Message-ID: <3735eli$9709051113@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: mccoyf@millcomm.com (Frank McCoy) Subject: REPOST: MOLESTED.TXT 18K "On 'being molested'" (Mf, cons, incest, pedo, preg) Newsgroups: alt.sex.incest,alt.sex.stories.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: <199709050319.WAA27873@midas.millcomm.com> On "being molested" An Erotic Story There's been a lot of talk these days about child-abuse and molestation. Well, some people out there would say that my parents "molested" both me and my sisters. And yes, quite a few people these days would even call what they did child-abuse. Only we never thought of it like that. I mean, how can anyone claim I was "abused," if I not only liked it, wanted it, and even asked for it? (ASKED? Hell, I practically BEGGED for it.) And no, I wasn't ignorant either. My sisters and I ALL knew just what was happening each time, and were fully aware of the consequences. I know some of you think that a 6-year-old girl can't possibly know enough about sex and the implications to make a "rational" decision, but at each step of the way Mother made sure we knew just what was happening, and what we were getting into. If that isn't "informed consent," then what is? Of course, I'll admit that neither of my sisters nor I would probably have raised any objections to what our parents wanted to do, even if we HADN'T wanted to do it ourselves. I mean, how many kids do YOU know who would object to anything their parents told them to do, even if it hurt? At least, as long as it didn't hurt them permanently, or too much, or something. And what if the kids LIKED what their parents wanted? Say like eating ice- cream? Can you imagine a kid refusing to follow his or her parents' request to eat candy? This was something like that. How can you call it abuse when, once we knew what it was like, WE were the ones begging and pleading for it? Now if you had made me STOP, once I knew what was going on, THAT I would consider abuse! It felt way too good to stop. Of course, you know I'm talking about sex. When my sisters and I got to be 6 years old, Mother had Dad teach each of us about sex. Uhuh. Yes, by Dad actually having sex with each of us. Mother said that, "The only way to REALLY know what sex is all about, and what it's like, is to do it." So Mother had Dad have sex with each of us, from the time we were 6, until we each reached puberty. Yes, our father had full vaginal intercourse with each of his daughters, where the man puts his penis right up inside the little girl's vagina, and ejaculates his sperm inside her; just like he was trying to get her pregnant with his baby. And once we DID get old enough to have babies, instead of making our father stop, Mother had him get each of us pregnant at least once, "So we could feel what it was like to have a baby." Yeah, just like it sounds. All I really remember of the first time Dad fucked me, was my father coming into our bedroom after the birthday party was over; climbing on the bed between me and Carol; and getting on top of me. I knew what was going to happen from watching Dad fuck both my big sisters, and when he got Carol pregnant about three months earlier. So it wasn't any big shock to me to feel my father getting between MY legs, just like I had seen him get between my sisters' legs so many times before. What DID surprise me, was just how BIG my father was. (No, not "down there", Dummy, I mean PHYSICALLY big. Dad must have weighed 300 pounds, and I weighed only a little over 50.) 1 So the bed really SAGGED when Dad got on it; and his body almost covered mine like a blanket. I was only a little over half as tall as Dad back then, and until he got on top of me, while I had always looked up to him, I just hadn't realizes just how HUGE my father was. Of course, my sisters did, but always before I had just watched THEM getting fucked, and never realized just how much of a man my father really was. Dad had to be really careful when fucking us, so he didn't accidentally hurt us, or just squash us by accident. What? Dad's prick? No, it wasn't THAT big; barely 6 inches or so long, and not unusually fat either, I understand. Perfectly normal male penis. Of course to ME, it looked incredibly huge, just like the rest of my father's body. If I hadn't already seen Dad put it inside both of my sisters (who seemed to like it) I never would have believed he would fit it inside me. But they seemed to stretch, so I figured I would too. It never seemed to hurt THEM, so I figured (or at least hoped anyway) that it wouldn't hurt me, either. Well, not much anyway. Mother HAD explained about my virginity, and how Dad was going to have to "take" it; so it might hurt the first time. Huh? Of course not! What kind of monsters do you think my parents were, anyway? If I had objected, Dad would have stopped immediately, and if he hadn't wanted to, Mother would have made him. Dad is NOT a rapist! (Only why SHOULD I have objected?) I knew that my mother wanted me to learn about sex, just like my sisters had learned, when they were my age. I also knew that Dad had enjoyed teaching my sisters, and I wanted to make him feel good; just like they did. And most important, I knew both of my big sisters enjoyed feeling Dad's penis squirting thick sticky cum inside their cunnies almost as much as my father liked feeling their tight little slits squeezing the sperm out of his prick. This was more like me feeling that I was FINALLY going to be "allowed" to join in the fun, than anyone pressuring me into "letting" Dad fuck me. Did it hurt? I suppose a little. I only remember it vaguely. I DO remember Dad seeming to be awful huge on top of me, and a slight achy feeling in my tummy when he first slid his prick inside me. Yes, slid . . . Mother probably put enough KY on the two of us to lubricate a battleship. Mother did NOT want her little girl getting hurt because Dad had to force his prick into a dry vagina on the first time. The next thing I remember, is locking my heels around Dad's legs; as I came to the first orgasm of my life with my own father's prick buried to the hilt in my belly; squirting thick white cum inside my body . . . . Only both of my sisters AND Mother insist it wasn't really that way at all. They all tell me that the first time I didn't really enjoy it; while Dad could barely manage to get half his penis inside me, and almost wasn't able to get off at all; as my discomfort at the first time of being fucked made his prick wilt until he almost couldn't cum inside me. Thankfully, my father was a better lover than that, and DID manage to cum inside me then, so I wouldn't feel cheated. They say it wasn't until about my third time with Dad, that I really enjoyed it, and it was over 6 months, before I actually came for the first time with my own father pumping his thick white baby-juice up inside my womb. 2 Whatever. _I_ remember cumming with Dad that first time, whether they do or not. I much prefer MY memory to theirs. Besides, I know I would have enjoyed having my father ejaculate his sperm inside me, whether it felt good to me or not. I love my father. After that first time, Dad just added me to the schedule, and usually fucked me about two or three times a week; just like he did my two older sisters. Over the next five years, I not only felt dad fuck me; but I watched my father fuck Carol and Kari as well; getting the younger girl pregnant once and Carol twice, before I finally got old enough for Dad to impregnate me too. I don't think any of us girls went more than about five days at the longest, in that time, without at least once feeling our father squirt a thick helping of incestuous cum inside our horny little slits. Mother always made sure her brother fucked each of us at least once a week, and usually at least twice. Especially, when we were fertile, and there was a good chance we might get pregnant. Actually, I think it was US who chased Dad, when we were between periods, more than him chasing us. I think that having three nubile young daughters, and an equally horny sister, all trying to get him to fuck them (and yes, even get each of them pregnant) was wearing our father out. For sure we all liked the idea of having Dad father a child on each of us, almost as much as Mother liked it . . . or at least Carol and I did. While Kari seemed to like getting fucked, and even feeling her own father squirting thick white cum right up inside her horny young womb, just as much as the rest of us did; she also seemed to be just as happy with only her son Mike, as either Carol or I were with all of our kids by Dad. Yes, kids! You don't think my sister and I stopped at just one baby apiece, do you? Not once we knew what it was like. Oh stop looking so shocked! I've found out this goes on all the time in various families like ours; though very few people ever admit that their first child was conceived with one of their parents. Yes, I told you before; we all knew EXACTLY what was going on. We should have; after having sex, with our own father squirting thick white baby-juice right up inside our tummies at least once a week since our sixth birthday, and our mother telling us all the time exactly what Dad was doing, when he did it. I think Mother got a kick out of seeing her own brother jerking and straining on top of her daughters, while she told each of us how our own father was ejaculating the thick sticky white-stuff that made babies right up inside our wombs, where it belonged; just like he had done to her when she was our age, to make us in HER womb. And, as I said earlier, we liked it too. Once you've felt your own father's thick cock stretching your cunny while he slides in and out, you get to like it so much that after a while the thought of him squirting a baby in your tummy becomes more of a thrill at knowing you CAN get pregnant by your own father, than a scare about the dangers of pregnancy. 3 So, instead of wanting our father to pull out so we wouldn't get pregnant, usually we would have our ankles locked around Dad's legs when he started to cum, so he couldn't have pulled out if he had wanted to. (Not that I think he ever did . . . want to pull out, that is.) Knowing we didn't mind; Mother had Dad keep right on fucking us; squirting incestuous sperm right up inside our fertile young wombs, even when we started having periods. That way we each got to feel what it was like to get pregnant by our own father and carry his baby to term, so we knew what sex was REALLY all about. After we each gotten pregnant that first time, Mother let each of us have as many babies by our father as we wanted; whether it was just one like my sister Kari, or a whole litter like Carol and I did. Mother let us know that birth-control was available for each of us, if we wanted it, but didn't insist on us using it or not using it. Also, once we had that first baby by Dad, our parents let us go and fuck whomever we wanted to. I guess they figured that by then, since we knew what sex was all about, we could make our own decisions. Only to some of us, (like Carol and me) going out with some fumbling boy seemed like playing with 2-year-olds, compared with feeling a man like Dad making love to us. And as for birth- control, (at least for me anyway) that wasn't one of the options. I had grown so used to feeling my father's thick prick squirting thick white baby-juice inside me at least once a week, that if I had to go that long without getting laid at least once, I was usually a bag of nerves, until Mother noticed, and sent Dad down to "cool me off" with another thick *squirt* of incestuous cum. I found I LIKED the idea of carrying my father's seed in my womb, and actually looked forward each time to feeling his baby growing inside me. There's something about knowing your father loves you enough to ejaculate his sperm inside you and get you pregnant with his baby, while at the same time YOU love him enough to have him do it, that can't be described to anyone who hasn't had an incestuous love affair. To feel your own father grunting and sweating on top of you, while you squeeze the sperm out of his thick prick, and up inside your welcoming womb where it belongs, while you both know you might be creating a new life that's part of both of you has to be felt to be really appreciated. I'm so glad Mother started our father fucking each of us when we were young, so we fully appreciated what was going to happen once we reached puberty. Otherwise, we might have just confused the joy and pleasure of feeling Dad's thick fat prick sliding in and out, of our vaginas, before he started jerking inside us and squirting thick white baby-juice in our tight little slits, with the thrill of conceiving a child by our own father. 4 Of course, I didn't have it as nice as my two older sisters did. Being the third child in a string of three girls, I had to share dad with the older girls when I finally got old enough for Mother to have him teach me about sex. Carol got to have Dad all to herself almost; going to sleep almost every night with a tummy filled with Dad's thick white cum, before Kari finally got old enough to learn about sex too. Even Kari only had to share him with Carol for almost three years, before I got to feel Dad squirting my tummy full of cum like they did. Sometimes I think it isn't FAIR, being the third child in a string of girls. That's why I've been so glad that when Dad got ME pregnant, every other one was a boy, except the last two girls. At least MY daughters all have older brothers to fuck when they learn about sex. Mother says that in about a year we'll have to start showing them how to do it together. Dad has too much to do already; what with fucking HIS sister, me, MY two sisters, and Jennifer (Kari's daughter) as well. Carol's kids have been all sleeping in the same bed (just like mine have) since the boy was four and the two oldest kids have already been fucking like bunnies for over a year now; so Mother isn't worried about them. It won't be quite the same thrill for our kids that it was for US, but Mother tells me she and Dad had almost as much fun when Grandpa and Grandma first put them in the same bed (at an even younger age than I was, when she first had Dad fuck me). Of course, Dad is a LOT bigger now than he was back then. Mother says that when Jason is five, he'll be old enough to learn how to fuck his little sister, even though Karen will only be three and a half. That's over two years younger than I was, the first time she let me feel Dad's prick up inside my cunny; filling my tummy with thick white squirts of my own father's sperm. Of course, Jason won't be old enough to do THAT to any of his sisters for several years yet. Still, by the time either Janet or even Karen gets old enough to really NEED her brother's sperm inside her cute little tummy, the boy should have been ejaculating inside both of them for several years. So I guess my kids won't really be neglected; even if they don't get to feel their own father's sperm inside their wombs, making a baby, like we did. Mother assures me it's almost as much fun doing it with your own big brother, as my sister and I had practicing making a baby with Dad . . . and if anybody should know, then it's Mother. Mother always DID know what's best for us kids. Seeing to it that we each got what we wanted and needed, is NOT "child abuse" in my book. You may call it "molestation" if you want to. We sure didn't. To me and my sisters, "abuse" is when you get hurt; and "molestation" is when somebody does something sexual to you that you don't want. So how can you figure that we were "abused" or even "molested" if we not only didn't get hurt by our father slipping his thick prick up inside us and squirting our cunnies full of his potent seed, but we actually LIKED it and WANTED our father to not only ejaculate his sperm in our wombs, but to do it while we were fertile, so we could get pregnant with his babies? 5 Heck, to US, if Dad HADN'T shown us what TRUE love was by getting each of us pregnant, then he would have been neglecting his duties as a father, and (to me anyway) child-neglect of THAT kind, would have been a TRUE form of child-abuse. You go with YOUR definition; I'll go with mine. I want MY kids to be raised healthy and happy like me and my sisters were; so you know how I plan on raising THEM. You can neglect and abuse YOUR kids by keeping them from knowing the true love of a man, until they get old enough to be molested by strangers, because they won't know the difference; but I'm not going to see MY kids hurt that way. Neither are any of my sisters; thank God. At least WE all know the true difference between "child- abuse", "molestation", and making love . . . and so will all of our children. 6 -- +--------------' 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> /