Repost in other site that being sighted by myself. Nice story by the unknown author since 2004 kaya gonna share on u
WARNING
This is a true story that contains pedophilia, incest, bestiality, forced sex, and other objectionable content. My purpose is to lay out my history, so this is not written in the overwrought-style of most erotica, but rather more matter-of-factly, as a narrative. The people, ages, and events are real, as are the settings; however, I have changed the names to protect the innocent and guilty alike, and I hope I will not give enough information to clearly identify the people involved (myself included)
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The next day I awoke early, and spent the longest hour of my life waiting for her to wake up. When she finally did, it was in the same chirpy, happy mood she always exhibited. There was something else, though, something deeper, like a sense of profound satisfaction I perceived in her, a greater knowingness and a little less innocence. It may have been me, projecting my desired reaction onto her, but given my nervous state, I think if anything I would have projected negative emotions rather than positive
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I planned for us to have another normal day, and it certainly started out that way, but my sweet sister had other ideas. After lunch I asked where she wanted to go that day, and she replied that she didn’t want to go out, just stay in. I then asked her what she wanted to do, and she immediately piped up, “We could play married again.” I was a bit surprised, and just to be sure I asked if she wanted to cook. Instead of answering, she just smiled at me coyly, while she walked up to me and grasped my cock thDazzled, all I could think to do was to lower my shorts as my cock sprang to immediate attention. She took it in her right hand as she began lightly running her left index finger up and down my shaft. Then, without hesitation, she lowered her head and took my cock into her mouth!
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I almost lost it then. Feeling the room sway, I gently pulled her off and sat on the living room couch, then pulled her back to me and kissed her on the lips. I lied back and spread my legs, giving her full access to my genitals. She smiled as she got on her knees, and proceeded to run her tongue all over my shaft and cockhead, stroking with both of her soft little hands. The realization began to sink in that she was really enjoying this. Whether or not I was taking advantage of her, abusing or molesting her, there was no doubt that she loved what we were doing together
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This realization thrilled me, and I began to have more confidence. No longer afraid of scaring her off, I asked her if she could lick my balls a bit, and she happily complied. Then, I showed her how to pull back my foreskin gently, and the feeling of her luscious tongue on my burning flesh was indescribable. Her little hands were not strong or large enough to give my thick cock a really good stroking, of course, so I told her to concentrate on the licking, as well as to rub herself “down there,” while I stroked my cock with one hand and her cheek with the other
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A lingering remnant of caution made me warn her when I was about to come, but she just kept on swirling that little tongue of hers around my cockhead, inside her mouth. She didn’t stop when I came; even though she choked a little, she didn’t pull away. Even after I was done, she kept on sucking, so much so that it became painful to me as my cock shrank, and I had to ask her to stop.rough my underwear
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She then looked up at me, her gorgeous face dripping with semen, a wonderful smile plastered on her face. Most of my come had spilled out the sides of her mouth and dripped down her chin, onto my belly, but a little of it she must have swallowed. She licked her lips and a little more entered her mouth, and instead of spitting it out, she swallowed that too. The rest she smeared on her chest and belly, and though she did it to get it off her face and hands, like any kid would wife on her clothes, to me it looked incredibly sexy and provocative, and brought my dick back to life
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All this time she was smiling at me and giggling a little, somewhat abashed but mostly looking like she had gotten away with something. I picked her up and gave her a big kiss on the lips, ignoring the smell of my sperm. I turned her around and sat her darling little ass on my couch, then traveled down her body with my kisses until I landed squarely on her delicious little pussy. I didn’t play around this time, instead concentrating on getting her off quickly and neatly. This I accomplished, but when I looked up, I saw only a half-satisfied smile. I asked what was wrong, and she answered “You didn’t put your finger in.” I’d avoided this because it had barely been 18 hours since I had almost torn her poor cunt to pieces, but her complaint heightened my arousal and increased my confidence
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I mock-apologized to her, then apologized directly to her pussy. She giggled at this, as I offered to correct my shortcoming and make amends. I began nibbling on her lips again, and using spit for lubrication, worked my finger into her tight hole. When it was finally all in and well-lubricated, I started running my finger in and out, pressing my fingertip up against her G-spot as my knuckle popped past her vaginal sphincter ring with each stroke. Her orgasm this time was much stronger than the previous one, but when I asked her how it was, she again only half-smiled. She said it was great, but could we do it again like last night?
I’ve been accused, quite fairly, of having to be knocked over the head, dragged to a woman’s cave, and repeatedly raped by her before I begin to think she might like me. Obviously, this denseness spilled over into other aspects of my sexual life. I finally, conclusively, lost any doubt that she really, really was enjoying herself and loved what we were doing as much as I did
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I took her back to the bedroom, pulled out my dildos and K-Y, and began to dilate her pussy. This time, I concentrated only on the dilation, and only when I got my cock inside her did I begin to stimulate her. As I fucked my sister openly and honestly for the first time in my life, I realized how incredibly lucky I was. Not only was she beautiful, sexy, and as sexual as I, but she was MY sister. Her attributes would have been lost on a less perverted brother than I, and I would have been either very frustrated or very much in trouble with a less sexually-hungry sister
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As I fucked her, I began to play with her position a little. Any stories you may have read about little children taking 9-inch cocks all the way are full of crap. My 7 average inches could not go much deeper than the cockhead before striking her cervix. A mature woman’s cervix may move a little out of the way and allow penetration all the way to the bottom of the vaginal canal, but this is not possible in a little child. After trying several positions, I finally got Terry on her knees and penetrated her doggy-style from behind. She was completely game for all of this, and when I told her to rub her own pussy because I was getting abdominal cramps from bending over and reaching around, she went straight to work
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As I said, this was our first real fuck, and I enjoyed every second of it. After several minutes of being careful, I grasped my shaft with my hand and her waist with the other, and I began to pound into her again as I had the previous afternoon. Within moments she began to come, and I quickly followed suit, pouring yet another load of incestuous sperm into my sister’s vagina. My cock barely shrank, though, and as I pulled out and saw my thick white semen pouring out of her distended little cunt, I immediately hardened and dove right back in. By the time I had climaxed again, Terry had come several times – I don’t remember exactly how many
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Exhausted, I lied down beside her, rubbing her pussy and smearing my semen all over her crotch, up onto her chest, and finally dipping my fingers in that mess and slipping them into her mouth, where she sucked on them eagerly. I managed to push myself up and straddled her face, dropping my limp, dripping cock into her mouth, and sighing with pleasure as she suckled on it like a babe on her mother’s teat. I looked behind me and saw that her little fingers were busily rubbing her clit. Sure enough, a short while later she came again, and her mouth finally released by penis, forming a big smile as she looked up at me adoringly
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We spent the remainder of the two weeks mostly indoors, experimenting with different sexual positions and games. By the end of the vacation, she could swallow almost all my come, and I rarely needed the dildos before fucking her pussy. I did make use of the smallest one in her ass a couple of times, but she was very sensitive and couldn’t come that way. Also, there was no way my cock was going to fit in her pussyhole with that dildo in her anus
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As I drove her back to my parent’s town, she cried a little. I told her I would visit frequently, and I kept my word. We were unable to have that same openness of course, but we had lots of oral and manual sex over the rest of the summer, and several times I managed to fuck her
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When summer ended, she left for South America with my parents, and I missed her terribly, counting the days until winter break. When the holidays finally did arrive, I left straight from my last final exam to the airport, and flew down to her waiting arms.