Unknown - The camping trip

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.