


                                          DADDY'S GIRLS



                                               by John P

                                          Copyright© 2011




Chapter 1 - Incest With My Daughter

I bathed my Bridget every night and the temptation was becoming
too strong. She was 9 and quite liked it when I ran the
wash-cloth between her legs but I was starting to get a boner
each time that I ran the cloth over her body. When I washed her
fair hair, she closed her eyes and I could take my time to let my
eyes roam over her entire body. She was slim built with the most
amazing brown eyes that lit up each time she laughed.

It was time to ditch the wash-cloth in favour of bare hands and,
after I washed her hair, she stood, legs apart, and I soaped my
hands to begin to wash her. Her perfect skin felt so soft under
my fingers as I first washed her pretty face and then her neck.
Her flat chest sported tiny pink nipples and as I brushed them
with my fingers, she trembled.

"What's wrong, sweety?" I asked, and she giggled.

"It tickles, Daddy," she said, "but it's nice."

Her belly button was another tickling point and she tried to pull
away as the tip of my finger went into it and I waggled it about,
causing her to giggle again. Instead of going for her pussy next,
I pulled her towards me and her arms went around my neck to
steady herself as I washed her. I ran my hands around behind her
and caressed her little buttocks, feeling the skin so soft
against my fingers. Her taut buttocks gave way as my hands felt
her up, stroking the perfect globes and pulling them apart while
pretending to wash between them with my fingers.

She was still giggling as I felt her up but when I found her tiny
rosebud with my finger, she stopped giggling and looked serious.
As I touched her there, I gently pushed my soapy finger against
it, trying to push the tip into her tight bum-hole. She opened
her legs further apart without a word from me but she watched my
face then, waiting to see what my reaction might be.

I pretended that there was nothing wrong and I managed to get
just the tip of my little finger to penetrate her tiny anus. Her
head came forward then and she rested it against the side of my
face, holding me tighter round my neck. I could reach the soap
without moving her and I made many more suds to make my fingers
slide easier. I returned to her bottom-hole and inserted my
little finger again, marvelling at how tight her hole was.

She clutched me tighter then and drew in a deep breath and I was
worried that I was hurting her. I asked softly if she was OK and
she whispered, "Yes, Daddy. It's nice. Do it some more."

I pushed my finger into her some more, stopping once I reached
the second knuckle. "Is that OK, Bridget?" I asked softly and she
nodded, turning her head slightly against mine and kissing my
neck. I turned my head too and kissed her tiny neck as I pulled
my finger back to take it out but I pushed back in and she held
me tight once more.

I started to finger-fuck her slowly and carefully, being sure not
to hurt her, and she began a sort of quiet moan.

"Do you like that, Bridget?" I whispered and she said quietly,
"Oh yes, Daddy," so I continued. I did this to her for about five
minutes and I thought I might go a bit further if she let me. I
pulled my finger from her bottom and she looked at me
questioningly.

"Let's try something else," I whispered to her and I made her
turn around and lean against me.

I soaped up Bridget's hand and led her forefinger to her little
slit. "Rub it up and down, sweety," and I guided her hand up and
down the length of her slit. She continued fingering herself
between her pussy-lips and said after a minute, "Will you do it,
Daddy?"

"OK, sweety, if you want me to," and I soaped my hands and used
my right fore-finger to play around her 9-year-old sex. She was
so slippery against my finger and she pushed her hips forward so
that I would press harder against her pussy.

Her head lay back on my shoulder as my finger caressed her young
pussy and she sighed repeatedly as I stroked, turning her head
slightly on my shoulder to kiss my cheek. I played with her tiny
clitoris and she shuddered when I played with it for too long. As
I started to back my fingertip away from it, she pushed her hips
forward again, trying to stay in contact with the finger that
made her feel so good.

I relented though and touched her clitoris again and she wriggled
on my finger until her body shuddered and she shook
uncontrollably, almost falling into the bath. She had cum on my
finger and I knew right then that it would not be the last time.
Her breathing was ragged as the orgasm took her and I held her
until her trembling stopped and her legs began to work again.

"Did my Bridget like that?" I asked and she looked dreamily at me
and replied, "Oh yes, Daddy."

Each night after that, I bathed her and we played the "button"
game until she shook in my arms and she kissed my cheek as a
thankyou. Sometimes it would happen that my wife was out and I
would pull Bridget onto my knee, her back against my chest and
her legs open wide, and she would hold her dress up so that I
could put my hand inside her panties and touch her "button".
Whenever I did this to her, her little pussy inevitably became
wet and that would allow my finger to slide easily from clitoris
to bottom-hole and back, and she would shudder each time she came
on my finger.

I'm pretty sure that she must have felt my thick 7-inch cock
going hard under her bottom but she never mentioned it, her mind
being occupied with the cums that she found so pleasurable and
exciting. She became so used to our sex together that if her mum
was out when she came home from school, she would take off her
panties and climb on my knee, and then take my hand and place my
finger on her little clitty, only leaving it when I tickled her
little bump how she wanted me to.

Within a few weeks, we established a routine where I would bathe
her and, after drying her, we would lie on my bed together, both
naked, and she would watch my finger as I made her cum. It was
time though to progress things and I eventually suggested that
she squeeze my cock while I fingered her. She did this without
any qualms, figuring I suppose that Daddy should be getting
something too.

A couple of months later and I showed her how to wank me and she
watched, amazed, as she saw hot spunk shoot from my cock and
splash onto my belly. At my invitation, she touched the puddles
of spunk with two fingers and I took her fingers and licked off
the spunk, watching her amazed expression at the naughtiness of
what I was doing. I took her hand and dipped her fingers into the
spunk, getting her to lick it off and try the taste herself.

The next day, after her bath, as soon as my finger was diddling
her clit, she grasped my stiff cock and tried to emulate my
wanking from the day before. She did quite well too, bearing in
mind this was a new way to please her daddy. Within a week, her
hand would stroke me with confidence, her face watching with awe
each time my spunk shot in thick ropes from my pee-slit, but
always she had her orgasm at the hands of her doting father. She
tasted my spunk again, going back for seconds and thirds until
she had swallowed it all.

It was a natural progression then to oral sex. I had introduced
Bridget to eating my spunk and she had not been put off by the
taste and texture. So when I was feeling her up with my fingers,
she was easily persuaded to take my knob into her little mouth
and lick it. Her little tongue and her hot mouth guaranteed that
I would not last long and I warned her that I was cumming and she
should swallow it all.

The little girl coped with it valiantly, only gagging once as my
spunk filled her pretty mouth. Within seconds, her body was
wracked with spasms as my fingers brought about her climax and
she clutched my body tightly as she shuddered. Once her cum
finished and she relaxed, she noticed another drop of spunk that
had appeared at my pee-slit and she licked it off, watching my
face as she swallowed it.
Bridget was a pretty girl, her body beautiful in its youth and
tautness. Her stomach was muscular, no sign of baby fat, and her
bottom was as tight as a drum-skin. The sight of this child would
guarantee an instant erection and it was becoming more difficult
to hide my arousal from my wife. The presence of my wife
curtailed my opportunities to molest Bridget, even though the
child seemed to want my sexual attentions. She was smart enough
though to realise that we mustn't get caught doing the things
that we liked.

There were times though when we would be alone for a minute or
two and I would take the opportunity to put my hand inside her
panties and feel her warm cunt, feeling her wet slit with the
tips of my fingers, and she would press her hand against the
growing bulge in my pants, thinking that it might give me some
pleasure. Unfortunately, it made my hunger for my little girl
that much stronger and it was often necessary to go to the
bathroom where I would wank myself until my hot spunk splashed in
the toilet pan or the sink.

The next time my wife was out, I bathed Bridget again, drying her
afterwards and taking her naked to my room. As she lay on my bed,
legs wide apart, she looked at me questioningly as I started to
kiss her knees. Then she watched as I moved up her thighs,
opening her eyes wide as my mouth ended up kissing her pussy
mound. As my tongue began to lick her cunt-lips, she shuddered
and reached both her hands out to hold my head. When my tongue
pushed her little lips apart and I forced the tip into her tiny
cunt-hole, she gasped audibly.

"Daddy!" she whispered in shock. "What are you doing?"

Her knees came up and she placed her feet flat on the bed,
letting her legs fall wide apart so that I could see her entire
pussy. Her hole came slightly open and there was the faint scent
of aroused little girl cunt. She moaned as I licked each cunt-lip
and when I touched the tip of my tongue to her tiny clit, she
moaned out loud and her body tensed. As I licked her tiny button,
she started to wriggle, thrashing about as if to escape but when
I left her little button, she pulled my head back so that I would
keep doing it.

I stopped and looked up from between her thin legs and asked, "Do
you like this, Bridget? Do you want Daddy to do it some more?"

"Yes, Daddy, yes!" she whispered and she pulled my head back to
her pussy, pushing her hips up against my face.

I licked steadily, leaving her clit and licking down to her hole
and then her little anus, licking back up again and nibbling
softly on her tiny clit. She wriggled constantly and it was
difficult keeping her in place so I held her hips tight and went
for the orgasm I knew she wanted so badly. The tip of my tongue
went rapidly back and forth over her button and she became more
agitated by the second.

She panted and mewled then as her excitement mounted and I held
her hips. She began to moan loudly and suddenly her body went
rigid, and all her muscles tensed as she began to cum.

"Daddyyyy!" she groaned and her hips bucked. I was afraid she
might dislodge my tongue from her pussy. "Daddyyy!" she cried
again and she brought her knees together, trapping my head
between her thighs as she came on my tongue.

This cum was more intense than any other I had given her and I
watched her face from my position between her knees. Her face was
scrunched up as if she was in pain but I knew it was caused by
the waves of orgasm which were crashing over her.

When it was over, she relaxed all her muscles and collapsed back
onto the bed, releasing my head as her knees fell wide apart
again. I noticed then that some drops were dribbling from her
pussy-hole and I licked up her nectar, savouring the sweetness
before swallowing it.

I moved up the bed to lie beside her and I cuddled her. Her
breathing was slowing now, becoming more normal, and she lay
facing me, her eyes closed. She looked angelic then, her face a
picture of peace and tranquility. I stroked her face, feeling the
softness of her cheeks, and she slowly opened her eyes to look
into mine. Her arm went over my waist and I kissed her lips
gently, playing with the hair that covered her forehead.

"Thankyou, Daddy," she whispered. "That was lovely."

Her hand reached down and she grasped my stiff cock and she began
to wank me slowly. I couldn't last long, I knew that. My daughter
had just had her most intense orgasm and I was proud that I was
the one who had the honour of giving it to her. I moved onto my
back and watched my little girl's hand move up and down my shaft.

"I love you, Bridget. Make Daddy cum! Make Daddy shoot spunk all
over his little girl!" I cried and she wanked me faster, gripping
my cock tighter the way she had learned to do to please me.

She had other ideas though and when she thought it was the right
time, her mouth went over my knob and she sucked briefly until my
seed shot out into her mouth. My cock jerked repeatedly, filling
the child's mouth with gob after gob of hot spunk, and she looked
up into my eyes as it continued. My little girl was swallowing
her daddy's spunk and her lovely eyes made my heart go out to
her.

I emptied my balls into her mouth and she swallowed all the semen
I pumped out. When she was sure she had it all, she looked up at
me again and opened her mouth wide to show me the spunk inside. I
stroked her cheek and nodded and then she swallowed it, showing
me then that her mouth was empty.

We snuggled down together then, my arms going around Bridget and
we kissed gently, kisses of affection instead of lust.

In the weeks that followed, this became habit and she would
invite my mouth to play with her pussy at every opportunity. I
was happy to oblige and our exciting sexual acts showed no signs
of waning due to boredom on her part. When her mother was not
around, we often got into a 69 position and our mutual oral
love-making seemed to be the ideal for Bridget who always
enthusiastically initiated our sex now. She had become relentless
in her desire for orgasms and I was, of course, happy to give her
all she wanted.

Just before she reached her 10th birthday, I decided the time was
right for penetrating her little pussy with more than tongue and
finger. So one night, after her bath, we went as usual into my
room and got naked on the bed. Our usual 69 began and I coated
her little cunt with saliva, my tongue pushing into her
pussy-hole, and then I turned to face her, kneeling over her
little body.

"It's time, Bridget," I said softly. "It's time for you to become
a woman."

She looked confused, not understanding what I meant. I tried my
best to explain what would happen, my finger busy stroking her
little clit as I spoke.

“A boy has to put his cock inside a girl's pussy and his spunk
has to shoot inside it. Then she has baby. That's how it works."

She studied what I said for a minute and then looked up at me.
"How will your big cock go inside my little pussy?" she asked.
"It's too big."

"Your pussy stretches at the right time, Bridget. It may hurt a
little the first time but Daddy will stop if it does."

Partly reassured, she eyed my knob, calculating the size that her
pussy would have to open so that my thick cock could go inside
it. I could see that she wasn't completely convinced but Daddy
had never hurt her before so she trusted me.

"I have some stuff here to make things easier for both of us," I
explained. "It's to make your hole slippery."

I applied a generous amount as she watched and she tensed as I
inserted a finger into her little hole. I moved it in and out,
taking care not to hurt her by forcing it or pushing in too far.
Her pussy-hole was very tight and I began to wonder if maybe it
was too soon to fuck the child. She relaxed as she became used to
the penetration and when I tried to put two fingers in together,
she winced for a second. I stopped and looked concerned.

"Does that hurt, Bridget?" I asked and she put on her brave face
and said it was okay and to carry on. As my two fingers fucked
her, she recognised the new feeling and, after a minute, she
started to wriggle.

"Ooh, Daddy. It feels funny!" she whispered and I asked if it
hurt but she shook her head so I carried on.

Inside her pussy, my fingers felt her ribbed tunnel, but it
didn't seem to distress her as I continued the finger-fucking. I
twisted my fingers as I pushed in and out and after a few
minutes, I added more lubrication and tried for a third finger
but I thought that might be too much for her so I stopped. Now
was the time to try to push my cock into her juvenile pussy.

She watched as I took up position between her wide open legs and
brought my knob to her impossibly small vagina. I pressed
slightly but instead of heading forward, the lubricant made my
cock slide to the side. I grasped my cock again and placed it
again between the tiny pussy lips, this time holding onto it.
Another push and my knob began to open her hole, forcing it to
open.

The lubrication seemed to be working well and suddenly my knob
opened up her hole and it slipped inside her tight love-tunnel.
Her eyes opened wide at the intrusion and her hands came up to
grab my arms so I stopped, holding still until her hands let go
of me. I pushed forward another inch and paused again, waiting
for her pussy to adjust to the size of the cock which was
invading her exceedingly tight cunt.

After a minute, I pushed again and another inch slid in, opening
wide some more of her virgin love-tube, and then I pulled back so
that I could push in again to the same depth. Despite the
lubrication, there was friction between my cock and her wet pussy
walls and it was making me want to push all the way in completely
but I resisted the temptation, instead pushing gently in and out
of her to a depth of 3 inches.

I was between my 9-year-old daughter's legs and fucking her! The
sight, along with the feelings I was getting from the trapping of
my cock in her hot tight cunt-hole, was making the excitement too
great for me and I knew I would cum in seconds if I didn't stop
now. I paused again, trying to make my impending orgasm go away
but I looked into Bridget's eyes and I realised that I loved her
so much and I wanted my spunk inside her.

She looked up at me with her trusting eyes and my heat melted. I
began to fuck her again, gaining another couple of inches on the
inward thrust after a couple of minutes. Her eyes were starting
to glaze as she took 5 inches of my thick cock into her hot pussy
on each stroke and when I couldn't hold back any longer, my
muscles tensed and my cock pulsed inside her and her eyes opened
real wide as she felt the first hot gob of spunk shoot into her.

"I can feel it, Daddy! I can feel it!" she cried and she grabbed
my arms.

My cock pulsed again and again, filling the child with a vast
quantity of my potent sperm. My balls were tight up into my
groin, spasming as each spurt went into my little Bridget and she
felt it each time my cock jerked inside her. The tightness of
Bridget's little cunt seemed to spur me on and the shooting of my
spunk into my daughter seemed endless. The excitement shone in
her eyes and I knew that she would want more of this in the
future.

When it finally stopped, I stayed in position, my cock still
buried inside Bridget's pre-teen cunt, and we just looked at each
other.

"Oh Bridget," I said. "You were wonderful." She smiled up at me,
those eyes captivating me once more.

"Can we do it some more, Daddy?" she said and I certainly wanted
to say yes to her.

"Not for a while, Bridget," I said. "It takes men a little while
before they can do it a second time. Did you like it so much,
sweety?"

She nodded and asked, "Is that what you do with Mummy?" and I
said, "Yes," but I secretly thought, 'Not much lately.'

I pulled my cock carefully from Bridget's ravaged hole and saw
immediately how wide it gaped open and my sperm was starting to
trickle out and run towards her bum-hole. I scooped some up and
fed it to Bridget, and she tasted it before swallowing, thinking
that somehow it might taste different. Maybe it was, what with
the lubricant and her own natural juices that she had produced
mixed with my spunk.

This was new and pleasant to Bridget and it was to be the main
feature of our sex life together. A year later, when she was
almost 11, her tits began to sprout and I could never take my
eyes away when there was the slightest chance to see her puffy
nipples. Every chance I got, when we were alone for a couple of
minutes, I would come up behind her, reach round and take a tiny
tit in my hand and feel it while my other hand went inside her
knickers to feel the soft pussy which would become wet as I felt
her up. She in turn would reach behind her and stroke my hardness
through my pants and I would have to wank myself in the bathroom
at the earliest opportunity.

Her breasts grew steadily and my interest in their growth
increased at the same rate. When her mum was in another room, she
would pull up her T-shirt to show me her tits and take both
nipples between her fingers and thumbs just to tease me. Her eyes
would dart between my face and my crotch as she watched my bulge
grow, knowing that she was responsible for turning me on, the
little minx!

By the time she was 12, she really needed a bra and I took her to
the shop for her first fitting. The sales-woman took her away and
Bridget returned within minutes with a bra for my inspection, the
sales-lady touching Bridget's bra-covered tits as she explained
the features and advantages. I had to sit with one leg crossed
over the other so that no-one would see my raging erection. I
bought three that Bridget liked and on the way home in the car,
she asked me to park in a quiet place and she gave me a wonderful
cock-sucking, swallowing every drop of the massive load I pumped
into her willing mouth.

Months later, I took Bridget back to the same shop and the same
sales-woman gave me a look of understanding when I asked for some
"special underwear" for my blossoming daughter. Bridget returned
within minutes, showing off the tiniest of bras and the flimsiest
knickers, both of a see-through material. She appeared naked in
them! My stiff cock, as before, was trapped between my legs so
that the sales-woman would not see my arousal.

But the sales-woman (call me Trudy) fingered Bridget's nipples
through the bra as she pointed out the softness of the material
and I could see Bridget's arousal as her nipples stiffened under
the woman's touch. When it came to telling me about the "snug
fit" in the crotch, Trudy's fingers were running up and down my
daughter's slit. I was starting to sweat and Trudy saw it so she
continued with my child's pussy, talking normally as she made my
daughter cum on her fingers! The child shuddered as she came and
Trudy held Bridget against her body until it was over. The large
wet spot at the crotch of the knickers made me decide to buy
them.

"I'll take those!" I said, my voice anything but normal. "But
don't package the panties. I'll keep them separate." Trudy
understood at once and made Bridget step out of them. Trudy
handed them to me and she watched approvingly as I put them in my
pocket.

"12-year-old girls are always so attractive when they dress in
that... special way, aren't they?" Trudy said and looked down at
my crotch.

Bridget modelled more underwear and when it came to Trudy
dressing her in thongs, it was all getting too much.

"I need the toilet,” I said in a strangled voice and Trudy
pointed to a door.

"You can... take care of things there, sir," she said
seductively. "Let me know if you... need any help."

All this went over Bridget's head so there was nothing to explain
to her. Within seconds of entering the toilet, Bridget's knickers
were pressed against my nose and mouth and it took no more than
20 seconds before I was cumming hard into the sink, panting and
my chest heaving as I sprayed the porcelain with a vast quantity
of spunk.

After a reasonable time to gather myself, I went back out into
the changing room and Bridget was also recovering from what seems
to have been a masturbation episode by Trudy. I think Bridget was
going to want to come to this shop more regularly. I paid for
everything I had chosen, thanked Trudy profusely, and we left. I
was treated again to a pre-teen mouth sucking my cock on the way
home.

Bridget had become the sex-expert now, often initiating our sex
play. She was still a child but she was a Lolita, a siren who
would lead me to my doom, and I just sat back, letting her do
what she wanted to. My love for her was increasing daily but it
called for some hard thinking when she began her first period.
She was 12 and I could get her pregnant now. The lust in me
produced images of Bridget with a big belly, bloated little tits
and long nipples, and my cock reacted by stiffening at once and
requiring some manual attention to make it go soft again.

We had to continue, Bridget because she liked it and me because I
needed it badly. During fucking, I would pull out and come all
over her tits, or Bridget would suck my cock while we did a 69
and I would make her cum on my tongue. It went on like that for
the next 2 years but our luck ran out.

At 14, she became pregnant and my wife went ballistic. Shouting
and screaming filled the house as the two of them went at it but
Bridget never gave me away. It wouldn't stay that way, of course,
because I could then fuck Bridget without any more worry about
getting her pregnant. She already was.

My wife started to load the washing machine one day and found
Bridget's knickers full of spunk. Because Bridget had not left
the house for 2 days, there was only one person who could have
made that spunk she found. She knew then who had got Bridget
pregnant and it all came out.

That night, my wife left and Bridget and I were left alone. We
slept together after that and Bridget did all the things that a
wife does for her husband, sexually and otherwise. I took her to
the doctor's office for appointments and the hospital for scans
and we waited for the birth of our baby. It would be a girl and
we would call her Liza.

I watched as Bridget ballooned, her sexy belly and her bulging
tits a great turn-on. Her nipples darkened and small blue veins
appeared on her breasts and we fucked like rabbits because her
hormones were making her exceedingly horny. My little girl was
turning into a nymphomaniac and I wasn't complaining.

Two months later, it was time and I drove her to the labour ward
where she produced our lively little Liza. She was beautiful and
I loved to watch each time as Bridget pushed one of her engorged
nipples to Liza's mouth and the baby started to suck. Lucky Liza!
I kept it in my mind that I would suckle too when Bridget came
home. It would be a most erotic experience.

I saw my wife six months later in the street and she was wheeling
a pram containing a new baby. The baby was black! It turns out
that while she was shouting at me for getting Bridget pregnant,
she was already expecting the baby that our black neighbour had
fucked into her. Well, well! How's that for irony? She was living
with the father and would produce another three babies by him in
the following 6 years.



Chapter 2 - Incest With My Granddaughter

Our Liza was a joy to bring up, hardly ever cried and loved to be
cuddled. Once she was out of nappies, we would let her run around
naked and we would often comment how nice her little bum was. Her
long dark hair surrounded her pretty face and her eyes, innocent
and trusting, were beautiful like her mother's. She was slim,
never having the 'puppy fat' that so many young children had.

Although she was really my daughter, we got her to call me
Grandpa. My daughter Bridget giving birth to our baby at 15 years
old wasn't something I wanted the neighbours to know too much
about so we invented a boyfriend for Bridget who died in
Afghanistan, a soldier killed by the Taliban.

Even at 7 years old, Liza would sit on my knee as we watched TV,
her nakedness never really being an issue. Neither Bridget nor I
criticised her or insisted she put clothes on, especially when
the weather was so warm and muggy. We would have gone naked
ourselves but for the fact that we had our child running around
and it just seemed somehow not right to be flashing our 'bits and
pieces' at our daughter.

However, she often wandered into our bedroom when we were
enjoying oral sex or I had mounted her mother and was pounding
her wet pussy. We never sent her out but continued what we were
doing. I suspect that there were many times when she watched us
and we didn't know she was there but she would throw us a
question sometimes, perhaps at dinner, curious about what we were
doing. We would answer her question and she would go out to play
afterwards, untroubled by the information we had given her.

By the time she was almost 9, I had started to 'notice' her in a
way that adults shouldn't really do with children. Her taut
little bottom and that little slit between her legs were drawing
my eyes to them more than they should and when she climbed on my
lap, I was having to think about where I put my hands when I
cuddled her. As we watched TV, I would often kind of 'wake up' to
find that I was stroking her beautiful bum and whenever I shot a
glance over at Bridget, she pretended not to notice what my hands
were doing.

It was usually my job to bath Liza and I wondered if I should be
letting her do it herself now she was getting bigger. The trouble
was that I didn't really want to give up touching the child's
body; she was beginning to arouse me. When I half-heartedly
suggested that she might be big enough to bath herself now, she
immediately said no, that she wanted me to do it.

My problem was that I was getting a hard-on each time I washed
her and she noticed each time the tent in my shorts. She watched
my crotch constantly while I washed her but never said anything
about it. It was made worse when she stood up so that I could
wash between her legs. She would stand there, legs apart, and
watch as my soapy fingers ran along her little slit and she would
sigh as I touched her tiny clitoris. Then she would lean forward,
her little arms around my neck, while I reached behind her to
wash her tiny bum. She wriggled as I ran my fingers between her
pussy lips and fingered her tiny rosebud but she held me tighter
as I fondled her. This was how it all started when I used to bath
her mother. Oh God! I knew how this was going to develop.

"That's nice, Grandpa!" she whispered and I knew I was on the
road to having sex with my willing granddaughter!

My finger found her tiny clitoris and I just couldn't help
myself. I diddled it with the tip of my finger and she sucked in
her breath and held me tighter.

"Ooh, Grandpa!" she whispered and opened her legs wide. I
masturbated this 8-year-old, listening to her rapid breathing as
her head rested on my shoulder, her mouth close to my ear. My
soapy fingertip moved fast over her little button and she panted,
wriggling her hips as the sensations became too much for her.

My cock was stiff now, so stiff that I was afraid of cumming in
my shorts. The child moaned as my finger continued to stroke and
she kept whispering, "Grandpa! Grandpa! Feels good! Feels good,
Grandpa!"

I had to get my cock out. I had to cum. My free hand went down to
my shorts and I pulled them down, freeing my stiff cock and
wanking it as I molested my granddaughter. Liza looked down in
the midst of her passion and watched as her grandpa stroked his
big thick cock.

"Make it spit, Grandpa!" she whispered. "I want to see it spit!"

Two seconds later, she got her wish. She watched as spunk shot
out of my cock and splattered against the side panel of the bath.
She watched my cock jerk, saw the white stuff being pumped out of
my piss-slit and looked at my face then to see my expression. Her
grandpa's face was showing the tenseness which accompanied an
extremely strong orgasm but she wasn't scared. She had seen the
same face when she watched Grandpa cum inside her mum and she
knew that it was ecstacy rather than pain that had made him look
this way.

When she knew there was no more to see, she kissed me on the lips
as my finger began again the pleasant task of making the child
cum. Thirty seconds more, and the child's body went rigid as she
came. She shuddered as her orgasm washed over her and my tongue
forced open her tight lips to push my tongue into her mouth. Not
knowing what to do with my tongue, she did nothing, just
concentrating on what her body was experiencing on her grandpa's
finger.

My hand left my softening cock and I put my arm around her waist,
holding her in case her legs gave way with the intensity of her
orgasm. I moved my tongue in her mouth and she began to suck it,
touching it with the tip of her own tiny tongue and playing
around it. Her shaking and trembling were becoming less as her
orgasm began to diminish and I stopped my rubbing of her
clitoris.

"Oh Grandpa! That was... the best. Will you do it again?" Her
eyes were bright, excited as I'd never seen them before. "I never
felt like that before, Grandpa! What happened? How did you make
it do that?" I guessed she was talking about her orgasm and not
mine.

"You girls have little buttons and little holes to play with," I
said softly. "It feels nice when somebody plays with them. Your
mum likes to have her button played with too."

"What about your willy?" she asked.

"Big girls call it a cock, Liza. We boys like to have our cocks
played with too."

"I've watched you shoot that white stuff in Mum's mouth before.
What is it?"

"It's the stuff we shoot into a girl's pussy to make her have a
baby. It's called sperm or spunk," I said, trying to simplify the
explanation.

"But Grandpa, Mum didn't have a baby when you shot the white
stuff into her, did she?"

"No, Liza, because she takes a pill to stop it," I said.

"Why did Mum want you to shoot in her mouth?" she asked and I
said simply that she liked the taste.

She thought for a moment about that. "Anyway," I said, "let's get
you dry before you catch cold," and I lifted her out of the bath,
feeling her lovely buttocks on my arm as I carried her to our
bedroom. 'She is as cute as her mother was,' I think to myself as
I carry her in my arms.

In the bedroom, I stood her on the floor in order to dry her. My
cock was still poking out of my shorts and she touched it,
feeling the length and thickness. A drop of spunk hung at the
pee-slit, not big enough yet to drop off my knob. Her fingers
scooped it up and she felt it between her fingers.

"It's slippery," she said and put her fingers into her mouth,
tasting it. "It tastes salty," she said, "but it's not nasty like
I thought."

"Mum likes the taste anyway," I said and began to dry her,
thinking about the fact that my granddaughter had just swallowed
some of my spunk.

Afterwards, I put my cock back in my shorts and we went back
downstairs, and Bridget said, "My, you two, you sure were a long
time up there," and I looked away but Liza just said, "Grandpa
was explaining stuff."

I think Bridget knew then or certainly suspected that I was doing
sex stuff with Liza but she said nothing about it. What I did
notice after that was that Bridget seemed to leave us alone
together more than usual, expecting some kind of sexual activity
to be taking place between my granddaughter and I.

Actually it was taking place, mostly in the kitchen. At every
opportunity, my hand was inside Liza's knickers, playing with her
tiny pussy. She would open her legs wide and often grasped the
hardness in my shorts. I would take my cock out and she would
stroke it, making me cum and spill my spunk all over the floor.
Then I would make her cum on my fingers, moaning and trembling as
she orgasmed.

Bridget made sure to stay in the living room when she knew that
Liza and I were masturbating each other and, she told me later,
usually had her own hand down her knickers playing with herself
as she imagined what we were doing.

"You don't mind me doing stuff to her, do you?" I asked and she
smiled.

"I can hardly say anything, can I?" she said. "You did the same
to me when I was her age and I loved it."

"Thanks, Bridget. I hoped you would understand," I said, relieved
that I didn't have to pretend any longer.

"Why don't you bring her into our bed tonight? I'd like some sex
fun too."



That night, Bridget asked Liza to come to our bedroom. Seeing us
both naked, she began to take off her pyjamas, and we both saw
again the beautiful hairless pussy slit and sexy little bottom of
our daughter. She lay between us, checking out her mum's lovely
tits and the hairy pussy that I always found so exciting. Her
hand reached out to touch her mother's nipple and, finding it
hard, she squeezed it gently.

Bridget sighed at the child's touch and I reached over to her
hairy pussy, feeling the wetness caused by her daughter's manual
stimulation of the now erect nipple. The wetness increased as
Bridget became even more aroused and she finally placed the
nipple to Liza's lips, inviting her to lick it. The child was on
her side, mouth covering the large nipple, and her tiny tongue
licked it, causing Bridget to produce even more juice from her
pussy.

"Suck, sweety!" Bridget whispered to our child and she took the
nipple and part of the aureole into her mouth. Bridget's hand
came up behind Liza's head and held her there, just like when she
was a baby. As Liza sucked on her mother's nipple, I shuffled
down to lie on my belly between Bridget's legs, my tongue snaking
out to lick between her hairy lips. I licked and sucked, watching
at the same time our daughter, who now squeezed her mother's
breast with her small hand.

"Oh Liza, you and Grandpa make me feel so good!" she said softly,
stroking the child's hair as she suckled. The 9-year-old looked
into her mother's eyes as her mother took Liza's hand and kissed
it, bringing it to her other nipple. The child then suckled and
squeezed Bridget's nipples and her mother sighed, watching with
half-closed eyes as her daughter and father pleased her so
delightfully.

My tongue was working its magic on Bridget's pussy and she was
beginning to show signs of cumming so she stopped me, and I went
to lie behind Bridget, watching our 9-year-old as she played with
her mother's fine tits. I reached over Bridget's hip and played
with Liza's bottom, feeling the fine taut skin and the youthful
muscles of our little girl. She wriggled slightly, opening her
legs in case I wanted to play in the valley between her buttocks.

I ran my finger up and down the tiny bum-crack, feeling her tiny
rosebud, and stretching further to reach the child's pussy-slit
which was now moist with her juices. This was to be Liza's night
and we would do everything to make her happy, so Bridget told her
to lie on her back between us. I pushed a pillow under her hips
so that they were tilted upwards and we both looked lovingly at
the pussy and bum-hole of our beautiful child.

I ran my tongue around her belly-button, pushing it in the tiny
orifice before venturing south and kissing her little pudenda.
She opened her legs wide and watched as my head dipped down and
my tongue ran the length of her wet slit. Bridget watched too and
brought a finger to Liza's chest and pinched a nipple lightly,
bending her head to kiss the child's lips. Liza had learned what
to do from me, from our bath-times, and she opened her mouth so
that her mother could push her tongue inside.

Their tongues duelled as my tongue snaked around Liza's tiny
little snatch and when I touched the tip to the child's clitoris,
she jumped slightly.

"It's nice when Grandpa does that, isn't it?" Bridget asked our
daughter and Liza moaned, nodding her agreement. "Grandpa likes
little girl pussy. He did it to me too when I was your age."

Bridget licked and sucked the child's flat chest, making her tiny
nipples become hard, and Liza reached up to fling her arms around
Mum's neck.

"I love you, Mum, and Grandpa too," she said.

Things were happening inside Liza's body and she knew that the
lovely strange feeling was going to happen again. She panted as
she braced herself, thinking of the joy she would soon experience
again and her mother held her tight, waiting for the explosive
orgasm that the child would have at any moment.

"Cum on Grandpa's tongue, Liza!" Bridget cried, knowing that her
child would be cumming any second.

Liza shuddered and Bridget placed her hand on the child's
abdomen, pushing gently.

"Cum, Liza! Let Mummy watch her little girl cum on Grandpa's
tongue!"

The child was humping the air and I tried my best to keep my
mouth tight against her pussy, despite the bucking of her hips.
She moaned as she came, her teeth gritted as the orgasm washed
over her. I tasted something slightly sweet and realised that it
must be her juices, juices I hadn't expected from one so young.
Bridget stroked Liza's hair as she watched her child's orgasm and
kissed her forehead as our child continued bucking her hips into
my face.

When it was over, Liza collapsed in a heap, her muscles
completely relaxed, her breathing still rapid but slowing
eventually until it was almost normal.

"It was awesome, Mum! Grandpa made me feel really good. Is it
like that when he does it to you?" Liza asked, and her mum smiled
and said, "Every time, sweety. He makes me cum every time."

I shuffled up the bed to lie beside Liza and we kissed gently, my
hand playing with the little pussy that was now soaking wet.
Bridget reached down over Liza and took my hard cock in her hand,
stroking it gently.

"I think it's time we made Grandpa cum, don't you?" Bridget said
quietly to Liza and the child nodded.

She shuffled down the bed and licked the pre-cum which had
gathered during the time I had made my granddaughter cum. Liza
watched as her mother licked the knob of my cock, finally taking
it into her mouth and tickling the underside with her experienced
tongue. Liza moved down the bed too, looking close up at what her
mother was doing to her grandpa's very stiff pole. She grasped my
shaft, feeling the firmness and when Bridget took my cock from
her mouth and offered it to Liza, the child licked the knob
tentatively.

I think that perhaps she expected some nasty taste or something
that she might not like but this must not have been the case
because she then forced it past her lips until her mouth was
full.

"Move your tongue around, Liza," Bridget instructed. "Tickle
Grandpa's cock with your tongue and stroke his shaft with your
hand."

The child's inexperienced tongue felt wonderful, warm and wet,
the tip trying to force open my pee-slit and probe inside. Her
mother watched her offspring, looking into my face from time to
time to see if Liza was pleasing me. She was! A child so young
with a mouthful of adult cock is an arousing sight.

"Grandpa will cum soon. Do you want it all in your mouth or do
you want me to do it?" she asked the enthusiastic child and, by
the expression on her face, Liza seemed unsure.

"Let's make him cum on us together, shall we?" and Lisa nodded.
"I'll suck and you play with his balls."

Bridget took me into her mouth and sucked while Liza's fingers
toyed gently with my ball-sac. She cupped it, feeling the weight
of my balls inside and when her little tongue swiped across it to
see how it tasted, I thrilled to the sensation.

"Grandpa's going to cum, Liza!" I said as I felt the tingling
begin. "Put your face next to Mummy's and I'll cum on you both."

She scooted up to her mum and pressed her face next to Mum's. I
took my cock from Bridget's mouth and wanked myself rapidly.

"Open your mouth, Liza," said her mother and they both waited,
mouths gaping wide to take my spunk.

Seconds later, I placed my shaft so that it pointed at their
mouths and I groaned as the first shot of spunk hit Liza's top
lip. The second shot hit Bridget's cheek and then the rest just
came, spraying the faces of my two girls. Liza watched,
fascinated, at the close-up of her grandpa's cock spewing out the
spunk that made babies all over their faces and she felt some of
the hot stuff go into her mouth.

When the pumping of my cock finally ended, the girls' faces were
covered with gobs of spunk and Liza watched her mother scoop it
off with her fingers and put it into her mouth. The child began
to do the same, tasting for the first time her grandpa's seed.
She was surprised however when her mother licked the spunk off
the child's face and swallowed it. When Liza wanted to do the
same, Bridget stayed still so that the child could get it all and
she too swallowed it.

They collapsed each side of me, their faces wet with saliva, and
I held them both, an arm around each of my girls. I was a lucky
man. Bridget wanted our 9-year-old daughter to experience sex at
home, in safety, and with the people who loved her most. The boys
she would eventually meet would want to use her for their own
satisfaction, not really caring about her as they filled her with
their spunk.



During the next week, Liza came to our room twice and watched her
mother and me fucking. She knelt, silently watching my hard cock
push into her mother's hairy pussy as I fucked her vigorously.
Her mother's cries of joy seemed to have an effect on her and I
noticed from the corner of my eye that her hand was playing with
her little pussy as she watched.

The last time, she watched me pull my cock out of Bridget and
then put her fingers into the spunk that began to ooze out of her
pussy, putting her fingers in her mouth to taste it. There would
be a difference this time because it would be mixed with
Bridget's cum-juices. She seemed not to be disappointed with the
taste and went back to her room to sleep.

Later in the week, she asked her mother the big question we had
both waited for. Our child wanted to know much more.

"Mummy, what's it feel like when Grandpa puts his cock in you?"
she asked.

Bridget thought for a minute. "It's called fucking, Liza. If a
man does it right, he will make you feel wonderful."

"Will Grandpa want to do it to me too?" she asked, and Bridget
replied simply, "If you want him to."

"If he does it, will he make me have a baby?" the child asked.

"Why? Would you like Grandpa's baby?" Bridget asked, curious as
to where this was leading.

"I don't know," she said, obviously unsure of what that might
entail.

"You're too young, Liza. You can't have a baby for years yet,"
said Bridget and she detected a slight disappointment in her
daughter's expression. "Grandpa can fuck you though, if that's
what you want. Think about for it a while. If you want him to do
it to you, come to our bedroom on Saturday night."



Saturday night came around and Liza presented herself, naked and
beautiful, and climbed into our bed, snuggling between us.

She looked up into my eyes and said softly, "Will you fuck me,
Grandpa?"

"Are you sure, Liza? It might hurt a bit the first time." I had
to warn her; I couldn't just risk hurting her and betraying the
trust she had always placed in me.

"Yes, Grandpa. Do me like you do Mummy." She looked so tiny and
vulnerable as she laid there, her legs open and her tiny pussy on
show. Bridget grabbed a pillow and shoved it gently under her
bottom so that her little cunt was tilted upwards. I gazed in
wonder between her legs at the little pussy-lips and the tiny
pink bum-hole. She was beautiful and my cock began to rise, and I
went down between her legs and licked everything that was on
show.

Her little labia parted as my tongue forced them apart and I
tasted the sweet wetness which seeped from her tiny hole. She
sighed as my tongue roamed and Bridget stroked the child's chest
and nipples as she watched me orally stimulate our 9-year-old. I
forced open her little love-hole with the tip of my tongue and
she wriggled, seeming to want more of it.

"Oh Mummy! It feels so good!" she moaned, clutching at her mother
as my stimulation began to take effect. "Grandpa's loving me,
isn't he?" and Bridget smiled and nodded.

It was time. Bridget said nothing but handed me the KY jelly and
watched as I liberally coated our daughter's cunt with it, taking
more of it to lubricate my cock which was at full stand and
waiting for action. Liza eyed my cock with a little trepidation,
realising now that this large organ was going to be forced into
the tiny hole between her legs.

Sensing our child's fear, Bridget leaned down and whispered,
"Grandpa won't hurt you. He didn't hurt me when he did it to me
the first time."

Relaxing, she watched as I presented my knob to her cunt, gently
pressing against it. My knob pushed open her labia and her
love-hole began to open as I pushed a ilittle more forcefully.
Her eyes went wide as she felt her cunt-muscles pushed apart and
my knob start to slide forward. Her hole was forced open more as
I pushed and when she suddenly winced, I stopped, afraid I had
hurt her.

"It just feels weird," she assured me and I pushed again.
Suddenly the knob slid inside and she took a deep breath.

"Ooh Grandpa! It's in me!" she cried, excited and surprised that
it had been possible. "I can feel you inside me!"

I paused, waiting for her little pussy to get used to the size. I
reflected on what a sight we made. This tiny child was lying
under a large adult and her mother watched as the adult was
intending to fuck the tiny pussy with what appeared to be an
impossibly large penis. Bridget took the child's legs, pulling
them high and holding them to make the penetration of her
daughter's cunt much easier for me.

Liza looked up at my face and she could see I was waiting for
permission to continue.

"Go on, Grandpa. Fuck me!" she said and my cock lurched inside
her as I heard her sexy words.

I pushed in an inch and waited again, looking into her eyes as
her vagina was forced open wider than ever before by my thick
cock.

"More, Grandpa!" she said softly and I pushed again until another
inch was lodged tightly inside her fuck-hole. Jesus, she was
tight! I remembered Bridget's pussy and the tightness I felt as
she seemed to crush my organ in her hot wet vice when she was
this young.

Bridget found the child's clitoris and began to rub it with the
tip of one finger and Liza wriggled, and I took the opportunity
to force another two inches into her. She was taking almost all
my cock now, squeezing it so much that it almost hurt me, but I
couldn't disappoint my little girl so I had to go on.

Her eyes gave me approval to continue and then I pushed, finally
feeling her hairless sex against my pubic bone. I was in her. I
had filled my little Liza with cock! She clutched Bridget again,
her eyes closed now, and seemed to be savouring the moment.

I pulled out a few inches and she breathed in sharply as my cock
pushed back in the whole way. I began a slow rhythm, gently
forcing my shaft into the little girl's tight vagina before
pulling out again and repeating the movements. Bridget rubbed the
child's clitoris as I fucked but she stopped before our daughter
had her orgasm. Her mother would make Liza cum at the same time
as me.

Our child panted as I fucked, feeling the emotions of a young
woman having her first cock, and I saw the expression of love on
Bridget's face as she watched me impale our daughter on my thick
shaft. I had not let her down; I was fucking Liza as I had fucked
her mother for the first time so many years before.

'I love you!' she mouthed and I felt humble. The two girls in my
life loved me and what else could anybody want from life?

I fucked my child and her 9-year-old body took the cock she knew
she wanted deep inside her. Each time I hit bottom, I was careful
not to overdo it, stopping myself from rutting, contenting myself
with the gentle love-making that I wanted for the little girl's
first time. There would be time later for vigorous fucking, when
she was older and begging me to fuck her hard and deep. For now,
I had to love her like the child she was, taking care not to
reveal my animalistic tendency to fuck violently when my partner
asked for it.

My mind wanted me to fuck my child for a long time, letting her
savour the feelings that good love-making will bring but her
tightness and the friction her vagina created was bringing me too
soon to the point of ejaculation and her sexiness was making
delay almost impossible. I had to cum in her now!

Bridget had seen the signs and she rubbed the child's clitoris
rapidly, knowing that I would blow any second. And she was right!

As Liza began to cum on her mother's finger, I moaned and felt
the first gob of spunk leave me and shoot into Liza's cunt. She
was wriggling, her hips bucking as she felt also the jerking of
my cock and she opened her eyes wide and looked straight at me.

"Grandpa! I can feel it! You're cumming in me! Mum, he's cumming
in me!" the child's excited voice cried out as my hot spunk
splashed the walls of her cunt. My cock jerked again and again,
pumping hot seed deep into my 9-year-old daughter. Her shocked
expression remained throughout the pumping of my potent seed into
her welcoming pussy and then it changed to an expression of love
for a lover.

I collapsed forward, taking care not to crush her, and held
myself up on my arms. Her arms went around my neck and she kissed
me over and over, holding me tight to her as the last of my spunk
splashed inside her.

"I love you, Grandpa," she whispered and I whispered back, "I
love you too, you beautiful girl. I love you so much."

Bridget stroked my back as I covered our daughter's body with
mine and she bent down to whisper in my ear, "Thanks, Daddy."

We stayed there, my cock draining into Liza's pussy and Bridget
stroking us both in love and affection. When my cock eventually
slipped from our 9-year-old's pussy, Bridget ducked down and
licked up our juices from Liza, her tongue going inside the
gaping hole to lick up all the spunk she could find. I lay next
to Liza and we watched as her mother cleaned Liza's sex, enjoying
the taste of spunk and child cum-juice. It was enough to make
Liza cum again!



We have continued our incest over the years, our love for each
other sustaining us through bad times as well as good. Liza's
tits began to grow before she turned 11 and her periods started
before she turned 12. Bridget sometimes comes home to find Liza
bent over the kitchen table, my cock deep inside her. Liza
usually cries, "Breed me, Grandpa! Fuck a baby into me!" because
she knows that it is the biggest turn-on ever for me. I suspect
that she actually means it because she refuses to use birth
control. We rut like animals and, at age 13, there is a definite
possibility that she will end up pregnant.

Liza likes to join Bridget and I, helping to stimulate me so that
Bridget can get every last sperm from my balls. I think she hopes
that the birth control will fail and her mother will get pregnant
again.

Our relationship with each other is one of love and
understanding, and we respect each other's right to be alone
sometimes. We like to masturbate each other sometimes in unlikely
places but there's never a sense of boredom or unease as we play
with each other's body. When we want to masturbate alone, we just
close the door and do it, knowing that the others will not worry
that our relationship is in trouble.

So, there we are. Incest is rife in our house... and we will
never tire of it.

END

P.S. I've just had the news this morning. My 14-year-old Liza is
pregnant! I can't wait for the baby to come!



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