Sweet Baby Whore – Chapter 3

By:Ginny 

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

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

Chapter 3: 

The ride to Aunt Jude’s house was quiet; I can’t remember Mom or Dad saying more than a few words to each other. I was also quiet and pre-occupied thinking about what had happened in New Mexico.

I was quickly coming to the realization that I could not continue to ask my parents for permission to do pedo fuck films whenever a private video collector wanted me and was willing to pay top dollar. The last three I made caused me to end up right where I was now, rushing with my parents to Aunt Jude’s. 

Jude is not in honesty my biological Aunt. She was at that time and continues to be today, a close and intimate friend of my Mothers. Jude was also a qualified nurse who at that time looked after the health of some select porn actors and actresses. 

Once again I had allowed myself to become swept up in the eroticism of making a video and of the moment by allowing all 12 of the guys who had gang banged me to get just a tad bit too over zealous.

Well, maybe more than a tad bit, those guys fucked me untill I passed out.

Now, once again, my parents and I were at Aunt Jude’s door step to see what the repercussions were from a dozen adult men enthusiastically screwing the stuffing out of a more than willing 12-year-old fuck toy (me). Little Ginny had done it again.

It was a good thing that school was out for the summer, because it took a good two months to recover. My best friend Ashley, Aunt Jude’s daughter, would come over to our house frequently and spend a few days at a time so I could have some company. 

We were the same age and were involved in the same ‘activities’ so we didn’t lack things to gossip over.  At night we shared the same bed. Her naked, smooth body resting next to me was the best medicine in the world. 

Over the course of that summer, Ashley and I became life long friends and lovers. To this very day, 28 years later, her touch, a hint of her perfume or the sound of her soft delicate voice, has the ability to turn my nipples hard, send shivers through my body all the way down to my toes and start my pussy juices flowing.

Toward the end of July I was doing great. Ashley and I would take walks down to the docks when Dad was due in and watch all the activity. We would stop at the market and get the groceries that mom needed for dinner then walk home. I was finally off all medications and each day was better than the one before.

Dad would come home strip in the mudroom off the back porch (his clothes reeked of diesel fuel and fish guts) then head to the shower. Ashley and I started to join him in this repeated ritual. I have to tell you the three of us totally enjoyed that. I would soap up Dads’ body while Ashley sucked his cock. Just to tease him, every now and then I would push the bar of soap partially up his bum hole.

Dad would often reach down and grab Ashley and me by our boobs. I was, by this time, almost (wink) filling an “A” cup but his big hands would completely cover everything I had. Then he would pick one of us up so our boobs were right there in his face and he would suck a boob into his open mouth.

Mom would often join us, not always but frequently enough. There we would be, Mom, Dad, Ashley, and me all in the shower together. Ashley and I would hug and cuddle after she managed to suck all the cum Dad could pump into her mouth. How she did that without swallowing is beyond me. 

Then, she and I would exchange my fathers cum with deep French kisses while we fingered each other’s pussies and bum holes. I’ll tell you, both Mom and Dad appreciated that little show.  Times were good and I was getting horny for cock again. 

Little Ginny (Sweet Baby Whore) was physically and mentally ready to get back in the saddle. I wanted my Daddy. Or, more accurately, I wanted my fathers cock pumping my pussy and ass full of his cum.
 
Mom was standing at the door when the FedEx home delivery truck pulled into the driveway. The driver handed her one of those overnight letter envelopes. The code in the upper left of the envelope indicated it was from the lady pedo film collector. The one down in NM who wanted me in the last film I did. For a number of reasons that woman was not too popular around the house.

Mom let out a few, almost polite, curse words under her breath and tossed the envelope on the couch. I couldn’t hold myself back, because this was the first correspondence we had from her since the film was made. So, I opened it.

It was apparent she liked the second film even better than the first one I made for her; the one I did on my 12th birthday back in January. The letter contained a generous monetary bonus along with a repeat of the offer that in the event I ever wanted to turn professional in the porn industry prior to my 18th birthday she had the connections to make it happen.

Additionally, there was an offer for me to make a third film for her at the ranch in NM. She wanted to know if there would be any objections to me masturbating and sucking off a pony, taking some of the animal cum in my mouth then rubbing the remaining cum all over my boobs and pussy.

Personally I liked the thoughts of something like that and Ashley, who had been reading the letter over my shoulder, broke into a broad smile and softly said ‘wow – wicked awesome.’ 

Mom however had a different reaction; I thought she was going to have a heart attack right there in the living room. This was not a good thing. I unconsciously knew there was a limit to what my mother would permit me to do in these films and this request had reached and gone beyond that limit.

Ashley and I retreated to what was by this time, ‘our’ bedroom to wait for my father to come home. It was my feeling that Mom would let Dad know that, in her opinion, we had reached the end of the road with the lady collector. 

While Ashley and I were waiting for Dad to come home we were sitting together on the edge of our bed.  I reached over and unbuttoned her blouse so I could lick and suck her beautiful still budding boobs. She instinctively lifted her bum off the bed and together we remove her shorts.  My best friend, my lover, lay there completely nude. She stretched out her slim athletic body, spread open her legs so her delicious cunt was there for the taking, raised her arms and pulled me down on top of her. 

We kissed deep probing French kisses. My right hand reached down and found the opening to her exquisitely smooth hairless cunt. It was already wet; her pussy lips were parted, ready to accept as many fingers of my hand as I could fit inside.

Ashley’s voice whispered in my ear; ”the lube, use gobs of it, I need lube.” Surprisingly, that didn’t kill the flow of what we were doing. If anything it intensified the moment. 

With my hand now covered with lube, I had no difficulty probing the inside of her cunt with all four fingers.  My thumb rested perfectly on the hood of her clit. 

My tongue was dancing with her tongue, my hand worked its way ever deeper into her pussy stretching it so it was now possible to move my thumb off her clit and join my other four fingers deep inside her sopping wet slippery cunt. It’s amazing how well lube mixes with cunt juices. 

I had my hand fully inside her 12-year-old pussy and I fucked it - hard! Just like Mom had taught me to. Mom was (is) a fisting aficionado and I had been double fisting her for ages. She could even take a double fisting from Dad. Yup, Mom liked to be stretched.

As I was pumping my hand into Ashley’s cunt I had this bizarre thought. Here we were locked in an embrace my hand fully inside her gorgeous cunt working it as hard as I could and I started to wonder how many times she must have been fucked. I mean I had my hand all the way into her 12-year-old-cunt. Ashley must have been fucking forever to allow me to open her up that much.

My mind kept racing through these weird thoughts. How many cocks had she really had inside her perfect cunt 100, 200, 500, a 1,000? I started wondering if she had ever been double penetrated in her cunt. God! I would have loved to been there with her when (if) that happened.

Ashley started to get ridged, she was climaxing. Her pussy clamped down on my hand, she arched her back so the back of her head was just touching the mattress, our lips parted. She reached up, grabbed her own boobs, and began pulling and squeezing them as if she was kneading two small loaves of bread. This girl was really into it.

One of her hands came off her boobs and found my hand that was still inside her pussy. She grasped the wrist of that hand and did her best to pulled it even further up into her cunt. That move lasted for some 15 or 20 seconds then her climax slowly ended. Her body quivered a few more times and then relaxed. 

As gently as I could I removed my hand and wrist from her pussy. Kissed her boobs, her eyelids, her lips and her cunt. Her juices were flowing from between her pussy lips and by this time were soaking her ass. My tongue licked them up and brought them into my mouth. The taste of her sex juices were incredibly sweet and I savored them untill swallowing every drop. 

Then, from out of the blue, from somewhere, came my question. “My beautiful, precious Ashley, how many times have you been fucked? Be honest with me” 

I can’t remember her exact response however; it went something like the following.

‘I don’t know. But, I do know I’ve had cock heads in here (patting her pussy) since I was maybe 4, but I bet Mom would have a good idea. She keeps notes about stuff like that, it’s kind of a habit she has with all of her medical training and stuff. I’ve never really thought about it.’ 

I filed that answer away. If she started at 4 she had at least a three-year head start on me. I’d have to work on a way to ask Aunt Jude. Here I was all this time thinking I was the primo slut of ‘Bakers Creek.’ Now, here is my best friend, my lover, telling me she was just as much a fuck toy slut as I was. Who could have known? Not me that’s for sure.

Ashley was still recovering from her climax when I heard the door to the back porch close. Daddy was home. Happily it was time for me to join him in the shower. I wanted his cock deep up my pussy.

The ritual of ‘our’ shower started. I soaped his body and his cock. He covered me in warm bath soap. We rinsed each other off and I took his cock in my oral cavity. He placed both hands on the back of my head and with the tenderness and love he has demonstrated towards me all my life, started to slowly, gently, fuck my mouth.

I swallowed his first full load and with the shower still flowing he laid down on his back and I straddled him. My body shielded his face from the shower stream as I lowered my ass down on top of him. His cock found my pussy and I blissfully took his full 8½ inches into my hungry cunt.

I knew I had his full length in me because I could feel his pubic bone against my clit every time I rocked back and forth as I rode his cock.

Dad reached up, grabbed my ‘A’ cup tits, and pinch rolled each of my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. That felt delicious. It felt like he was trying to pull them off my chest. I loved it.

With Daddy working my tits I fucked his cock until he came a second time. We kissed; I rolled off of him and watched as the shower water rinsed his cum off of his cock and my pussy. The little translucent pearl white globs went in circles as they found the drain and went out of sight. What a waist of Daddy’s cum. To be washed down the shower drain.

That was my first fuck since the gangbang back in early June and it was wonderful. It didn’t last long enough but it was comfortable and there was absolutely no soreness or discomfort. The wanton pedo cum drinking slut fuck toy of ‘Bakers Creek’ was back, and hungrier than ever for fat cocks and sopping wet pussy.

Mom came into the bathroom and pulled the shower curtain back. Looking directly at Daddy she told him that they needed to talk. The tone of her voice left little to be misinterpreted. That ended our little romp in the shower. It was time to pay attention to what was on Mom’s mind.

Dad got up, toweled off and quizzically asked me if I knew what was up. I mentioned that Mom had a new letter from the lady collector. Also, Mom wasn’t all that pleased with what the lady had asked me to do in a new film that she wanted.

Daddy kind of rolled his eyes and I could tell he wasn’t looking forward to the conversation with Mom.

We all ended up in the living room.  Ashley and I squeezed our selves together and made it into Daddy’s chair. Mom was standing up and Dad was on the couch. Mom had the letter from the lady collector in her hand. 

Long story short, she read the part of the letter to Daddy about the lady collector wanting me to suck off a pony then swallow some pony cum and rub the rest of it on my boobs and pussy. Ashley put her hand between my legs, squeezed my pussy, and then tongued me in my ear. I positively got the point that dear little Ashley was making to me. She got off on animal sex.

Daddy had a slight smile on his face. He got up, read the full letter silently to him self, then headed to the phone. He reached the ‘Secretary’ and had a lengthy, polite, conversation.

Unfortunately for me that conversation formally ended my relationship with the lady collector. Mom may have occasionally been in porn films but, permitting her daughter to do animal sex in a video, to her, was going way, way, too far.

Then Dad did something totally unexpected. He called Ashley’s mom (Jude) and told her to contact the ‘Secretary’ because he may have something that Ashley would be perfect for. Ashley let out a ‘yippee’ jumped out of our chair and kissed Dad full on the lips.

Mom called Daddy by his first and middle name, which was not a good sign. “You had no business doing that.” Dad replied “why not? Jude can always say no just like you did.  Besides, you and I both know Ashley and her mother have been taking the knot for years.”

Well this was news to me, was I the only one in the room that didn’t know this. My best friend, my lover, hadn’t seen fit to tell me this. I was hurt, I was bummed, and I was pissed.

I got up out of Daddy’s chair without saying anything and went into my bedroom and closed the door. Ashley was knocking on the door a few seconds later. She opened it a crack and waved a white bandanna, then came in and sat down on our bed next to me, placed her hand on my shoulder and started her explanation.  

Ashley’s Mom Jude knew of my mothers thinking when it came to animal sex. After all Jude was on the set of every porn film my Mom had made up to that point. She knew Mom was repulsed at the thought of anyone having sex with an animal.

So, to avoid any conflict as the both of them were establishing their friendship Jude never brought the subject up. After Ashley was born Jude slowly introduced her to dogs, just as my Mom and Dad introduced me to cocks. Jude was a single Mom so the dogs were a natural for them both.

Mom and Dad found out about Jude’s fondness for animal sex from the cast of one of the porn films Mom was in. It was no leap of the imagination to accept the fact that Jude introduced Ashley to bestiality. However, that little tidbit just wasn’t mentioned around our house.

When Ashley and I first became friends Ashley’s Mom was adamant that Ashley not reveal her and her mother’s affection for bestiality. Everything was done so as not to upset my Mom because Jude felt their friendship was too precious to jeopardize. 

Now that everything was out in the open, it was as if everyone could take a deep breath and stop all this freaking pretending. Actually it was the best possible thing that could have happened. Which, I believe, is why my father did what he did. I mean really, if someone is your true friend you should be able to disagree on some issues and still be friends.

While Ashley was explaining all this to me, Mom got on the phone and called Aunt Jude to invite her over for dinner and also for Aunt Jude to bring Ashley some fresh clothes. Apparently Aunt Jude asked Mom for permission to bring along a male acquaintance, a human male acquaintance. Things were looking up.

Before dinner Ashley and I took a bath together. We spent a good amount of time shaving each other’s pussy. Taking great care to make sure they were both smooth and totally free of any pedo peach fuzz, which is something I do to this very day. I’m proud of my pussy, I enjoy showing it off, and I enjoy showing what it’s capable of doing such as swallowing a 9-½ inch cock all the way to the ball sack. Yup, I can really do that.

Ashley and I were ready should the opportunity present itself to put on a little show for the folks gathered around the dinner table. You never know what the after dinner sweets could be at our house.

The food was delicious, the wine flowed, we all had a little buzz on, some more than others and, Ashley and I had the 12-year-old girl’s giggle fits. 

I flashed a boob and Ashley flashed both of hers. I flashed both of mine then Ashley took her blouse off. I took my blouse off. She took her shorts off; I took my shorts and panties off. She took her panties off and put them down the front of her mothers male companions open shirt.  Message sent.

We were both totally nude chasing each other around the kitchen table. I reached for my glass of wine. There was one swallow left. I finished the rest of it and asked Aunt Jude for more. Daddy gave an approving nod and the glass was refilled.

The evening was off to a good start, Ashley and I both knew before the night was over we would be on top of each other either on the kitchen table or on the floor in the living room with everyone watching. 

I had the feeling, that after Ashley and I put on our little show, we would have a good chance of having an all female 4-sum with Mom and Aunt Jude. 

Daddy and Aunt Jude’s male friend would be busy. They had their choice of any of the four cunts available. If their stamina held up they could do all of us.

Daddy got up from the table and shooed Ashley and me back into our bedroom. The kitchen had to be cleaned up, and Ashley and I could use the time to prepare. I got out a couple of pairs of my thigh high’s and offered a pair to Ashley. She wanted the red and I took the white.

We examined our pussies one more time for any hint of 12-year-old pussy peach fuzz. Then, placed tiny, tiny touches of perfume on our clit hoods and rose bud’s, behind each ear, just a touch on our throats and on each nipple. I filled my pussy with a flavored lube and shoved a 5-inch vibrator all the way up and into my pussy so nothing was showing.

Ashley used some other lube that was on ‘our’ dresser it was some clear water based stuff. But, she selected a small cock dildo the same size as my vibrator, which also went far up into her pussy it was totally out of site. We looked at each other, smiled, and then kissed. We were ready.  

Fuck! Lip-gloss, we forgot the lip-gloss. Back then lip-gloss, just like lipstick, was a solid. You didn’t put it on with a small brush applicator as you do today. Flame red for me, a deeper red for Ashley. Now we were ready. See through bathrobe. I forgot the see through bathrobes. What the heck was going on? Could I be that nervous?

Knock, Knock … we’re ready girls. The door opened just so slightly and Mom had two small glasses of wine in her hands. I gladly accepted both of them. Ashley and I each took a sip then opened the door wide and with wine glasses held high, stepped through the doorway and walked into the kitchen. 

Our see through bathrobes were not secured around our waist so, with each step they floated open revealing our bald cunts, firm developing tits and the lube that, from the warmth of our pussies, had started to run down the inside of our thighs. Everything screamed pure erotic sex. 

I have to admit, it was close to being a bit over the top. But all of the adults enjoyed the view of their two pedo-whores walking across the floor toward them.

Ashley and I reached the table, drank the remaining wine in our glasses climbed up on top of our “dance floor’, removed each others see through bathrobes and with our mouths wide open French kissed each other. 

My God! I still remember Ashley tasted like pure sex. The scent of her skin was reminiscent of fine brandy. We dropped to our knees, our mouths still locked together. 

I spread my knees open she spread her knees open. Without opening our eyes we reached under each other’s crotch. Our fingers found each other’s pussy lips and started to probe into each other’s cunts. 

With just some slight fumbling on our part, by this time I had my hand almost all the way up Ashley’s cunt, we pulled out the vibrator and the dildo that had remained totally hidden from view inside each other’s warm, sopping wet, lubed up fuck holes. 

Ashley took the vibrator that was inside my cunt and sucked it into her mouth. I took the drenched dildo that was in Ashley’s cunt and licked her juices off of it like it was a lollypop.

We collapsed on top of each other then rolled around on the table kissing and fondling each other. I had one hand on one of her boobs and the other, still holding onto the dildo, slid easily deep into her cunt.
 

Ashley took the vibrator she had been sucking on and pushed it up my bum hole. Then she found my pussy and slid her hand deep into me the same way I was deep into her. Only sweet little Ashley started to probe the insides of my pussy untill she could feel the vibrator that she shoved up my ass from inside my stretched out pussy.

She found the vibrator that was in my ass from inside my cunt and worked it out of my ass untill we all heard it hit the tabletop. It was still running and started to pop and dance all over the place making one heck of a racket. We both tried to grab it but it made it all the way over to where Aunt Jude’s male friend was sitting. Ashley and I got the giggles again.

He asked if I wanted it back in my ass and I told him I would rather have his cock in my pussy. He picked me up carried me into the living room and laid me very gently down on my back on the carpet. 

I opened my legs as wide as I could, you know like a frog, thighs open wide and pressed down with my feet touching each other, then started to pull on my boobs.  My other hand started to work my clit. By this time Daddy had picked up Ashley and carried her into the living room. He put her down and placed her so Ashley and I were head to head with about 1 foot separating us.

Daddy asked Mom and Aunt Jude if they wanted to watch anything special. Mom responded very calmly. “What ever you do, just be gentle, both girls have already been through enough this evening.”

With that, Daddy picked Ashley up kissed her very softy and carried her into our bedroom and placed her on our bed then walked out and closed the door.

I got to my feet, reached up and kissed Aunt Jude’s male companion, smiled at my mom then walked through the kitchen and into our bedroom to join my best friend and my lover on our bed.

Ashley was on her back with one leg draped over the side of the bed with her foot resting on the floor. One arm was across her tummy, the other was straight back, bent at the elbow and resting on the back of her head. She was sound asleep. 


I picked a towel up off of the floor wiped the still moist lube from around her beautiful bald pussy and from her inner thighs then did the same for myself. Her leg needed to be lifted back onto the bed and I did my best to move her away from its edge.

I crawled up over to her so my back was next to the wall, gently kissed her lips, moved my right hand up from her pussy where I had been gently probing its entrance, and then nuzzled up against her neck breathing in her delicate perfume.

My hand then found her delicate boobs and stayed there.

Peaceful sleep overtook me as my head touched the pillow.  The wine and the energy of our wanton sexual lust for each other had exhausted the both of us. All was right in my world and, for the moment, I found myself blissfully complete. 
 
To be continued  . . . . . . . . . .
I appreciate the reader spending time with me by paging through this portion of my life’s story. In the event you have comments, (all are welcomed) I may be reached at: thefamilytoy@hotmail.com 

Sincerely
Virginia
(Ginny)

(The standard disclaimer applies) - this story is not reflective of any person living or dead. It does not imply that the author condones the actions contained here within. The characters portrayed here only live within the neuron net of my own mind) 

Addendum:

From time to time people come into my life, spend a short time and, more often than not, move on. However there are several people who are mentioned in these pages that have remained constant. 

Unless you have started with part one of “My Name Is” and haven’t skipped a page, some of these names need explaining. So for clarity’s sake, I offer the following:

Mom: She is my true biological mother my friend and, my confidant. She is referred to as: Mom, Mommy or My Mother. She has a past history of working in Porn Films. Her pet name in the family is “CC” which stands for Cave Cunt. Mom has the ability to fit large objects such as a 16 or 24 oz. beer can all the way into her pussy so deep that it goes out of sight. And, she can walk around with it still in there without it showing or slipping out. Mom is also a fisting aficionado. She gets off on being vaginally and anally stretched. She is a loving, kind, and protective parent.

Dad: He is my true biological father. He is referred to as: Dad or Daddy. Dad did two tours in Vietnam. In the times covered by these writings he was the owner and Captain of his own Fishing Trawler. His family knick name is “The Boss.” He often brings selected friends home for me and/or my Mom to ‘entertain.’ Which we both are very happy do. He can both be a participant and/or a voyeur. 

Daddy is my friend and my protector. He is gentle, kind, and loving. I cannot remember a time when he ever raised his voice to me.

Jude: My mother’s closest friend, confidant, and frequently her sexual partner. She is not my biological Aunt. However I grew up knowing her as “Aunt Jude” or “Aunty-Jude” She was, at the time, a single mother, who worked outside the home as a Registered Nurse providing medical assistance on the sets of legal-legitimate-professional porn films. My Mom and Jude met on the set of one of the films Mom was in. Our family nickname for her has become “Beastie” or “The ‘B’.” For her fondness of animal sex.  

Ashley: My absolute best life long friend and companion. I refer to her as: “Ashley”, “My Best Friend” or “My Lover.”  Within our family, she is known as “little-beastie”,  “lil-beastie” or “LB” for the same reason that her mother is known as “Beastie.” Ashley likes the Knot. 

From the year in which we both reached the age of 12 we have been lovers. We still have our reunions when she fly’s out to the east coast. She knows me better than I know myself. She is the one and only person, besides my husband and/or my parents that, without question, I would trust with my life and/or the care of my children. When we were young and foolish, we made many pedo fuck videos together and separately for different private collectors. 

The Secretary: This gentleman is in the employ of the private collector I did my very first pedo fuck film for. He has proven himself to be loyal to his employer, and honest to my family and me. Sometimes he made arrangements with other select private collectors for either Ashley or me to be in a new film. He is a trusted professional person. He is always referred to as ‘The Secretary.’

Private Collectors: These are the people who seem to have more money than God. They are a small, ultra cautious loosely knit group, who fund, pay for and collect one-of-a-kind pedophilia videos that cater to their particular interests. These videos are made especially for their own personal private collections. No one else has access to them. Both Ashley and I made several films for a number of these collectors. Just pure sex, nothing was forced or required us to do anything other than what we were eager to do or were capable of. Nothing was ever done to harm or endanger us in any way, ever. 
