Ginny's Dream
It was absolutely astounding how a little thing like a 1week trip to baseball camp for a little boy, could cause such a mixup. It was all caused by bad timing, and mixed signals. It all started the day Mike left. Little Ginny was almost in tears. The little girl had gotten used to her big brother sleeping with her, and the boy had been keeping her sexually satisfied with his tongue and fingers (with some help from Billy). Ginny hadn't missed the sex, until she got that first taste. Now the little girl was after her big brothers to lick her off, three or four times a day. She had gotten Mike to sleep with her most nights (when he wasn't sleeping with her older sister, Cindy). Ginny didn't begrudge her brother the sex he got from her older sister, knowing how much better if must feel to the boy, but she couldn't wait until she was old enough to get on the pill, so she could have him, or her big brother fuck her for real. The two siblings would suck each other off two or three times a night. Little Mike was getting to be quite an expert at licking the little girl's pussy, and getting her to cum. Ginny was no slouch at a blow-job either. The two children would usually go to sleep, head-to-tail, so that hey could suck each other off, any time they felt like it. Once, little Ginny had managed to suck her brother off 4 times in a night without waking the little boy up. Mike had never been able to return the favor though. Just one lick of her horny little snatch was enough to wake Ginny from the soundest sleep, and have her begging for Mike to finish the job.
Occasionally, the two youngsters would try to fuck. Mike had gotten ahold of some condoms, but his prick was much too big for the little girl, and besides, it didn't feel nearly as good. Mike said he'd rather fuck his fist, than use a rubber. Still, oral sex was pretty good, and the two children did amazingly well.
Now Ginny found herself suddenly without a sex-partner, after getting used to having it on a regular basis. The little girl didn't even have Billy to fall back on. Billy and Cindy were spending the week at Marylin' place, meeting the girl's relatives, and making preparations for their wedding in two months. Billy had promised that he would come over, and "helpout" his little sister, at least once a day, but that seemed like an awful long time, to the little girl, between sexual-bouts. Especially when she had been used to getting it three to five times a day. Cindy had noticed her little sister moping, and had volunteered to either help herself, or maybe have Mr. Stockdale help out. Ginny was thrilled with the idea of making love to Mr. Stockdale, but decided that she wanted her first time with the handsome schoolteacher to be "the real thing", not a hurried tongue-job. She did take up Cindy on her other offer, and found out that sex with another girl could be nice. Not as nice as with a man, but nice. Still, Cindy was spending most of her time with the older man, as the two of them tried to get John moved into the garage/apartment before the upcoming school year.
The first day, was only mildly frustrating to the little girl. Billy came over shortly after noon, and left the little girl weak and limp from climaxes in just half an hour. Cindy came into the little girl's bedroom after supper, and helped her little sister get off, before going to join John in the garage where they were going to try out the new bed that had just been installed.
The next day was sheer sexual torture for the little girl.
Cindy wasn't able to do much more that help finger her little sister off, in the morning before she and John Stockdale took off for a day of furniture-shopping. Billy called, in the afternoon, and said he wouldn't be able to come over until much later, because he and Marylin were going to go and visit one of her relatives. The day seemed to just drag to the horny little girl.
It seemed that everyone was getting sex but her. She woke up in the morning, and heard her parents "tearing off a piece", as usual. At breakfast, a little later, the casual undress, of the family, that she had hardly noticed before, seemed almost de signed to call attention to the sex she wasn't getting. To see
Cindy, in the dishabille of her bra and panties, snuggling up to her handsome lover, with a wet-spot that stained the older girl's panties, proclaiming that they, at least, were not depriving each other, seemed almost like an affront to the child. Ginny loved her older sister, but she wished that, just this once, until Mike got back from vacation, the older girl would dress "decent".
Ginny knew she wasn't being fair, but it seemed that life wasn't being "fair" to her either. After a bad start, things went downhill.
First, Billy called, to tell the little girl he'd be late.
He assured Ginny that he'd be over if he could. Already it was starting to sound bad. Then, after a quick "hand-job" from her big sister that barely took the edge off, Cindy and John took off shopping. After her father left for work, and her mother went grocery-shopping, Ginny found herself alone in the big house for the first time in almost a year. Ginny tried to watch tele vision, but turned it off when it seemed that there was nothing on but daytime soaps with steamily-suggestive love scenes, and the commercials always showed big handsome men chasing drop-dead gorgeous girls down some beach, where they ended up in a clinch.
Ginny was almost going nuts.
The little girl wandered around the house for a while. She actually stopped, and cleaned up her room, she was that desper ate. About noon-time, Arlene called and asked if Ginny could fix herself a TV dinner for lunch, as she had met an old friend at the store, and the woman had invited her out to lunch at a res taurant.
After the thrill of being in charge of the house started to drag, Ginny found herself nosing around. She poked into her big brother's room, and found his stack of Playboy magazines. For a few minutes, she leafed through them, until the sexy girls, and handsome guys started to get her even more worked up. Ginny started to return the stack to where she got it, when a slimmer magazine slipped out. Ginny picked it up, and was about to slip it back in the pile, when she noticed that the girl on the cover of this magazine wore nothing but a grin, and a face-full of white stringy cum. Her big brother had left a porno magazine stuffed in with the Playboys.
Unable to help herself, the little girl leafed through the skin-magazine. When she came to the picture of a girl who must not have been much older than Cindy, laying on her back, as a big handsome man knelt between her legs, squirting thick slippery ropes of cum into the hole that the girl was holding open with her fingers, Ginny couldn't take it any more. She leaned against the wall, and brought herself off with her fingers. This was not very satisfying, but it brought some relief. Hurriedly, Ginny stuffed her big brother's magazines back where she got them, and left the room, before she got any more frustrated.
Continuing her "poking-around", Ginny found herself in her parent's bedroom. Ginny hadn't been alone in her parent's bedroom for years. Thinking about it, she realized that she must have been only 5, the last time she had been in here alone. That was the last time she had slept with her parents. Ginny vaguely remembered that she used to sleep in her parents bedroom, until she reached the age of 5, and then for some reason, she had stopped, and from then on, she had her own room. "I wonder what brought that thought up?" Ginny asked herself, as she continued her explorations.
Ginny's attention was caught by the rack of books behind the headboard of the bed. If you knew Ginny, this would be no surprise. At the ripe old age of 9, Ginny was already showing signs of becoming a bookworm. Ginny started looking at the books her father kept handy. No porno stuff here, she thought. Her father didn't buy books to look at, when he bought a book, it was to read. Ginny started looking through the titles:
Green Odyssey…something science-fictiony
Stranger in a strange land….more science-fiction.
Asimov's Guide to the Bible?…Funny, religion?
Alice through the looking-glass…Ginny had already read it.
Autobiography of a flea….Ugh! Ginny hated insects.
Lolita, the story of a young girl.This looks interesting.
Ginny settled down on the bed to peruse the last book in the string. She liked stories of girls her age, but wondered why her father would read one. Lolita. Funny name for a girl. Ginny thought she remembered hearing the name of that book before, but the reference wouldn't come. Ginny popped a jelly-bean in her mouth from the candy-jar beside the bed, and settled in to read. 15 minutes later, her breath was coming fast, and she had to put the book down. This was a story about a young girl all right. A young girl who seduced her own father! Ginny pushed the book back in the shelf, and grabbed the one next to it.
"Autobiography of a flea. Sounds kind of dry, but I need something to take my mind off sex for a while." She thought to herself. "This ought to turn me off." She opened the book, and started to read. At first, it was kind of sick. Some kind of story about a flea, references to "bloodsuckers", and a young girl named Belle. After a while, it read more like a romance, than a story about fleas. It wasn't until she reached the point where the priest seduces the 14-year-old girl, that Ginny real ized that this book was even hotter than the previous one. She hadn't realized that her daddy was a pervert, when it came to reading material. Still, these did make good reading. The trouble was, Ginny was already so hot she was about to explode, the last thing she needed, was a book to get her more aroused.
Ginny wondered if her father was really interested in young girls. The books he read, seemed to suggest it. Maybe he'd be interested in her, if she acted sexy around him. It had been fun, what they did the other day, but her father had made no further advances to the little girl, so she figured he wasn't interested. Maybe she was wrong. Ginny determined to find out.
Putting the books back, Ginny kept on looking. Wow! A string of videos, some of them obviously X-rated:
Debbie does Dallas…The whole town?
Deep throat…No way!
Taboo II…Taboo? Sounds like a witch-doctor.
Curious, Ginny turned on the bedside TV, and slipped the cartridge into the VCR slot. Somebody had been watching the film, and hadn't rewound it. Ginny was about to push the rewind button when the screen snapped into full color and sound, as the
VCR slipped automatically into "PLAY".
"I never saw anybody fuck their sister before." Ginny's hand snapped away from the rewind button as though it had been slapped. The little girl watched, as the madly fucking couple, on the screen worked towards their climax, encouraged by a young er girl who was obviously enjoying the show. "Oh! He is good, like you said he was" Said the cute blonde playing the "little sister", on the screen. Shortly, Ginny watched the older boy, as he tensed up, and began squirting sperm inside his "little sister". The boy pulled his cock out of the girl. His "sister" reached down, grabbed her "brother's" huge cock in her little hand, and milked several drops of creamy sperm onto her belly.
Then the girl hurriedly pushed her "big brother's" still squirt ing cock back inside her vagina, where it belonged, and resumed fucking. Ginny turned the video off. This was the last straw.
She was so horny, she could cry. In fact, she started to. Ginny blindly stuffed the cartridge back on the shelf, and ran to her own room, where she started bawling. "It just isn't Fair!" She said to herself. "Everybody else is getting it. Why can't I?"
Snuffling, the little girl cried herself to sleep. By the time she woke up, her mother had returned, and the house was filling with wonderful aromas, as the little woman prepared dinner.
Ginny resolved to ask her mother for help, After all, look what Arlene had done for Cindy. With this resolution, Ginny started to feel better, and headed for dinner.
As stated before, Arlene had a lot of empathy. However, you didn't need to be an empath, to see that there was something wrong with Ginny, as she dragged herself to the dinner table. The little girl's nose was red and swollen, her eyes were bloodshot, and there were wrinkles in her pretty little face that had obviously been put there when the little girl had fallen asleep with her face pressed into her teddy-bear. Ginny had outgrown the bear several years ago, but still turned to it when there was no one else.
The smells of Arlene's cooking was usually enough to revive a faint heart, but the little woman could tell that this was no small matter. "What's the matter Ginny?" She inquired, her heart going out to the little girl.
George paused, the cup of coffee halfway to his mouth. The distress of his smallest child almost broke his heart. The little girl always seemed so sad, but this was heartrending. He swore to himself, that if there was anything that he could do to help his little girl, it would get done. He wished he knew what to do to make the little girl happy, Lord knows he tried. He sometimes had nightmares, thinking that it was his fault, and that he was responsible for the child's distress. Ginny had been such a bright and cheerful child, during her first few years. Then, she had started losing the bright smile and sunny disposition. She had never caused any trouble. In fact, she was almost too well-behaved. It was almost as though she were working for some reward that never seemed to materialize. About 3 years ago, the little girl had started appearing in her parent's bedroom doorway, with a wistful, almost hopeful look in her face every night. When asked what she wanted, she would always reply: "Nothing Daddy. Love you." and retreat to her bedroom. This had gone on for a few months, until the child seemed to outgrow it. George and Arlene had discussed the matter, but if the little girl insisted that nothing was wrong, there wasn't much they could do. Still, the two adults worried, and watched their little offspring.
The previous month, during what the whole family still referred to as "the orgy", they had seen the first seemingly genuine smile on the little girls face in years. Afterwards, Ginny had seemed to open up, and the wistful look had been receding, until tonight. George and Arlene had been looking forward to a quiet evening, with most of their children out of the house (Cindy had snuck over to John's apartment, for 1 last fling, before her "dry spell"). They planned to go over and help the Summers in some preliminary wedding preparations later, but had certainly not expected anything like this!
Ginny began sobbing, as she collapsed in her mother's arms.
"I can't stand it." She wailed. "It's too much, getting it, then losing it."
"Getting and losing what, Honey?" Arlene made a stab in the dark. "You mean sex?" She inquired.
"That too." Sniffled Ginny. "It's just that I got to sleep with Mike, and it felt so good to snuggle up with someone again, someone who loved you, and was happy to make love to you. Now he's gone, Billy's gone, Cindy's gone, and I'm all alone!" The little girl burst out sobbing uncontrollably into her mother's hair. "Not getting any sex, doesn't help either." She continued after a minute.
George looked at his wife, Arlene looked back. They both nodded. George coughed, and said. "We're here Honey. If it'd make you feel better, you can sleep with us 'till Mike gets back."
"We'll also help you out with your other problem." Assured
Arlene. "Your father and I will help you get off. George can use a rubber, so you don't get pregnant. It's not as if you were a virgin."
Ginny was so excited, she didn't bother to correct her mother's assumption. "You mean I can sleep with you, again?"
She asked, eagerly. "The whole night?" Ginny waited breathless ly for the answer.
"Sure, why not?" Said George, as he and Arlene both missed the significance of the little word "again", that meant so much to their little girl.
"And Daddy'd have sex with me and everything?"
"Well, not everything, we don't want you getting pregnant."
Laughed Arlene. "But, pretty much everything else. You'll have to wait until after we get back from the Summers' though. We promised to help out over there, this evening."
"Oh thank you, Momma! But I don't mind. Daddy can get me pregnant if he want's to." The little girl kissed her astonished mother, and gave her such a bright sunny smile that it was hard to believe this was the same girl. Arlene was so surprised by her little girl's words, that for once in her 40-odd years, she was speechless.
"Thank you too Daddy." Ginny dashed over to her father, plumped herself in his lap, and gave him such a loving look that his heart jumped in his chest. "Kiss me Daddy." The little girl begged. "Please?"
George looked over at his wife, who was looking back at him with some amusement. He kissed his little girl. It started out as a peck, then a smooch, then a genuine kiss. George stopped for breath. "Whooo, Honey. You're getting your poor old father all excited." He warned.
"More Daddy, Please? Do it like you loved me. Like you do Momma. I love you so much, Daddy." The little girl implored, as she turned her angelic little face up for more.
George looked at his wife, gave a shrugging motion. Arlene smiled back at him and nodded. "OK Hon." George told his overeager offspring. "But this'll have to do until after we get back. OK?" At the little girl's eager nod, he bent his lips down to his daughter's.
It was like a shock went through both of them. Ginny opened her mouth, and got a mouthful of her father's tongue! Eagerly she kissed back. Her father was an even better kisser than Billy! Ginny explored her father's mouth with her tongue, while she felt the man's hands running up and down her almost naked little body, finally centering on her sensitive little breasts.
The excitement, after a whole day of frustrations was too much for Ginny, the little girl began to climax, rubbing her overheated little snatch on her father's leg, as she desperately continued the kiss. Taking pity on his little girl, George slipped a finger up inside the child's climaxing little hole, and helped her work off her orgasm. The little girl was climaxing so hard, and squeezing his finger so hard, that it was almost as though she were still a virgin, he thought.
Finally, Ginny came back to reality. "Thank you Daddy." She breathed. "You don't know how much I needed that." She gave her father a smile that almost blew him away. He hadn't seen a smile like that on Ginny's face since… George couldn't remember.
"Oh, I've got some idea." Chucked George, looking down at his lovely young daughter's creaming little slit, that had just been squeezing the heck out of his probing finger. "Now, let's eat dinner. That'll have to hold you until your mother and I get back tonight. Think you can wait 'til then?"
Ginny nodded. After all, She'd been waiting for years, a few more hours would be easy.
Ginny was wrong. After cleaning up the dinner dishes that her parents had left to her care, the time seemed to drag forever. If she hadn't known better, she would have sworn the clock stopped running every time she wasn't looking at it. And when she did look at it, the seconds seemed to take minutes, the minutes seemed like hours. "Christ!" The little girl swore to herself. Had only an hour passed since they left. It seemed like weeks! She tried to watch television, but the shows were all so boring, compared with what was coming. The little girl jittered around the house, until she decided she'd better settle down. Being nervous wasn't making the time go faster. Maybe if she read a book.
Ginny looked through her stock of books from the library.
Somehow "The Babysitter's Club" sounded kind of asinine, when you might be making a baby yourself. Ginny decided to borrow one of her father's books. She brightened. That "Flea" book had been hot!
Shortly, Ginny was ensconced in her bedroom, nightie pulled up around her waist, as she fingered herself off while reading the erotic book. When she got to the part where the Father im pregnates his own daughter, thinking it was his neighbor-girl
Belle, Ginny forced herself to a climax. "Whhaauuuh! WhOOOoooo."
The little girl gasped as she relaxed afterwards.
Ginny felt so satisfied, she snuggled down into the thick furry bedspread. She was so relaxed, she found it hard to con tinue reading. The story continued on, about how the flea was so bored at the priest's sermon, that he went to sleep. Ginny followed suit.
Two hours later, George and Arlene returned, and found little Ginny fast asleep on her bed. The little girl made quite a picture. Just a little over 9 years old, her immature young body looked much too little for sex, but lying there, with her little fingers still stuck inside her pouting little slit, she made an erotic picture that would have had the dirty old men of the world squirting sperm all over, from just a look. Even on her own mother and father, the effect was terrific.
"Whooo. Would you look at that?" Said Arlene.
George was already looking, and it was obvious to Arlene, that he was getting aroused. "Look at what she's reading." He gasped, pointing to the book dangling from their little girl's fingers.
Arlene snickered. "I thought you were going to put that book away, where the kids couldn't find it."
"I was, but then, it seemed that the kids were all having sex anyway, so it didn't seem to matter anymore." Replied
George.
"I suppose you're right." Sighed Arlene.
The two parents decided not to wake the little girl. Arlene took the book from the child's limp fingers, and placed it care fully on the nightstand. After all, it wasn't as if the little girl didn't know what sex was all about. Carefully, George pulled the bedspread over his sleeping little girl, taking one last horny look at the child's finger stuck up in the pouting lips of her immature young vagina. Taking a last deep breath, the two parents let themselves out of the little girl's room.
"I saw you, you dirty old man. Sneaking peeks at your own little girl's snatch." Arlene's grin belied her angry words, as they got undressed.
"Yeah, who was it earlier, who told the little girl that
Daddy would take care of her sexually tonight?" Responded
George.
"Me. What's the matter big boy? Don't you think you're up to fucking your own little girl?" Arlene loved teasing her husband, and getting him hot. "Or maybe its me, that you're no longer able to service."
"Think so huh? C'mere wench!" George grabbed his wife, and began kissing her. "Did you hear what Ginny said, when you told her that I's help her out tonight?" He inquired after a short tussle.
"You mean when she said she didn't mind if you got her pregnant?" Asked Arlene. "I bet that gave you a hard-on."
"Almost made me cum in my pants, you mean." Replied George. "If we hadn't promised to help out, over at the Summers' I'd probably have fucked the kid right there on the floor, and without any rubber either."
"George! You wouldn't!" Exclaimed Arlene, pretending to be shocked.
George wasn't fooled. "Excites you, doesn't it Hon?" He asked. "Thinking of watching me impregnate that little girl. Here, why don't you pretend that you're Ginny, and Daddy's going to fuck you and try to get you pregnant?"
Arlene dropped right into the role. "Oh Daddy," She squeaked, in a high, little-girl voice. "Are you going to put that big thing in me tonight?"
Even the thought was too much for George. Hurriedly he climbed aboard the little woman, and started fucking her for all he was worth. "Oh Ginny!" He exclaimed. "Daddy's cumming in his little girl."
"Oh Daddy!, Fuck me. Knock me up Daddy!" Arlene climaxed herself, as she felt a stream of her husband's sperm enter her belly, imagining it was her father, trying to get her pregnant. It was always a pleasure and a surprise to the woman, when she felt how much sperm the man always had to squirt in her belly. Now, imagining that her father was trying to impregnate her, the stream of slippery cum pouring into her womb made the hot woman climax like never before. It was several minutes before she came down from her peak.
"Whooo, That was good." She finally said.
"Mmm Hmmm." Replied George. Even imagining getting his little girl pregnant was too much. "Do you suppose she meant it?" He asked his wife.
"Even if she did, you'd better not." Replied Arlene.
"I suppose you're right. Still, it was quite a turn-on."
Arlene had to agree, but was so relaxed after her mighty orgasm that shortly, she fell asleep.
George remained awake for a few more minutes. There was something about fucking little Ginny that was faintly disturbing, even though the little girl was already being fucked by her two older brothers, and obviously was willing. Tired, George couldn't quite put his finger on what was bothering him… something about sleeping with the little girl… eorge was asleep.
Ginny was having the old dream again. She was sleeping, next to her father, when she felt his cock growing between her legs. This part of the dream was always the same. The little girl reached down, and grabbed her father's growing penis, and slid it up against her little hole. Gooey liquid began seeping from the little slit on the end, and Ginny started smearing it all over the man's prick, making the whole thing wet and slip pery. She then tightened her legs up around her father's big cock, and began riding it like a horse. Back and forth, back and forth the big cock went between her legs. By this time, Ginny was starting to get wet herself. She began pushing her father's penis up against her tiny little hole, and using her hands to jack him off.
It was at this point, that the two endings to the dream varied. Tonight, Ginny was lucky. It was the happy ending.
As Ginny jacked her father off (in her dream) she felt his big penis suddenly grow even bigger. Hurriedly, the little girl pushed her father's suddenly spewing cock up against her little hole, and felt suddenly wet and slippery inside, as her father sent gush after gush of warm greasy sperm up inside his own little girl's receptive young belly. Ginny was proud of herself, taking her father's sperm inside her. She knew her father squirted this white stuff up inside her mother, to make a baby.
She was so happy that he'd want to do it to her also. At this point, in her dream, Ginny would usually fall asleep, with her father's potent sperm trapped inside her tight little hole.
Suddenly Ginny woke up. She remembered the dream. Only
Ginny knew it hadn't been a dream. It had actually happened.
Many times. The little girl had been only 5 years old, when she found out that her father was subject to almost nightly wet dreams, and she had started taking advantage of the fact. For almost a month the little girl had jacked her father off into her tiny little belly, in the middle of the night.
Ginny also remembered the nightmare. One night, her father had started to squirt his sperm inside her, when something about his dream made him think he was fucking his wife when they were younger. Ginny could tell, by the mumbles her father made about
"Arlene, Honey, take it inside you. Please?" Suddenly, Ginny felt her father's penis pushing up against her little hole with a force never felt before. Each copious squirt of her father's sperm inside the child lubricated the man's penis more, until it actually started to stretch her tiny little hole, and go inside.
"Ow! Daddy, Go easy. I'm not Mommy, you know." The loving words of the little girl woke up her father. He was still in the throes of a mighty climax, and he looked down, and saw himself pumping the last of his incestuous sperm right up inside the welcoming belly of his tiny little 5-year-old girl. George had been horrified.
Ginny had never seen her father so mad. She didn't know that his anger was all directed at himself, not at her. All the little girl knew, was that her father was obviously extremely angry about something. The next thing she knew, the little girl was in her own room, where she had never really slept before in her life. From then on, her father's bed was forbidden to her. inny later figured that her father was mad at her for crying out. After all, she had been jacking him off for a month, and he had never complained, so she figured that what was different, was that she had complained, when he tried to put his cock up inside her. Ginny wished she could go back, and let him do it to her again. She swore to herself she'd never complain, no matter how much it hurt. She knew she'd give anything to feel that her father loved her again. Ginny had always adored her father, and would have done anything for him. Now, to know that her father was mad at her, since he wouldn't let her sleep with him anymore was devastating to the little girl. For weeks afterwards, she had begged him to let her sleep with him, but he was adamant. There was nothing the little girl could say to get him to change his mind. Ginny decided that she had to earn her father's love again, so the little girl set out to try and make it up to him any way she could. She figured that if she was good enough, maybe someday, her father would let her sleep with him again.
For one whole year, Ginny had worked at being the best little girl a father could have. Each night, she had paused at her parent's bedroom door, in the hope that they would invite her back inside again. Each night, the hope had been in vain. After the first week, George had figured that the little girl knew why he didn't let her sleep with him, he was so scared of hurting his little girl. As it was, he began to worry that he might have scarred the little girl mentally, by fucking her. Every once in a while, he would wonder if her moodiness was because she was worried he might try it again. Therefore, George did his best to distance himself from the little girl, scared about what he might do to her, if he found himself alone with the child, not realizing that this made it look to Ginny as though her father didn't love her anymore.
After a while, Ginny stopped trying to make her father love her again. She could tell it was hopeless. Her father obviously still cared for her, somewhat, but he was never close like before. Her little heart kept on aching, and the night that she had "goofed-up" was burned into her memory forever. Most children don't remember things that happen when they are 5, but Ginny knew that she would remember every detail of that night until the day she died. She knew she couldn't go back and undo what happened that night, but she swore that if she ever got a chance, she wouldn't cry out, even if her father killed her in the process.
Now suddenly, Ginny felt like she was in heaven. Her father loved her again. He said so. More important, he had acted like it. He hadn't pushed her away, when she kissed him. In fact, he had kissed her back in a manner that was guaranteed to make little Ginny's heart jump for joy. Not only that, but he had told her that she could sleep with him again, and that he would make love to her, when she was ready.
Ginny was suddenly wide awake. "Oh my GOD!" She thought to herself. "What am I doing here!" Terrified by the thought of possibly sleeping through the one chance that she might have to get her beloved father back, Ginny quietly got up and crept down the hall.
Peeping in the doorway of her parent's room, Ginny paused.
"What if she was too late." The thought was terrifying.
"Daddy." She called out tentatively.
No answer.
"Daddy." The little girls heart was in her mouth, as she called louder.
"Nnnn?" Came the sleepy voice from the bed. "What is it
Ginny?"
"You said I could sleep with you, tonight." Ginny held her breath. She knew that either heaven or hell was waiting for her tonight.
"N,Kay Honey. Slide in."
It was heaven! Ginny crept over to her father's side of the bed, lifted the covers, and slid her (deliberately naked) little body in alongside her father's. It was no surprise to the little girl to feel her father's skin touching her's. She knew both of her parents slept naked all the time. Most of the people in the house went naked at night. There was no nudity taboo in the
Macon household.
George was shocked at the sensuous feel of his little girl's naked skin next to his. His cock immediately rose to attention.
After all, feeling his little girl naked next to him, after the fantasy that he and his wife had played out earlier would have been stimulation enough to give a statue a hard-on, let alone a man as oversexed as George Macon. He started to pull away, so as to not frighten the child.
Ginny was not going to have any of it. After finally get ting to sleep with her father, she didn't want him halfway across the bed. "Please Daddy?" She pleaded. "Snuggle up to me?"
George was stymied. "But Ginny," He started. "I've got…" How does one tell his little 9-year-old daughter, that he had an erection?
"Don't be silly Daddy, I've seen it before. Even had it inside me." Ginny ended with a giggle.
George decided that his little girl's words made sense, and
"snuggled up".
Ginny reached down, placed her father's big cock between her legs, "Where it belonged.", and slid off into the best sleep she had in years.
George took a little longer, but somehow it felt right to be snuggled up to his little girl. Even with his big cock pushing up against the child's open vagina, and his big burly arm wrapped around the little girl's sleeping young body, feeling her immature young breasts brushing again his arm, it still seemed right. George slipped off to sleep also.
Later that night, Ginny started having the old dream again. She was sleeping, next to her father, when she felt his cock growing between her legs. This time, the dream was subtly different. When her father's cock started leaking slippery liquid, instead of jacking him off, Ginny rubbed her father's leaking penis all over her hot little hole, and pushed it up inside! Expecting the nightmare to start, Ginny was surprised. It didn't hurt! The shock was enough to wake the little girl up completely. It wasn't a dream! Little Ginny felt stuffed, but no pain. Her father's cock had vanished a third of the way up inside the little girl and the man was sliding it in and out, as the man copulated with his own little 9-year-old girl in his sleep.