My Name Is – Part 3

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 to these memoirs I would urge the reader to spend some time going through the postings of “My Name Is” and “My Name Is – Part 2” prior to reading this segment.

Part 3

(Before you start reading this segment, I need, once again, to repeat this declaration: what follows is a reconstruction of events as I remember them from a now adult perspective looking back upon my life from childhood to the present day. Some of the blanks, and there are 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 going through a family photo album or two. 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.)
(Continued from Part 2)

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 of stretching my pussy so all of Dad’s 8½ inches would fit inside me without a problem. Dad was driving Mom and me home from our visit to the home of a nurse Mom knew.
She had given us a handful of vaginal suppositories, a package of penicillin and some other meds along with a strong lecture about “little” girls masturbating with pill bottles, wire whisks, and rubber type dildos that were anatomically correct, but much too large for my pussy. As a result of all this, I had badly hurt myself by scarring and tearing the soft lining of my vagina and this rough play on my part had also caused a funky discharge to seep through the cervical opening of my uterus.
 
I was in pain and I was in big trouble. The nurse had also mentioned something else which I paid no attention to at the time. The overly aggressive manner in which I went about trying to stretch open my pussy could have serious consequences when and if I wanted children later on in life. It was a very quite ride home.

The first thing Mom did when we got home was to draw a warm bath for me. She also took all the medications and put them up in her bedroom. Come hell or high water she was going to make sure I took everything on time and didn’t skip one single dose. I went into the bathroom and started to get out of my clothes, that warm bath was looking real good to me. I had everything off except for my underpants when Mom came into the bathroom. She helped me balance as my underpants came off and went to the floor.

We both saw it at the same time. I had started to bleed, the discharge had turned pink and no way could it be from my first period. Seven-year-old girls do not menstruate. Now I was frightened. I slipped into the bath, no fooling around, no splashing, no sliding down and holding my nose so I could put my head underwater. I let the warmth of the bath surround me, Mom lit some candles turned down the bathroom lights and closed the door, not all the way but enough for some privacy. I stayed in the bath until the water started to cool.
We made a few trips back to see the nurse in the ensuing weeks to make sure I was healing properly and an infection had not set in. It went well and within two months I was given the green light for intercourse, should I want to continue. Needless to say I was very hesitant to return to the two (+) a day sessions that lead up to me hurting myself, the excitement just wasn’t there. I still enjoyed watching porn and I returned to sleeping with Mom and Dad a few nights a week but the only thing I was comfortable doing was sucking Dad’s cock and having either Mom or Dad lick my pussy. If I had my way about things, nothing other than my parent’s tongues were going into my pussy for a long, long time.

Mom and Dad were absolutely great about all this, there was no forcing of anything, and they didn’t try to coerce me into saying OK when Dad would put the head of his cock up against my pussy. I was just too frightened that it would hurt and I would start having that funky smelly discharge again. But one afternoon when Dad and I were messing around on the sofa, he asked me if I had ever shoved anything in my bum? That question just kind of brought me up short and the more I thought about it the more it opened up all kinds of possibilities. This was something that I had looked at in a number of the kiddy porn magazines that Mom and Dad had (past tense people – past tense) stashed around the house, and to be honest, I was instantly fascinated by the idea of having a cock up my ass.

Dad and I made it into my bedroom where we both stripped except for me still having my socks on. To this day, Dad has this fetish about me always having socks on when we screw; it has to be a male thing. I got crossways on my bed with my bum up in the air and my head down and turned to one side resting on the bedcovers and my weight supported by my forearms (doesn’t that sound yummy?) Dad opened the top drawer in my nightstand and took out a bottle of lube, spread my cheeks open, and loaded me up. He covered his cock with the lube and pressed the head of his cock against my bum hole. He told me to relax just kind of go limp and try not to react to the pressure against my bum.

It took about 15 minutes and quite a few attempts to understand what he meant but finally Dad had the head of his cock inside my ass. OMG this was awesome. I could feel every move he made; I could feel every single part of his cock as it slowly moved in and out past the opening to my ass. What had I been missing? I immediately wanted him to cum in me. I couldn’t feel anything but slight pressure once his cock passed through my anus and into the rectal cavity but it was the feeling of his cock passing through the anus that was sending me into sexual bliss. Wow, this was awesome. I was hooked; anal sex became then and remains to this day one of my favorite sexual activities.

My little rosebud had a lot of use over the next few days and slowly but surely I lost my fear of having vaginal sex again. I would say that within a week or two I was taking it in both holes with equal pleasure. As my Dad was fond of saying to Mom, “little Ginny is back in the saddle.”
 
We, my Dad and me, had this rhythm we developed. One little push into my pussy, followed by two strokes into my ass. Then it would be two strokes into my pussy and one in my ass. Out of one and into the other. Dad liked it one and one I liked it two in my ass and one in my pussy.

But it didn’t matter it was all good sex and Mom was right there licking up the cum drippings. It didn’t matter to her which hole it came out of. I was the same way when Dad did her, no matter which hole it was dripping out of, if I was home, I licked it up. But I liked licking her pussy more than her ass. There was much more to do licking her pussy -  playing with her clit, pulling her lips apart so I could get my tongue into her pussy. I dearly love the taste of Dad’s cum mixed with Mom’s pussy juice, and they gave me plenty of opportunities to refine my technique and develop my love of that exquisite mixture of sexual pleasure.

One thing I have since learned, it is not a good idea for a cock that has been in your ass to be shoved in your pussy without first making sure it is clean. If you’re going to have anal and vaginal sex by the same guy at the same time do yourself a favor, vaginal sex comes first then have your anal sex. Don’t mix up the two; it can lead to some serious vaginal infections. It didn’t happen to me when Dad and I first started, but I was advised by the nurse not to do it, so a word to the wise, OK?

Over the next few months Dad was always very careful not to go too deep when he climaxed in me. He slowly started to penetrate deeper little by little. I could feel the head of his cock slide past the opening to my pussy but once it went into my vagina all I could feel was a little pressure when Dad “bottomed out.” He was stretching my vagina little by little. I could always tell when he came but I got the most pleasure from the head of his cock as it parted my pussy lips or when he slid his cock along the length of my pussy slit and bumped my clit.

Thinking back I would say that by the end of the summer I was able to take a little over ½ of his cock in my pussy and maybe slightly more in my ass. It would be an additional full year before I had matured enough, and physically developed enough internally, to fit all of him inside me. It was an exciting period of my life and I took full advantage of it. Or, it could be said that Dad took full advantage of my sexual appetite.

He started asking me to “pose” for a very select few of Moms and his “special” friends. Not all at the same time, but every now and then one would stop by the house and either Mom or Dad would ask me to pose and play with my bald pussy. I was a big show off any way so I loved it. It got me excited and it got them excited. Sooner or later we all ended up on the floor or on a bed. I had moved beyond the restriction and protection of just parental sex and into the excitement of performing for, and pleasuring multiple adults. This was awesome!
Mom and Dad and the “guest” would be sitting at the kitchen table talking and having something to drink and I would come out of my bedroom with my bathrobe on and a pair of stockings that came up past my knees to mid thigh. Some were red, some were black, but mostly I like to wear the white ones. I would push a small vibrator way into my pussy so you couldn’t see it, put my bathrobe on and then step out into the kitchen. Next I would open up my bathrobe so my pussy and flat as a board chest would be right there in front of everyone.
I had this thing I liked to do. I would get up on Dad’s lap, and then up onto the table. Then, take off my bathrobe, squat down, reach under my crotch, pull the vibrator out of my pussy and start sucking on it. They really liked that. Dad would be there with the Polaroid taking picture after picture then putting the film on the table and everyone would watch as they developed. The ones they liked to see most was of me reaching under my crotch and pulling the vibrator out of my pussy and then sucking on it as I danced around on the top of the kitchen table.

There is no doubt about it, I enjoyed showing off and I liked the fact I could get grownups sexually excited. The one move that the “guest” liked the most was when I pushed the vibrator back unto my pussy then stretched over backwards so I was supporting myself by my feet, with my back arched, and my hands in back of me on top of the table. This placed my vibrator-filled pussy with the end of the vibrator in plain sight sticking out from between my pussy lips and all of this was right in the “guest’s” face.

Then I told him/her to pull the vibrator out of my pussy with their mouth. It wouldn’t be long after that move that we were all on the floor or on a bed. I was learning very quickly that when sex was involved I could be the center of attention. More importantly, I found out that both men and women enjoyed a young girl with a very fuckable bald, hairless pussy and, at that time, a flat chest with no hint of any boobs.

It was at one of these “guest” performances that I had what was, in later years, to become the sexual position I grew to enjoy the most. Mom and Dad had invited a “special” male friend over for me to perform for. All I can remember was that he was not as old as Mom or Dad. Looking back, and with the freedom of hindsight, I would now guess he was in his early twenties maybe 25 at the most. Anyway, after the nude dancing on the table and the playing with the vibrator, we were on the bed. I was on top of my Dad with my hands on his chest, and my pussy positioned over the head of his cock. The guest was in back of me.

I got over Dad and he put the head of his cock against my pussy and this young dude got between Dad’s legs, pulled my ass cheeks open and put his cock against my bum hole. I was about to enjoy my very first ever-double penetration. Mom saw what was going down and got the lube out, soaked my ass and the “guest’s” cock, then put a glob on Dad’s cock and gave her approval. She got the Polaroid and sat back to watch, and document the event. I have to say she verbalized rather excitedly, calling me her “baby slut,” her “baby cum sucking slut.” I do remember that, oh yes I do. To this day I remember her calling me that.

Dad pushed the head of his cock just into my pussy. I did what I could to relax and the “guest” drove the head of his cock into my ass hole. There wasn’t room inside me to go any deeper than that but I had two cock heads in me and I loved it. Double penetration was incredible. To feel two cocks filling both holes was the ultimate for me. It was then and is now what can get me off the quickest and last the longest. I made up my mind that I would do anything to experience that feeling again, as many times as I could, as soon as was possible. Mom was right; her daughter was a slut and I loved every bit of it. Mom and Dad now had what they had wanted all along, … a slut daughter, a sex toy for family and friends to use and enjoy. But I can honestly say this; I was the one who wanted it and enjoyed it the most. I made the decision then, with the two cock heads still in me, sex was what I wanted. Sex was going to be my business.

(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)

