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Subject: Sex At Disney World In A Blue Van
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Kathy was whimpering now, but she pulled it up and he stared at her
exposed sex, a slight bit of moisture leaked out and dribbled down
between her legs,
and Kathy realized that even with her fear of this nut, her pussy was
soaking wet, turning him on in the mall
had left her ready and hot. But not for this kind of sex, not rape at
Disney World in a blue van. She shivered as it dawned on her that
she might not live through this.
Kathy sobbed as she sucked his cock, the man
thrust into her mouth roughly, oblivious to her dis-
comfort. Kathy started to gag from his deep pene-
tration, but he just held her hair tight and kept
fucking her mouth. As Kathy was about to vomit, the
man stopped and standing over her yanked her head back
and threw her to the ground. She momentarily tried to
struggle, to keep him from doing what she knew was
coming. But he was too strong, and several slaps to
the face calmed her to the inevitable.
About 20 drunk college kids were laying around
the campfire. "What the fuck?" One of them said as the
girl appeared screaming, blood oozing from her breast,
but no one could miss the huge breasts smeared with
blood and hairy pussy and lovely ass exposed to all.
The stranger grabbed her around her waist and said,
"This bitch is mine, and I'm taking her with me.""Bull shit!" several
of the young studs jumped
up, drunk as skunks they began eyeing the woman, Kathy
looked lovely there in the campfire even disheveled,
she was a knock-out. "Hell, I think I'll fuck her my-
self!" One of them said and three of the young men
leaped on the rapist beating him senseless. Another
one grabbed the almost naked woman and pulled his cock
out of his pants in a hurry."Come on baby suck on this he for me,
show me
your grateful for us rescuing you from that ugly
bastard. Kathy sobbed "No, please no." Suddenly one
of the young men came up behind her, shoved her to her
hands and knees in the dirt and mounted her from
behind, thrusting his cock into her sopping used cunt.
Then Kathy felt her mouth filled with cock as another
one slid in and began trying to ease his cock into her
ass. "Please stop," Kathy mumbled around the cock in her mouth.
Finally after a couple of hours the lads grew
tired and began passing out. One of them finished
fucking her for the fourth time and came on her face,
laughing he stumbled off sated. Kathy got up, hardly
able to walk and stumbled into the darkness weaving
down the path, crying as cum dribbled down her legs,
her clothes torn, her breasts black and blue from the
pawing. "Damn that woman has been fucked but good," one
of the paramedics exclaimed. Kathy thought briefly
about the night just past, remembering all the fucking
she'd endured and hated herself when her pussy got all
wet just thinking about it again......I guess I better
go to the mall and get some new panties Kathy thought,
a slow smile spreading across her battered face. Kathy was a bitch We
leave, I jam to some CDs KISS Greatest Hits, Ozzy's Greatest Hits, and
Dream Theater), I predict that
they (Dad and Kathy) will get into a fight before we get 60 miles. In
fact, From the long strokes and moans my brother made, I could tell
he liked feeling our little girl's tight little cunny. Maybe I was
sleeping. I
don't know, she is a bitch and she has mental problems and she talks
in her
sleep. I swear this is all true. She once had a nervous breakdown.
Oh, and
when she was talking in her sleep she screamed out "Don't touch my
animals you
motherfucker!" I busted up laughing and my dad was like "It's okay
honey."
Then she started kicking him. And one time she was out at the bar all
night
and I decided to go to Taco Bell with her and I asked for 2 tacos and
nachos
and then before we ordered I changed to a kid's meal (same exact
thing, 50
cents or so more with a toy) and she bitched me out about how I was
too old for
them yet she knows I collect them and I have a huge shrine to them in
my room.
She needs to go away. I think they are done now though after we left
her in
Flordia and she had to find her way back to Toledo, Ohio. She screwed
this
year up majorly for me! She will probably come back begging for my
dad to love
her again even though he told her he didn't love her anymore a week or
two ago.
My new theme song is "Fuck Kathy!" Geez, she gets on my nerves!
Sorry for
the venting! Kathy was a bitch... Here is
almost a minute by minute review: We leave, I jam to some CDs (Beach
Boy's
Greatest Hits, Duran Duran's Greatest Hits, and Dream Theater), I
predict that
they (Dad and Kathy) will get into a fight before we get 100 miles.
They fight
in Findlay. I was right. My dad goes to sleep, I hop in the front
seat. I am
forced to roll down the window so she can smoke even though my dad
specifically
told her no smoking in the car. I go to sleep. My dad drives. I
wake up.
Just to see what she will say, my dad looks out her window and says
"Look at
them kids ice skating over there!" I laugh, knowing the joke. She
stares out
the window for at least 30 seconds. I laugh some more. I say "Kids
don't ice
skate in the summer Kathy." She is silent for a second or two and
responds
quickly "I know, I thought he meant skating as in you know..." I say
"Skiing?
You mean water skiing?" She nods her head, "Yeah, like a lake over
there or
something." I think "What a fool. We stop at a hotel and eat at
Cracker
Barrel. Kathy goes crazy in the middle of the night, probably due to
the large
quantity of sleeping pills she takes. She has a dream and talks in
her sleep.
She says "Don't touch my animals you motherfucker!" I wake up and
laugh my dad
tries to comfort her but she beats him off of her. We set off the
next morning
and Kathy tries to sleep in the car. We stop at an International
House of
Pancakes about a half hour after Kathy says she is hungry and wants to
eat. We
wake her up, she is a bitch. We get tired of waiting for her sorry
ass so we
sit down ready to eat. We wait 5 minutes... No Kathy. My dad goes
to the
car, she is sitting, feet kicked up, no shoes on, smoking a
cigarette. My dad
gets pissed and tells her "I am sick of your shit and I am gonna drop
you off
at an airport!" My dad comes back to our booth where we eat
pancakes. Crazy
bitch comes in all smiles and drinks some coffee. I think "What a
fool and
bitch." My dad and I count the number of "Fifties" and "50's" on a
Fifty
dollar bill to avoid talking to her. I count 11, my dad counts 12...
I am
wrong. We leave and everything is smooth. My dad goes to sleep. I
fall
asleep too. Kathy gets a speeding ticket for going 86 in a 70 MPH
zone. My
dad laughs at her. I think in my head "What a fool." Later, I go
back to
sleep, we go through Atlanta, Kathy sees a sign that says "Smoke
Ahead" she
comments "That must be from Florida!" referring to the fires that have
been out
for over a month down there. My dad thinks "What does the wind do?
Lift up
the smoke and drop it here?" He doesn't say it in fear she will feel
like a
fool and do something drastic. We get to Florida. We go to a bar so
Kathy can
have her daily "required" alcoholic drink. My dad and I play pool
while she
gives me pointers I don't need. I whup my dad. We go play miniature
golf. We
meet a foriegn family, she asks the obviously British family "You are
German
right?" The father responds "Oh no, we are from England. We are
English folk"
She probably feels like a fool. We go out to eat at a steak house,
the drink
is wearing off because she goes from nice to bitch mode in 1.5
seconds. The
lady who sits people asks "Three of you?" Yep, three of us, Kathy
replies to
her with a smart assed tone "What do we look like 4?" She smiles at
my dad, my
dad forces a smile, I think "What a bitch." We sit down to eat and
she orders
the most expensive things, yes a pluralized thing, on the menu
thinking we are
rich people. My dad goes along with it. She force feeds my dad and
me duck
after she finds out that they ran out of King Crab. I gag. We go
back to the
hotel. We have two rooms, mine and my dad and hers. She smokes in
the
non-smoking room and throws my dad's pillow on one bed and hers on
another.
They fight, my dad sleeps in my room. This kind of agrifies me
because I was
going to watch "Wild Things" but it would be deemed to graphic by my
dad yet my
mom would have no problem with it. I end up getting "Bulworth" and
fall
asleep. We wake up and take showers. My dad goes to the other room
to see if
she wants to go to Disney World. She makes him look like an ass by
having him
stand outside with no answer. After about 10 minutes my dad gets the
front
desk guy. No answer for him either. My dad gets mad. I think, "What
a
bitch." After about a half hour she answers the door, they fight and
we go to
Disney World WITHOUT Kathy. Being the nice guys we are, we go back to
the
hotel at about 2:00 to see if she wants to go. She doesn't answer the
door. I
think, "What a bitch." We have a fun day at Disney without her. We
go back to
the room and decide to go to Tampa and go to Busch Gardens. Before we
leave we
knock on the door and she doesn't answer. We find out she checked
out. We are content because we were going to leave her there but now
we know she is gone.
We have fun at Busch Gardens and come home. That is pretty much what
my
vacation consisted of. Almost an epic isn't it? Squeezing his prick;
and no more planned on pulling out when he
came, than her big brothers would. Maybe that's why our boys are
so nice to their little sisters, unlike other kids. Tim
certainly sets a good example; and all the boys know about how my
brother knocked me up for the first time, when I was 10.
I watched closely to make sure my big brother did it right
this time, too. "Now you make sure your father cums in you," I
instructed Sherrie.
"Yes Momma," she replied; humping back at her father.
Unlike me at that age, Sherrie has been fucking her father and
brothers for over 20 years now. Mind fucking the
little girl right in the cunny, and filling first her womb, and
then later the wombs of her little sisters with sperm, when THEY
got old enough to fuck. In fact, to my delight, not one of the
boys has even shown the slightest indication he might stop . . .
even when Sherrie started having periods, a few months ago. It
doesn't seem to bother any of the boys to know that they might be
getting their own sister pregnant with their babies, when they
cum in her now.
God, I'm proud of my kids. Most boys (I understand) would
be scared shitless, if they accidentally knocked their own sister
up; while from the way things are going around here, it looks
almost like not one of the boys would mind if he knocked all four
of his little sisters up, higher than a kite. If their father
doesn't beat them to it, that is.
From the look of things, Tim was sure going to try. While
we both know that if Sherrie DOES get pregnant, the baby will
probably be one of the boys' (most likely Mike's), there's still
a fairly good chance the baby might be her father's.
Such a thoroughly nasty, obscene, and completely erotic
thought . . . having your own father's baby. Well, if he could
do it, my big brother was certainly going to try. I watched
until Tim's strokes grew short; and he held his prick buried to
the hilt in our daughter's vagina, while his penis pulsed and
spat thick white gobs of sperm at our little girl's cervix, until
her tight little slit was full of her father's seed, and her
uterus was awash with incestuous cum.
"Please Daddy, please . . .," whimpered Sherrie; clutching
her father tightly, while he spurted and jerked inside her.
Finally she gave a mewling cry, and shuddered conclusively, as
her tight little tunnel involuntarily milked the last few drops
of her father's seed. "Wheoooo . . . thanks, Daddy," she finally
groaned. I could tell my daughter had enjoyed fucking her father
almost as much as I usually did. The two lovers gave one last
conclusive shudder; and then collapsed together, panting harshly.
God, I'm almost as proud of my big brother, as I am of our
sons! Not many men would even fuck their own daughters at all,
let alone have full unprotected sex with them; filling their
daughters' wombs with their seed, like Tim had just filled our
little girl's. Which is a crying shame, when you come to think
of it . . . EVERY girl should have at least a chance of feeling
her own father make a baby in her tummy. As it is, I feel almost
cheated; knowing my father died before he even had a chance of
getting me pregnant with his babies.
Mom says Dad had only been having full sex with me (where my
father stuck his prick right up inside me, and squirted his sperm
in my tummy) for about three months, starting on my seventh
birthday, before the big accident (waiting until I was "old
enough to fuck"); so she had to have my big brother take care of
me once I reached puberty; instead of breeding me to my father,
like she originally planned. Before that, I had only sucked him
off; or had Daddy "jack-off" in me, without really getting
inside. Diane, I have only a few vague memories of sex with my
father . . . snapshots in my mind of my father's face (beard i
guess) scratching me, his huge body (compared to a 20-year-old
anyway) almost crushing me, and an ache in my cunny when Daddy
jammed his oversized prick in my tiny little slit; breeding my
like a bull breeds a heifer; not caring if the female taking his
seed inside her womb is his own daughter or not. I also have a
few vague memories of lying there in bed afterwards, with a sore
cunny dripping sticky gobs of my father's sperm, and a few others
of Daddy roughly (almost harshly) kissing me; sticking his tongue
in my mouth, while he felt me up in the cunny with his thick
calloused finger . . . sometimes before we had sex, and sometimes
while my sore little cunny was still dripping his seed; with it
running down my leg.
God I wish I could remember more! I understand my big
sister was pregnant for the second time by Daddy, when she and
the baby got thrown from the truck and killed. Sometimes I don't
know whether to envy my big sister for having Daddy get her
pregnant. Even though Daddy wasn't the considerate lover my big
brother is; at least he cared enough to START having real sex
with me, even if he DID make me wait until I was seven, before he
took my virginity. Mom assures me that Daddy would have kept
right on fucking me, and pumping his sperm in my womb when I
reached menarche; as my father had no more objections to getting
his own daughters pregnant with his babies than Tim has.
Mom says Daddy used to call me, "his little slut," and sluts
were made for breeding . . . so what if I was his own daughter?
Mom tells me my father was actually hoping he got me pregnant at
only seven; saying it would be "good practice" for when I got
older. God I miss Daddy. God I wish Daddy had lived long enough
to get me pregnant like he did Jennifer . . . even if only once.
What I'd give even now, to be seven years old again, and just one
more time to feel my father grunting and groaning on top of me;
taking me like a dog takes a bitch in heat; while he jams his
thick prick to the root in my belly; and fills my tiny little
womb with his seed. Just once; that's all I ask. My dad goes to
sleep, I hop in the front seat. I am
forced to roll down the window so she can smoke even though my dad
specifically
told her no smoking in the car. I go to sleep. My dad drives. I
wake up.
Just to see what she will say, my dad looks out her window and says
"Look at
them kids ice skating over there!" I laugh, knowing the joke. She
stares out
the window for at least 30 seconds. I laugh some more. I say "Kids
don't ice
skate in the summer Kathy." She is silent for a second or two and
responds
quickly "I know, I thought he meant skating as in you know..." I say
"Skiing?
You mean water skiing?" She nods her head, "Yeah, like a lake over
there or
something." I think "What a fool. We stop at a hotel and eat at
Cracker
Barrel. Kathy goes crazy in the middle of the night, probably due to
the large
quantity of sleeping pills she takes. She has a dream and talks in
her sleep.
She says "Don't touch my animals you motherfucker!" I wake up and
laugh my dad
tries to comfort her but she beats him off of her. We set off the
next morning
and Kathy tries to sleep in the car. We stop at an International
House of
Pancakes about a half hour after Kathy says she is hungry and wants to
eat. We
wake her up, she is a bitch. We get tired of waiting for her sorry
ass so we
sit down ready to eat. We wait 5 minutes... No Kathy. My dad goes
to the
car, she is sitting, feet kicked up, no shoes on, smoking a
cigarette. My dad
gets pissed and tells her "I am sick of your shit and I am gonna drop
you off
at an airport!" My dad comes back to our booth where we eat
pancakes. Crazy
bitch comes in all smiles and drinks some coffee. I think "What a
fool and
bitch." My dad and I count the number of "Fifties" and "50's" on a
Fifty
dollar bill to avoid talking to her. I count 11, my dad counts 12...
I am
wrong. We leave and everything is smooth. My dad goes to sleep. I
fall
asleep too. Kathy gets a speeding ticket for going 86 in a 70 MPH
zone. My
dad laughs at her. I think in my head "What a fool." Later, I go
back to
sleep, we go through Atlanta, Kathy sees a sign that says "Smoke
Ahead" she
comments "That must be from Florida!" referring to the fires that have
been out
for over a month down there. My dad thinks "What does the wind do?
Lift up
the smoke and drop it here?" He doesn't say it in fear she will feel
like a
fool and do something drastic. We get to Florida. We go to a bar so
Kathy can
have her daily "required" alcoholic drink. My dad and I play pool
while she
gives me pointers I don't need. I whup my dad. We go play miniature
golf. We
meet a foriegn family, she asks the obviously British family "You are
German
right?" The father responds "Oh no, we are from England. We are
English folk"
She probably feels like a fool. We go out to eat at a steak house,
the drink
is wearing off because she goes from nice to bitch mode in 1.5
seconds. The
lady who sits people asks "Three of you?" Yep, three of us, Kathy
replies to
her with a smart assed tone "What do we look like 4?" She smiles at
my dad, my
dad forces a smile, I think "What a bitch." We sit down to eat and
she orders
the most expensive things, yes a pluralized thing, on the menu
thinking we are
rich people. My dad goes along with it. She force feeds my dad and
me duck
after she finds out that they ran out of King Crab. I gag. We go
back to the
hotel. We have two rooms, mine and my dad and hers. She smokes in
the
non-smoking room and throws my dad's pillow on one bed and hers on
another.
They fight, my dad sleeps in my room. This kind of agrifies me
because I was
going to watch "Wild Things" but it would be deemed to graphic by my
dad yet my
mom would have no problem with it. I end up getting "Bulworth" and
fall
asleep. We wake up and take showers. My dad goes to the other room
to see if
she wants to go to Disney World. She makes him look like an ass by
having him
stand outside with no answer. After about 10 minutes my dad gets the
front
desk guy. No answer for him either. My dad gets mad. I think, "What
a
bitch." After about a half hour she answers the door, they fight and
we go to
Disney World WITHOUT Kathy. Being the nice guys we are, we go back to
the
hotel at about 2:00 to see if she wants to go. She doesn't answer the
door. I
think, "What a bitch." We have a fun day at Disney without her. We
go back to
the room and decide to go to Tampa and go to Busch Gardens. Before we
leave we
knock on the door and she doesn't answer. We find out she checked
out. We are content because we were going to leave her there but now
we know she is gone. We have fun at Busch Gardens and come home. That
is pretty much what my
vacation consisted of. Almost an epic isn't it?