Message-ID: <3663eli$9709031421@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: mccoyf@millcomm.com (Frank McCoy) Subject: REPOST: HORSSHIT.TXT 25K "Just Horseshit" (Mf, cons, incest) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.sex.incest,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199709030258.VAA24970@midas.millcomm.com> Just Horseshit An Erotic Story "This is horseshit," I complained, throwing the story printout halfway across the room. That was a mistake. I had attracted my mother's attention. "What's 'horseshit' Dear?" she asked. If nothing else, Momma's got good hearing. It was too late to even try hiding the story I had been reading. Not that Momma would be all that dismayed to find her 12-year-old daughter reading erotic fiction off the computer. It's just that I try to keep my sex-life from intruding on my parents. Momma knows I'm not a virgin, and I even think she knows who "plucked my cherry." It's just that we never seemed to discuss such things as pornographic stories and pictures. You see, while I didn't mind Momma knowing that I fooled around, I didn't want her thinking I was a pervert. HA! If I'd only known. Oh well. At least I didn't have to BELIEVE the garbage that some people wrote. Like this bullshit story. Momma's eyebrows had risen a little, when she helped me pick up the scattered sheets, and saw the title "BIG brother's day." Still, she just waited for my answer to her previous question. "Oh this stuff," I replied, emphasizing the "stuff". Momma's eyebrows twitched, and her face had a ghost of a smile, but she just waited for me to get more specific. "I mean," I said in exasperation, "it's bad enough, that someone writes a story about a 15-year-old boy fucking his little sister. I mean girls just don't do that sort of thing." Momma's grin had widened. "Oh?" she prompted with a smile. By now, I was getting into it. If my mother wanted to know what ticked me off about stories like the one in her hand, then she was going to get an earful. "I mean, girls just don't fuck their brothers," I exclaimed. "Who ever heard of such a thing?" Momma opened her mouth to say something, but I had the bit in my teeth, (so to speak,) and wasn't about to stop. "Even if you could buy THAT," I continued in disgust, "the author of this trash would have you believe that a 9-year-old little girl could actually enjoy having sex with," and here I quoted from the story, "her big brother who was hung well enough to put most men to shame, with over nine inches of solid prick-meat to shove up her tight little hole." My voice dripped with sarcasm, as I repeated the last. "Well," said my mother placatingly, "some men are bigger than others, and some girls do start younger than you did." I looked daggers at my mother. For a 23-year-old woman, Momma could be awfully dense. "Yeah," I said, "a nine-year-old girl is supposed to actually LIKE having her snatch stuffed with a nine-inch-prick. Give me a break!" I knew what I was talking about too. Even I, at 12 years old, could barely take Mike's big cock up inside me without splitting in two, and my boyfriend only has about a 7-and-a-half inch prick. No way was some little kid going to be able to take THAT monster, let alone one two inches bigger. Heck, I couldn't get all of Mike's prick inside me, even when I tried. 1 Momma shrugged, as if it wasn't all that surprising to her. "OK," I almost yelled, "suppose a 9-year-old kid DOES decide she likes fucking her big brother. These jerks have to make it unbelievable." Momma twitched her eyebrows again, almost infuriating me. "What's so unbelievable?" she asked. "THIS!" I said; poking a finger at the page so hard I almost poked a hole through it. "The guy is not only fucking his little sister with a prick big enough to choke a horse, and she is supposed to be liking it, but right HERE," I said, actually poking my finger THROUGH the paper at the offending paragraph that had annoyed me enough to start this, "he actually pushes the head of his prick right up inside the kid's WOMB, for God's sake, and squirts his sperm inside her so she gets pregnant. And she's supposed to be ENJOYING this?" I threw down the paper in disgust. "Well, some girls do," said my mother quietly. "Yeah, right," I said. That my mother would even think this was possible, was annoying. Here I had thought that Momma would know something about sex, having had three daughters by Daddy. I mean, how ignorant about sex can you be, and still have children? "You expect me to believe that a girl could take a man's prick right up inside her womb, without tearing her inside, and then have him squirt his sperm in her womb? SURE Momma, sure! And the Easter-Bunny will be over to visit us tomorrow, after Santa Claus leaves." "It's possible," Momma assured me, "If the man is big enough, and the girl is willing to try. She has to be determined though." "Momma, I can't believe you're defending this trash," I said, waving the printout in her face. "Why shouldn't I?" she asked calmly, "After all, I wrote it." "You. . . Wrote. . . This. . . Story?" I said unbelievingly. "Uhuh. And it's all true too. So I'd appreciate it if you weren't so hard on my recollection of one of my most treasured memories of the first time your father and I had sex." "You. Daddy," I spluttered. No, it couldn't be. Still, if that were true. . . I suddenly started adding two figures that had never bothered me before. If Momma got pregnant by me when she was 9 years old, and had a baby when she was 10, like the girl in the story. . . My birthday was 4 months ago. . . Momma would have to be 22. (Big sigh of relief.) Momma was 23. Then I suddenly started adding again. . . Momma's birthday was just last month. Oh shit. "You're kidding, right?" I asked weakly. Momma shook her head. She didn't look like she was joking either. "You mean that you and Daddy are. . ." I couldn't say it. "Mark is my older brother, by 6 years," confirmed Momma. "You mean, you're not married?" I asked weakly. If I was a bastard, I wanted to know. Not that it made a lot of difference. Momma and Daddy had never stinted on their love before. I knew they wouldn't stop now. 2 Momma grinned. "Didn't you finish the story?" she asked. I hadn't. I had been too disgusted to, after that one paragraph. Hurriedly, I skipped ahead to the part where the incestuous couple got married. Now THAT part was funny, how they rigged things so that others "made" them get married, as if they didn't want to. Momma could write. Which brought up the original thing that had annoyed me. "You mean to tell me that Daddy actually put his. . ." "His penis," supplied Momma. "His penis right up inside your womb, and came in you like that?" I asked weakly. "Uhuh. And I liked it too," responded Momma. I still couldn't believe it. Oh I could buy the fact that my parents were really brother and sister, now that I thought about it. It explained so many things. Still, this was too much. I thought about how Mike's prick had felt when he tried to put it all the way up inside me, and shivered. If I couldn't even take HIM, how could I believe Momma's story? I told her this. "All it takes, is a guy long enough, and a girl willing to try," my mother assured me. All of a sudden, I thought of something. "Momma!" I said, "The story said that the girl's brother had a. . . a prick over 9 inches long! Daddy's prick isn't even as long as Jerry's, and he's shorter than Mike!" Momma smiled. "What makes you say that?" she asked. "Well Momma, I've SEEN him. Even Jerry's prick hangs down to here." At this point, I pointed to a spot just below my vagina. "And Mike's hangs down even more," I continued. Momma snickered. "The size of a man's prick soft, has nothing to do with what it looks like when erect," she said. "Believe me, your father makes those two pip-squeaks look like pikers. Do you remember how big I said my brother's prick was in the story?" I shivered. The thought of an over-nine-inch prick going up inside me was scary. Yet somewhat exciting too. "Yes Momma," I said. "Well, your father was only 15 then. He's a lot bigger now." Oh shit. I tried to imagine a prick even bigger than the 9- and-a-half inch monster that Momma said got her pregnant the first time. No way. "Yeah, sure," I said. I shivered at the very thought. After that, I picked up the sheaf of papers, and re-read the story thoroughly. Momma seemed to understand, and left me alone. I finished reading that story, and several others as well. Still, I couldn't get the picture out of my mind, of a little nine-year-old girl with an enormous prick stretching her tight little hole, while her big brother squirted the child's womb full of incestuous baby-making sperm. I thought of my little sister Julie, who was about that age, and shivered. If I couldn't do it, no way could a little girl like her. Still, Momma had insisted, and as far as I know, Momma had never lied to me. 3 The next time I was over at my boyfriend's house, I asked him to try pushing it in a little harder. It HURT. Still, the feeling of him spurting inside me, while his prick was poking into my uterus was enough to make me cum like I never had before. Since this was just over a week after my period, we were trying to get as much fun as possible, before quitting until I was "safe" again. Unlike my mother and her big brother, I didn't want Mike's baby. At least, not yet anyway. Now Daddy's. . . I shivered, and wondered what put THAT idea in my head. I guess the idea of incest had been slowly growing on me, after learning that my parents had been doing it for years. It was a couple of days after that, that I approached my mother. "Momma," I said, "I want to try it." "Try what dear?" My mother was washing dishes, and not really into discussing sex. "Try doing what you did, where you took it all the way up inside you," I said. Momma stopped washing; wiped her hands on a towel; and turned to face me. "Other than advice on how to do it, which I don't think you need," she observed, "just make sure you use lots of lubricant, like KY; why are you telling me this? I should think that you and Mike would be capable of figuring things out yourselves." I was surprised. I hadn't known mother even knew I was seeing Mike. I thought SHE thought that my current boyfriend was still Jerry. Heck, even Jerry thought so. Still, he was about to get the gate, even if he did think I was his private property. My cousin Mike was twice the man Jerry was, and once he told Jerry to leave me alone, that would be that. At least in THIS state, cousins could still marry. I giggled again, at my parent's ruse that got them a marriage- license. As far as anyone around here knew, THEY were first- cousins too. "It's not that, Momma," I said. If my mother was bright enough to know who I was screwing, I wasn't dumb enough to deny it. "Oh?" she asked, "Then what is it?" "Mike isn't big enough," I said with a blush. I didn't bother to mention that Jerry was even smaller. Six inches is a great size for an 11-year-old virgin, but not worth a damn when it "came" to squirting cum directly into your womb. "So what do you want ME to do?" she asked, "Set you up with somebody bigger?" I nodded. As I've hinted before, Momma's not dumb. She got it right away. "I see," she said. "Well, if you expect me to set you up with your father, I'm going to want something out of it myself." "Huh?" I said. Of all the possible responses, this wasn't one I had expected. Anger, jealousy, calm acceptance, or even secret delight at her little girl getting fucked by the same cock that created her, were all possible scenarios that I was prepared to handle. Instead, Momma just wanted something from me, in exchange? 4 "What's that?" I asked cautiously. I knew better (being 12) than to just blindly accept ANY offer from either of my parents. Not that they would trick me. No, it's just sometimes what seemed like a good bargain to them, didn't to me. "Your period was last week," observed Momma. Suddenly, I knew what My mother was going to say, even if I didn't believe it. I was right. "If you're going to be fucking my brother," said Momma, pointing up her incestuous relationship with my father, "then I expect you to take the same chances with him that I did." "You mean?" I asked. I knew what Momma meant. I just had to hear her say it. "Uhuh," she replied. "No condoms, no diaphragm, no birth- control at all. And you do it while you're fertile; like right now. When your father squirts his seed inside your womb, I want to know there's a pretty good chance he's getting you pregnant when he does. That's my price. Take it or leave it." What a price! Still, it was so erotically sexy I didn't really have a choice. I wouldn't have even asked, if I wasn't already boiling with sexual heat at the thought of taking my own father's sperm inside my womb. This just made it all the sexier. Pregnant by my own father! And Momma not only wouldn't object, she was the one pushing for it! It just goes to show, that you never really know your parents, no matter how long you live with them. I nodded my head. "Good," said Momma, a hint of a smile crossing her face. "I've always dreamed about watching a grown man impregnate his own little girl. I never thought I'd get to see it though." I was a little worried at this. "Uh Momma?" I asked. "Yes Dear?" "Does this mean I have to keep fucking Daddy until I DO get pregnant?" One time, to feel what it was like was one thing. Being a second wife to my own father was another. "No," assured Momma, "it's just that if you DO want to do it again later, the same rules apply. No risk, no prick. Unless you're already pregnant. Got it?" "Yes Momma." I got it. Still, even if Daddy DID squirt his sperm right up inside my womb, there wasn't all that much chance of getting pregnant. I felt it was worth the risk. Especially if it would make Momma happy. "What do I do now?" I asked. For the first time since we started our discussion, Momma giggled. "Just go in the bedroom, and tell your father his little girl wants her father to get her pregnant. You won't have to do anything else." I giggled too. It WAS funny. So funny in fact, that I did just that. I don't know if Daddy had been listening, was just horny that day, or what. I do know that I found him lying naked on the bed, sporting the biggest erection that I had ever seen. Momma hadn't been exaggerating. I don't know just how big Daddy's prick was that day. Momma says it varies from just a bit over 10 inches, to slightly over 11, depending on how horny and how excited he gets. I guess the idea of fucking his own daughter and getting her pregnant made him reach new heights. (Or lengths.) 5 "Daddy," I said, trying to keep a straight face, "your little girl wants her father to put his big cock up inside her, and get her pregnant." That was almost a mistake. Daddy told me later that he almost wasted his load all over the sheets, when he heard me repeat what Momma had told me to say. It certainly excited him. Still, he managed to restrain himself. "If you want it, then sit on it," he croaked. I looked at the monster spike rising from my father's loins. No way that thing was going to fit all the way up inside me! On the other hand, there was no way I wasn't going to try either. If I didn't, I would never forgive myself. I was just starting to climb on the bed to follow Daddy's instructions, when I was interrupted. "Kids!" said Momma disgustedly, "have no idea." "Here," she said, handing me a blue and white tube, "You'll need this." "This" was a tube of KY jelly. I knew what it was, from the one time I had let Jerry try doing it in my asshole. His insistence that we try again, was one of the many reasons I was dumping him for Mike. If I let Mike fuck me in the ass, it would be because I wanted to be nice to him, not because he bugged me into doing it. Jerry only thinks of himself. Still, this monster prick would feel a lot bigger going into my cunny than Jerry's puny member had felt in my backside. Momma had a point. I squirted a large dollop of clear goop on my hand, and started working it onto Daddy's prick, until Momma stopped me. "If you keep that up," she observed, "you're going to jack him off with your hands, instead of your cunt." Momma was bold and blunt with her advice. I took one last big blob of KY, and pushed it up inside me. That would have to do. Nervously, I approached my father. I was more and more scared, the closer my cunny got to his cock. Still, I didn't stop. It was only when I was kneeling astride my father's hips, about to perform the most obscene act of all, a daughter fucking her own father, that I fully appreciated just how big Daddy was. It wouldn't fit! I mean, it was just too long! I couldn't bend Daddy's prick down far enough to fit it inside me. With Jerry, or even Mike, there had never been a problem like this. I was NOT amused by my mother's snicker as she noticed my problem. I WAS going to show her that I could fuck Daddy just like she could. . . I hoped. Straining, I lifted up until my father's prick was resting against my spread cunny lips, and fit the head inside me. Oh GOD! Daddy was not only LONGER than either Jerry or Mike, he was fatter too! It was only the fact that he was so long, that made him seem to be slim. Oh shit! Still, the lubricant (not to mention the pre-cum that was dribbling out of Daddy's prick,) made Daddy's cock slide inside me with only a slight hesitation. Oh my God, was I stuffed! Four, five, then six inches of paternal prick slid inside me, until I had more of Daddy's prick in me than even Mike had ever managed to get. 6 I felt Daddy's prick actually pushing into my uterus, just like Momma said it would, and Mike had done the previous night. Momma was right. I looked down, and was shocked to see that close to four more inches of cock still remained outside me. I wondered just what I had gotten myself into? Oh shit. Still, I pressed down. "Ah," I panted. I could feel myself spreading inside. It hurt. But not like Mike had the night before. This was a dull achy sort of hurt. "AAaahh," I gasped even louder, as I pressed down. "Slowly, at first," advised Momma. I guess if anyone knew, she did. So, I did it slowly. Bit by bit, I worked myself downward. 1/4 inch. 1/2 inch. 3/4. Three inches of my father's prick still remained outside me, when I felt either Daddy's prick shrink a little, or my uterus expand slightly, so that the tip of Daddy's cock poked inside. If it had been Mike, I'm sure the whole head would have been inside my womb by now, but Daddy was a lot fatter. Momma had climbed up on the bed behind me, by this time, telling me to, "Relax Honey. Let your father in. Easy; a piece at a time." All the while she kept massaging my back and shoulders trying to relax me. It worked. All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my gut, and knew that the head of my father's penis was inside my womb. I had done it! Now to get Daddy to cum in me, just as quick as I could, so I could say I had done it at least once. Once like this would be definitely enough. I don't know How Momma had taken it all those years when she was just nine or ten years old. I'm sure Daddy's cock must have seemed almost as big to her back then, as it did to me right now. "Oh God, oh God," Moaned Daddy, bringing me back to the present. "Now!" said Momma in my ear, "He's going to cum." With this, Momma shifted her grip on my shoulders from massaging to pushing down hard! At the same time, Daddy pushed up from below. There was a sickening stretching sensation, as the last two inches of my father's prick slid into my body. I screamed! It felt like I was being split wide open. Not even when Jerry took my virginity, had I hurt this bad. "Easy, easy," Momma panted in my ear, "You've got it all now Honey." I did. Looking down, I could see my cunny-lips splayed around the base of my father's prick, while up inside me was a throbbing something that felt like a part of me that had been missing all my life. For some reason, the pain had temporarily vanished, as my father shuddered and shook underneath me. I knew Daddy was doing his best right then, to plant a baby inside my womb. No, I didn't feel his cum inside me. I don't think you can. I did feel each jerk he gave, as he tried to force even more of his gigantic prick into my womb, and each time he squirted another jet of incestuous sperm inside me to join that already seeking my fertility. 7 I was too sore to help him; I just sat there as Daddy squirted jet after jet of thick cum into the deepest part of my womb. GOD what a kick to be able to do this for your own father! It was only when Daddy started to slow down, that my own orgasm overtook me by surprise. I hadn't really expected to get off when Daddy came inside me. The pain was too great. Even before I started, I hadn't really expected to cum. I just wanted to see if I COULD do it; not if I could enjoy it. I never EVER had an orgasm like that one. Daddy was almost finished cumming, when I felt my vagina and womb go into spasms around him. It was like I was impaled on a post, as my body squeezed and milked on my father's unbelievably huge prick, trying to milk every last drop of his precious seed into my womb where it belonged. Well, orgasms like that don't last very long. They can't, or you'd be dead. Still, it was an unbelievable experience that I wouldn't give up for the world. I never planned on repeating it, but I wouldn't have missed it either. When I finally climbed off my father, it felt as though my guts were being pulled out with his prick. First, the shrunken head popped out of my uterus, bringing an "ouch" from me as I was still quite sore inside. Then the extraction of his enormous member felt as though I was being turned inside out. I watched with amazement, as Daddy's cock shrank and shrank and shrank, until there was only a nubbin left. Momma looked at where I was staring in amazement at the two- inch long prick that was all that Daddy had left. "See," she said with satisfaction, "I told you so. BOY, you must have REALLY drained your father. I haven't seen George so small after fucking, since the last time he knocked ME up." Oh shit. This reminded me of all the incestuous sperm I had inside me. I knew it wouldn't do any good to douche, as Daddy's sperm was already in my womb. Oh well, If I got pregnant, I got pregnant. At least I didn't have to worry about the father up and deserting me. I also didn't have to worry about my mother being annoyed at me giving her another baby to raise, After all, SHE was the one who insisted that I not use birth-control. Two days later, I still couldn't believe I had done that. It was a week before I felt able to fuck Mike again, and almost a month before I tried getting HIM into my womb. It was no use. Even after having been previously opened up by Daddy, Mike just isn't long enough. I Love him, but somehow it's not quite enough. My period came around on time; so at least I didn't have that worry. On the other hand, Momma has been looking at me like the cat who has the key to the canary's cage. I think she knows what I'm feeling. Damn! Why does Momma always have to be right? I don't know WHAT I'm going to do next week, when I'm fertile again. I don't REALLY want to do that again, do I? Even if I do, do I want to take yet another chance on getting knocked-up? At least I know that Momma wasn't lying when she wrote that story. Of course, anyone reading THIS one, will probably have the same reaction: "That's Horseshit!" 8 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /