From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: ASSUMPTN   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
   (mf,cons,pedo,preg)   
      
   OK.  We've gotten a lot of requests for "preggie" stories lately.   
   As I've said, MOST of my stories (and Tammy's) at least touch on   
   the subject.  This one  (like a lot of the others we write) makes   
   a point of it.   
      
   If you don't like stories of family-members, or little girls   
   having sex, then skip this one.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
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         DON'T LET YOUR KIDS SEE THIS!   
      
         And don't try this at home, these are trained professionals.   
   You, or someone you love could get hurt, if this isn't done under   
   expert supervision.   
      
         Anyone doing anything, and trying to point to this, as an   
   example, is full of horse-turds.  This is a story.  It is not a   
   recommendation, of something to do.  In fact, I strongly urge   
   anyone even contemplating doing the things suggested by this   
   story to seek professional help.  In a hurry!   
      
         Final warning!   
         This story contains mostly straight sex, between a man and a   
   young girl.  It involves incest, and is definitely NOT "safe-sex"   
   as the girl gets pregnant.  Yes knocked-up, baby-time.  If you're   
   still reading this, you must like such stories.   
      
      
      
      
      
                               Assumptions   
      
                                   or   
      
                           How I "Got Pregnant"   
                             An Erotic Story   
      
         "Uh Lynn?"   
         "Yes Grandpa?"   
         "You're not on the pill, are you?"  Grandpa seemed to be   
   worried about something.   
         "Huh?" I said.  Pill?  I wondered what he meant.   
         "Forget it.  Of course you're not."  Grandpa seemed to   
   hesitate for a minute, slowing up the slip-slide of his "thing"   
   inside me.  "When was your last period?"  At my hesitation, he   
   continued, "You know, your monthlies."   
         For a second, I didn't get the reference, then I remembered   
   how I had been bleeding every month, for the past year or so.   
   Momma had shown me how to wear pads, so my panties didn't get all   
   bloody, but we hadn't discussed it much.  She seemed to think I'd   
   find out about it later, when I needed to.  In a way, I guess she   
   was right.  Once I had figured this out, I answered my   
   grandfather.  "I dunno, Grandpa.  A couple of weeks ago, I   
   guess."   
         "Good," said Grandpa, suddenly shoving his "thing" up inside   
   me hard.  "Then there's a good chance you might 'catch' right   
   now.  Wow!  My own daughter puts me in bed with my cute sexy   
   granddaughter.   Not only a virgin, but she's not on the pill,   
   and probably fertile right now.  Karen must WANT me to knock the   
   kid up."   
         Grandpa's "thing" seemed to get even bigger inside me.  "Oh   
   Honey, I'm gonna do it" said Grandpa.  "Do you mind if I cum   
   inside you?"   
         "Huh?"  I couldn't make much sense of Grandpa's ramblings.   
         "Hold still, Honey," said Grandpa, ignoring my question.   
   "I'm gonna. . . "   
         I felt Grandpa's "thing" swell, and a bulge rippled through   
   it, and up into my crack.   
         "Grandpa!" I objected.  "Don't PEE in me.  Momma will kill   
   me, if I get the bed wet."  I struggled to pull away, then   
   thought better of it.  If Grandpa WAS peeing in me, and I pulled   
   away, for SURE we'd get it all over the bed.  At least if I let   
   him finish, I might be able to hold it inside me long enough to   
   get to the bathroom.   
         "NOT peeing in you," grunted Grandpa.  "CUMMING in you!   
   Hold still for a second.  Ugnh!  Aaahhh!  There!  THAT ought to   
   knock you up Lynn!"   
         With each grunt, I felt another bulge ripple through   
   Grandpa's "thing," stretching my hole, as he squirted SOMETHING   
   inside me.  By this time, I KNEW it wasn't pee, as if it had   
   been, the bed would have been soaked by now.  Whatever Grandpa   
   was squirting inside me obviously wasn't as runny as pee, and   
   there wasn't as much of it either.  I stopped worrying,  Grandpa   
   seemed to know what he was doing, and besides, it was starting to   
   feel good.   
      
      
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         I was disappointed, when Grandpa finally stopped.  I was   
   just beginning to like it.  Grandpa shuddered for a minute or   
   two, then relaxed.  I was surprised, when two minutes later I   
   heard a quiet snore.  Grandpa was asleep.   
         I felt between my legs, where Grandpa's "thing" still kept   
   whatever he had squirted in me, inside.  My finger picked up   
   something, and I squinted at it in the semi-darkness.  White and   
   sticky, definitely NOT pee.  What had Grandpa called it?  "Cum?"   
   I sniffed at it, then tasted it.  A distinctive smell, but one I   
   couldn't remember smelling before. . . except maybe once, that   
   time in the bookstore, when I used the restroom, while Papa   
   looked at the "Adult" books.  It had smelled something like this.   
   Kind of funny, and musty.  It tasted something like it smelled.   
   Bland, slightly sweet and sticky, like library paste.  Not   
   something you would WANT to order for breakfast, but not nasty   
   like shit, or pee either.  I was about to wipe my finger off,   
   when I remembered:  I didn't have anything to wipe it on, and I   
   didn't want to get it on the sheets, and make a mess.  SHIT!  And   
   Grandpa's arm was around me, clutching my breast, and wouldn't   
   let go.  Unless I made a fuss, I was stuck here, with Grandpa's   
   "thing" still dripping his "cum" inside my vagina.  (Yes, I know   
   the word.)  Steeling myself, I licked my finger off, and   
   swallowed.  Not as bad as I originally thought.  Certainly better   
   than pee, and I'd actually tasted THAT before, at least a couple   
   of times.  Once, on a kind of dare to myself, I'd drank almost a   
   quarter of a cup of it.  It hadn't made me sick or anything, just   
   a little queasy.  Compared with THAT, this stuff tasted good.  I   
   settled down to sleep.   
         Later that night, I woke up to feel Grandpa pushing his   
   "thing" up inside me again.  It felt good this time, so I didn't   
   object.  For about ten minutes, Grandpa slid his thing in and   
   out, before squirting more of that same white sticky-stuff inside   
   me.   
         When I was going to get up and wipe myself, Grandpa stopped   
   me.  "Leave it in, Honey," he said.  "I want to get you pregnant.   
   I can't wait to see your belly nice and big."   
         I was a little confused.  "Get me pregnant?"  I thought a   
   bit, and wondered if that white-stuff that Grandpa had squirted   
   inside me was the "pregnant" that he was talking about, and if it   
   was supposed to stay inside me, and "make my belly get big."  I   
   was too sleepy to find out.  "OK Grandpa," I said, yawning, "if   
      
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