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Subject: Title story: "Gramps" Author: Incestor 44552218
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Date: Wed, 25 May 2005 20:17:05 +0000
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Gramps
Grampa's ugly breath is filling my throat and I can't scream cuz his tongue is
in my mouth, and I can't get away cuz he's so heavy on top of me and he's
holding me down. He has a big hand on my chest, just above my titties and I
can't hardly breathe.
Just now I thought he was gonna let me go cuz he shifted his hips offa me, but
instead he reached with his other hand and tore my dress right down the front.
My pretty dress is all ruint. What can I tell momma?
His hand is squirming around at my cunny now. He's not kissing me any more and I
started to scream, but he smacked my jaw and tole me to keep quiet. I saw stars,
I swear, he hit me that hard. He tole me I was a little slutwhore, sashayin
around in my tight dress. He's pokin at my cunny with his big ole gnarly finger.
I don't want him to, he hurts me when he does that, but he thinks I like it cuz
my cunny gets wet and drools for him.
I hate it. I hate him and I hate it and I hate my cunny for drooling on him. I
want to kill him one day.
Now he says I'm ready for him. He smiles like the devil, just a hateful grin
like he thinks he knows everything and everything is for him. I pull my legs
closed, but he grabs my knees and pulls them apart so hard it hurts, then he
flops down between them so I can't get them together again.
He's kneelin in between my legs, pushin that ugly white wormy pecker of his at
my pussy. He says he likes it when I fight him cuz it makes my cunt squeeze him
better. I can feel the knobby head go up inside me, and I scream at him to take
it out. He slaps me again. "Just take it, bitch," he tells me. "Just lie back
like the little slutwhore you are and take this pecker. You know you like it,
look at all that cunt-slobber, you little whore."
I'm not agonna cry. I'm gonna kill him one day. I keep telling myself that. I
tell myself so many times I start to think I might be saying it out loud. I
don't care if he knows.
Then I feel it happening. Oh, God, don't let it happen, please...
But God doesn't hear me. God doesn't listen to slutwhores, and I can feel the
heat of my hate building inside me, making me cum. I can feel the cum growing up
inside me like fire. I cling to him. I don't want to, honest I don't, but my
body wants me to cum and it won't do what I tell it to do. I tell it not to cum,
not to do this to me, but it won't stop. I can feel my back arching up. I can
feel my hips moving to meet his. I can feel my cunt aching to swallow his ugly
cock inside it. I can feel the wall of heat rise up and fall down on me,
squashing me like a bug, and I shudder cuz I like it. I like it and it makes me
want to puke. I hate him and I like what happens when he does this. I hate him
for it. I'm gonna kill him.
I hate the way he grunts and groans on top of me like some kind of pasty-white
mutant hog rutting, and I hate the way he always stinks so much of sour beer
and sweat.
Then he grunts real deep and I feel his jizz dribbling inside me. He rolls
off of me. I curl up with my back to him. I don't want him to see me cry. I
don't want him to see how ugly I am. I don't want him to see what a little
slutwhore he's made me into. I don't want him to see how he's made my body
into my enemy...
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