's room.
"Daddy, I had another dream!"
She
didn't look at all upset. He was of a mind to tell her she was a big
girl and to go back to sleep unless she was really scared, but he
hesitated. Her last dream had certainly been interesting. He sighed.
"I
dreamed about Luke again. We wanted to make a baby, and he got on top
of me and stuck that big fat penis right between my legs and pushed.
And it felt really weird, but it just slid inside! It felt so big up
there, but it didn't hurt. And then in my dream it felt really good!
Really, really good! And then I had one of those... well, you know how
I used to masturbate and then you got me to only do it in private?"
"Yes, I remember. You've been very good about that lately."
"Well,
when I do it for a while, I get this big happy feeling and then I'm
done. I still do it a lot, daddy. Just about every night. I like those
big happy feelings."
"Umm, that's nice --"
"But in my
dream I had the same kind! When his big penis was going in and out of
me really fast! So is that how it feels good, like that?"
"Um..."
He was more comfortable talking about sex than his wife, but how much
should he say? Be honest, answer the question, and get back to bed, he
figured. "Yes, that's how it feels good. Just like that."
"But in the dream he acted like that too, his thingie got real big up
inside me and then he moaned and relaxed."
"Yeah,
it's the same thing. Boys feel that too. I mean men do. When they're
making babies. In fact, it's just when they feel really good that the
special fluid comes out."
"Oh, wow! So I can feel good when a big penis is going in and out of
me?"
"No, Katy. You're way too young. Your vagina is still small. None of
this happens for real until you're much older."
"But I feel good down there. I feel really good, so that part's already
grown up!"
"Um,
well, maybe, but you're still way too young to be even thinking about
doing it with anyone else." But apparently not too young to have dreams
about it.
"Daddy, what's that bulge down there?" Before John
could react, she reached out and made contact with his erect penis.
Katy's eyes were like saucers.
John snatched her hand away
roughly and put it back in her lap. "Katy! That's private. You know not
to touch people's private parts!" He hadn't realized his body was
reacting that way.
"But daddy, it's big and hard. Like you want to make a baby!"
"No,
honey, it's not that at all. A penis gets hard other times too, not
just when he wants to make a baby." And one of those times is when
people are talking about sex. Even little girls. And it was obvious
from Katy's grin that she knew it wasn't an accident either. "So, now,
it's time to go back to sleep! You feel OK?"
She nodded and flopped down on her back. He pulled the covers up and
gave her a brief kiss on the cheek.
"Good night, daddy!"
"Good night."
His
cock was still hard as he lay in bed. Part of him was tempted to wake
Jenny up for sex, but she'd never go for that. She lay on her side
facing away from him, curled up. He had a momentary impulse to nestle
behind her, pull her panties to the side and plunge deep into her
pussy. He was sure he'd blow his load the second he got in to the hilt.
But that was out of the question of course.
Then he heard a
giggle from his daughter's room, then another one, and he was wide
awake. He listened very carefully and thought he heard faint rustling.
He knew he heard a few moans, and after a while he definitely heard a
big, "Aaaaahhhhhh!"
He wasn't attracted to his daughter, of
course. She was five and a half years old! And it would be incest. But
when she talked about sex in such detail and with such delight... It
naturally got him in the mood, right? He figured Katy would fall asleep
after her orgasm, and indeed there were no more sounds. But he was wide
awake. He lay for a minute, trying to relax, then tossed and turned.
Finally he walked to the master bathroom, reflecting that it had been
ages since he'd done this in the bathroom. What was good enough for
daughter was good enough for father too. He got a wad of toilet paper
in his left hand, ready to catch his mess. He stroked himself with his
right, fantasizing about Elizabeth, the young assistant at the office
-- fantasizing she lay on the waiting room couch, dress up and panties
down as she invited him into her pussy. Imagining himself thrusting
deep into her cunt, he soon got his release, sticking the wad of toilet
paper over the end of his cock just as it started spurting. When he'd
caught his breath he went back to bed. Just as he was drifting off, he
realized uneasily that in his imagination Katy's face had superimposed
itself on Elizabeth's just as he came.
It
was after dinner, and Jenny was cleaning the kitchen. Katy had found
him in his study. There were still a couple minutes before bath time.
"I had another dream last night, and I didn't wake you up."
"You weren't too scared, I hope?"
"No,
not scared. It was the same kind of dream, but, well, even more. But I
can't remember it so well now. I didn't want to wake you up, but with
no one to tell it to it just kind of went away."
"Dreams do that," he said.
"But I want to remember!" she said.
He
pursed his lips, thinking. Part of him was dying to know what his
daughter's imagination had come up with this time. But mostly, like a
good daddy, he wanted to help his daughter. He had an idea. They took
most of their pictures with their phones these days, but he had kept
the old digital camera. "There's the camera, right? It takes movies."
"But there's nothing to see!" said Katy with a giggle.
"True, but movies have sound too, right?"
"Oh."
"So
I can set the camera up for you, and if you wake up with a dream, you
can turn it on and tell the dream. Softly, though, so you don't wake me
and mommy up."
"OK, thanks daddy!"
While Katy took her bath he set the camera up in her room on the
bedside table.
John
was totally nonchalant about it. Just one more little job to do. While
Jenny was supervising Katy's bath the next evening, he examined the
camera in Katy's room and saw there was a movie. It was very nice of
Katy not to wake him up. He could do his part of helping Katy remember
her dreams during waking hours. So he uploaded the movie to his desktop
computer in his study and erased it on the camera to make more room,
then he put the camera back where it was.
In their household
Katy went to bed first, of course, by 8:30 in theory. Jenny turned in
around 11:00, and John typically stayed up until 12:30.
At 11:30
John seated himself before the computer in his study. He figured he
ought to see if the recording process had worked. Maybe it would be
inaudible, or he would just hear some confused babbling that would
trail off within a few minutes, followed by silence until the camera's
memory was full. The important thing was that he was helping Katy do
something she wanted -- to remember her dreams.
"Hi, camera,
this is Katy. Can you hear me? I had another really weird dream. My
daddy said I shouldn't wake him up all the time just because I have
weird dreams. Unless I'm really scared or something. But if I tell it
to you, Mr. Camera, then maybe I'll remember it better. So you'll have
to pretend to be my daddy. So, this is what I dreamed."
John
instantly forgot that his purpose was to make sure the camera was
working right. Katy's dream was mesmerizing. There were characters and
dialog. She used different voices for the different parts. She was also
dreaming about other people's thoughts.
[Few people can dictate
a story smoothly, and far fewer kindergarteners. So it's presented in
cleaned up form, with grown-up vocabulary added. But the story is all
Katy's. Katy's dream story.]
"You wake up this minute! I can smell it all the way in the other room!"
"Smell what? Ummm, uh-oh."
"Another wet dream! You're a very rude boy!"
"I'm sorry, mom, I can't help it."
"Oh, you can't help it, huh? You can't help it once you're in bed, but
you know how to prevent it, right?"
"Um, yeah, I guess..."
"You guess! Sperm smells disgusting when it just goes out in the air
like that. You remember where you're supposed to put it?"
"Umm, yeah, I guess, but I was so tired after practice."
"Well, I'm sure you were, but you still remembered to go to the
bathroom before bed, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, it's not much harder to prevent a wet dream, right?"
"Well,
a little." Bill stripped off his pajamas and briefs and threw them
angrily onto the floor, then headed off naked to the bathroom for a
very quick shower. He hoped he would find on his return that his mother
had taken the dirty clothes to soak and headed back to bed, but no such
luck.
"So, tell me your plan to keep this from happening again."
"Mom, I know what to do!" he said with exasperation.
His
mother told him anyway. "Your darling sweet sister Katy, she's 8 years
old now. She'll take it! You know she adores you, and she loves pulling
down her panties, spreading her legs and having you dive in. And a boy
your age, a couple strokes and you start spurting, right? Just stay in
long enough that all the dribbles are out, then use her cunny lips as a
squeegee on the way out. And her girly juice makes your semen all clean
and fresh before it comes out. And it's good for her, too."
"I know all that, mom," he said with exasperation. "I've been doing it
a couple times a week for a year."
"Just
six months. But after those couple wet dreams a month ago you agreed to
do it at least every other day, right? You're growing up and making
more sperm, so you've got to get rid of it more often. I'm thinking
we'd better go to every single day. You're lucky, you know. A lot of
boys have to go over to a neighbor's house to find a free little girl
to take it, and it's not always close. You've got your own sister, and
she loves to get it."
Katy padded in.
"What's that yucky smell? Did you do bad with your sperm again, Billy?
Don't you like me enough?"
"Gosh, I'm sorry, Katy. I was so tired and you were already asleep!"
"That's
OK, Billy. You can just crawl into my bed and pull up my nightie. I
don't wear panties to bed, just for you. I'd wake up in time to have a
big squeezy cum-cum when you stick it in, and it only takes you a
couple seconds."
"Yeah, I'm sorry, sis. Tomorrow night, OK?"
"Bill..." said his mother, her hand gliding between his legs.
"What? I already shot the stuff out just a few minutes ago!" he said,
but he didn't move away.
"Yeah, true..." said his mother, stroking her son's organ, which
rapidly got hard. "But a boy your age..."
"Oh, all right! ... Katy, would you like a nice quick little fuck now?"
His mother interrupted. "You owe her a nice long one -- you can last at
least a minute!"
"Oh, goody!" said Katy.
Katy skipped back to her room, and Bill followed, his stiff cock
swinging from side to side.
Within seconds she was on her back, nightgown scrunched up around her
stomach, with no panties covering her tender girl flesh.
"Tell you what, sis, let me be specially nice to you," he said, aiming
his tongue rather than his cock between her legs.
"Oh,
that's OK, you don't have to... don't have to... Oh, mmmmmm,
aaaahhhhhhh, oh, Billy, oh, oh, OH!" She went silent and started
twitching.
As he rose to replace tongue with cock, he noticed
his mother at the doorway, smiling. He gave her a dirty look, and she
disappeared with a quick wave.
When Katy stopped twitching, she spread her pussy lips apart for her
big brother's prong.
He
slid into her slick, hot, ever-so-grateful pussy, which squeezed him
tightly, asking in its primitive lusty way for his mess of sperm.
Her eyes were shut, and her face showed how much she liked it, while
her little hands rested gently on his upper back.
Bill
gave deep, strong thrusts as his cock swelled and the delicious
pleasure built. When he felt his orgasm becoming inevitable, he
switched to a higher gear, stabbing deep into his little sister, each
jab hard against the end of her pussy giving her another jolt of
pleasure. And then as his ecstasy matched hers, his own contractions
began, shooting thick blobs of his sperm into her depths. As her cervix
sensed the sperm, it completed her orgasm. Her cunny gripped him
especially hard, and he knew she was as ready for him to pull out as he
was. He didn't need to use her cunny lips as a squeegee, since her cunt
muscles were very strong and gripped him so tightly, keeping every drop
of fluid up inside her. He loved his sister, and lay beside her for a
minute enjoying her small warm presence. Yeah, he'd have to make sure
to do this every night, no matter how tired he was.
When he got
up, Katy was asleep already, and Bill thought about pulling the
nightgown down to make her decent but didn't want to wake her up. He
drew up the covers, blew a kiss onto her cheek, and headed back to bed.
Meanwhile,
like all little cunnies, his sister's stayed tight shut until it turned
his sperm sweet. When she went to the toilet in the morning she first
let the sperm ooze out onto some toilet paper and stuck her finger up
inside to get the rest of it out. Then she put that aside while she
peed. She wiped herself with some other paper she dropped into the
toilet as usual. Then she put the special paper in the dish on the
hallway table that was just for that purpose, and the heavenly smell of
brotherly sperm transformed by sisterly cunny could grace the house for
the rest of the day.
At
that point in the recording Katy switched from storytelling to
commentary. "I think there was some more, camera, but that's all I can
remember. And I'm pretty tired." After a brief pause, she added, more
to herself than the camera, "How do I know all that stuff?"
She
yawned and he heard rustling, but no more talking. She had forgotten to
turn off the camera. His instinct was that she was wasting tape -- but
of course in this modern era she wasn't using up anything except a
little battery charge.
John realized that in her telling of the
tale, there was a point where her voice slowed and she took some extra
breaths. When she said, "Oh, Billy, oh, oh, OH!", it was very
convincing. There were then sighs and a few seconds of silence before
she said, "She went silent and started twitching." She didn't say that
exactly, of course. Each phrase was exhaled breathily: "She didn't ...
make any sound ... for a while, then, ... uuhhh, ... her body did
twitches." So she was obviously masturbating, and coming just at the
point in the story where she dreamed she came. That was OK. She was
following the rules, doing it in private; it was her private recording
of her private dream. But then she really had wanted to tell him these
dreams, and recording it was a compromise, so of course she'd expect he
might listen to it. He wondered if he should ask her if she wanted to
listen too. He was suddenly very uncomfortable. However mellow he might
think he was talking about sex, the idea of listening to that recording
with her present was something else again. She might have forgotten
already that she'd even had the dream -- he hoped she had. But there
was no harm in saving it. It would be like a home movie if Katy was
interested when she was older. It was a pretty racy home movie, though,
so he put it on an encrypted partition.
John also realized his erection was very hard. At his desk he sorted
bills for a while and the erection subsided.
John
had left the camera on her bedside table lying on its back, and the
initial jiggling of the picture suggested she had just grabbed the
camera and pressed the "On" button. All the video showed was the
ceiling in gray, with a gradient of light diffusing from the night
light in the hallway. It occurred to him that if he put the camera
standing up, then all she'd have to do to turn it on was press down on
the "On" button, which would then be on top. He crept into her room. He
first checked and found no dream recorded, then changed it to that
position. It didn't really matter which way it was pointed for the
purpose at hand, but he pointed it at her, and if she didn't move it
around, maybe some facial expressions would be discernible in the gray.
When
he checked during bath time the next day, there was no movie recorded
on the camera. He felt disappointment, and a brief wash of shame at his
reaction. But there was one the next night.
There was the sound
of a big yawn. "That was a really weird one too! Last night I told the
whole dream and then realized I didn't push the button to turn the
camera on. Dumb Katy! But then I was too tired to tell it all over
again. Something about lots and lots of men with penises above me, and
all the sperm shot out onto my tummy." She giggled briefly. "This time
I remembered. Here's what I dreamed:"
Katy stamped her foot. "But mommy! I'm a big girl! I'm big enough to
get it!"
"No way," said 8-year-old Annie. "You're still just a kid."
"I am not!" Tears of rage filled the 6-year-old.
"Now, now, Annie," said their mother Kristin. "You were about her age
when you got it for the first time."
Annie left with a sniff.
"So why are you so impatient, little Katy?"
"You get it; I've seen it. And you feel so good. And Annie gets it too,
and has her orgasms. But I never get any!"
"You
know as well as I do that your vagina has to get big enough, otherwise
it will hurt. And Mark from next door has been very nice, bringing his
cum over in a cup."
"It's not a cunny! It's a vagina -- or a cunt! I'm big enough to have a
cunt!"
"OK,
honey, we can call it your cunt. And you've been a good girl, smearing
Mark's stuff all over your big lips and little lips and stuffing it in
your pussy to help it get bigger."
"Stuffing it up my cunt, mommy!"
"OK.
But 'pussy' isn't just for little girls, big girls have pussies too.
And I helped you too, right? I used my finger so I could get the stuff
in further, right? Because it's longer? And I check how you're coming
along."
"Yeah. Can you try again now, to see if I'm big enough?"
Kristin sighed. "Well, OK, if you really want. But I tried just
yesterday, remember?"
Katy
grinned, hitched up her white dress, bounced down on the sofa, lifted
her hips enough to pull her panties down around her ankles, and then
spread her legs wide.
Kristin spread her daughter's lips with
one hand and slid the tip of her middle finger smoothly into the girl.
When she was a girl her age, her vagina would have been dry.
But
there had been the genetic engineering that everyone was doing, and she
was always amazed how her girls were different from her. All Katy had
to do was think about sex for a couple seconds and her pussy got
engorged, wet and long. Her finger slid easily up into her daughter.
She withdrew that finger and put in two, and though they weren't quite
as tight as yesterday, she said, "I don't think so, honey."
"Try
the third one, OK? Put the third finger in!" They both knew that if her
mother could get three fingers in, then she'd be big enough for her
daddy's penis.
"Well, OK, but tell me if it hurts." She was just
able to get the three finger tips in, and Katy didn't cry out. Her brow
furrowed for just a second.
"You want me to put them in more?"
"Yeah!"
Kristin pushed, and they slid all the way inside.
"See, they went! I don't mind if it hurts a little! I want to feel
daddy up there!"
How
had her baby grown up so fast! To be ready for sex already! When she
was a girl she never even thought about sex, but the genetic change
made girls think about it from when they were little. Of course she'd
been able to play with herself and get good feelings, like when she
bounced up and down on her teddy bear. Her daughters couldn't do that.
Their clitoris was deep inside, right up by their cervix. The longest
finger just couldn't reach it, or if it did, it didn't feel like
anything. It was only a penis that could make it feel good. A girl like
Annie just felt fantastic as the penis pumped in and out, and then when
the man in his extremity spurted his semen onto it, her clitoris could
sense it and that's when she'd convulse with orgasm and release. One
idea of the change was to get the sexes aligned so all a man had to do
was seek his pleasure and he'd automatically give the woman just what
she wanted. Or the girl.
"OK," sighed Kristin.
Katy
bounced up and with her panties still around her ankles, hugged her
mother and covered her with kisses. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
she said.
It was late on a sunny afternoon. "But you'd better
get ready. Take a bath now, and then we'll get your pink panties and
that blue dress, OK? You want to be pretty for daddy."
"OK, mommy, OK!" said Katy. She zoomed off to get ready for her bath in
record time.
Kristin
knew that her husband Steve had been looking at Katy longingly for some
time now. He would be very happy to get into his youngest daughter's
pussy.
Katy was all butterflies when his daddy came into her
room. Her mommy had said Katy could tell him she was ready for sex with
him, but she had been too shy. What if he didn't want her after all?
She'd had her mommy tell him.
"Hi, honey," he said softly as he stood before her.
"Hi," was all she managed.
"Stand up, princess... You're so pretty... Here, come to daddy."
He
held out his arms and took her under the arms as she jumped, then
wrapped her legs around behind his back, hands clutching his shoulders.
One of his hands was under her bottom, the other behind her back.
"So pretty," he said, and reached in slowly for a kiss. A real grown-up
kiss!
Katy's lips tingled. After a brief pause, their lips rubbed back and
forth very gently.
"So sexy," he said next. The hand holding her bottom squeezed, and he
brought his face back away from hers.
"You want to lie down? There are so many places I want to touch you!"
"Yes!"
Katy said. Moments later her daddy wore nothing but briefs, which
covered a large bulge. As she sat beside him on the bed his hands were
all over her, gliding over her arms and neck, the back and front of her
dress. His lips kissed her hair, her cheek, her ear, and then her lips
again for minutes at a time. She could hear the excitement in his
breathing.
His left hand slid up under her dress and touched
softly but urgently against her girl part through her panties. She
spread her legs to allow more contact.
"Let's both get naked,"
he said suddenly, and she nodded eagerly. He whipped off her dress as
she lifted her bottom once, tugging on her panties when she was a
little slow to lift that bottom a second time. His own briefs
disappeared in a flash, revealing the strong, firm organ she had
admired so many times as she'd seen it burrow into her mother or sister
or some other female. Now it was her turn!
She lay on her back,
legs spread, hands out to the sides. Her daddy was going to do his
sexual thing with her. As he mounted her, eyes bright with lust, she
reached out one hand to brush his approaching stiff cock.
"That's nice, honey, but I've got to get into you -- into your sweet
cunt!"
Katy
thrilled at the word that meant he saw her as a big girl, and a moment
later she thrilled at the warm knob pressing against her cunt's opening.
Then
he pressed hard. Her tissues stretched and stretched some more. There
was a little sting, but mostly she was just amazed to feel his hot cock
stuff her little body. He didn't waste time before burrowing into her,
deeper and deeper, until finally she felt it for the first time in her
life. Sexual pleasure! Her daddy was very excited and showed his love
for her by thrusting in and out, hard and deep and fast, over and over.
Each time he jammed his cock tip into the end of her, she felt a new
jolt of pleasure.
"Oh, baby," he said. "You want it? You want all the gooey sperm?"
"Yes!" panted Katy frantically. She was on fire with pleasure but also
knew she needed more.
Her daddy growled, "You're so sexy, little Katy, I love you so much,
oh, unnnh, arrgggh, oh, oh, UNNNNHHHHH!"
And
that's when she felt it. Honey, ambrosia, magic fluid pulsed into her,
bathing her little cervix and giving her ecstasy beyond anything she'd
dreamed possible. And it was her daddy doing it to her, and she was a
sexy big girl who made him do it and feel so happy himself. She cried
for joy and squeezed him, and as he looked at her, his eyes were moist
too.
When they'd caught their breath, he began kissing her again, and she
eagerly kissed him back.
His
cock had slid out of her and shrunk, and now she felt it growing again,
pressing against her leg. "You want it again?" he asked urgently. In
response to her eager nod, he mounted her again, his knees nudging her
legs even further apart. He shoved his organ once more to the hilt and
started fucking away again. It felt just as fantastic, but she
treasured the unfinished delight more this time since she knew how it
would end. And within a couple minutes, everything was right with the
world as he spurted his ecstasy deep in her cunt, causing hers an
instant later.
Twice more they did it before she fell asleep in
his arms. Once in the night she felt his desire again and nodded
eagerly when he asked if she'd like it again. He spent less than a
minute plunging her depths before sending her over the top again. And
they did it one final time in the morning, where he teased her for 20
minutes of build-up before his cock spat its load against her cervix
and gave her the richest orgasm of all.
She loved her daddy more than anyone ever loved another person.
After
a pause, Katy said, "You know, Mr. Camera, Daddy told me about how men
and women really like making babies. And he said how women get those
fantastic feelings from a penis going in and out -- unnh, unnh, unnh! I
just had to poke around up there and find what it was like. It really
is a hole! And when I've been doing my naughty thing for a while, it
gets kind of wet in there. I poked with my pinky, and it went in and it
hurt just a little. Now I use my middle finger and can shove it in all
the way and can't reach the end. It feels nice, but I don't get any big
happy feelings like the other way. Well, nighty-night, camera." Her
face loomed in the picture and she mimed a kiss towards the lens, then
a hand reached in and shut it off.
John's cock reached peak
hardness a short way into Katy's story, and he fished it out of his
pants. Katy was dreaming about doing it with her father! The study door
was open, but he didn't care if Jenny or even Katy walked in on him. He
stroked himself enough to get pleasure, but held his climax as the
story unfolded. Adding to his frantic desire was the video. The camera
was aimed too high to show the bed, but it showed Katy's two knees.
They moved in an irregular pattern, but the fast rhythm of what was
happening between his girl's legs moved her knees. When her mommy got
three fingers in, her calves and feet flew up into the air, toes
pointing and flexing. At the moment of the first simultaneous
daddy-daughter orgasm in the story, the knees suddenly went higher as
she thrust her hips upward, though not high enough to show any part of
her pelvis in the picture. At the same moment, John shot his first
spurt onto his throat, while the second and third formed big globs on
his dress shirt.
As his thoughts gradually unfogged from orgasm,
he pondered. Where was Katy getting these ideas? How would she have
gotten the idea of genetically engineered females with different
sexuality? And all those X-rated words! Was it possible she had really
been exposed to all that? He was amused to catch himself seriously
wondering if she was possessed by some sort of demon spirit. Whatever
its source, her psyche had dreams of a great deal of very explicit sex,
involving Katy herself. First there was brother-sister incest, then
father-daughter. Not just any daughter. A girl named Katy. Katy and her
father. He smiled, then sobered as he realized it was all just
imagination, and could never be real.
Second
grader Katy groaned softly and shifted in her seat. She'd forgotten to
bring something! And this was the second time in a month. Mrs. Hawkins
would not be pleased at all!
One by one the boys and girls went
up to the front and described what they'd brought: blue jay feather,
cupcake wrapper, newspaper clipping, doll, old coin...
And then
it was her turn. She couldn't just say she didn't have anything -- she
just couldn't. She'd forgotten her homework a couple times recently
too. But if she walked to the front of the class, she could put off the
moment of reckoning for just a little longer. There she stood, all eyes
on her, panicked. And then she had an idea. She flipped up her dress to
reveal the diaper she was wearing. She'd taken it from the supply for
her baby brother.
There were gasps and giggles. "Does she wet her pants?" whispered one
girl to her neighbor.
"Class, class, be quiet!" barked Mrs. Hawkins. "Katy, what is the
meaning of this?"
Holding the front of her dress in her teeth, Katy unfastened the
adhesive tabs that held it closed and lowered it a little.
Her pussy lips came into view. They were covered with sticky stuff.
"Um," she said. "This is a diaper."
"Do you have a medical problem?" asked the teacher sternly.
"No,
I don't!" Katy said. "But when men and big boys do their cum up in my
little pussy, it leaks all over everything!" As she spoke, another
little blob dripped off of her pussy lips and into the diaper below.
Mrs.
Hawkins strode over and put her hand out. Katy meekly handed the diaper
over. The teacher raised it to her nose and sniffed. Apparently she was
satisfied that Katy was telling the truth about what the diaper
contained.
"We should get you to the doctor, Katy, after what happened. Are you
injured?"
"Oh, no! Not at all." She let her dress drop back down so she was
modest again.
"What are you talking about?" asked Joey, one of the little boys.
"Oh!
Oh dear," said Mrs. Hawkins. "I'm not supposed to be teaching you this,
but..." She took the time to explain the basics of how babies were
made, ending with, "And sometimes bad men do that to little girls like
Katy, even though they're way too young to have babies... Let me pass
this around. You can look and sniff, but don't touch!"
Katy felt
slimy stuff gathering on her pussy lips and reached up under her dress
to slather it on the inside of her thigh -- at least she wouldn't leak
on the carpet, because that would make Mrs. Hawkins angry too. Seeing
her difficulty, the teacher handed her a box of tissues, which Katy
availed herself of gratefully.
"So, tell us what happened, Katy."
"Um,
well, I have my three big brothers and my daddy, and they do their cums
up my cunny every night -- they thank me so much and tell me how nice I
am, and do all my chores for me. But last night my aunt and uncle were
visiting with their sons. They have two sets of twins. Larry and Lester
are 16, while John and Josh are 13. And they'd never had a chance to
put their dic -- their penises into a girl before, so they were all
excited to. So after dinner last night most of the family ended up in
my mommy and daddy's bedroom upstairs. All four of the cousins did it."
"Oh, dear," said Mrs. Hawkins, sighing. "Go on."
"So..."
She realized what she was going to say was actually kind of the truth.
"I was going to find a show and tell, but I never got the time."
"Surely you can tell your cousins that they need to keep their penises
in their pants long enough for you to do your homework?"
"Well..."
She had a point. "But my mommy says that if I let one boy poke me up
there and finish and make a mess in there, it's not polite to say no to
the others. That's playing favorites."
"Really!" said Mrs. Hawkins, shaking her head. "How did this all get
started?"
"Well,
my biggest brother Luke started coming into my bedroom at night. He's
always been my favorite brother, and we did back rubs and stuff, and
then did them without clothes, and then he began playing with my
private girl parts."
"And you didn't stop him?"
"No, well
-- it felt good, you see. Then he started licking me down there..." She
surely couldn't say just how good that felt, but she suddenly realized
she was smiling and just as suddenly made herself stop.
"Then what?" asked a girl, sitting on the edge of her seat.
"And
he kept putting fingers up inside me, and that felt OK, and then he
started putting his penis up there, and that felt really great. And so
we'd do that every night." She paused.
"Yes?" prodded Mrs. Hawkins.
"Then my mommy found out."
"And I hope she punished your brother?"
"No, she asked me and I said it was fun, so she figured it was up to
me."
"My goodness!"
"But
she said it wasn't fair to keep it just between me and Luke. My other
brothers might get their feelings hurt. So my other two brothers
started doing it too. And then my daddy joined in. He's got the biggest
penis of anyone!"
All eyes were riveted on Katy. A trickle of sperm flowed down her thigh
past the hem of her dress.
"You're leaking," said a boy.
"Oh!
Thanks," said Katy, who got another tissue to wipe it up. "So sometimes
I'd get tired of lying there while they poked their penises into me,
but my mommy says it's not polite to tease a boy. Once you let him do
it once, you can't just make him stop," she said.
"Is that so?" murmured Mrs. Hawkins.
"So,
last night, when my cousins and my uncle and my dad and my brothers had
all done it once, the cousins wanted to do it again. My mommy explained
that their balls had lots and lots of sperm to get rid of, because
they'd never had a girl to do it in before. So they stuck their
thingies up again and spurted some more. But after they'd done it three
times each, she put her foot down and said that was enough for
everyone. Even so, I didn't get to sleep until midnight!"
The class was silent.
"But
then in the middle of the night the four cousins snuck into my bedroom
and said they really wanted to do it again. They had to leave today so
they'd never get a chance to do it again for a long time. So I let
them. I figured that's what my mommy would want me to do if she wasn't
worried about me getting enough sleep, and I knew I'd have enough
sleep. So they each did it a bunch of times, and I kind of fell asleep
after a while, and didn't go to the bathroom afterward to clean myself
like I usually do. And I woke up late and had to rush to get here, so I
just grabbed one of my baby brother's diapers."
"Well, that was resourceful of you," said Mrs. Hawkins. "That was
certainly a unique show and tell. Do you want this back?"
"Oh
yes, I think I'd better, or I'll leak all over everything," said Katy,
wiping herself once more with tissues to make her point.
"Yes, I can see that," said the teacher, handing back the diaper. And
she smiled.
Katy
put the diaper back in position, but the tabs wouldn't stick again.
Mrs. Hawkins saw her dilemma and handed her some tape, so she taped the
diaper on again.
She worried a little because she'd lied. The
cousins had only done it to her twice before bed and once in the middle
of the night. And she didn't say how she loved it like never before,
because after so many penis-pokes she just started having another
orgasm every time one of them stuck his cock into her, and it felt
fantastic.
Dreams
cannot be bad, said John. Dreams cannot be bad, he repeated to himself.
That was a pretty gross dream! Wholesale incest. Rivers of cum.
Explaining it in front of class. John shuddered. Dreams cannot be bad.
While
recounting this dream to the camera Katy had sat on the bed facing the
bedside table, with her hand under her nightgown moving rhythmically.
There was just enough light to see her face go slack with pleasure the
three times she'd orgasmed during the telling.
Fortunately the
daytime Katy still seemed like a well-adjusted child. She did well in
school and had friends -- none of whom had big brothers or other men
hanging out at their houses, he took some pains to ascertain. She
wasn't exactly an angel at home, but she was good enough. She was
apparently an avid masturbator, but was very conscientious about doing
it only alone, and everyone said a person couldn't hurt themselves by
masturbating too much. And then there were the dreams, which of course
nobody can control.
John had dug up a women's bathing suit
catalog to look at while masturbating. His eyes were glued to his
favorite model as he achieved release. His mind could play tricks with
images he created in his own head, which sometimes shifted into being
Katy, but the woman was right there on the page, wearing her little red
bikini that barely covered her large breasts and stretched to cover her
unmistakably womanly hips.
John
dragged himself out of a deep sleep. His daughter was standing beside
his bed in her nightgown. "Oh, hi," he whispered in turn. He looked
over at Jenny, who stirred but did not waken.
John put his finger to his lips and quietly got up, accompanying Katy
back to her room.
Katy sat on the bed and John sat beside her.
"What's
the matter?" said John. He tried to strike the right balance between
understanding and affection on the one hand and fatherly irritation at
being awakened yet again. He was uncertain if the result was as he
intended, because in fact he was utterly fascinated by his daughter's
dream life.
"More dreaming."
"You've been using the camera to record it, I see." The camera was
still on.
"Yeah,
thanks, daddy. It helps. The camera is like a friend. Not as good as
you, of course..." She hugged his side and squeezed. "I'm worried,
daddy. I'm not sure my dreams are normal. Or if I'm sick somehow."
John
suppressed his gut reaction and gave his standard sensitive parent
speech. "Nothing in a dream can be wrong, honey. Our imaginations come
up with whatever they come up with. You can have a bad dream, but you
can't be a bad girl for having a dream."
"I guess... But some of these dreams... Do you watch the movies, daddy?"
"No."
He said it instantly, reflexively. He had just lied to his daughter.
Not a white lie or a convenient lie. An outright, bald lie. "I do copy
them to the computer, so you could listen to your dreams some day if
you wanted."
"Oh... You should erase them. They're bad."
"I
told you, no dream can be bad. You say now you don't want them, but who
knows, when you're all grown up, you might think differently." When
Katy was silent, he continued, "You don't need to record them, of
course."
"No, I still have to talk to my friend the camera."
"Well, you could still talk to him when he's not recording."
"You silly daddy! I can't talk to him unless he's listening. Like you
listen."
"OK," he said, his stomach itching from the lie. "Do you want to tell
me about this dream? As long as I'm here."
"No," said Katy quickly. "That's OK. But I want a cuddle."
John
held Katy as she crawled up onto his lap. When he felt his erection
rising, he lifted her briefly and crossed his legs, trapping his
incredibly ill-behaved penis between them, before setting her back
down. She was warm and soft against him. His flesh and blood, light of
his life. His daughter. A trace of that precious smell she'd given off
since she was a baby wafted up once more and melted his heart.
"Better, honey?" he asked after a minute.
She nodded as she crawled off and flopped down in bed.
"Good night, sweetheart. I love you."
"Love you too, daddy."
End of Part 1 Part 1Part 2
(first
posted 4/17/2013)