Message-ID: <18380eli$9901211747@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: yngfox@aol.com (YngFox) Subject: Young Fox--Totally Twisted Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authentication-Warning: philabs-gw.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to using -f 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: <19981202014832.12638.00001060@ng-cc1.aol.com> I think this is one of the sickest stories I've ever written, and it is unfinished. Each paragraph brings me closer and closer to the rim of hell. Let me know if you like it. For more stories, see my site at Mr.Double.Com. http://www.mrdouble.com/htm/authors/youngfox.htm Taking care of a little slut can be a full time chore. Especially if she's your legal ward and you're the only family she has left and she is just shitting bricks to get fucked. Such is the case with Tammy, my niece. So Tammy crawled out of my bed and stumbled down the hall to the bathroom. I could hear her retching into the toilet. I just hoped she wasn't going to poop on the floor again like she did Sunday. Fuck the little bitch, I thought. She's too young to be drinking anyway and she's pounding down a half quart a day, sometimes more. I stick with beer, myself. And weed. Tammy likes weed too, and has a knack for scoring rock, which I never got into. Rock for pussy, so I don't have to worry about the moola. When she came back to bed I said "Tammy you look like bloody hell," and I rolled over and pulled the covers up around my shoulders. "Thanks a lot Jackson," she snarled at me like she was my peer instead of my little niece. She never did call me "Uncle Jackson", even when she was learning to talk, always "Jackson". Just like she called my sister "Alice." "All I need's another drink, I'll be okay." And she plopped her bare butt on the bed and I could hear her pouring from the bottle and then I smelled the waft of the Johnnie Walker hitting bottom in her rocky roiling gut. Followed by a langourous deep belch. Even I had to laugh at that, and she giggled with me. I rolled over and embraced her, kissing her whiskey face. I stroked her limp sweaty hair and said, "You know baby you really should slow down some. It took me years to establish a statis, and you're pouring down alcohol like you were a teenager or something." "Ah, fuckit," she said, licking my lips. Suddenly I began farting non-stop, first a couple of loud pops then a string of smaller rifts. It was like popcorn popping. Tammy giggled. I couldn't stop myself, it was the beer shits coming on me fast, and if I didn't stop I was going to squirt soupy shit on the bed. I wish I'd worn my shorts, but too late now. Luckily, after my Tchaikovskian symphony of flatulence, I was de-gassed and unshitted. Close! "Fuck it, you say?" "Yeah, Jackson, fuck it." The little slut. Hotter than molten pennies. Okay, I will, I decided. I pulled her over to the middle of the bed and got on top of her. She opened her legs as wide as she could. I imagined her as a butterfly, stuck in an entomologists display. My erection was funny feeling. Almost like it wasn't there, a mere after-thought. It was woody and spongy and mindlessly hard, but there was precious little sensation in it. Then I was in her and I felt like a starfish rubbing myself into the sandy bottom of the sea--in heaven. As I fucked Tammy I couldn't help but smile to myself thinking just how appalling she looked. Most men would never give her a glance, if anything, they'd turn their heads away. Her hair was thin and mousy brown, he had a piggish nose, and her stomach was swollen from booze. She almost looked pregnant, of course that was not possible. And good crikey, her eyes! Bloodshot and manic at the same time. Yet Tammy was a wondrously sexual girl with the most clever pussy muscles I ever used. And she was razor sharp smart. When I became Tammy's guardian, after her mother, my sister Alice, was killed, Tammy had been in a coma. When she came out of it, I had been afraid her much vaunted intelligence would be affected, but it was not. Tammy was the smartest little girl I ever heard about. Alice and I had been much the same. I remember how for years the two of us would compete to see who read the most, and though I usually won at the end of the year, it was close. We both averaged five books a day. And we read everything we could get. The first thing Tammy and I did after I got her home from the hospital was fuck. Tammy whimpered throughout, her cunt dried from long disuse. "Shit, Jackson, I tried to get one of the Doctors to fuck me but he just shot me up with a painkiller. Thought I was delirious." Alice was only twenty when she and Tammy ran off the road. I remember how angry our parents had been when they discovered Alice was pregnant. Poor kid, she hadn't a clue whose baby it was. How could she? I mean, and I guess this sounds stupid now, but at the time we thought, who would ever think a 12 year old girl would be knocked up? I didn't think she was my kid, and looks-wise I was pretty sure she was grafted off one of the Downer kids. What a lunkhead family that was, inbred for generations. Alice was just thirteen when she popped out Tammy. Alice of course was delighted and after she found a guy to move in with, taking her baby along, she set forth with a plan to corrupt and mature that little girl into a sex machine. Before she was walking well Tammy was sucking cocks. Alice dissolved into laughter everytime she saw her daughter engaged in sex. I'm pretty non-judgmental myself, but even I was a bit grossed out the first time I saw Tammy out on the prowl. She was asking this total stranger in the park for a butt fuck. As I sat there on the bench watching the old man screw her ass, I remarked to myself how red and raw her butthole looked. Constant usage, I guess. Tammy was relentless. Anyway, Tammy began drinking and drugging when she was six. Her mother had kept her out of school preferring "home education", which consisted of a tutor who taught her Latin and Greek and mathematics. Alice and I were both fluent in the classic languages, thanks to our Dad's insistence. No social studies, no home room, no English, no nothing else, just the classics. Even then Tammy read at college level. She especially liked philosophy, historical fiction, and books about ancient history, with a special niche in coinage. Gold and silver coins. Tammy could name every Roman Emperor and his dates, and describe the coins of his era. She was a bright little girl. I was 21 when Tammy came for two weeks to my New York studio. I do sculpture, a few sketches for sale too. Tammy was shameless about blowing me and fucking. I liked her twat. Then the accident happened. The autopsy showed Alice had been higher than a kite on morphine. Tammy didn't have any autopsy. She wasn't dead. But if they had, they'd have found mescalin. I think it was the drugs that kept her from being killed. I really do. After I got done cumming in her Tammy belched again, reached over for the Johnny bottle, almost knocking it over, and took a swig right from the bottle. She then recited the opening of the Odyssey in Greek, and looked at me with a challenge in her eyes as if saying, "See, do you think I'm drunk? You try that!" Then she voided her bowels on the sheets. Second time this week. Good thing I hadn't bothered to wash the bedding, as it was ruined anyway. It was so weird sleeping in half wet shit, but you get used to it. And the constant fucking helps. My cock hurt. I think Tammy must have picked up an infection somewhere. Maybe it was just the intensity of my ejaculation. I'd have a doc check her. Her ass was red too, but that was because of the bed. Tammy drifted off to sleep again, her breathing so shallow I suspected she'd be out til past noon. I took advantage of her intoxicated sleep to chew on her nipples. In my fantasies I often thought of tearing her nipples off in my teeth and swallowing them, leaving her with bloody holes around which, in some years, her tits would grow. But of course I didn't really intend to hurt her. It was just that the tiny little pink buds were so arousing, that's all. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----