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   Monica Remembers

   Chapter 20

   Bonoboworld copyright 2011



   Monica continues:

   After I fell asleep on the carpet Cheryl asked one of the men to pick me
up and put me in another corner of the room with some other sleeping girls
so I could take a nap.  I slept for almost two hours.  When I awoke, for a
few seconds I didn't know where I was.  Then I saw several nude little
girls sleeping next to me on the thick shag carpet.  There were some men
and girls still making love in the center of the orgy room, although far
fewer than earlier.

   Allison was sitting nude against the wall near me eating a carrot, and
with her buck-teeth and slightly upturned nose she looked kind of like a
big cute brunette bunny rabbit munching away on it.  When she noticed me
asked, "Hey, Monica, did you have a nice nap?"

   "Mm-hmm." I answered, yawning and stretching.

   "You sure had some wild cums fucking and sucking all those people.  Was
it your first time?" she asked.

   "Mmm-hmmm, first time with strangers, and it makes me juicy just
thinking about it!  Did you have some nice cums?" I asked.

   "I always do!  I love sex more than anything--even swimming and
shopping," she grinned mischievously.

   "I like sex with my daddy more than anything besides playing games with
my little brother, my mommy and my friend Vasti," I replied.

   "By the way, you've got sperm all over you, and you're dripping on the
carpet since you sat up.  I could use a good douche, myself.  You should
come upstairs with me to Mr.  Jillabeau's famous cunny wash!" she giggled.
I noticed she had quite a bit of dried and partially congealed sperm on
her. We both had wet streams of it running down our legs from our cunnies
and buttholes.  I felt really gooey inside, and it felt very pleasant and
slutty.

   She helped me to my feet and took my hand as we walked into the hallway.
There were more people in the game rooms playing pool and cards now. 
Fuck-tail waitresses were going in and out of those rooms with food and
drink orders.

   We walked down the hall toward the front of the mansion and soon came to
a wide oval-shaped room with marble floors and wainscoting.  There was a
big fountain in the center that was shooting streams of water twenty feet
in the air.  In the middle of the fountain was a sculpture of what looked
like a giant swan screwing a naked woman.  I wondered about that and
decided there was no way a swan could have a dick as nice and big as my
daddy's or Mr.  Brinkwell's.

   There were two beautiful curved grand staircases with purple carpeting
running up and down the marble stairs, and lots of sculptures of beautiful
nude women and girls on pedestals against the curved wall.  Several rooms
with wide double doors led off in eight directions from this central oval.
The doors were all closed except for one big entertainment room where I saw
Cheryl, dressed once more in her glittering silver ball gown, and several
men and girls of various ages in various states of undress watching a movie
on the largest big screen TV I'd ever seen.

   Alison tugged at my hand and we started climbing one of the staircases.
When we got to the top, we went toward the third door on the right. 
Emanating from that door were the sounds of water running and splashing and
several young girls laughing, talking and giggling.

   We met one of the young mothers at the door--a tall thin fair skinned
brunette twelve year-old who was even more pregnant than me.  She had big
brown eyes and eyebrows that curved up at the outside edges like an elf,
long thick eyelashes, a very sweet smile and her hair was cut short in a
French bob.  Her breasts were medium sized and very firm and when I glanced
down I saw that her brunette muff had been trimmed into the shape of a
small round happy face.  Someone had written "baby" on her lower belly in
blue felt tip marker with an arrow pointing down at the happy face.  She
wore only a short strand of pearls around her neck and a pair of green
plastic sandals.

   She introduced herself as Claire and then, looking at my belly she
asked, "When is your baby due?

   "In early April.  When's your's?"

   "Mine's due in mid February and I can't wait!  I've already got another
little one I'm nursing at home.  You look new here--are you new?"

   "She's a newbie alright.  Her name's Monica," Alison grinned.

   "Pleased to meet you, Monica.  I'm the bath-mistress tonight and I need
to know if you girls brought any clothes with you to have the semen stains
cleaned."

   "Just this garter belt," I replied and shimmied out of it to hand it to
her.  She tossed it into one of the baskets and asked me my name, which she
wrote in mystic marker on a small yellow stick-um that she affixed to the
basket.

   "It'll be clean by the time you get back from the bidet room," she said.


   "I took off all my clothes and left them on the veranda before I got any
sperm on them," explained Alison.

   "That's fine, then.  You girls just go on in and get squeaky clean."

   I grinned at Alison and said, "I don't squeak, do you squeak?"

   "Sometimes, if my mouth's full of hot cock when they do me real good,"
she giggled and winked at me.  Claire playfully swatted her on her tushy
and we went inside.

   This entry room held rows of shelves on both sides containing baskets
with names on them where the girls temporarily stored their clothes and
shoes while they spruced up.  There was a big bucket of clean plastic
sandals at the end of it with a sign above it that read, "Sandals before
showers."

   We donned sandals, opened a big glass door and entered the long steamy
shower room.  There were no shower stalls, only long pipes in the ceiling
with seven nozzles spaced out on each side of the room and drains in the
recessed floors where the girls stood to take their showers.  A pull-out
dial on the wall behind each nozzle turned on the water and adjusted its
temperature.  There were several different kinds of soaps and lotions in
tiny alcoves in the wall within easy reach and wooden dowels suspended from
the ceiling holding clean washcloths, shower brushes and loofahs on soft
rubber hooks.  Seven or eight girls of various ages were under the warm
jets of water soaping or scrubbing themselves and some of them were gently
soaping down other girls with soapy washcloths or using soapy brushes on
their friends' backs, buttocks and the backs of their thighs.

   Alison and I stepped under two nearby nozzles, pulled out the dials on
the wall and turned them to the warm setting, blasting out warm water.  We
stepped under the high-pressure sprays to get our hair wet and she looked
at me with her sensuous chestnut brown bedroom eyes and tentatively asked,
"Monica?"

   "Yes, Alison?"

   "Would it be okay if we washed each other?  I like being washed and
giving washes."

   "Sure," I said, "I'll wash you first!" and let the water run on the bar
of moisturizer soap I held in my hands.  I rubbed my palms and fingers
together to get them all soapy.

   Alison turned around so I could wash her back and I warned, "Close your
eyes because I'm gonna do your hair, face and neck first."

   I gently pulled her out of the direct path of the shower nozzle and
slowly rubbed my sudsy fingers and palms through her wet thick and long
brown hair and gave her a nice soapy scalp massage.

   "Ohhhhh, that feels really good, Monica," She cooed.

   After leaning her a bit forward to rinse off her hair I wet and soaped
up a washcloth and gently washed her ears, inside and out, and her face and
neck all around.  I rinsed her face and neck and then hung up the washcloth
to soap up my hands again to do her beautiful body by hand.

   Voluptuous Alison in her all-over tan stood just under five feet tall on
very shapely calves and thighs with a thick brown bush, full hips and a
narrow waist, a firm little belly and thick pink nipples capping her
milk-filled 34-C boobies.  Even her hands and feet were suntanned.  I
started rubbing soap into the back of her neck and shoulders and she sighed
and leaned back into it.  Pausing only to re-soap my hands now and then, I
massaged her back and sides, the small of her back and her full firm
buttocks and hips.  Then I ran the slippery soapy fingertips of both my
hands up the insides of her butt cheeks and repeatedly thrummed her
asshole, eliciting soft girlish grunts and sighs of pleasure.  "Oh, God,
Monica, do that again, pleeease?" she begged.

   I was happy to.  I used more finger pressure this time, causing her
buttocks to open and compelling her to shift her position and spread her
legs slightly farther apart.  She was grunting and groaning now.  When I
finished I washed my hands real good and tipped her into the shower flow to
rinse her off.  I leaned forward, stuck my tongue tip in her ear and
whispered, "Now I'm going to do your pussy."

   "Oh, yes, do my pussy!" she said in a small breathless voice.

   I got my hands extra sudsy and this time before I touched her I soaped
up my own boobs and belly and pressed them against her back.  Reaching
around to rub soap into her thighs first, I gradually massaged all her
upper legs and hips as I rubbed my warm slippery firm nipples, breasts and
pregnant belly all over her soapy back.  I soaped up again and stooped just
a bit, pressing my tits into the small of her back, to use my palms to
massage her inner thighs from her knees up.  Then, gently at first and
gradually using more pressure, I used my fingertips to soap her lower,
middle and upper vulva.  I used only the finger tip of my index finger to
gently massage all around her soapy little clit.

   She was breathing heavily by now and when I touched her clit like that
she gasped out loud and her knees started to buckle so that I had to catch
her under her arms and hold her against me until she could stand back up. I
noticed that several of the girls showering around us had turned to watch.

   "It's okay, baby, I've got you," I whispered to her.

   "Th-thanks, Monica.  I'm sorry I slipped like that--it just felt really
nice with your boobs pressing on me and all.  No one's ever washed me like
that before," she whispered back.

   I helped her regain her footing and then went on to wash her knees,
calves and the tops and bottoms of her feet one by one.  When I'd finished
I rinsed her all off and asked her in a soft voice, "Alison, I'm a little
dehydrated and your big boobs look so nice and full.  May I please have
some of your milk?"

   "Oh, God yes!  You can suck my tits anytime!" she smiled and turned to
pull my face and lips to her fat nipples, "only save a little for my six
month old, Devon, he's down the hall in the nursery."

   "I'll save some, I promise, and I can't wait to meet your son!" I
replied as kissed her areola and then spiraled my tongue up to the tip
before sucking and swallowing her sweet succulent milk down my thirsty
throat.

   A six year old blonde girl came over and asked Alison if she could have
some, too and Alison pulled her to her other breast to suckle.  We drank
her fresh milk for a couple of minutes while the warm water beat down upon
us and it was very comforting.  The others knew it was a girl thing and
went back to washing themselves and their friends to let us have this
intimate special moment to ourselves.

   Finally Alison spoke up and said, "Alright girls, that's enough.  I've
got to save some for my baby."

   We withdrew our lips and hands from her round tits and the little girl
licked her lips, smiled and said, "That was delicious, Alison.  Thank you
very much!"

   "You're welcome, Didi!" she replied.

   "Yes, thank you, Alison," I said and kissed her full on the lips,
running my hands down her sides and hips and caressing and squeezing her
ass as I turned it into a lingering french kiss with plenty of tongue.

   Finally I stepped back as she panted for breath and said, "Ph-wow! 
Monica, you really kiss good, too!  [pant-pant!] Now it's my turn to do
you!"

   My body ached for her touch.  And boy, did she do me!  Every human on
the planet should be so lucky.  She finished by washing and conditioning my
hair--giving me the best scalp massage I'd ever had, with her generous tits
pressing and sliding against MY back this time.  Finally we both rinsed off
and walked toward a little door with a sign on it that read "Towel Room" to
dry off.  As we left the shower area I noticed Claire walk in and collect
used washcloths, brushes and loofahs and replace them with clean ones. 
This place was like a fancy full service salon, I thought.

   After we toweled off, we threw our wet towels in the towel bin and
Alison took me through another door labeled "Cleaning Stations." There was
a very short hall that led to another door.  When Alison opened it, there,
on a long curved, wine-colored leather recliner sofa sat Mr.  Jillabeau
with a bevy of entirely nude young cuties cuddled up all around him and at
his feet.  Some of them sipped fruit juice while he enjoyed what looked
like a martini, among other things.

   Mr.  Jillabeau was a man of middle years and middle height, with intense
bright blue eyes that seemed to look right through you like a laser beam
from behind antique pince-nez glasses, a well chiseled face.  He also
sported a bowl-shaped gray toupee that no one apparently had ever had the
heart to tell him was truly awful.  It was one or two sizes too small to
fit his scalp and always seemed to be sneaking off to one side or the
other--making his "haircut" appear strangely slanted.  Nor did it match the
color of his actual sideburns, which were nearly solid black, when the
natural progression of hair color changes in men of middle years should be
the reverse.

   Luckily for him he had a very handsome face, a very good-natured,
playful personality and what Cheryl called "the kiss of the Blarney stone."
The little girls all thought of him as their favorite secret grandpa and
they hung on his every word.  In the elite world that staged these secret
parties he was considered the supreme expert at what he did and he had done
it for three decades.  There was no official title for it, but Mr. 
Jillabeau proudly referred to himself as, "The Douchemaster."

   That night when I first met him, he was lounging on one of the recliner
sections of his fancy curved sofa wearing an open indigo velvet bathrobe
with the initials "MJ" monogrammed in silver on it.  He had his arms around
two cute tweeners and was languidly fondling and pulling on their small
tits while one of them, a seven year-old kneeling at his side, slurped her
tongue up his tall erection and a six year-old kneeling on a small leather
cushion between his legs lapped his balls and arse.

   Alison and I were just two more pre-teen girls out of many hundreds who
he'd interacted with over the years at these parties, which were held in
elite enclaves all over the world.  He barely noticed us.  As we moved
toward him, Alison, whispered in my ear, "Take a good look at that cock of
his."

   I looked closely and beheld the slenderest nine-inch long prick I had
ever seen.  To this day I've never seen another one like it.  It was so
sleek, with such a perfectly proportioned downward pointed head that it
looked like the long front half of a Concord jet plus the sloped pointy
cockpit.  Cheryl later told me it was exactly nine inches long and one and
one-eighth inches across with a two and one-eighth inch long head.  It was
perfect for taking young girls' virginity and for fucking tight little
asses for the first time.  It was perfect for something else, too, that I
later witnessed myself.

   Alison whispered, "Since you're a newbie you've got to go through
orientation with him, but since he's being served you've got to wait.  He's
fun to watch, though."

   "Okay, lets get some juice while we wait," I replied and we went to a
nearby juice dispenser and poured ourselves some cranberry juice and then
sat down on some cushioned chairs nearby to sip our drinks.

   The seven year-old going down on his wand looked Vietnamese.  She could
only take about four inches of him but she'd worked up a good rhythm and
was jacking him off at the same time.  The little one between his legs
looked Hispanic and she was now licking the base of his cock below the
Vietnamese girl's pumping fist.  Mr.  Jillabeau was now sloppily french
kissing a slightly chubby blonde eleven year-old with very fair skin,
breasts the size of orange halves, deep blue eyes and rosy cheeks, while he
finger fucked a skinny but bigger busted twelve year-old with long,
naturally curly brown hair on his left.  She was moaning and writhing and
very much in heat.

   The other girls clustered around him, eagerly watching him being
serviced.  They were mostly six to nine year-olds and they were making
small talk with each other while some of them argued over who he would do
next.

   "I want him to fuck MY ass next, Shira!"

   "No, Darla already said I was next!"

   "Nuh-uhh, Lisa's next!"

   "No she isn't."

   "Is!"

   "Isn't!"

   "Girls, girls," Mr.  Jillabeau interjected, "if you can't be good, go
have fun downstairs!"

   "Sorry, Mr.  Jillabeau," apologized the chorus, "we'll be good!"

   He took his arm from around the blonde girl's shoulder, opened a little
drawer built into the sofa beneath him and withdrew a pink seven-inch
strap-on vibrator and a small jar of lube.

   "Chian and Salma, that's enough.  I think Sophia and I are ready now. 
You two can help her get mounted," he announced.

   "Yes, Mr.  Jillabeau," replied the two little ones who'd been sucking
him off.  They scrambled to their feet to do his bidding.

   He continued, "Dolly, while I get Sophia ready put on the strap-on and
use the lube."

   "Yes sir," the chubby blonde breathlessly replied.  She'd gotten pretty
worked up from his kisses and caresses and a small rivulet of pussy juice
ran from her blonde beaver down the front of the sofa cushion.  She climbed
off the sofa and fastened on the pink strap-on, testing the vibrator and
setting off a brief whirring noise and before turning it off.  Then she
opened the small jar of lube, scooped some on her fingers and smeared it
all over the vibrator and Mr.  Jillabeau's long slim rod as well.

   Chian and Salma took the hands of the big-busted brunette twelve
year-old to help her turn and step up on the sofa.  She was thin and tall
and I noticed she had very narrow hips and skinny thighs for a girl so
busty.  She had a very large hairy bush as well and she couldn't take her
eyes off that long thin cock she was about to mount.  The expression on her
face was both horny and a little apprehensive at the same time.

   "Grandpa?" she asked.

   "Yes, hon?"

   "Doctor Peyton told me to remind you that my vagina is extra narrow and
for you to please show me TLC," Dolly said.

   "I'll remember, I promise," he replied.

   "Thank you, grandpa."

   She planted her feet on either side of his hips and he reached up to
gently take her wrists and said, "Now, Sophia, honey, I'm going to help you
keep your balance so if you feel like you're going to fall while you're
sitting down on my penis you can just fall forward on me and I'll catch
you, alright sweetie?"

   "Yes sir," came the timid reply.

   "Okay, hon, just slowly bend your knees and sit down until I tell you to
stop so I can position the point in the little hole."

   She lowered herself carefully down until he told her to stop and then he
gingerly pressed the downward curved nose of his slender prick-head into
her tiny vulvette.

   "Nice and slow now, Sophia, I want you to lower yourself just a bit
farther until I say stop," he ordered.

   She whimpered a bit as the head very slowly spread the diminutive lipped
entrance to her cunnie and pressed forward until it finally popped inside.
They were holding each other's wrists and she was clinging to his for dear
life.

   "Stop!" said Mr.  Jillabeau.  "Now Dolly, stand behind her and hold her
hips.  When I tell her to start bending her knees again I want you to give
her a second to start moving.  Then I want you to gently move her hips
around in the smallest circles you can make while she sits on down until
she reaches her limit.  Got it?"

   "Yes, Mr.  Jillabeau," came the eager reply.  Dolly's dilated pupils
were dripping with lust and I could tell she was very turned on by what she
was helping him do to his granddaughter.

   "Nice and slow, now Sophia, nice and slow, and keep moving no matter
what `till you reach your own limit."

   "O-okay, grandpa!" she nervously answered.

   Sophia began bending her knees again and, after she'd moved down another
half inch, Dolly ever so gently rocked her hips a little and then began
moving them around and around in a small circle so the tight pussy muscles
near her epicenter could massage and expand themselves around the
lubricated cock that she was ever so slowly ensheathing herself upon.  Her
hairy chestnut brown muff danced a slow jig as her narrow hips stirred the
long staff upon which she descended, and she emitted soft gasps and grunts
as the gradual spiraling penetration stretched and filled her,
"Unh...unh...unh...ah-uh-ahh!  ...Unh...unh...unh ...Mmm...unh...anh!"

   Finally, at a little over five inches in, Sophia's hymen barred the way
forward.

   Mr Jillabeau said, "That's fine, honey, now I want you to lean forward
and I'm going to hold onto your wrists for balance and help you lay down on
me.  Dolly, hold into her hips so she doesn't fall forward too fast."

   They lowered her forward on top of him and he let Sophia rest a few
seconds to get used to him inside her.  Then he asked in a loud voice, "Who
wants to kiss her butthole while I screw her?"

   "I do!  I do!  Me-me-me!!" answered the chorus of well sexualized little
girls.

   "I think Shira should do it," he said.

   "Yayyyy!" yelled a seven year-old Persian girl with shining dark eyes,
mocha latte skin and long straight dark hair tied back in a knotted
ponytail.  She scrambled off the far end of the sofa where she'd been
watching the proceedings and knelt on a leather cushion in front of the
sofa between Sophia's spread legs and buttocks.  She opened the twelve
year-old's small butt cheeks a little wider with her fingertips and
immediately plunged her tongue into her asshole and began licking and
kissing it from every angle, making loud sexy slurping and lapping noises.

   "Ungh!" Sophia cried out and began grinding her hips on her
grandfather's prick and thrusting her ass back in the seven year-old's
face.

   "That's right, honey.  Doesn't her warm wet little tongue feel good and
nasty?"

   "ANH!!  Unh!  ...Mmm, unnh!  Y-yesss, grandpa, sooo nasty!  Ungh...unh!
...Nasty with your big long dick inside me!!" gasped Sophia.

   He was starting to move back and forth in her now while little Shira's
hot tongue worked its magic in her tight rectum with her warm little hands
squeezing her ass cheeks.

   "UNNH!  Oh, grandpa, it's so GOOD now!  UNGH!  Ungh...unh...UNNH!! 
Don't stop, whatever you do!  ...Oh, FUCK!  Lick me Shira!  ANH!  Anh! 
...Stick it up me good!  ANH!  ...UNH!...unh...unh... Ohhh, your cock's
moving so good in me now, grandpa!  Awww, yeahhhh!  It feels sooo gooood!
...God, grandpa!  Fuck me!  FUCK!"

   Mr.  Jillabeau was withdrawing just enough to spread her vulvette a bit
wider with his cock-head and then push and stir his cock back in until it
butted her hymen.  She was soaking wet now and starting to loosen up.  He
began fucking her in smooth driving penetrations and let the wild
sensations of Shira's tongue in her ass twitch her hips in other directions
to add to her stimulation.  They fucked like this for several minutes until
Sophia began crying out, "Anh!  ANH!  ANGH!!  OHH-URRRGH!!  AWWW, SHIT!! 
ANNH!  FUCK ME, GRANDPA, FUCK MEEE!!  ANH!  AII!  AIIIEEEEEEE!!!"

   She hugged her grandfather tightly to her as he drove into her and Shira
thrust her firm tongue up her asshole.  Sophia shook, shivered and screamed
her first glorious cum in his arms.  Just as her shrieks peaked, Mr. 
Jillabeau gave one very deep thrust and quickly pierced her hymen, making
her shriek even louder.

   "EEE!!  EEEEEEEEEEE!!!  AHHNGH!!  OUCH!  OWW!  Grandpa that hurt!" she
exclaimed and burst into tears, sobbing and moaning at the same time as he
continued doing her more slowly now.

   "It's alright, baby, you're a woman now.  Just try to relax and
granddaddy will slow down and make it all better," he said and began gently
but very passionately kissing her on the lips to muffle her sobs.

   I was surprised to see that instead of stopping to let her pain subside
like daddy had done for me, he kept right on smoothly fucking her deeper
and deeper.  I guessed at the time it was because he hadn't yet cum
himself.

   In a couple of minutes Sophia's muffled sobs subsided and she began
relaxing into her grandfather's arms, issuing soft moans and enjoying his
hot french kisses, deep penetrations and Shira's warm wet tongue squirming
inside her butthole.

   After Sophia had been contentedly fucked, frenched and butt-tongued for
a while longer, Mr.  Jillabeau looked over at Dolly and motioned with his
finger toward her ass.  While he smoothly thrust in and out of his
granddaughter's freshly de-virginized cunt, Dolly moved little Shira out of
the way, switched on the lubricated vibrator and positioned it at Sophia's
well-tongued rectum.

   Sophia lifted her mouth from her grandpa's lips and asked, "Wha-what's
that?"

   "Never you mind, Sophia honey, it's something grandpa's got for you
that's gonna make you feel extra good," came the reply.

   "Unh...unh... Okay, grandpa...unh...whatever you s-say..." she panted
and surrendered to him as he pressed his lips firmly against hers and
sucked her tongue back into his mouth.

   Dolly started pushing that big pink buzzing vibrator up into Sophia's
tight little ass while Mr.  Jillabeau slowly withdrew his lovely sleek dick
from her wet twat and they gradually established an alternating rhythm. 
His long thin cock was coated in bright red virgin's blood as it moved in
and out of her.

   I noticed that even though he was now penetrating past her torn hymen
and bumping against her cervix there still wasn't room for the last two or
three inches of him.  The chubby busty blonde eleven year-old thrust her
hips back and forth, making Sophia's ass cheeks vibrate in time with the
whirring dildo inside her as her grandpa's hot cock worked her plundered
cunt, which had pussy juice and little spots of blood occasionally running
out of it and dripping onto the floor.

   By this time Alison and I were both so hot we were rubbing each other's
cunnies, which were still full of sperm from all the hot action we'd had
earlier in the evening.  Claire had heard Sophia lose her virginity all the
way from the front room and had come in to watch Mr.  Jillabeau do his
granddaughter with us.  I smiled at her and caressed her enormous belly
before moving my fingertips down to her happy face and stroking her cunnie
as well.

   Pretty soon Sophia was overwhelmed with pleasurable sensations and could
no longer concentrate on her kissing.  Her head fell to one side and her
long deep moans and heavy panting breaths came faster and louder.

   "OOOOOoooo!!  OOOOO!!  UHUMMMmm!  NNNNnnh!  OOOOOooo!  OOOooooooo!"

   Before long Dolly was slapping her hips into Sophia's buttocks harder
and harder, dildoing the crap out of her ass while her grandfather fucked
her quim faster and faster and her cries and wails became much wilder and
more incoherent.

   "UHH-EEE!!  UHH-EEE!!  URRR-AAAAHH!!  AHHHNNHH!!  AIIH!  AIIH!  AIIH! 
AIEEE!!  AWW, FUCK-K-K!!!  ANH!  EEEEH!!  ANNNH!!  III-UGHH!  ANNH!! 
NNNNNNHH!  OMMM!  UNNH!  UNNH!  SHIT!  G-GOD, DOLLY!!  AIIH!  AIIIH!! 
AIEEEEEEEE!!!" she screamed and then suddenly, incredibly, Mr.  Jillabeau
strongly pulled on her hips and thrust into and through her cervix, burying
himself in her uterus.  He groaned and clutched her tightly to himself as
he pumped fount after fount of fresh creamy sperm into her womb and she
thrashed and shrieked in combined ecstasy and agony.

   Alison and I couldn't believe it and we both started cumming all over
each other's fingers, panting and gasping as Sophia's screams echoed off
the walls.  Dolly rammed the vibrator into her ass as Mr.  Jillabeau
grunted out three more short, sharp thrusts inside her uterus and sprayed
out the last of his cum while she shivered uncontrollably and renewed her
shrieks and sobbing moans--crying fresh tears and cumming all at once.  I
remembered thinking as I quivered in delicious orgasm that he was surely
getting his young granddaughter pregnant.

   After we'd all calmed down a bit, he held Sophia in his arms, softly
stroked her hair and crooned an Irish lullaby to her as she, peacefully and
with closed eyes, nursed at Claire's breast and Dolly gently licked the
pussy juice, blood and surplus sperm from her well-used cunt.  She sighed
and quivered in one last mini-cum and fell fast asleep.  Claire and Dolly
picked her up and took her to Cheryl who put her to bed in one of the guest
rooms.

   I found out later that Sophia's mother and Cheryl had set it all up
ahead of time.  Sophia's father had been killed several years earlier in an
auto accident before he could give Sophia a little brother or sister.  Her
mother, who was getting too old to have kids, decided that Sophia's
grandfather should give her the joy of young motherhood so she could have a
special child and companion of her own.

   Sophia knew that her beloved grandpa was helping her lose her virginity
because she had such a narrow vagina that it required his tenderness and
special skill.  She had overheard some vague discussion about her starting
a family earlier than most girls.  But what she didn't know was that her
grandfather's long thin dick was perfect for trans-cervical insemination,
and when he wanted to get a girl pregnant he had never failed to do so on
the first attempt.
   End of Chapter 20