My Name Is… – Part 2
By Ginny (M/F/g, cons, inc)
Memories – of what brought me to this time and to this place.

In the event you have not read the beginning of this collection of memories I would urge the reader to spend some time going through the first posting of “My Name Is” prior to reading this segment.

Before we start, I would like to say this: what follows is a reconstruction of events as I remember them from an adult perspective looking back upon my life from childhood to present day. Some of the blanks, and there were many, have been filled in the best they could be by chats for the most part with my mom and dad. Whenever a jumble of memories didn’t make sense to me I would take the short walk over to my mom’s house and we would spend some time over a glass of wine or a cup of coffee. There are still a few loose ends here and there but as of this moment, this is the best I can do at candidly describing what went on. As noted before, memories are subjective in nature especially when reconstructing events that took place up to 34 years ago.

Chapter 2
I had been teasing my dad unmercifully for close to a year. My goal had been to get him so hot he would say yes to my repeated attempts to go beyond just giving him head and licking his balls a few times a week to finally getting his cock inside me. I mean he did finger my pussy daily from when I came home from the hospital after my birth.
 
Mom has also frequently told me that Dad would masturbate on me pumping his cum on my chest and pussy he would placed the head of his cock up against my pussy and ejaculate into me. Dad would try to get the head of his cock in me and did manage to open me up a little but no full intercourse and that is what I wanted now.
 
This wasn’t a silly game on my part by any stretch of the imagination. I wanted my dad to fuck me. If I had to satisfy myself with him only fingering my cunt and me just giving him head much longer causing me to continue to depend on masturbating two times a day I think I would have exploded. Sexually precocious doesn’t even come close to explaining my inner feelings on this.
Sometimes in the early evenings when my homework was finished (yes, we had homework in the first and second grade) and it had been checked along with the quality of my chores, my dad and I would lie side by side on the sofa and watch some TV before bedtime. More often than not I would be in only my bathrobe with a towel wrapped around my hair because I had just finished my shower and Dad would still be in his work clothes, jeans and a sweatshirt.
I’d reach over and start rubbing his cock with the palm of my hand and feel it slowly get hard and press up against the underside of his jeans. My next step would be to lower the zipper, undo his belt, pop the top button and move my hand down to meet the head of his cock. This was normally met with little or no resistance whatsoever. I would gently massage the head of his cock with my thumb and fingers, and then open my bathrobe so he could get a good look at my hairless and very moist pussy.
 
I know, I wasn’t playing fair and I wouldn’t, until I had his cock inside me. My mom would be over in her chair pretending to read the book she had checked out from the library, but not missing anything that was going on across the room on the sofa.

Dad had lain back against a pillow or two with his right arm folded over his eyes in a position you would have thought he used to take a nap but his bulging cock was saying something entirely different. He lifted his hips up and that was his way of telling me he wanted his jeans and underpants down below his knees and if, when I got them down that low and he still offered no resistance, he wanted everything completely off. On this night they came off. I slipped my arms free of my bathrobe untied the wrap and it joined Dad’s stuff in a jumbled heap on the carpet. Top to bottom I was only wearing my hair-drying towel and my slippers.

Mom had put her book down and was concentrating on her husband and her daughter with her hands clasped in her lap. I found out much later her folded hands were covering a vibrator under her bathrobe that she had resting lightly on top of her clit. She was keeping it in place and trying to muffle the sound. I doubt it would have bothered me or Dad as I was now lying flat on top of him facing his cock and my pussy was just about in the middle of his chest close enough for him to see it was wet and in need of some attention. To start, Dad liked me to hold his cock with two hands, my fingers laced together in back so my two thumbs were free to lightly massage the purple cock head. He liked that… I mean, he REALLY liked that.
I would massage the head of his cock in front with my two thumbs and the backside of the cock head with my two index fingers just taking it slow with hardly any pressure, kind of just tickling the very sensitive area of the entire head of his cock. After I spent some time doing that I was permitted to replace my thumbs and fingers with the tip of my tongue. Now my hands were on the shaft of his cock gently imitating the action of a guy giving himself a hand job only now I had his cock head inside my mouth and my tongue was making circles around it. Every now and then I would come off the head of his cock and use my tongue to lick the full length of it, all 8½ inches.

Dad lasted for a good 10 minutes without so much as a hint he was ready to cum. All the time I was giving him head he was busy working my pussy. He started by wetting and then running his thumbs just along the outside edges of my inside pussy lips (the labia minora for you technical people). Then he wet his index finger and made small circles around my clit, but not touching it. When he finally did put the slightest pressure on my clit I jumped. It was as if every muscle in my body received a small electric shock all at the same time. I swear I went rigid for a second or two. This caused a small problem, I had the head of his cock in my mouth at the time and, I bit it. Not hard, I didn’t draw blood, but I did cause a slight amount of discomfort. Judging from the intensity of the slap across my ass I guess it was more than slight.

We kind of rearranged ourselves with me slouched on one of the seat cushions with my legs over the edge with both feet flat on the rug on the floor. My back and head were between the bottom cushion and the backrest of the sofa and my butt was kind of hanging just over the edge. Dad was kneeling on two of the four bottom cushions from the sofa. He moved my feet up onto the cushion. I was part way on so my knees were almost straight up and then he moved my legs to the “open” position.
 
I had to grab hold of the top of the sofa to keep from falling completely off the couch. Comfortable it was not. By magic, the head of his cock was then resting up against the hairless warm moist opening to my “virgin” pussy. Tonight was the night!
I am told by my Mother that I reached down and grabbed my ankles to spread my knees even more. (How I did this without falling off the couch is beyond me). With this all now in place, I still managed to look up at my dad and tell him to, “Fuck me.” (Both my parents somewhat disagree on the exact sequence leading up to this point but they both acknowledge those were the words I used). Dad took a small plastic bottle of lube from Mom’s hand and liberally covered my pussy and his cock with the stuff. I do remember there was no odor to it and it felt cold against my skin.

Mom got up on the one remaining sofa cushion next to me, put her hand on my head and lowered her head onto my shoulder where she could have a perfect view of what her husband, my father, was about to perform on my willing, warm, moist, open, bald, hairless cunt. It wasn’t to be at all what I had expected or dreamed of. No big thrust, no burying of a cock deep into my vagina, no feeling of being stretched open; none of that. Dad started off by just positioning the head of his cock against the inner lips of my pussy and sliding it up and down the full length of my less than 3-inch slit. Bringing the head of his cock up to my clit, just touching the magic button. He did this for some time.

Each long slide of his cock head up and down the length of my slit ended with a slight amount of additional pressure which sent the head of his cock just faintly deeper between the lips of my pussy and ending with that gentle slight bump against my clit. Mom added more lube to both of us and Dad continued sliding his cock up and down the short length of my pussy. He then he took his thumb and pushed the head of his cock down between my pussy lips and up to the entrance of my vagina. Not into my vagina, just to the entrance that was once guarded by the hymen that Mom had opened. He had less than two inches of his cock in me if that much, just slightly more than that beautiful swollen cock head.

Dad couldn’t hold back any longer and he dumped his full load into my tiny vaginal canal. Needless to say, Dad had a rather large load for me and, to paraphrase a well-known expression “my cup” was more than half full. In reality it overflowed… way overflowed. I had cum on my stomach and chest, all over my crotch and it was running down the crack of my ass. At long last, my pussy was full of something other than  fingers or a plastic toy. Dad had left me warm, happy, and sopping with his cum. I knew, I absolutely knew, this was something I wanted to do as often and with as many cocks as was possible.

Mom slid down between my legs, pulled opened my pussy lips, and used her tongue to lap up Dad’s cum that was now leaking from my just christened pussy. She spread the cum that was on my stomach and chest by hand rubbing it into my skin while her tongue moved down from my pussy to my inner thighs and then moved up to catch the remaining cum between the cheeks of my ass. She was good, and she enjoyed what she was doing. Her eyes were sparkling and the smile on her face said everything.

I loved every second of what had just taken place and I played it over and over in my mind for a long, long time. It would be years before the events of that night passed from my memory.

After a year of teasing it had finally happened. Dad had actually shoved his cock into my pussy and dumped his load, Mom licked up the overflow of cum and I was in heaven. But, I was soon to find out that getting my vagina to stretch enough so as to make room for all of Dad’s 8½ inches was going to take both time and many, many long sessions of multiple full intercourse. You can’t rush Mother Nature, but I was going to try the best I could. You know the old adage “if it doesn’t fit – force it.” In the first few weeks following that initial fuck by Dad, I was a strong proponent of that, and that attitude would lead me into a very touchy medical problem.

In the weeks that followed you would have thought that there was no such thing as a taboo against father/daughter sex or incest of any sort. Dad and I repeated our little session over and over again. We did it on the sofa, on the floor, in my parent’s bed, in my bed; in the shower… it was awesome. I was sore and walking like a duck but I was happy and content. The magic lamp had been rubbed and the genie was out of the bottle.

In addition to the daily sex Dad and I were having, I was perpetually shoving things into my pussy. I used a combination of vibrators, dildos and my own fingers trying anything to stretch out my vagina so Dad’s cock could fit all the way home. I wanted pubic bone-to-pubic bone contact, and the only way that was going to happen was with a vagina that had enough room or was elastic enough to accommodate all of him. (My, if it doesn’t fit – force it philosophy)

Mother Nature does not respond to the desire of a young girl who wasn’t physically mature enough to have something like that happen. Needless to say I hurt myself. I started to get a real funky discharge and Mom freaked out. They couldn’t run me to the doctor without risking exposure to what we had been doing. Big problem.
 
I told Mom that I would stop messing around with my pussy, but this wasn’t good enough. She was worried and I got one of those “If I catch you doing this again (pointing to the dildos and vibrators) . . . do you realize” lectures. Well, I got the hint but that didn’t solve the problem of my now really messy and sore pussy.

Mom knew of a nurse that provides help to the “fluff” girls who worked the porn film sets. The job of the “fluff” girl was to keep the men semi-hard until it was time for them to jump into whatever scene they were needed. So Mom got on the phone to this person and asked a few feminine hygiene and gynecological questions about “hypothetical” pre-adolescent sex. She saw right through Mom’s questions and said to bring me over to her apartment.
 
Long story short, I had “significant” scarring of the birth canal (my vagina) along with the muscle tissue at the opening of the cervix (the OS). The discharge was internal to my uterus. I had done a bang-up job of doing damage to myself. “Congratulations, Virginia, the chance of you having any children later on in life is practically nil.”
 
Mom was handed some Penicillin, vaginal suppositories, and given a lecture about my age. Further, Mom was told to keep me under lock and key for a good two months. Not a word was spoken on the way home. Mom just held me, and Dad just drove.
 
This was entirely my fault it wasn’t the fucking that did this; it was me, I did it to myself trying to make my body do something it wasn’t mature enough to do. Life lesson learned: pre-pubescent girls are not biologically ready to accommodate an adult cock. My “if it doesn’t fit, force it” attitude had gotten us all into trouble, so much for my grand plan.

(To Be Continued)

Ginny:

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

(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)
