Teen shower fuck and strip party Suspect was apprehended by LP

Teen shower fuck and strip party Suspect was apprehended by LP
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My Lucky Family ? An Erotic Story The heavy manila folder holds little clue as to why the woman is there. The curator leafs through dry statistics of Name, age, sex, height, weight, the fact that the woman had a child, probably at only ten years old.

Each dry dusty page telling of treatments and mild incidents.

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None of them being serious enough to be a clue as to why she is there in the first place. Strangely, no commitment papers. Is this one of those *political* cases you hear about, where somebody is just made to disappear?

The curator's heart beats faster at both the worry and the implications of the possibility. What a bonus . a Godsend, if you will, if it turns out to be true. A way to make her name, and get out of this horrible place at the same time. After going through the thick sheaf of papers, the woman tries to stuff them back into the tan folder . only they won't *quite* fit back where they came from. A small box makes a lump in the bottom, preventing the papers from fitting inside without it being removed and replaced first.

It's a small plastic cassette-box, with merely a case-number on the cover, matching the case of the woman outside. Inside is an unlabeled tape.

The curator looks around and finds an old, heavy tape deck, almost the size of a breadbox in the corner, and hauls it out. Surprisingly, the old dinosaur still works without shredding the fragile tape. She grabs a hot cup of coffee before settling down to listen to the aged record. A <Klunk!> A hiss, and then a male voice speaks haltingly; somewhat garbled by the wrinkling of the first part of the tape. "Case number seventy-two-twenty-three," says the voice.

"Maria . Jones, since she won't tell her last name. The girl was found in the ruins, clutching her year-old daughter, with both children VERY dehydrated and long past memory of food. "This tape is being recorded to show the judge and those who might follow why this poor young woman *must* be committed to a hospital for the Criminally Insane, and never EVER be released.

After you hear it, you too will understand the danger. Even at only eleven years old, the girl is far too convincing to be allowed out in the General Public." For a second, the curator's anger flares. She *knew* this was a political case!

This will make her career for certain. That Poor Woman! "The following is a direct transcript the girl agreed to, telling her story, when asked about her father, her family, and most-importantly, her sex life before the collapse." Sex-life? Collapse? Family? What have THEY to do with why a young woman is effectively imprisoned-for-life in a mental institution?

For a minute the woman's anger flares and then dies again as the tape hisses, crackles and pops; until eventually the voice of a child speaks up clearly; hesitant at first, then firmer and stronger. No, I never really remember the first time I had sex. Sex was just something Dad and I did, as far back as I remember .

even further.

In fact, the first time I remember being aware of sex at all, was watching my two brothers pork my little sister, when she was about three, and they were about five and seven. All three kids were having a grand time; although the boys weren't old enough to squirt in Lena yet. Of course, *she* enjoyed it more than they did; having *two* hunky big brothers to fuck, while (at the time) they only had one little sister.

It would be probably five or six years before Josh ejaculated in Momma and then later my sisters and me; and longer than that before Michael left his first big squirt of semen inside Cindy's little slit one day while the other kids were all playing "house" with Lena playing the mom, Josh playing the dad, and the two younger kids playing their children watching "Mom and Dad make a baby" and then copying them.

With me being the oldest, naturally I started long before they did; only I started with Dad, since my brothers were either too young or hadn't been born yet. Yes, I had sex with Dad since I was a baby. Momma has pictures of me sucking Dad off in the high-chair, and Dad squirting thick gooey cum all over (and in!) my baby-vagina while I was still in diapers.

By the time I was three, out of diapers, and the crib occupied by my little brother, I was sleeping all the time between Momma and Dad. I understand that about half the time Dad and Momma would make love while I watched . and the other half Dad would make love to me instead.

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I'd either suck Dad off, or he'd put his big dong up between my legs and squirt his thick gooey cum up in and on me . usually IN me, as he sealed his prick against my tiny hole and ejaculated gooey gobs of cum right up inside my body, through my still virginal hymen, so it sometimes took *hours* to leak out afterwards.

By the time I was three or four, Dad usually managed to get the head of his prick and probably an inch or two of the shaft up my hole, so it wasn't nearly so messy when he filled my belly with his goo.

By then Dad was also fucking me in the ass; almost as often, but not much deeper. Besides that, I usually sucked Dad off about two or three times a day as well. Me? No I didn't mind it. If it made Dad feel good to have me suck his prick or squirt his cum up inside my cunny, then why not? It sure didn't hurt me, it made Dad feel good, and it sure didn't bother Momma.

Like I said, it was seeing my little brother and sister having sex . full vaginal intercourse, that eventually clued me in that what Dad and I did was having sex too. Dumb, but that's the way it was. Before that, fucking and sucking Dad was just something I did . something physical no more unusual than kissing or taking a bath together.

Even there, I never realized that Dad's kisses were anything unusual from what most kids got, as Momma and Dad *always* gave us kids open-mouthed kisses filled with lots of tongue. We never realized there *was* another way to kiss, until one of Josh's little girlfriends said, "Gross!" when he stuck his tongue halfway down the little girl's throat.

After that, Mom showed us all how to do "friend" kisses to use with non family. Did I mind having sex with Dad? Why should I? There wasn't anything *wrong* with it; and it felt good. Besides, Dad Liked getting off in me, especially once I got to be about five or six years old and could take four or five inches of his prick, and then later ALL of his penis up inside my hot little hole when he ejaculated his sperm inside me.

Like I said, it felt GOOD to have Dad shaking and shoving on top of me, while he jerked thick greasy gobs of goo into my belly. That the semen he was squirting inside me contained millions of the same sperm that had created me years earlier in Momma's tummy, just added to the thrill; knowing Dad loved me enough to even *try* to get me pregnant with his baby, just like he did our mother.

Of course, by then, Dad was also almost-fucking my little sister Lena; sliding about two or three inches in and out of the cute little fuck before squirting her tight little ass or cunny almost as full of thick gooey cum as he usually did in me, when he slid all the way up inside me and ejaculated his sperm right into my womb where it belonged. Lena liked to suck Dad off too; though (like in her cunny) the kid couldn't get more than a few inches into her mouth.

Still, they both had fun; and Dad seemed to like ejaculating his sperm in the youngster's tummy almost as much as he liked porking me. Even Cindy got her share from Dad, if not quite as much as us older kids.

I remember watching Dad standing by the high-chair, his prick bulging as he sent several gobs of sticky goo into our little sister's mouth as the baby sucked on the tip and barely managed to get the glans into her tiny mouth as Dad filled her tummy with his sperm. Cindy liked sucking Dad off as much as us older girls did. Huh?

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Of *course* we liked sucking Dad off! You'd think it was something disgusting or something, the way some people act when it's even mentioned. While not the greatest tasting thing to eat or swallow, it's not that bad either.

Mainly it's just sticky and bland. Not my favorite food . but not something I'd turn down if offered when hungry, either. Oh, I wouldn't suck Dad's dick after it's been in my ass or something; but other than that, it's not nasty, no matter what some people say. Even after Dad has had it up my cunny or my sister's, for that matter, it's not bad. Heck, both of my sisters taste pretty good, if you ask me. Besides having the little kid suck him off, sometimes when Cindy was fresh from having her diaper changed, Dad would jack-off into the little kid .

sometimes even using MY hole to get wet in, before holding his prick up against the youngster's tiny little cleft and then squirting great gray gobs of sticky goo onto and into the little girl, before closing up her diaper with his cum still filling Cindy's tight little slit and the diaper itself.

It was so exciting, knowing that at least *some* of Dad's cum was actually inside the tot's tiny little cunny where it belonged; as if Dad was trying to get our little sister pregnant before her second birthday.

So, Dad and I had sex for years; oral, anal and vaginal. After a while, my two little brothers joined in; fucking both me, my mother, and (when they got a little bigger) both of our little sisters too.

Didn't I think it was wrong? What planet are you from, anyway? Wrong? Wrong to love my own father? OK, wrong to *make love to my own father*? What's the difference? I'm sure Dad liked it just as much as I did. What's WRONG about sucking your father's prick, especially if he likes it? What's WRONG about swallowing his cum . It's tasty, rich in protein, and good for you. What's WRONG about cuddling up with your little brother, and having his little prick scratch the itch in your cunny?

What's WRONG about sex anyway? Geesh! Dad? Dad having sex with ME? What's wrong about THAT? What's WRONG about your father loving you enough to do the same things with you that he does with his wife, the one he loves most in the world?

What's WRONG with him making you feel good with his tongue, body, and especially his prick inside you, warming you up and loving you in the best way possible?

Besides, how the FUCK could I ever feel it was WRONG to love my own dad, especially since we'd been making love practically since the day I was born? Wrong? I'll tell you what's WRONG with the world. WRONG is when a father beats his little girl, abandons her and her mother as a baby.

WRONG is when a father comes home drunk and beats his wife. WRONG is when a father doesn't get enough sex, and leaves his family for another. Wrong is when a father never gets to see his little girl naked and feel her cunny wrapped around his prick . being forced to leave that to some STRANGER who will never love her like he does. WRONG is seeing your father all horny and lonely, being forced to jack-off because your mother isn't available, and you're too self-centered and selfish to give him the relief he needs with your mouth or tight little cunny.

WRONG is never getting to go to sleep with your father, the one who loves you most in the world, his prick limp inside you after filling your womb with his seed. WRONG is having to hide your love for the most important man in your world by *pretending* you don't want to got to bed with or have sex with him.

WRONG is spitting out cum or making faces, when your father ejaculates in your mouth, instead of showing your appreciation by licking your lips and smiling as you swallow each precious drop. WRONG is never telling your father how much you like his prick swelling and then spurting inside you. No, wrong is not loving your father in the most intimate way possible; and wrong is him not showing his love for you in the same way.

All too many families break up because of lack-of-love. How can it possibly be wrong to touch, kiss, cuddle-with, fellate, lick, suck, and yes, have full vaginal intercourse with those you love, and who love you?

I pity the poor girls who are forced to go through life without once tasting the pungent flavor of their own father's cum; never feel his arms around them while they lie naked in bed together, never feel his swollen prick inching inside their bellies, and their father's prick swelling and pouring his love into the fertile depths of their wombs.

Most of all though, I pity those poor girls who never ever EVER get to feel their father's baby growing inside their wombs; kicking and squirming their way to life inside their bodies like they once kicked and squirmed inside their mother. Such a sad life, both for you AND the poor father who never once gets to feel his little girl naked next to him in bed, her arms wrapped around him as she squirms her tight little tunnel down on his prick, and then loves it with her body until he finally gives her the love she wants by pouring his seed into her womb and making a life there that they both will love.

No, how can it even FEEL wrong? Having made love to Dad ever since I was a baby, how could it EVER feel wrong to me? What would feel wrong would be going to bed at night without once feeling Dad show how much he loved me and how much I turned him on. Not feeling Dad's prick vibrating in my mouth as he prepared to squirt his precious seed, so I could taste every delicious drop.

Not feeling my father push up hard inside me, his prick stiff and swollen as he begins flooding my insides with squirt after thick white squirt of his precious sperm-laden cum; as my own parent jerks and thrusts, and TRIES to plant his baby deep in my womb. Never feeling Dad cuddled up to me from behind, as we nap in the afternoon; his wilting prick holding his precious seed inside me, so it doesn't leak all over the bed.

Never watching dad show his *real* love for my little sister by holding her, cuddling her, and then slipping his prick inside the little kid until her belly is bulging from our father's penis jerking and swelling inside her tiny belly; pumping in and out until Dad shows how much he loves my little sister by flooding her tiny little womb with the same precious seed he just finished ejaculating in my own tummy not an hour earlier.

Wrong? WRONG?

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How can it be wrong to love your own father? That would be like it being wrong to eat, drink, or take a shit. (Though I understand SOME perverts even think THAT is nasty, and try to hide such a natural thing as eliminating your wastes. Can you *imagine*? Taking a pee, or having to shit being NASTY? That's almost as insane as thinking SEX is nasty or evil!) I'll tell you WRONG!

Wrong is seeing your father jerking his cum into an unfeeling rag, when you *could* be sucking his prick and tasting it yourself, or better yet feeling it squirt up inside your cunny like a woman should. Wrong is having to sleep alone, night after night, just because your father feels *guilty* about giving you the sex you so desperately need from him. Feeling guilty for doing the most natural thing in the world?

Wrong is seeing your brother and sister fighting over a toy, when they could both be fighting *together* to get his cum deep inside her tummy where it belongs.

Wrong is a father sitting with his little girl on his lap, straining to repress a hard-on, when he *could* be making both of them feel good by sliding it up inside his daughter's tight little hole, where it will make *both* of them feel good, and relieve the pressure in his balls by emptying his seed into her waiting young womb.

Wrong is acting disgusted when your little brother peeks in on you taking a bath, instead of inviting the kid in to feel you up, and later join you in bed so you can relieve his sexual curiosity the right way .

by fucking him, like a sister should. Wrong is fighting, fighting, FIGHTING your sexuality by wearing ugly clothes around your parents, so they won't feel obligated to give you what you *really* want . a belly full of your own father's prick and thick white semen filled with his virile sperm.

Wrong is never being allowed to suck your father's prick, just because you want to, it tastes good, and most-of-all, because you know your father likes it.

Wrong is never feeling your father or mother licking you "down there" because some idiot in a pulpit thinks it's "nasty" and "against nature", instead of being the most natural thing in the world for parent and child to snuggle up in bed together and make love with mouths, cunnies, pricks, or even assholes.

Wrong is never feeling your father sliding his prick inside you, just because he knows you're horny and need a good fuck.

Wrong is never EVER feeling your father's prick swelling inside you after a deliciously long screw, then bursting with the precious squirts of your own father's potent seed jetting into your belly when you're between periods, fertile, and your developing body needs sex the most. Having a baby? What's wrong with having a baby? Oh . You mean having one by my *father*, as if that was something to be avoided?

For God's sakes, WHY? Dad loved me, I loved Dad . Why *shouldn't* we have a baby together? It's not as though I planned to *marry* my own father or anything. Having a baby is just the natural result of having sex; and I certainly wasn't going to stop loving Dad, just because my body was getting ripe to have a child of my own!

When I do get married (probably in a year or two) I'll just expect my husband to take care of our little girl like Dad took care of me all these years.

At the time he first knocked me up, I certainly didn't even *think* of avoiding sex with Dad, to avoid getting pregnant. If anything, thinking about it, I *wanted" to have my father's kid in my belly.

And, I'm pretty sure Dad wanted the same thing. When I was nine, about four months after I had my first period and had three more, Mom decided it was time us kids got a little more "formal" sex-education, so us girls (especially me) didn't get pregnant "by accident". Well, it certainly wouldn't be by accident after *that* lesson! Momma got all of us kids in the big bedroom, and explained how girls like me (and eventually both of my little sisters) produced an egg each month, and if it didn't get fertilized by having a man pump his sperm in the girl's belly, her body shed the egg that month in a bloody-looking "period" and the girl's body then got ready so (with luck) she could get pregnant the next month.

THEN, Momma told how (again, with luck) I could be ovulating *right then*, and had Dad get on top of me, slide his prick up inside my cunny, and ejaculate his sperm-filled cum inside my vagina, so we could all see *exactly* how a man planted his baby in a little girl (me).

After that demonstration of baby-making, Momma made Dad promise to fuck me and ejaculate his sperm in me every day, so I could feel (and they could see) what it was like to have a real MAN get me pregnant with his babies. Yes, Momma *wanted* Dad to get me pregnant.

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In fact, she made Dad and both my two brothers *promise* to fuck, cum in, and get all three of us girls pregnant with their babies as often as they could . and they did. By that time, Dad was already fucking Lena properly; having full vaginal intercourse with our little sister; sliding his swollen prick to the hilt in the little girl and ejaculating his sperm all the way up in her tummy, as Dad *tried* to get her pregnant years before she ever started ovulating.

Of course, Cindy had to outdo both of us older girls. I remember watching Dad fuck her and cum in her vagina when she was only eight months' old; somehow managing to get almost an inch and a half of our father's thick prick inside her tiny little slot, while Dad jerked, thrust, and filled our little sister's baby cunny with thick squirts of sticky white baby-juice.

By the time she was three, Dad was fucking the little kid properly. We would all gather around and watch as Dad had our little sister on the couch; sliding his dick almost all the way up into the little kid until Cindy's tummy was all swollen from Dad's prick bulging and then squirting inside her.

Then, while Momma encouraged him, Dad would fill our little sister's tummy with thick heavy gobs of incestuous cum, just like he did with us older girls; actually *trying* to get our little sister pregnant with his baby at least two whole years before she ever started kindergarten. But then, Momma says Dad had done something similar with *me* when I was her age and even before.

Only I was just too young at the time to remember it. <Sigh.> What MORE could a little girl ask, than to be raised in a truly loving household than that? One where not only her own brothers love her enough to have sex with her every day when her body is developing and she needs sex the most, but her own FATHER is willing to fuck her, cum in her, and get her pregnant with his babies, just like he does (did) her own mother?

No wonder I love my dad so much.

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I understand (now) that not many little girls have parents that will do that for their kids. Can you see why I love to have my father squirt his cum down my throat or up my cunny so much? To me, having almost continuous oral, anal, and vaginal sex, almost from the day I was born until I had my own kid at a little over ten years old, *at the time*; with Dad ejaculating his cum down my throat, up my ass, and into my developing vagina almost every day, was just the normal life I thought *all* kids had, instead of only a precious few like my brothers, sisters, and I did.

God, I was SO lucky! I feel sorry for you people. How incredibly sad for you. You say you have a son and daughter yourself? How sad for them too. It makes me weep for a father who never learns how much his little girl really loves him, by feeling her body wrapped around his, her tight little cunny squeezing the precious fluid from his body into hers.

It makes me weep to think of a daughter who never will know the true love of her father. Never to feel his body next to hers, his thick member inside her body, spurting love into the very center of her soul. A child who will grow up unloved and forced out in the world to learn a sad travesty of it from some stranger. A girl who never gets to feel the child of their love beating it's way to life in her body, in the most intimate act of love a father and daughter can have.

I weep to think of a child who will never sit on her grandfather's lap, his staff of love buried deep in her body; filling her with the love that only a grandparent can have for a little girl. I weep to think of a grandfather, never to feel his granddaughter's tight little cunny sliding down his prick and then sitting there loving him in the way only a granddaughter can, until he erupts in thick white squirts into his little girl's womb.

I weep to think of a brother and sister, never to know the true love of Family; instead squabbling over toys and fighting, rather than enjoying each other's body the way nature intended. To be a little girl, NEVER going to sleep with her brother's prick buried in her tight little slit, still leaking brotherly cum into her body.

To be a boy, never to feel his sister wrapped around his penis as they go to sleep at night, cuddled up in the love for each other that only siblings can know.

To never feel your brother's prick spurting thin boy-cum in your mouth; never to taste your brother's seed; never to feel his penis in your bum, and never ever to know the ultimate joy of feeling his baby growing inside you.

It makes me cry. I cannot help but cry, thinking of whole generations of daughters who will never know how much their fathers truly love them.

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Of parents who never will share with their children the love that only a parent can share with a child . of mating and yes, having sex with them.

Little boys who will never share their beds with their mothers, girls who never will feel the joy of sleeping with their father, his thick prick leaking precious sperm in their bellies after a bout of loving sex that only a father and daughter can share. Yes, I weep for you . You and those people out there you call, "Normal Society" who never will know what true love and happiness are, all because of an incredibly STUPID taboo against the most common and natural love there ever could be .

that of a parent for a child and child for its family. Stupid, stupid, STUPID taboo! The rest of the tape is filled with hisses and pops, and a quiet sobbing until it stops with a jerk at the end. The young curator, now weeping herself, pops the plastic item out of the deck and replaces it in the manila folder. The woman remembers a study in college, where a professor had studied memes; and had started an experiment with his class.

For several weeks he bullied and pushed his class into being a cohesive whole that also bullied and rejected any difference.

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The students were taught pride-of- class, and to look down on lesser people who didn't have the same values. Class attendance SOARED over the next few weeks, as the professor taught the class the values and methods . of fascism. He was absolutely astounded and dismayed at how fast and furious the class grew in size, with hundreds of students fighting to join the class, and for the class itself to accept the idea of looking down on a stranger, putting class goals above self, and valuing *only* what one could do for those on the inside.

When, after several weeks ended, the professor revealed that he was merely giving the class a demonstration of memes and their power, in this case of fascism, there was almost a riot.

Thoughts and beliefs ARE dangerous . especially when tightly held and obviously believed by the person doing the telling. This country has a grand and glorious history of allowing *all* people to speak out and spread their beliefs far and wide.

Communists and Nazi thugs both are allowed to proselytize. The KKK is allowed to hold marches in the streets of Missouri, and the Sons of the Reverend Sun Yung Moon are allowed to sell flowers and recruit cult members on the Streets of San Francisco. All allowed, and none suppressed, in the name of "Freedom of speech" and "Freedom of Religion" the basic freedoms to speak up and push *your* beliefs onto others, to *talk* and tell why your method-of- life is better.

However, *some* beliefs and lifestyles are still vigorously suppressed, even in the USA. Some are public, like the Mormon Polygamy . and some so violently opposed by Society that they aren't named or even allowed to be spoken *about*. Dangerous beliefs that could destroy Society as it now is, if a True Believer was allowed to speak up and convince others of the Truth of his or her convictions. But then . Who is to say such a new society might not be better than the horror we now live in?

Also, the world and United States are not the same places they were thirty, twenty, or even ten years ago, either. Then the curator stares blindly out the window, past and through the woman whose case she had worried about earlier; having not the slightest idea of what she *is* going to do; the filing cabinet remaining open by her side as she almost forgets it's there; a cold cup of coffee remaining forlorn and undrunk on the almost bare surface of the big desk.

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