Posted by taboolover on April 16, 2002 at 22:29:41:
From: 2crunch (2crunch@gte.net)
Subject:Alternate Methods Mf, inc, cons, pedo, preg Newsgroups: alt.sex.incest Part 1
Rp Story: Alternate Methods Mf, inc, cons, pedo, preg
Alternate Methods
An Erotic Story
I know it's wrong to let my husband have sex with our daughters . . . but what other choice do I have? I don't even really have the excuse that my father fucked ME, from the time I was 11, until the day I married Jack. After all those were different days and different circumstances. I mean, it's just not RIGHT these days for a man to fuck his own daughters. Oh sure, neither Mellie nor Lucy minds having sex with Jack. Minds? Oh heck. Neither one of the kids any more "minds" having sex with her own father, than I did when I was their age; acting like insatiable little sluts, just begging him to slide his thick prick up inside them, any time they think there's half a chance he might get a hard-on. I've barely gotten fucked myself, twice in the past couple of weeks. No, both girls definitely like sex. Only that's the trouble . . . ALL kids like sex; and what little girl is going to turn down sex from her own father, if he shows even the slightest interest? And I had made certain that Jack showed more than "slight" interest, believe you me.
So, with Jack crawling in bed with them that night, what normal girl WOULD object to her father climbing in bed with her, taking her virginity, fucking her, cumming inside her, and filling her fertile young womb with thick white squirts of her own father's incestuous seed, if she KNEW the man loved her, and wanted her to enjoy sex with him, as much as he did with her? Some people would say it was almost like rape to even let a girl know her father wanted to have sex with her, let alone make it clear in such an unmistakable manner. After all, what girl is going to refuse her own father . . . the man she has loved and admired since she was a toddler, or even younger? No, I knew my girls really wouldn't have any choice, once I sent their father naked into their room, and had him climb in bed with them. Still, what other choice DID I have?
Huh? No, of course not! Jack was NOT pressuring me for permission to rape our little girls! If he had even suggested such a thing . . . well, he would be gone so fast . . .
No, this was all MY idea; and I even had to convince Jack that it was best for the girls. Even though I had enjoyed sex with my father (and brothers and grandfather and uncles, etc.). I still knew it wasn't right for Lucy or Melinda. After all, they didn't have three horny brothers sleeping in the same room, not to mention a grandfather in the same house, along with numerous uncles living nearby as well as my father, like I did. But as I said before, what other choice DID I have?
It actually took almost a week to convince my husband I was serious, but once I pointed out the options, and he was certain I wouldn't be mad at him for fucking his own daughters (Ha! Fat chance, after MY upbringing) we waited until the appropriate night, and then I told the girls that their father would be in to teach them about sex, when they went to bed that night.
You never saw such openmouthed astonishment from two little girls in your life, but neither one asked a single question. I guess they figured that if they ASKED, they might be disappointed. Still, I almost couldn't keep from giggling, when
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even Melinda joined her eleven-year-old little sister in bed, at the unseasonably early hour of 8:30. The teenager hadn't gone to bed before 9:00, since the day she turned 13, almost two months earlier. To see BOTH brunettes brushing their teeth and hair almost half an hour early for the youngest, and over an hour early for the older one, almost had me shaking with silent giggles. Maybe this plan would have other unexpected benefits as well as those planned. Still, I made sure that both girls didn't skimp on their toilet; even helping Lucy get in the full 100 strokes with the brush that made their long brown hair shine so beautifully. Melinda's hair reaches to her shoulder-blades, while Lucy's goes almost to the crack of her cute little butt. BOTH girls know just how sexy their hair is, and work to keep it that way (one of the many reasons I figured Jack and I just HAD to do something quick . . . or at least Jack did, anyway).
Three times I had decided to watch, and three times I had decided it would be better if I was NOT in the same room. Still, I guess it was my curiosity that won out. Right or wrong, distraction or not, I just COULDN'T miss seeing the man I love take our daughters' virginities. I justified my horny curiosity by telling myself the girls would be less nervous if they knew I was there when they first had sex. That way, they wouldn't feel that there was anything wrong, or be scared that I might be mad at either them or their father for having sex together (not that I had EVER shown signs of jealousy when they sexually teased their father, but this was more than just teasing).
I think both girls were slightly surprised, when their father came into their bedroom only wearing a smile and a half- hard-on. I followed about three feet behind, and settled into the single chair in their bedroom to watch.
"Uh, Girls," said Jack, pointing to the bedding they had pulled up to their chins.
"Yes Daddy?"
"It's kind of hard to teach you about sex, when you're all covered up like that." My husband's voice was as calm as if he was going to teach the girls how to saw a board in two.
"You mean, like this?" asked Mellie; kicking the covers off both herself and her little sister simultaneously. Lucy just blushed; and made a slightly aborted attempt to cover herself with her hands, before copying her older sister and letting their father have a GOOD look at their charms.
Well, there was little doubt my husband would "be up to the job" he was about to do. While both girls were brunettes and had beautiful faces, from the neck down the similarities vanished. At 13, Melinda looked far older than her nominal age. The teenager would probably have almost as little difficulty obtaining drinks in a bar as I would. Her breasts, while not overly large and swollen, WERE well-developed. Being that young, they stuck out in front of her so firmly, that even though she easily filled a 'C' cup, the teenager looked little different when she was wearing a bra, than she did without. Two firm ripe titties that made your mouth water to suck on (even ME, and I haven't suckled on a woman's breasts since that day when me and my little sister . . .). Down from the smooth jut of her breasts, was a nicely rounded tummy that led to a navel that was
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perfectly symmetrical, and was the type that advertisers just loved to put in commercials. Below that, smoothly rounded hips, and a perfect vee of light curly fuzz just barely hid the child's developing sex. I could similarly describe Melinda's legs, but suffice to say they were almost as good as the upper parts I just described. In other words, our eldest daughter looked like a full woman, and was almost the average guy's wet-dream. If no boys had yet tried to get in her panties, then for sure quite a few soon would. It was THIS inevitability that had prompted my present decision. Far better that I (and Jack) took steps to protect the girls from the inevitable, than let them find out the hard way what dangers were out there. And, unlike the days when I was young, the dangers the girls faced these days were MUCH greater than those I faced in mine.
Lucy, unlike her big sister, didn't show the slightest sign of approaching puberty. Even though the nubile young girl was a full woman in the way that counts, not the slightest hint of hair covered her pubic mound, and her breasts were barely more swollen than some boys. Still, her hips had lost the boniness she had two years earlier, and the 11-year-old's hips had padded out slightly. The most obvious indication of her pubescence was NOT the fact that the little girl had been having periods or monthlies for over 8 months now, but her attitude. While she looked more like a pedophile's delight, than the nubile woman her big sister was, the little scamp had been acting and dressing like a slut for almost two months now. Short little dresses with padding, and a conscious wriggle in her hips at every male person in reach, from her father and uncles, to any boy unlucky enough to get close to her, Lucy had been acting the very epitome of "kinderslut" and "pre-teen tease" that often led to little girls getting fucked, if not raped (though it's hard to justify calling it rape, if the little girl climbs in a man's lap, pants nasty suggestions in his ear, and grinds her panty-clad crotch against his swollen prick). In fact, it was Lucy's actions far more than her big sister's body, that had forced me to make the decision I had. I had weighed the relative risks, and then decided which ones would be less dangerous for my little girls. I wasn't completely happy with the choices, but as I said before, in this day and age, there just wasn't that much choice.
"Uh, Girls," repeated my husband, looking pointedly at the nightgown-covered and panty-clad bodies of our daughters, "you'll have to take THOSE off too, you know."
Up to then, I don't think either of our daughters had REALLY believed that Jack was going to have sex with them. Still, Lucy at least seemed eager enough.
"You mean it Daddy?" she squealed; not pausing to wait for an answer, but skinning out of the short little nightie and panties, "we should get undressed so you can . . . can . . ."
". . . can teach you about sex, and fuck you, and everything," confirmed Jack.
Well . . . THAT certainly left no doubt about what was going to happen. If either girl had the slightest reservations about having real vaginal intercourse with her own father, neither one of them showed it. Five seconds later both girls were as naked as my husband; looking interestedly at the thick prick that was
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leaking pre-cum at the very thought of sliding into such delectable young snatches.
"I guess, I'd better start by teaching you girls about sex," gulped Jack. I guess he hadn't expected our two daughters to take to the idea so quickly. Only neither girl was all that naive.
"Bullshit," snorted Melinda. Jack just stared at our eldest daughter.
"Yeah, Daddy," confirmed Lucy. "Tell us what this is REALLY about. Both Mellie and I already KNOW about sex, and YOU know it too. So what's the big deal about? Doesn't Mom give you enough sex any more? Are you two fighting?" Here Lucy looked over at me, and I shook my head. I had agreed to let Jack do all the talking, and unless he fell down on the job completely, I was going to let him do it.
"Uh . . . No, it isn't that," said Jack; sweating visibly. "It's just that you two girls are getting to be women (here both girls giggled) and pretty soon boys are going to start making passes at you, and trying to 'get in your pants.'" Here both girls looked at each other with big grins, before Lucy answered, "Boy, you've sure got THAT one right!"
This caused me to worry slightly, and I could tell Jack had the same thoughts I did. "Uh," he started, "those boys . . . have any of them . . . I mean, did either of you?" If anything, he was far more flustered than either of the girls.
"Oh Daddy," said Melinda, indignantly, "of course not!" Lucy backed her big sister up; but couldn't help adding, "Though I've got to admit, it HAS been tempting sometimes."
Jack looked too confused to go on; so I took over temporarily. "That's what your father and I are worried about," I explained. "What with diseases and all these days, including incurable ones like herpes, new strains of gonorrhea, and yes, even AIDS, we don't want you kids taking any chances."
"But Mom!" groaned both girls in disgust. I shushed them.
"I know," I said, "neither of you girls are having sex right now, and don't PLAN on having any. Only that's the trouble . . . you haven't had any yet."
Boy, did THAT draw puzzled looks from both of them.
"Not having HAD sex," I explained, "you don't know what it's like. Once you DO start having sex, I'm certain you'll be just like I was, and almost any other girl I ever met . . . you won't be able to stop. It just feels to GOOD to stop, once you start." I held up a hand to forestall further questions, while I continued, "The trouble is: you don't know WHO your partner is or was having sex with. He may be a virgin, but it's most unlikely that any boy experienced enough to seduce either of you still is. And you don't know who HE is or was having sex with. Essentially, it's like you are having sex with whoever he had sex with, and then whoever THEY had sex with. Get it?"
"But Mom," objected Lucy, "what are we supposed to DO?" It was obvious that the thought of doing without sex bothered the 11-year-old a lot more than it did her older sister.
"You have sex with somebody you KNOW isn't having sex with a bunch of other people," I explained. "Your father and I discussed this, and decided that while we knew we couldn't stop
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you girls from having sex, maybe if we made it easy for you to have as much sex as you want with somebody SAFE, then you can hold off having sex with the kids down at school until you find the one you want to marry."
"But who . . . what?" Suddenly their father and my naked presence in their bedroom made sense. There was a short silent pause, while I waited for the girls' decisions. After all, neither Jack nor I were inclined to rape either of our daughters (even though many people would say that putting them under pressure like this was tantamount to rape). Whatever. That was just one of the many risks that Jack and I had discussed. We had decided that even having the girls hating us for even suggesting such a thing was preferable to having either one get AIDS (or any of the other diseases, either).
First Lucy, then Melinda started to giggle. It didn't surprise me though, that the first one to act was Lucy.
"C'mere, Daddy," she husked (well, more like croaked, but she TRIED to husk) "let's fuck. I wanna feel my daddy's thick 'thing' sliding up inside me, so I can see if sex is REALLY as good as they say it is."
Mellie had just started to object, then looked resigned as she saw her little sister was going to learn about sex the "real" way, by doing it before she did. Only I interrupted.
"Sorry Lucy," I said, "but your big sister is two years older, and has been fighting off boys for that much longer. I think she deserves to go first, don't you?"
At first, the younger girl scowled. After all, she WAS the hornier of the two girls, and she HAD asked first. Then the thought of what it would have been like for HER to go without even trying sex for two more years sank into her head like I had hoped it would. "I guess so," she said, as graciously as she could, but still pouting.
As I implied earlier, I had EXPECTED Jack to teach the girls about sex, where babies came from, their erogenous zones, and possibly even such things as fellatio and cunnilingus. Only the girls wouldn't stand for it.
"If you're going to fuck, then FUCK," said Lucy, pushing her older sister at Jack. "If YOU don't, then I will," she added. Both girls made it abundantly clear that they KNEW about sex; they just had never experienced it. That was what they wanted to learn: what sex FELT like, NOT pussyfoot descriptions. They already had plenty of THOSE, both from sex-education at school, and far more titillating conversations with schoolmates who CLAIMED to have done 'it'. Claimed, being the operative word.
Thus it was, that barely ten minutes after entering the room, I watched in awe, as my husband climbed on our daughter's bed with the two naked little girls, and crawled between the older girl's legs, with his pre-cum dribbling penis leaking slippery juice, while he prepared to fuck his own daughter.
I couldn't help it . . . I just HAD to get a better view. Getting out of my chair, I got alongside the bed just in time to see my husband's swollen penis stretch the teenager's cunny lips, before the wriggling of the two incestuous lovers made the tip vanish into the girl's body. (Girl's? Melinda was all WOMAN, and the thick cylinder sliding into the bushy hair surrounding
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her virginal crack just emphasized that fact. The dangers THIS pre-supposed, I just put off as something to worry about later.)
It took two or three shoves, but neither party seemed to even notice Melinda's loss of virginity, as both my husband and daughter were too involved in sliding back and forth; enjoying the feeling of being mated, while constantly working to get yet another thick fat inch of fatherly prick inside the girl before he came. The constant "Oohs", "Ahs", squeaks, and groans almost covered up the slight "Ouch" of my eldest daughter losing her virginity. Nobody else even seemed to notice, and if I hadn't been listening specifically just FOR that item, it's doubtful even I would have noticed. Still I did; and I filed away the memory of my little girl losing her virginity on her own father's prick as one to be treasured later. (How I wish I had been so lucky. Still, if it hadn't been for my big brother . . .)
Men have shorter fuses than women . . . at least at first. Nowadays I can cum two or three times before Jack does . . . but then he's used to me, and I have had a lot more practice. As expected, Jack was ready to blow, before Melinda had properly gotten warmed up. Oh the girl LIKED sex well enough . . . only the pain of losing her virginity, and the strange feelings of being stretched inside, combined with other things, kept her from reaching climax, while the incredibly tight squeezing of his virgin daughter's tight little slit had my husband almost ready to squirt, the moment he first bottomed out inside her. Still, to give Jack credit, he did his best. It must have taken him about three to five full slides in and out of Melinda's tight little crack before my husband groaned, and tore his gaze away from the loving exchange he was having with his daughter, and looked at me.
"Oh God," he groaned; looking at me for permission, "I'm gonna . . ." No matter HOW much we had discussed this previously, I guess Jack just wasn't sure how happy I would be with the idea of him actually ejaculating his sperm inside our daughter's fertile young womb. I mean, in this society, there are SOME things that a man just doesn't do (and getting his own daughter pregnant is right up there at the top of the list).
"Do it," I encouraged him, just like my mother had encouraged MY father to do something similar, so many years before. Only the results of THIS incestuous coupling was liable to be far different from those my father and I had. I knew this, Jack knew this, and we both knew why. Still . . . .
"Oh God," Groaned Jack, suddenly shoving his prick to the hilt in our daughter's body, "I'm doing it . . ." From the frantic jerking, as he lay down on the girl and rutted furiously into her, there was little doubt about the "it" that he was doing.
"Oh Momma," said, Melinda, wrapping her legs around her father's frantically churning hips, and trying to hold his body steady on top of hers, "what's happening . . . what's Daddy doing?" Here I had THOUGHT she knew about sex.
"Remember that white stuff that makes babies?" I asked her.
Mellie's frown, then nod were almost lost in her father's heavy shoves into her body.
"Well, Daddy is squirting that white stuff in your tummy,
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right now," I told her. Melinda's eyes seemed to get big and round at this information, while I continued. "Growing little girls like you need LOTS of their father's sperm in their tummies, if they're going to grow up to be BIG girls, like me, and to be mommies just like I am," I explained. "So from now on, your father is going to squirt LOTS of this stuff in both of you, so you can feel what it's like to be a mommy yourself, OK?"
If anything, Melinda's eyes got even wider at this. "You mean you WANT Daddy to get us pregnant?" she asked; almost in a whisper. Jack's hard thrusts into his daughter had slowed to just shuddering pushes, as he emptied his prostate into the child's womb.
"Don't worry about it," I reassured her. "Jack has promised to fuck you both, and squirt his sperm in each of you as often as he can, so you both can feel what it's like to get pregnant by your own father as often as you want from now on. So relax, and just enjoy it."
"Oh," was the teenager's only response. After that, she just lay there, patting her harshly panting father on the back, while his potent sperm slowly wriggled its way up inside her body. I guess that she finally decided that if neither one of us seemed to mind the idea of her carrying her own father's baby, then why should she?
As for me, once I finished watching my husband breeding our eldest daughter for the first time, I sat back in the chair an enjoyed the erotic sight of my husband's sperm leaking out around his wilting prick that was still buried in the girl's vagina. I couldn't help thinking about how different this was from the first time MY father had fucked ME in front of the whole family . . . and how different the results were likely to be, and why.
. . .
It all STARTED, when my mother caught me and Michael fucking up a storm one morning. We were so busy screwing, we didn't hear our parent's call to breakfast, and Mom came looking.
What our mother THOUGHT, when she found her two eldest offspring mating like minks in the older boy's bed, she never said. For sure she never scolded us, or told us that it was wrong; though I know for certain that none of HER family had ever had incestuous relations before that day. Which makes it that much more amazing what happened afterwards (almost as amazing as what I started today with Melinda, Lucy, and her father, once you know the WHOLE story). No, instead of railing at the two of us for having sex, or the dangers of incest, or pregnancy, (or even incestuous pregnancy) or forcing your little sister to have sex with you (it was obvious that I was NOT being forced, since I was on top, riding like a cowgirl, while my big brother was lying back with his eyes closed and hands behind his head) my mother called my two brothers, my father, and my grandfather into the room. Then, when it was obvious that my big brother had left every drop of family seed he had in my belly, Mom had my father get on top of me, and fuck me until HE added HIS sperm to that of my big brother! There's something incredibly erotic and exciting about feeling your own father sliding the same prick that made you in your mother into YOUR vagina, where he's going to
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ejaculate the same sperm that made you in your mother's womb, in your womb just like he did in her. Then to actually FEEL your own father push up hard inside you, while his prick swells in your tummy, and he tries to get you pregnant with your own little sister by filling your womb with incestuous seed . . . well, what can I say? To know your father loves you enough to NOT pull out, and is trying to fill your tummy with his baby, just like he did your mother, by filing your tummy with squirt after thick white squirt of the same potent seed that made you in your mother's womb so many years before . . . Heaven can't be half as good.
After that first time when she watched to make certain her husband had ejaculated every thick drop of potent sperm he had inside me, Mom never said a word. She went back to heating up breakfast, and from then on she ignored the almost constant orgy going on in the house. I do know for a fact that Mom made sure my father fucked me, filling my womb with his thick sticky cum by ejaculating his sperm in my vagina almost once a day, from then on . . . and when my little sister got into the act, Mom made sure that Dad fucked her too, and filled HER tight little tummy just as full of incestuous seed as he did mine. Mom didn't have to pressure either Grandpa or my two little brothers though. Once they knew that Mike could get away with fucking their older sister, it wasn't long before the two horny little buggers were doing their best to seduce me, whenever they could. Being a normally horny girl who was already fucking her older brother and father at the drop of a pair of panties, I wasn't all that hard, even for two bratty little kids to seduce (Gawd, that's funny).
Before two months were up, I was getting fucked between 3 and a dozen times a day, by my three brothers, father, grandfather, and even occasional uncles and cousins who happened to stop by. I loved it. All the sex I ever wanted; and no more guilty thoughts about getting caught. Six months later, I first caught Michael screwing Carrie, and about two years after that Joe was found in bed with our 7-year-old little sister Selena. Nobody said a word though . . . even when Joe sank his prick to the root in the child's belly, and began spasming her tight little tummy full of gout after thick sticky gout of the stuff that makes babies in little girls like her. Selena only let out a whimper as she worked just as hard as her big brother to get her immature young body to reproduce. Selena it seems, liked sex almost as much as we did. Two hours after they got caught that first time, I watched my father on top of Selena; pumping the second-grader's tight little slit full of the same sperm that had created the little girl not 8 years earlier, in our mother's womb.
From then until we each left home for college or to get married, I don't think any one of the three of us girls went over 8 hours without feeling at least ONE think white squirt of family pregnancy-juice spewing in thick white jets against our fertile young wombs. Yes, fertile; and no, not one of us ever got pregnant. In fact, Mom later explained that was the whole idea.
You might think my mother was just a horny old woman who was turned-on by the idea of getting her little girls pregnant by their own relatives; having babies by their father, grandfather, or brothers, before they reached high-school. Only that wasn't
End of Part 1