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)
When summer vacation came, I kept my apartment near college, and had her visit for a couple of weeks. We explored each other much more openly then. We started our first night by taking another bath together, everything proceeding just as it had in Florida, except she was not surprised this time by my jism, and in fact it seemed to entertain her. So much so, in fact, that she worked my cock extra hard as I came, as if she wanted to get as much out of me as possible. We finished up and got dressed
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After that, I changed the game completely, telling her we could play husband and wife. She pretended to cook and I pretended to eat. When she got bored with that, I asked her if she could name some of the other things husbands and wives do together. She named several, but off the mark I was shooting for. I then added that husbands and wives make babies together, and asked if she wanted to pretend. She was excited by the notion, and we went to my bedroom. There, I kissed her as gently as any lover could on her sweet lips, slowly untying her nightie and pulling it off, kissing her naked body as I did so
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I lay her delicate little frame on the bed and kept kissing her, working my way down to her sexy hairless snatch. I began flicking my tongue all around, up her thighs, her pelvic bone, her butt cheeks, always working closer until finally I pounced on her pussy and nibbled like a maniac. She
instantly came, shuddering more intensely than she had ever before. I didn’t stop, though, but rather started licking up and down her crack, spreading her lips apart in search of her clit. When I found it, I concentrated all my efforts on it, flicking my tongue up and down, left and right, until another spasm announced her third orgasm of the night
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I slowed down at that point, since I had learned how sensitive clits can be after climax. Instead, I licked all around, trying to get my tongue in her hole. When that didn’t work, I used as much spit as I could and slowly started pushing my finger into her virginal vaginal hole. By this point I had been planning ahead, and though I never wanted to cause her any pain, I knew there was something I had to do to avoid a potential premature end to our budding relationship
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I reached over to my nightstand and pulled out a tube of analgesic/anesthetic cream, and squirted some into her pussy. When her hole was lubricated and loosened enough that I could slide my finger in and out easily, I pushed some more cream in and then felt for her hymen. I knew most hymens had a small opening in the middle that grew with age and allowed menstrual flow to pass after puberty. I used my middle finger to tickle her anus as she began to come again, and just as she climaxed, I tore my index finger around her hymen as hard as I could, feeling it give. I didn’t stop until her orgasm subsided, then quickly pulled my bloodied finger out and covered her crotch with a burgundy washcloth I’d placed under the mattress for that purpose
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She looked a little confused and pained. I asked her what was wrong. Did she want to stop playing? She said no, that she just hurt a little, but we could play some more. I suggested she keep the towel on because she was a little wet and could stain the bedspread. I then pulled her panties back on over the washcloth and lied down beside her
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I tickled her a little, lightly, up and down her precious tiny body. I then started kissing her lightly on the lips, and finally began licking her lips, slowly inserting my tongue in her mouth. We kissed like that for a while, holding each other and just enjoying the moment – despite my newly awoken hard-on
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After a long while, I asked if she felt better, and she said yes. Then I offered to turn off the lights and go to sleep, but she asked me if we weren’t going to play with my thingy too. Cold shivers ran down my spine as I asked her if she wanted to. She smiled and jumped up, turning herself around and landing with my cock almost in her face. She glanced up with a playful look at me as she grabbed my rod and started pumping. I winced and jerked as she yanked several hairs out of my scrotum, but managed to avoid startling her too much. I told her that I was dry and it hurt a little like that. She asked if I wanted to go back to the shower, but I had an inspiration
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I pretended I was too tired to get up, but maybe she could get me wet the same way I got her wet? She hesitated for a moment, then tentatively touched the tip of her soft, warm tongue to the side of my shaft. Finding that the taste didn’t offend her, she started to work her precious tongue up and down the shaft, avoiding my cockhead for the moment. The sensation was unbelievable, and the sight of my gorgeous, sexy 7-year-old baby sister licking my cock was almost too much to bear
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Unable to stand it much longer, I asked if she wanted to do me a special favor: could she please put the tip of my wee-wee in her mouth and lick it like a lollipop? I could tell from her expression she really didn’t want too, so I asked pretty-please. A little unsure, she nonetheless got up on her
knees and lowered her head gently onto my cock, pausing a little to sniff my pre-come before opening her mouth and engulfing me in heaven
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With just a few swirls of her delicious tongue I exploded in orgasm, pumping out what felt like a gallon of semen. She jumped back, coughing and spitting some of the semen out, swallowing some and wiping the rest off her face. My pleasure turned instantly to guilt as I sprang forward, hugging her and thanking her, telling her what a wonderful sister she was, cuddling her in my arms and thanking her for a wonderful pleasure
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Most of her face and some of her chest were smeared with my sperm, and much of that rubbed off on me as we hugged. I led her to the bathroom and drew a bath, then carefully pulled her undies off with the washcloth, sat her in the tub and joined her. I used a good amount of Mr. Bubble so she wouldn’t notice the small bit of blood still issuing from her vagina. I washed her off carefully, making sure not to do anything sexual since I didn’t want to scare her off. I understood it was all still a game to her – fun, pleasurable, and naughty, but still a game. I didn’t want to push too hard and make it seem too serious, because I figured all children must have some instincts that warn them away from engaging in sexual relations before they are ready. Terry may have been eager, but I wasn’t about to take any chances.