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This is basically "Homework." If it wasn't obvious from context, she manipulated him to write incestuous fantasies in his own hand, to go with her own childporn collection, rather than get a divorce.
Having already gotten what she wanted out of him:
"Uncle" (Mg Ince Fant Lies)
[ My wife took the kids. After church, I stayed behind, "I have something to take care of."
In my pants, I didn't think she ment anything by it. She's almost eleven, but they sheltered her. Of course, I'm not really a believer, but I married a Christian, so that basically made me a christian. I went to church, it made her happy, so treat it like a date. She wants to see chick flics, so you end up not watching a lot of chick flics with her.
That's all it is, only it's a Passion Play. She's passionate about Jesus. I'd be a little jealous, if I thought he ever existed. I have to admit he had some good things to say, about not judging people, but it always made her especially passionate last night.
Saturday night, she said "Oh God!" but how do you compete with that? "Jesus!" Hahaha, if she wants to compare me to Him, fine by me. I can even imagine her climbing right up on the cross. Riding his woody, or the Priests. Moving down the line, of them kneeling reverently. Oops, ran out of bread, but never mind. Unzipping his pants, "Body of Christ." Giving her a taste.
"Uh!" Maybe I should work out, he does have a pretty good body. Looks like, if you ignore the holes in the arms, the legs, the side. Climbing up, on the rag so "Blood of Christ" makes sense. "Ngh, cup of heav'NH!" Through my clenched teeth, shake it off. Suck the dribbles of the back of my knuckles, and wash the rest down the sink.
You know it's not white? Jizz, you have to see it on white porcelain to tell, but it's really a real bright yellow, I think. I can see it, and wash the rest off my hands, but I even like the taste. A little, not like I want to suck dick, or swallow a whole load, but just the tingle at the back of my tongue reminds me, while I head out, and grab my cigarettes from my jacket. Before she gets home, she doesn't lik me smoking, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her.
If I do burn in hell, it won't be for that.
She came back up, to the porch, so I put it out. "Forgot something," I let her in, and she set her notebook down. Bent over to search the couch, so I went and got some ice-water. Hot day, but I came back in time to see her stuff some white cloth in her purse.
"Is that," didn't look like a hankie.
She giggled, "My underpants." And fled for the door. I stopped her, "Why did you take them off?"
"They got hot." She waved them in my face, so I backed up. Through the door, so she could dart around me, and skip down the steps.
In that skirt, it was too long to see. If I looked, but they were in fact a little pair of girl's underwear. I sniffed, but didn't smell anything.
Then, I thought to check my porn stash. When my wife got home with the kids, I just dropped the mattress back over them, but I couldn't tell what was missing.
"Oh," she held it up, "Looks like she left her notebook."]
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[Cousin (Gbg Baby Ince Play)
I didn't teach them anything. My cousins, if anything I learned it from him first. I was supposed to watch them, he was only about 5, or 6, but he had a baby sister. I just left them playing in their room, but when I came back, I was shocked to catch them playing something sexual. I had to've been about 10, give or take, but I heard about sex.
Not a whole lot, mostly giggling about it with my friends, and they're all in forth, 5th, or 6th grade, too. I got a little talk when I had my period, but it was all about growing up, nothing about sex. I heard "Suck my Dick" before though, and I knew that was bad. So, I called him, "Stop that!" I picked her up, my baby cousin cause she started crying as soon as I made her stop. "Put your willy away!"
He had no shame, but it turned out to be innocent. "What do you think you're doing?"
"She likes it!"
"Well," she did start crying, "It's wrong."
"Why?"
"Well," I don't know, "Jesus said thow shall not spill your seed. Um, I'll look it up in the bible, and read you it later, but it's a sin. Sodomy, and you'll go to hell."
"Why?"
"Well, for one your not married, and you can't marry your little sister?" Which begged the FAQ:
"Why?" He didn't even have all his teeth yet.
"Uh!" At least she stopped crying, sucking on my pinky instead, "Because God said no."
"Books," he said, and went and got them. He can't read, he's in 1st grade, but that's just like ABCs, and drawing letters for practice. Not like nouns, and verbs, and sentence structure stuff, he can't even spell his name right, most times. So, he had no idea those weren't story books he found. They're dirty magazines, my dad is a good Christian, and so's my aunt, but she made him go to Church. So, I watched their kids on Sundays, so they didn't have to worry about her crying. In church, it got me out of it, I'm a atheist.
It's just stories, but I was still in elementary, so I didn't even know what Incest was. Or it was called that, until I started reading the stories. Family Secrets, I knew it was wrong, before I even read it. In the stories, not every one, but a lot of them said that. Like: "I knew it was wrong. Looking at my step-daughter naked, and getting hard. What I was thinking about doing to her, and jerking off. Thinking about her hot young pussy, and cumming, up that tight teenage twat."
My uncle, he had Family Touch too. Pictures, they said where 18 years old. The models, many of them looked a lot younger, but still teenage. At least middle school, and they shaved. I guessed, I wasn't even 13 yet, and I had enough hair you could see it, but I didn't. Shave, I tried it, but cut myself, so I stopped. My legs are a lot easier, and I wasn't that hairy. My cousins didn't know what they're doing, just looking at the pictures, and doing what they saw, but I sure did. It was wrong, incest, and I told them, but then I started reading them.
To him, for nap time, I changed it from "My sister," to "My wife," so the stories were about moms, and dads, so we started playing that. I married him, because I said you have to be married, and you can't marry your sister, but I knew that ment you can't marry your cousin, neither. It was just pretend, play wedding, the baby sat up in all the dolls, and animals, and I said "With the power vested in me," but I didn't really have none.
"I Have the Power!" He held up his hands, like He-Man.
I giggled, and put his hands down. Said "You may kiss the bride," but I bent down, and kissed him. Then, I pulled my shirt up so the baby could suckle, till she fell asleep. With the dirty book, I pretended to read it, but I made most of it up. It gave me ideas, but I read this one already. All of them, but it had a couple pictures.
To show him, I got up. "Then, we put the baby to bed..." I set her in the crib, "Then, on our wedding night." He had a little kid bed, it's not big enough for both of us. To sleep together, so we didn't, we just had sex.
Oh, I read what it said about Sowing Seed. In the Gospels, all 3 of them, but it didn't matter. He didn't even have all his teeth yet, so he wasn't sowing any seed anywhere. Besides, right after that Jesus said the seed was the word of God, not jism. Silly, I guess the preacher got it wrong, but he's not God, Jesus, nor a profit. He's a man, and men are fallible. It says it right there, when a man hears the Word and doesn't understand it, Satan comes and snatches it from his heart. Just like the crows on the wayside, don't believe me? Look it up.
I put the stories down, since I couldn't talk, and suck on him at the same time. To get him hard, but I like that it gets nice and wet. Slipping through my mouth so skin covers the end, then the head peeks out like a worm. I read about pussy eating, in another one. About a lesbian mother, teaching her daughter, or that was the best one. I learned the most about it from, I tried it on the baby, but she peed. Which was gross, but she's so much better at it. Like the story said, nobody does it as good as a good little girl. "Yeah, suck it. Suck it good." My clit, especially when he sucks it out, then it pops back in. The skin, and the fat on top.
Where my pubes are growing out, I like them now. Playing with them, in front of his nose sucking my clit in and out, but not as good as his sister. She's already out, for naptime, but she got my nipples nice and slippery too. They grew first, before I even got my period, they got swollen, and ached a little until I massaged them. I guess that was the first sexy thing. I remember, waking up feeling them. Swollen, but that made them hurt less, and even feel good until I got my period, and they stopped hurting.
"Huh!" The nice thing about him sucking me is he went soft. So, I had to suck it hard again, but I already flipped ahead. I don't really have a brother of my own, but the next one had a brother, and sister. Doing it, but I changed it when he got hard, and I showed him. "Then, he made me his wife."
He made me wet, sticking his tongue in, and wiggling it around like I told him. Now, he was hard, and wet too. So, I turned around, and sat on him. I had to feel it, and it said she fucked him. In the story, but he was to little. I figured out, if I was careful, and got it wet enough in there, I could stick my finger in without breaking it. My cherry, and some of my fingers are bigger then his dick.
And they got bones in them, I don't know why they call it a boner when it doesn't even get that hard, really. Barely hard enough to put it in me, but I can feel it with my cherry.
"Oh, yeah! God damn yes, I'm cumming!" Not really, but that's what you say. It's just pretend, but before he went soft, and slipped back out. Fell on his tummy, where it sticks out like a chin, and crawls back in the skin like a shy worm.
"Mh, hm!" I tried to suck him hard again, but he fell asleep. So, I checked on the baby.
If I'm careful, I can get her diaper off without her waking up. I'm gonna make her a lesbian, when she gets a little older, and understands words. Potty train her first, that's no way to get it wet, but I'm already wet, so I took her in the living room, and got on the couch with her.
She can suck me off, though. In her sleep, but when she wakes up, I just hold her to my nipples, and feel their spit in with my fingers.
I can get off. I don't cum, hell my cousins don't, but I can get an orgasm. It just takes a while, but I like it. Hours, or more then an hour left, before they get home.
"Yeah," I would never, let them catch me. "Nmh, yeah!" Like this. "HhHhHhH! Heah."
I'm gonna do it. Some day, I'm gonna fuck him. My uncle, I bet it's to big, though. For me, I mean I seen it, but never hard, and they get bigger when there hard. I'm not even a teenager yet, but I can get 2 in. Finally, it takes a while, but I bet if I keep working at it, I can get 3 in today.
Unless they get home early.]
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{...Or at least that's how they always told them. In Family Secrets Magazine, when I read them as a kid. That's why I write these, to illustrate the Abusers, and their excuses. It's not my fantasy, it's just the one I grew up with. None of the sexual action actually happened, that I am aware of. AFAIK, it was all just Covert Incest...}
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[ "Uncle" {Mfam NS}
I read it, in the den. Well, the fantasies she'd written so far, at least I thought the're fantasies, but by the time I figured out what to look for, it was to late. My wife was in bed, with the baby, but my son was still up, so I asked him about it.
Of course not, she wrote [Dear Family Secrets,] but she made it all up. I asked him, if he ever saw any magazines, with people naked in them. Then I asked if his cousin showed him any, or did anything with him. In his underpants, or if she even made him take them off. He couldn't even remember ever seeing her naked, or being naked around her. Even to piss, he was potty trained, before she even started watching them on Sundays. Their church, some weird kind of Baptists don't believe in teaching children, before they're baptized, or baptizing children.
Apparently I misunderstood what they mean by Baptist, not that I payed much attention. I asked if he played anything like that with his sister, but he just said that his cousin changed her. "Dapa," of course, but even if he saw something, sexual, he could hardly understand it.
I yawned, and sent him off to bed, but he was down for a nap when we got home anyway. Maybe she's playing with herself, and writing nasty stories, stealing porn, and leaving her panties when she's supposed to be watching them, but at least she makes sure they're asleep, right? She made it up, but if she was a lesbian, she'd lie about it, right? Yeah, right, I tried it but it was gross. I didn't get off on it, but she sure was better at sucking my clit.
Because she's a girl, I think I remember something like that in the Twincest sister story, anyway. Right, nobody could ever know it better, because they're twins, and been 69ing for years, but the very idea, of her just playing with her up on the couch. In the living room, writing nasty stories about sucking her cunt when she changed her diapers, and making her suck her until she got off.
"Nh, uH!" I covered it up, and felt it pump out in my hands. Like blood, in pulses out of time with the thudding in my ears. Holding my breath, and then gasping for it so the rush of oxygen intensified, and prolonged the orgasmic sensation. "Huh!"
Fantasizing about molesting them, teaching them to have sex, and playing mommy games with them, but Junior never even heard of playing Mom and dad, getting married, or anything. It was just fantasies, it says they pay for submissions if they publish them, but if you read the fine print, it's Copywrite their publisher. Still, a hundred bucks must seem like a lot of money when you're that young, and babysitting for 20s.
[It just gets boring, waiting for us to get home, when the kids are
down, and she can't turn the TV on without waking up the baby.]
Just need to rewrite it a little.]
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{One thing that always bothered me, other than the standard "She came onto me!" excuses was how perfectly everything lined up, like ages. I guess if you're fantasizing to jerk off, you don't really care about writing a 5, 10, 15, and 20 yo getting insexed, as long as it's incestuous. They don't publish shit like this, any more. AFAICT, I never even saw them in the stores, being too young to go in with dad, so I assume they're on the rotating racks just like they have the Bears, Dyke, Crossdresser, and Tranny Action comics, and erotic storiy collections today, between the wall racks of glossy pictoral porn that sells better, but some people preferred to read stories back then.
Men, and women, for various reasons, not the least of which that stories about children don't directly involve real kids like taking pictures of them would. That, and it can be as perfect as your fantasy, she can be as pretty as you like, and you can have the biggest dick you imagine. Or 36 Ds when you're 15, even when you're 11, or 12 when you write it...}
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[ Insister (gbfM Nice Fant.)
Daddy took mom to work, but it takes like an hour to go there, and come back with dinner. They both work, 3 mouths to feed, but I figured out the cable password. We're supposed to stay in bed, but I got my brother from his room. Since I had the TV and VCR.
[Star Virgins] It's Sci Fi! Okay, they dress up and pretend, somebody made a set up to look like a crappy space-ship, I don't care about Buck Naked, as long as he gets Buck Naked. With Flash Johnson, these weren't R Rated like on cable. XXX, so I should have been 18 to look at it, much
less my little brother, and his little sister.
Half brother, and sister, I guess, different dad, but I call him daddy too. Anyway, he's better looking then my real dad, and richer so he didn't have to run out on mom, and stiff her on Child Support. Why she's got to work, I'm glad cause that leaves us alone when we go to bed.
Brad is almost 10, and he's not shooting blanks no more. He likes the movie, so I just let him watch it, and sucked it slow so he didn't cum too quick. While Babs got down between my legs. She potty trained, and that was great. I get to see her pee, all the time. She still wipes it, before the pee even starts coming out, and keeps running her wet fingers back and forth through her little babycunt. Still like a baby, baby fat, with a cute little face, and big round cheeks feel soft between my thighs, while the music speeds up. The base gets wacky, so they ooh, and ah louder over it.
He didn't even knock. Didn't have to, it wasn't even locked. His house, I bet he knew all along. I caught him first, peeking in on the two of them. Whatever they were doing in there, but he rubbed his hardon in his pants. I saw it, but he hurried off when he heard me. Giggling on the stairs, he just slammed the door, and I guess got it out. To finish it, I wish he stayed, but this time Brad was so proud.
"Look dad," No hands, "See?"
"Ngh!" I turned away when the first splash hit my chin. He must've turned, or aimed it, because the rest shot out, hot all over my burning chest. Ran down between my big round heavy tits, but I waited till I heard him.
"The fuck?"
"Nhhhhh!"
Babs stopped, sat up, and turned around to look, but it was too late. I slipped my fingers in my dripping gash to feel the muscle flex. Pull my pussy tight under the tip of my middle finger. Almost slipping in, to touch my cherry.
Yup, it's still there, I saved it for him.]
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[ Uncle "Daddy." (Mg Ince Fant)
It's not like we're related. I caught her, this time she showed up early, and I found her down in the basement while my wife took care of the kids upstairs. She's really my niece, but by marriage. She likes calling me daddy, and teased me. Leaving her stories, like notes for me to find them. It wasn't my wife, she would never, and just looking at the hand writing, you could tell it was a smaller hand.
Younger, in the way she writes as much as the little Hears, and such she embellishes it with. The dirty little pictures doodled in the gloss, next to the red line to cut off her crammed little paragraphs. All she got wrong in her inexperience, but she doesn't want to take them home. Where she could get caught with them, so I hide them down here. My wife doesn't come down here, as long as I bring the dishes up, and take out the trash.
She has her space too, I don't bother her while she's in there sewing, and she doesn't care when I talk about my computers, and more than I do about cross stitch. Whatever that is, but I never caught her at it. She wasn't supposed to be there, so I ducked back up the stairs, and locked the door from the inside.
Lazy about it, stark naked, but bent over the notebook at the drafting table. Cute little tits, not shy about them, not even an A cup, so she has to go out of her way to show them off. In those modest blouses, long skirts over the knees, her long hair draped over the front, and her narrow shoulders. Certainly not like this, even the hair pulled back, and tied on the side, and hanging beside her arm.
Slutting around without her underwear, stinking them up with sex, then stuffing them down. Deep in the couch, beneath the cushions, so I had to sniff them out to find the corner to dig deeper.
Subtle! Sneaky, I guess it's just her way of seducing me. I understand, it can be intimidating, coming to a grownup, and trying to talk about these adult urges. Sexual urges, she doesn't know what to do, and porn certainly isn't a healthy education.
"Huh!" she dropped the pencil, "You gonna just stand there and watch me, or you wanna come in here, and give me a hand with this?"
Like an echo, not really De Ja Vue, but I only read that before. "You want a hand with that?" where she got it from, we ready the same stories.
Fantasies, until then.
"My family's here."
"I know," she took my hand. Standing, naked in front of me, and lifting it to my chest. "That's what makes it so hot."
She took my other hand, and put it between her legs.
I made excuses, put it off, and played hard to get. I know it's wrong, and I should have been stronger than that, but I didn't kick her out of bed. There wasn't even a bed to kick her out of, so we made do with the
sofa.
The leather one, in the corner of the den. Maybe I should get a hide-a-bed down here.
"Cummon," she sat me down first, twisted sideways on the cushion, so it rubbed against her twisting naked bottom. "Daddy," Her legs, spread wide open, and leaning back to let her hair hang behind her. Stretching out over the arm of the couch.]
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[Daddy (G/M Exhi/Voye. F Somn)
"Huh!" I crawled out of bed, and let the night wood relax. To hang over the toilet, closed my eyes, and just listened to the piss chuckle in the bowl. Flushed, and washed my hands, then stopped.
Hand towel over the door-knob, I turned back to hang it. By feel, but she had the covers pulled back.
To bunch behind her, she had a nitemare, but must have woken up when I slipped out of bed.
The middle of the night, I turned off the light, but the glow from my bedside payed down over her night gown.
She turned over, to face the bathroom, but pulled up the hem. I couldn't see between her legs, with them up beside her, but the neat short patch of curls dissappeared after a momentarily flash to show me that she hadn't worn underpants. I held my breath, immediately hard again, and watched her.
Quietly, her mother sawing logs behind her. In the shadow, I couldn't see her, but she drowned out any sound we might make.
"SNH?" She bit her lip, and stopped. Rubbing the satin between her legs, and relaxed her grip. On the side of her chest, she grinned, biting her lip, and her eyes flashed open in surprise.
Until my wife turned over, snorted, and eventally went back to snoring. More quietly, but she looked down. At the front of my pants, and she smiled brightly when I pushed the tent pole back up.
"Ngh!" I couldn't keep my eyes open.
"HhHhH!" She let out the breath, she must have been holding, and tried not to gasp.
I closed the door, as quietly as I could. So, I didn't grunt loud enough to wake her.
"Huh!" Finally it stopped. "Huh!" I wet a washcloth, but I didn't have any pajama bottoms in here. Not ones that weren't shamefully full of jizz, from watching her play with herself.
In my bed, right next to her mother. she scooted back when I got back under the covers.
All cleaned up, and dried off. My shorts stuffed deep into the hamper, but at least I didn't have to worry about anything sticking out.
Poking against her bottom, through the silky material she pulled down modestly to snuggle up against me.
I drifted back off to sleep, and told myself it was just a dream.]
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Denice (Pun intentional.)
"Fuck," ing, "Uh!" He slipped out, so I pulled off the rubber before he finished.
"Uh, huh!"
"Coward!" Eyes squeezed tight, for the pornstar facial. "Huh!" I wiped it of with my hands, and rubbed them on my chest to get my tits wet, and slip my nipples through my fingertips. "Fuck me."
"I can't." he pulled his underwear up.
"Ngh, with your fingertips, dickless. It's not fair, you can't hold it long enough to get me off, but I wanna cum too, and my fingers are all spermy. You want me to get pregnant? Touch me, daddy. Fingerfuck me till I cum!"
This is the best part. I got him by the balls. Figuratively speaking, but I learned something they don't write about in the stories. Well, for one, I'm not even a teenager yet, so if anyone goes to jail it's him. My juvie record gets sealed when I turn 16, and I got almost 5 years to do whatever I want till then.
"Nh, yeah. Stick some in. I said fingerfuck me. It ain't that big, but one's not gonna do it daddy. You got yours, so gimme mine now."
They didn't say that when he gets off, he'll do anything I say. Guilt, I guess.
"Nyeah, suck my titty. Yeah," suck your cum off my nipple, "Harder, suck it harder, yeah!"
Now he had pictures, what's the number for 9-11 again?
"NhHhnyeah!" I bet I can cry. Bite my tongue or something just to break the tears out, telling them how my uncle fucked me. "Oh, fuck yeah! Harder, deeper, and harder." I grabbed his wrist, "You can give me all 4, I can take it." Ever since he broke my cherry, I made sure it was on my period, so it didn't look suspicious when I left the bandage for mom to find it. "UhHuHuHUH UH!" Like a cat with a present. "Yes, see?"
I'm not a little girl no more. Not your little girl, you prudish bitch, as if I ever was that innocent, little. Thing, she dressed me up as.
"Ah, God!" Blaspheme, "Um, fucking. Mary, yeah!" I fell back, panting, and he slipped his fingers out.
"Ngh!" I wiped my mouth, and rested my hand on my bangs. "Fuck, thanks. Can you get me a beer."
"Now."
"Hihihn! Don't make me get up, you think it was junior stealing them? Get me a beer, I'm thirsty. And my smokes, out of my purse."
"Okay," he handed them over.
"Themks." I puffed, took a drag, and settled back. "Khah!" He dropped the lid in the trash can, and went up to take a shower.
"Huh!" So much better than little boys and babies. "Fuck yeah!"
He just needs to lean to hold it.
"Uh!" I need a dildo too. I forgot to ask him, but I wonder if he'll get jealous, or be grateful he doesn't have to satisfy me?
"Yeah," a big one. Bigger then him, so he can losten me up, then watch me take it. A 6 incher, or maybe one of those double dongs, but if they make them with balls I never seen them.
"Fuck it," literally. He can get me both, and suck one while I fuck another. Or the other end, "Yeah!" We can suck it together, while I finish what he started.
As soon as he gets off, I can make him do whatever I want.
I just need to figure out what I want to make him do.
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Author
They're co writing this, which is to say that most of the sexual action is Dictated to him. Because he sucks at it, why he balked when he got her naked, on the couch in his "Mancave." No idea what to do with it. In the order they're written, not submitted to the Incest story magazines. (Several)
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[Step-Father (M"f" "Teen" Fant.)
I knew when I married her mom, Denise was. Not shy, at all. About her body, a teenager but one of those. That get so excited when they start getting teenage things, like boobies.
I just didn't expect her to walk around in her underwear. Her mother is such a prude by comparison. Tries to keep her from dressing, "So slutty." The way she says it, I wouldn't call her a slut.
She's a virgin. Let's just say I believe her, that's the opposite of a slut, right? She mentioned that she babysit too, but I had no idea that she was taking pictures. Until I caught her, with them.
Polaroid, I'd seen her with them, but not like that. He's only 13, which is just 5 years younger, but, those 5 years. Between being pretty much a boy, and almost a man, like she was almost 18, and more sexual. Sexually precocious, than I imagined.
Not so much in front of her mother, or me for that matter. But the first time, she was out shopping, and her daughter took a shower. She came out in a towel, and a pair of underpants. The towel would have covered a lot more if she didn't wrap it around her hair, but she just went right across to her room, picked up a bra, and started putting it on.
"At least shut the door," I reached in, and pulled it for her.
"I get enough of that from mom, and I thought you're cool." She turned it around her ribs, and pulled the straps up her arms. Pulled the cups out, then lifted them up. Shook them a little until the surprisingly ample globes settled in. "You are," I stepped back, "Cool aren't you?"
Looking up, she smiled, and blushed. I didn't slam the door in her face, but I went in the bedroom. Just paced until I settled down, instead of jerking off. Listening at her door, as if I had to as loud as she moaned, and squeeled in there.
"Huh!" I just went down to the living room, and put some music on. Until she came down. Fully clothed, but I saw those underwear again. In the top of the hamper, the next day, and they stank so much I had to push them down, and pile more dirty clothes on top of them.
Didn't get the vision out of my head, of her wearing them. Topless, then hearing her obviously playing with herself. With the towel over her pillow, with her damp dark spread out over it. Her long thin hairless thighs up, and spread open to the neatly trimmed pantiline.
Feeling them in her hands, squeezing them till the nipples bulged out, to pinch and twist them, then running her hands down her taut teen tummy. Panting, bouncing like a trampoline, then running her fingertips through her pubes.
So deep the mons rolled down, puffing the young smooth lips out, and slipping her fingertip between them. Moaning, sideways on the bed to face the old style keyhole. We don't even have the key for it, so it's not unlocked, I could have just walked across the hall any time to push it wide open.
My pants already open, desperately beating myself, hard as a rock instead of just slapping the sides of the seat, and rolling my balls back and forth on the cold white tile.
"Ngh! Yeah!"
I don't know how much longer I can stand it, but I don't like what I saw in those pictures. He's only 13, and his little sister is just 8.
"HhuhH!"]
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Authors
Note that they skip past the awkward experimental teenage fumbling, because they wouldn't write it like that. That's not their fantasy, "Age Play," beyond her babysitting his kids, and threatening to molest them, because the babysitter gig isn't fantastic enough for them. She'd rather imagine something better, like a pervy step-father.
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Big "Sister"
["UH!" She stomped off. Choir practice, after church, but I was watching her little sister. Always wanted one, but babies don't count. You have to teach them everything, and it takes so long. "Stupid babies."
She sobbed, in her hands, and ran down the aisle. I pulled my skirt down, before she even made it out of the choir box, and followed her out the double doors. She ran up the stairs, to the balcony. Where the Organ lady sits, and there's a sound board, but the pipes are across the sanctuary.
"Oh," she curled up in the corner, "Are you okay?" I need a name, "Esmarelda?" Rings a bell.
"Hihihihn!" I sat down hugged her. "Here," I felt under her hair. "How do you wear these things?"
The robe, it's like a tent, but I found the snaps in back, and helped her out of it. Her hair flopped back down, and I smelled it. "Snh, feel better?" I read, "Polyester, doesn't it get hot?"
"Mhm?" She nodded, but looked up. "SNH!" Eyes shiny with tears, and wet cheeks red with blood. Mine pounded in my heart, "Doesn't it get hot?"
"Especially in summer."
"I bet!" I unbuckled my shoes, "I hate these shoes," one, "Two!"
"Hihihn, yeah." She took hers off.
"Especially in pantie hose," I rubbed her leg, "Like it's winter, uh!"
I saw them, when her skirt flopped up. On the playground, not tights, or kneehigh socks. White pantie hose, and panties under it. Her cute little butt shake, before the skirt flopped back down.
"You know what's the worst, is the underwear." I leaned over, and twisted. Away from her, "Can you unhook my bra?"
"Um," she felt it, through the back of my blouse. "Not really."
"You do it for your sister? Don't worry about your mean old sister, huh! I wish I had a nice little sister, like you. To help my with these things." Unbuttoned down 3, "Here," I pulled it over my head. "So you can see what you're doing. "Huh!" I rubbed them, under the cups, and felt the strap lines around them. "Thanks." I flopped my hair back over my bare back, and pulled off my blouse.
"Hihn why'd you take your top off?"
"I can't get my bra off, see, the straps?"
She stared, "Oh." Looked up.
"Don't you help your sister get undressed?"
"No, she kicks me out, or changes in the bathroom."
"Well," I kept rubbing the lines, in front. "I can't wait to get home, and take this damned thing off." I threw it in the corner. Of the low wall, overlooking Jesus, the Pulpit, Alter, Baptismal Font, and everything. "You're so lucky you don't have to wear them.
She just reached out, touched the line. Across the inside of the top of my boob. I pulled it extra tight, I really like the feel of a tight bra, squeezing them, but I don't tell her that.
"I had no idea, they hurt."
"Don't you hate wearing pantie hose in summer?"
"Yeah." She looked over at the bright red lace of my nicest bra. I got a raise, on my allowance. You know, since I started watching 3 days a week, for summer. Every other day, but seeing them like that, every other day. They didn't get old, fast enough for me, and my boss is no fun, neither. If I'm gonna do porn, I better get bisexual, and if I want to get bisexual, a need a girl closer to my age.
"You like them?" I cupped her fingers around my burning titties. "Huh! I'm still too hot."
But she had her pantie hose off, so I slipped the matching panties down, and kicked them off. With the bra, she got a good look under my flipped up skirt.
"Hihin!" she giggled. "Youw haiwy!" Between her fingers.
"Yeah, you'll get hairy when you get your period, too."
"What's that?"
"That's how you know you're starting to grow up. You start bleeding, in here." I skooted out, and showed her. "It went away, but. Mh! Now it feels really good, when I do this."
Her hands slipped down, slowly from her mouth. Hanging open, and her cheeks were red as apples, staring. "What's wrong, you never seen a pussy before?"
She shook her head, was she going to start drooling.
"Ngah!" I swirled my fingertip around the top. "Hh, well, you can do this, when you're older." I took here hand. "Here," slipped my other one under her skirt. "Let me show you."
Pulled at the plain white cotton of her panties. I like them, better. He didn't get the new ones, my birthday underwear for me. He just likes to take pictures of them, and me. Taking them off, and jerk off in them. "Hhn, yeah!" I felt down, deeper. "It's wetter down here. Feel it? Nyeah! It's even hotter, and wetter inside. Yeah, stick your finger in there, ohyeAH!"
I can't keep quiet, but the time I remembered where we were, I had to cover my mouth, and just squeeled in it. "SNH!" I lay back.
She giggled, "Are you all right?"
"Hn, meah!" I squirmed a little. "That was good, you did real good."
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[ Daddy (f/M D/s...)
Oh well, at least she's not my daughter? Not really, no relation, but she's getting sick of the whole "Daddy" thing, and it's a good thing my wife lost interest, while she's weening anyway. I don't mind what it did to her tits, but I like Deneice's cute little Bs. She likes me groping, and sucking them, but if you heard the filthy shit that cums out of her mouth.
"Okay," she looked excited, "New fantasy." Wrote like a page, and a half. I'd read it later, but. "I got pictures!"
"What did you do?" I need to take that camera away. "Look, if you get busted, then the police start asking around..." It's not like she was a virgin, "And how old is she, anyway?"
"Eleven? Uh!" she rolled her eyes, "She's just a late bloomer, but she just got her period, and messed up her nice white panties, so I went over to her house, and let her try them on."
"And took pictures," my hands shook, but I have to admit they do look good on her pale skinny little body. I traced my thumbnail down the bone in a hip she had shot out, pulling the bright red lacey straps across it, and the triangular side over the buttock I could see. I filled to the next one.
"Yeah," she sat down, "So, I thought you'd better hold onto them for me." Next to me, naked, rubbing my lap.
"Look, huh! If you want a girlfriend now, that's okay, but. You're not seeing any guys, are you?"
"Nah. Why," she found it, "You think I should?" Hard, and slipped it up from my pantleg.
"Huh," Eyes closed, "I mean, I like my cum, you know that."
"Nhihihm! Is that what you're afraid of?"
She turned her head, so her head slipped over, and draped across the other side. Licked her lips, and bit her tongue.
"Cleaning up after some other guy?"
"Uh!" the sides caught in the zipper, but since she shaved me, at least there's no hairs to get caught in it.
"Or, maybe I'll find another man, with a bigger dick?" She squeezed it, but tucked the waistband of my underpants under, and pulled her hand out. My balls rolled out, with her fingers, and she gave it a couple pumps. Rolling her tongue to the other side of her grin. "Siph!" A little drool. "You want to talk about this later?"
I nodded, and she looked back down, but her mouth was already open, and she let her tongue out, on the way down. Another drop of drool dripped, from the pointed tip, and I felt is splash a moment before she ran it up the cleft in her fist, and swirled it around the drop clinging to the tip. "Mmh, good." She licked her lips, then kissed it, and sucked it in to the back of her throat.
She didn't gag, just sucked her cheeks in, and pulled is slowly out, so they rubbed the sides between her teeth, and the head throbbed with my pulse against her tongue.
"Oh!" Kay, not a total virgin. I don't care what they say in the stories, but a virgin can't suck a dick like that.
"SPOB! Ngeah!" She gasped, "Can't east a pussy worth a shit, though."
She climbed up, and put her knees on my shoulders.
As if anyone would believe me.
I can just wonder at how I ever got so lucky.
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Little fugue"Hihn!" The church was so empty. The sound guy climbed down from his ladder. By the new speaker, stuck up on a pole in the corner. I put my head down, shuffled with my sister next to me.
She's a bad girl, bigger then me, but I like wearing nothing but our underwear under the robes. To the choir box, I looked up at the 2 mics hanging down in front, like spiders.
"Hm," he tugged at his collar.
"Relax, father." She pulled it out. "It's not Sunday, and you've been working so hard on this. Here." I held the little door for him, "Why don't you sit down, take a break."
She unbuttoned his shirt, worked her way down. Pulled her legs up, between them.
"Hhihn!" I blinked, shook my head. He's not the real paster, any more then her real father, it's just. You know how they had it in the news?
Well, "Our old priest," she spread the front over the ribs of his white tanktop. "Well, you know, we don't talk about why he had to move to another dioscese, but." Rubbed it over the hair of his chest, "Ever since then, you've done so much to update the church, and. We're just so grateful."
"Uh huh?" He nodded.
"Yeah, huh! I just wish there was some way, we could show our appreciation."
"Oh," show. That's my que. To pull the snaps behind my collar, and pull up the robe. Let my hair fall through it, and feel the rush of cool air under it. "Huh!"
I leaned back, on the end of the bench. Pew, really, and giggled at the goose-bumps. Tickling up my chest, and down my shoulders. Felt my nipples harden on the sides, with my fingertips. "You don't mind," it slid off on the floor, "If I take mine off." She pulled one of the snaps. "These damned things, are just so hot." The other one.
"Nn noh?" He shook his head, but she slithered out of it. Slowly like a snake.
"Huh!" It piled in his lap. "Don't worry," she scooted over, "You don't have to touch us." Looked back. I felt around for the catch on her bra strap. "You can just watch," she nodded.
He didn't just watch. He got out the camera, but I ignored the clicks, and whirrs. As soon as she turned back to me, and felt down my tummy, I didn't care.
"Ngeah!" She slipped her fingers in, "You're nice and hot, too."
"Yeah!" And the sound of his fist, slapping his pant leg.
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Over-written, because of how badly and unbelievably written they were, back in the day.
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[ Different Folks (MF Matr. Ffg Saph Fant.)
"Huh!" He rolled off, and the covers slipped back down. From sitting up, I covered myself before he turned on the light.
"What's wrong?" I clutched them to my bosom, and felt his muscular back. "Is it, your wife?"
His first, I still feel a little guilty. Having met him at her funeral, but he was grieving, and I tried to comfort him. One thing lead to another, but still. I have to admit it was inappropriate.
"Huh," he shook his head, "I just. Don't you think it's a little boring."
"When we make love?" This again, "Of course not. It's wonderful, it's always wonderful with you."
"Snh!" He pulled up his pants, "I need some fresh air."
To smoke, he know I don't approve, but after that. At least he's an adult, but his daughter. She's only 14, and while I suppose there is no proper age to start, "It's never too late to quit."
"Yeah, right." He pulled the door, so I could get up.
I'm still a little shaken, is all. I'm sure she just did it to upset me, but. "Well?" I need a shower. "Huh!" I took my robe to wear out, when he comes back. I know, he wants to see me. "All of you," he says, but I'm just not comfortable with it. It's not him, anyone, looking at my body. Naked, he says I have a terrific figure, but I wasn't raised like that.
Not like Denise. Must be her mother, I can't imagine all the perverted things she did to him, before she killed herself. Now, she's burning in hell, and I have a chance to redeem him. From that, the sins of the flesh, and to have good decent children.
She's already damned, unrepentant, a lesbian. I wouldn't have believed her, she was just trying to shock me, where it not for catching her with another girl. And a camera, "We were just playing dressup!" But with lingerie, sick sexy underwear that hung loose on the little girl's figure. The cups puffed out on her flat chest, pulling it tight behind her while she held the underpants at her hips.
Swaying to the music, Madonna. How is it even legal, for girls to listen to that smut, so young?
I recognized her, from church. Bad enough, she's practicing such sexual perversions, but now she's teaching it to girls, at church?
I knew she was trouble, her mother. She was always trouble, even our church couldn't save her, but now. I fear her daughter is even worse.
He just looked so handsome. Even in his grief, with his nice suit, loosening his tie to clear his throat. He broke down, right there by the casket, and the garland. Around the picture of the woman who never deserved his love. The harlot, and slut, who raised her daughter to be a filthy homosexual.
Just thinking about it makes me feel sick, and dirty.
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Father Figure I asked them, what kind of church this was. "Apastolic," just like it said out front. I'm not up on my sects, but it's a weird combination of Baptist soul-saving, and puritanism. They called me a "Convert," told me, "It's not so much conversion from Atheism as from a state of sin to a spiritual awakening." So, add new-age spiritualism to the mix.
Whatever, I love my wife. If it means that much to her, it's not like a cult or anything. King James version. I was raised Episcopalian, so I even recognize the hymns. "Hmn!"
"Thanks be to god."
It's not like they speak in tongues, or play with snakes. It's just, weird to me. I guess.
"Hihn!" I glanced over at my new step daughter, reminiscing about the first service. Our wedding, which was nice. Enough, her parents payed for most of the reception, which left more for the honeymoon.
I can't help but feel a little disappointed, you'd think that for a mother, of a teenager, and widow, that she'd be less like. Well, a virgin, no cherry of course but.
"Mhn!" She bit her lips, but the way she held the hymnal in her lap. Between her legs really, and pushed her skirt in. "Nh, hm!" Her eyes closed, in the back corner of the Sanctuary. Against the end of the pew, but for the life of me. If I didn't know any better, I'd think. "HhHhH!"
'Denise?'
"Mhm?" She blinked, and grinned. Still biting the corner of her her lip, until it popped out.
'this is a house of god!' I looked back, 'if your mother caught you.'
"Hihn!" She just, fainted? I'm not sure, but I even caught her. So she didn't just slip out of the pew.
"Let us pray." I kicked the footboard down, to kneel, but I had to brush her hand off. Behind me, but she took it. Grinning sinfully, she held it to her skirt. Brushed the back of my fingers, and knuckles over her hip, until I felt the line of her underpants, tight over her buttock.
"Peace of the lord be with you."
We got up, "And also with you."
That always bothered me, that they said that backwards. Now, I had more important things to worry about. Like my 14 yo step-daughter. Hitting on me, I just thought she was flirty, and acted immodest to challenge her mother, but now I had to think there was something more.
And hold the hymnal over my lap. Up against my belt, and the shirt tucked into it. To hide the shameful reaction to this. Terribly inappropriate behavior in church. I can't say I was ever so much of a faithful believer, but still.
It even shocked me a little, how shamelessly she flaunted it.
"Hm!" Back in the pew, she once again gripped the hymnal in her skirt. Pushed it back, between her hands. Folded as if in prayer, but I didn't want to make a scene.
"Ahem," I leaned forward. So, her mother couldn't see. Arms up on the back of the next pew, it covered my lap too.
The tiny hand feeling, over my thigh, and squeezing it. Through my pant leg, but the gentle insistent stoking slipped the gabradine over the cotton of my boxers, and I could hardly believe this was happening.
This was really happening, she was fondling me in church, right next to he mother! "NUh, khough!" I covered my mouth, and the reflexive grunt as it burst out to wet my shorts.
"Are you all right," she rubbed my back, "Dear?"
"Yeah," I got up, "Let me out."
Denise just swiveled her knees, against the pew. Well, not just that, but turning to follow me, she grinned and winked. Away from her mother, where she couldn't see. I just ran to the restroom before it started to stick, or soak through.
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Authors We dropped off Denise. "Come on," he put his arm over my shoulder, "Let's go for a drive."
Hoping she'd stay out of trouble, I watched her skip up the steps. The pleated skirt swinging over the slip, but barely enough to reveal the tops of her socks. Bet she can't wait to slip into something slutty, and show off for the neighborhood boys.
"Relax," he took my hand, from my lap. Slipping his fingers between mine, he squeezed it, and I held it in both of mine. "Huh! I need to ask you something. I'm sorry, if it might be painful, but. I have to ask."
"What is it?" The upset in his face was heartbreaking, but he drove up a hill first. Overlooking the town from there, I knew it was a makeout spot, but I'd never gone up here, of course.
Stopping the motor, he he just turned, and picked up my hands, to kiss them. "You know I love you," he searched my eyes, "Right?"
"What's wrong?" I let go to feel his face. Fresh shaved this morning, though I must admit I liked the roughness on his jaw. Every Saturday night, the night we have set aside, to make love.
"I don't want to hurt you, but it bothers me."
"What?" I shook my head, "Huh! What do you need to ask me so much?"
He kissed me first, and held my face in his strong hands.
"Where you, molested?" He held me, while I cried on his shoulder. I couldn't say it, just nod silently, but it all came back.
"Huh!" He patted my back. "It's okay, it's not your fault, and I still love you." Then, when I got a hold of myself, he wiped my tears, and held my eyes in his. He looked down. "Me too. It wasn't until today, I remembered."
"When you broke down?"
He looked away, "Yeah. In church."
"Is that how you lost your faith?"
"Yeah." He kissed me again, and I thought. Of course, that's where I found mine. It drove me to, a place where I could feel safe. Under the eyes of God, nothing so horrible could ever occur there. Why it's called a Sanctuary.
"I feel so much better."
"Me too." He felt my lap. My skirt up my legs, and I looked around. "It's okay. There's nobody here to see us. Nobody here, but me, and I love you."
I relaxed, a little. In his arms, his big hands, his mouth on mine. "Hihn!" I felt faint.
"Here," he pulled at my underpants. "Just scooch a little."
It wasn't like that. My first time, at all. We weren't teenagers, sneaking out with the car, to fumble through our clothes. I lifted my arms, let him pull my Sunday dress up over them.
I covered myself. I couldn't help it, here alone with my husband. No one else could see me, but he embraced me. Held me, and unhooked my brassiere. "Relax." I slowly let my arms down, holding the cups in my hands, and let him slip the straps down my shoulders.
I never let a man, touch me like that. I couldn't, my first husband, nor him before, but now I could.
It wasn't as frightening, confusing, sick and dirty as it was with her. I just lay back, and relaxed. Like he said while his hands spread my knees, so the underpants went tight between them.
"Huh! God!"
"Amen." He smiled, and sucked in a nipple as his fingers cam to the end of my thighs, and felt between.
"Oh, GOD!"
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Note: Again, I'm not blaming any Church for this sort of thing happening. If anything, it's just easier to hide, even without the Catholic shell-game of moving offendors to other diocese as part of a coverup. That's conspiracy to commit pedorasto, which is bad, "Mmmmkay?" ~Mr. Mackey.
Just have to point something out with a question: What's her name? "My wife," or "Mom?" I wrote her so anonymously, because this archive was basically used to have her husband arrested, and convicted of Possession of Child Pornography. So, he wouldn't be believed, "No, I've never seen these before! They must be hers!"
However, some of my recurring characters seem to prefer to hide in the Anabaptists, and post-Lutheran puritans for some reasons. For centuries, "If religion can't make people moral, it certainly didn't make them immoral."
~The Morion
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