Path: not-for-mail
From: Incest Man <familyincest@graffiti.net>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.incest,alt.sex.incest,alt.sex.stories,alt.stories.incest
Subject: Story "IN PRAISE OF OLDER WOMEN..."
Date: Sat, 18 Jun 2005 14:28:35 -0700
Organization: http://groups.google.com
Lines: 607
Message-ID: <1119130115.594028.86880@o13g2000cwo.googlegroups.com>
NNTP-Posting-Host: 194.158.202.183
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1"
X-Trace: posting.google.com 1119130120 3998 127.0.0.1 (18 Jun 2005 21:28:40 GMT)
X-Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 18 Jun 2005 21:28:40 +0000 (UTC)
User-Agent: G2/0.2
Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com
Injection-Info: o13g2000cwo.googlegroups.com; posting-host=194.158.202.183; posting-account=OHuwPQ0AAAC-Eog3-12CI2dbbgdS3Qoh
===================
http://www.incesttabooo.com/taboo.html
"IN PRAISE OF OLDER WOMEN..."
Adapted from `Jailbait'
by Jack
Little boys are just little boys - `rats and snails
and puppy dog tails,' as the old poem goes - but little
girls are very often merely little women. I'd read about
that young girl named Lolita, who made it with an older
man, but I assumed she was totally fictional. She
wasn't, much to my amazement and sorrow, and I found
that out.
My wife of six years and I finally divorced in the
winter of '93, and I moved out. Managing to keep my job,
that was about all, but because I'd become awfully weary
of the fighting and tension I, I figured it was worth it
though.
When I'd finally caught her making it with some young
grunt of a high school football player, in our own
house, that did it. Like the husband in a classic,
French farce, I'd come home too early and found her
getting her red-headed brains screwed out by that
juvenile jock. The soft, rhythmic sound of expensive
bedroom hardware should've clued me, but unthinkingly,
I'd pushed open the door to see the soles of Brenda's
feet bobbing the air and her fingers digging into his
butt as with youthful gusto, he was humping her down
into the mattress. She was groaning and whimpering, and
both of them were too engrossed in the job at hand to
hear me enter.
Acting without thinking, leaping across the room and
just as he was coming, jerking that punk off of her by
the hair, before he recovered, I got in a couple of
good punches. Then he beat the living hell out of me. I
was thirty-two, and in decent shape, but the kid - if
you could call him that - was over six-foot tall, one-
ninety-five, eighteen years old, and in peak condition.
Trying to stay conscious, beginning to hurt all over, I
lay on the floor as, her curvy butt going jiggle-jiggle
as she ran out of the room, Brenda jumped off the bed, .
And that was that. Filing for divorce, but out of male
pride, not citing adultery, the court clobbered me and
bitterness piled upon anger. When the legal smoke
cleared, I moved into the YMCA and began my new, single
life.
Boy, did I get a hard lesson in the mating game. I got
teased, stood up, ripped off and generally trashed for
six months before I got wiser and wary.
By June, things were looking a little better though
and I went house hunting. Finding a nice apartment
across town - actually a guest house at the rear of a
large home - I set up bachelor house-keeping. I had
reasonable privacy, and a back entrance off the
alleyway, so I hardly ever saw the couple who owned the
place. My landlord was a middle aged exec with a large
computer corporation, and I think I got a deal on the
place because, trying to finish my degree in computer
science, I was back in school. His wife was a
friendly, blonde, but we kept it civil and strictly
platonic.
So all went well until late June when their grand-
daughter, Molly, moved in. Pushing fifteen, Molly was
tall for her age, red-headed and green-eyed, like my ex,
and just past the budding stage. In fact, she had a
fairly lush figure for a kid, but the trouble was, she
knew it. Her breasts weren't big, but they were headed
that way, the large nipples making prominent peaks
against the material of whatever top she wore. Her hips
were beginning to take on the alluring, female curve of
womanhood, and her legs were already well shaped and
long.
That much body, coupled with surging hormones and
juvenile emotions is one very dangerous combination for
any male in sight. I noticed her shortly after she moved
in and spoke to her, but she responded with a dour look
and I ignored her after that.
Being ignored was something little Molly couldn't
handle so after a couple of weeks, she began flirting
with me. Now it seemed every time I looked over my
shoulder, she was there. I got sly glances, then smiles,
then I got treated to the sight of her in a minuscule
bikini, and supposedly to dump the garbage, once she
came out of the main house in just her bra and panties.
I blew it off though until my landlady asked me to tutor
the girl in computers for the summer. I almost said no,
but she pleaded sweetly and I finally agreed.
So on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, Molly would come
back to my little place and we'd sit down at my pentium
for a lesson in electronic data mystique. It went okay -
she was a fast learner - and I tried to ignore the knee
bumping under the desk, the frequent touches and the
heady scent of expensive perfume until the third week.
That Tuesday she showed up wearing just a t-shirt with
obviously nothing under it and tight short shorts.
"Oops," she said as she plunked herself down in the
chair next to mine, "Sorry I'm late. I had to finish
some chores."
Suddenly, I was having a lot of trouble keeping my
eyes on the monitor and off the dual rise of her bare
boobs under the thin shirt. Distracted, I suggested a
break and got us cokes from my small 'fridge. As I
handed her the can, her fingers wrapped around mine and
I saw she was wearing nail polish.
Sitting on the couch across the small room, she
crossed her legs to give me a nice shot of her legs all
the way up to her ass. Keeping my gaze elevated and
away from her thighs, all too adult and luxurious, below
the high edge of her pink shorts, I sat across from her.
"Jack," she finally said, using my first name in a
disturbingly familiar way, "Maybe you could help me with
a problem, if you wouldn't mind a lot." She paused, then
continued. "I should ask my grandma, I guess, but she's,
well, kinda older, and I think you might know what I'm
talking about more. Besides, I can't talk to them about
it."
"If it's computers, I can help," I told her firmly.
"But otherwise I doubt it."
Molly laughed. "It's not computers. I'm confused about
this boy I've been dating. I know he wants sex from me,
but I'm, well, getting tired of saying no all the time."
I started to speak, but she held up her hand to stop me.
"I know, I know, it's awfully personal and everything,
but since I'm probably going to say yes, and I don't
want to get pregnant, I'd be awfully grateful if you'd
help me get some birth control."
Sweet Jesus! She was about to get laid and wanted me
to further her delinquency. I shook my head quickly.
"Please?" she wheedled, looking under her lashes at
me. "They won't sell them to me, he won't get any, and I
don't want to be pregnant."
"Try saying no," I suggested sharply.
She gazed at me as if I'd suddenly turned into the
pedantic Caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland. "I've
been saying no," she said petulantly, "but I don't want
to anymore. He puts his finger in me and I get so dizzy
and flustered."
Her legs and her emerging breasts dominated my sight,
and my brain, and I began to picture her naked, heaving
under some pimply boy, taking his thrusts and moaning in
pleasure. Sweat dampened my sides and the palms of my
hands, and worse, I felt an insistent stirring in my
lonely penis. "Whoo," I muttered. "I can't do that. I'd
be in deep trouble even talking any more about it with
you."
Molly wheedled again, coming over and trying to sit on
my lap. I pushed her off and she settled for squatting
down next to my chair. "Please. I really trust you. And
you can trust me too. I wouldn't tell anyone, no matter
what. Please."
I tried a different tack. "Look, I'm assuming you're
still a virgin, and I know it's awfully old fashioned,
but you might consider staying that way."
She gave me an arch little smile. "You are sort of old
fashioned, but kind of sweet. What makes you think I'm
still virgin?"
I felt a hard, warm ripple through my crotch. "Okay,
so you've already done it. I still can't buy birth
control for you."
"You wouldn't want a boy to take me without some
protection, would you?" Her hand rested on my leg as if
to make a point, but it was about as uncalculated as
Wellington's campaign against Napoleon. "You wouldn't,
would you?"
"No," I said in a daze of lust, "I wouldn't."
"Well then," she smiled, "buy some for me and I'll
even pay you back. Or maybe you could loan me some of
yours."
I gaped at her in surprise, then comprehension. Molly
blushed, and I knew she'd been prowling in my room. "I
guess you have something like that," she said quickly to
cover her lapse.
I decided to try shocking her out of it. Half-
jokingly, I said, "I don't suppose you'd want me to
demonstrate them for you would you?"
She pulled her hand from my knee and stared at me, her
eyes going wider. "I wouldn't be afraid if you did," she
said in a low tone, but her expression made a lie of her
words.
We'd come to a turning point and I thought I'd scared
her enough to where she'd leave me alone after that. But
I didn't realise just how determined she was. "I'm not
really in love with him," she said. "I mean, I was
thinking about doing it with him, but I still might not
if I had someone I really liked better."
I told myself I was trying to scare her off even more
as I said, "You know just what you're hinting at?
Talking to a man my age about sex is tantamount to
asking for it. Is that what you want?"
Molly put her chin up, set her jaw and put her
shoulders back, pushing her tits against the material of
her shirt. "I might be. Does that bother you?" she
smiled.
I couldn't see her as a little girl anymore then. I
got up and slowly moved toward the door, locking it, and
then turned back to her. She looked at me soberly, no
longer wheedling or smiling.
"Are your grandparents home?"
Molly shook her head, her eyes fastened on mine. My
nice-guy side was screaming 'no, don't! she's only
fourteen!' but the other side of me, the horny,
frustrated, not-so-nice side, was saying, 'she's old
enough and she's no virgin, go for it! Fuck her little
brains out!'
The horny side won out. I stepped over to her and took
her hands in mine, kidding myself that I was still
trying to shock her out of it, and said, "Okay then,
let's go to bed."
"Aren't you going to kiss me first?" she asked in a
tremulous voice. I was still trying to kid myself that I
was attempting to shock her out of it as I drew her
close and kissed her, pressing my pelvis tightly to
hers, knowing that she had to be feeling the firm rise
of my swelling penis against her belly. She didn't back
off though and I got a very adult kiss back, complete
with probing tongue.
That really did it. We side-walked to the couch and in
just a couple of minutes, we were stretched out, my hand
up under the edge of her shorts and her ankle hooked
over the back of mine.. As we came up for air once, she
whispered, "You don't have to use anything if you don't
want to."
I intended to, but just then I was busy pushing up her
t-shirt. I got it up and I was shocked at how full her
breasts were. They were nicely curved and nubile, with
fairly large nipples, now swollen with excitement. I
bent to kiss them and she held my head.
"I'm getting all squirmy and tingly in my tummy," she
told me.
"Good! Let's get your shorts off." I felt her go tense
again. "You want to stop?" I asked, the nice-guy part
hoping she'd say she did. But, no, she didn't and I
helped her unzip and wiggle out of the snug shorts.
Still going easy as I was able, I ran my fingers down
her abdomen and pressed them gently into the crease of
her mons under her underpants. Instead of flinching, she
opened her legs, making it easier, inviting me, and I
discovered that she was slightly damp. I started to pull
them off her, but she stopped me. "You get undressed
first."
"Why? Are you embarrassed?"
Molly nodded. "But it's okay. I just want to see." Her
face coloured. I sat up and stripped as she gazed at me,
hesitating a little before I pulled off my shorts. My
cock jumped free and I waited for her gasp of shock
But it didn't come. Almost wonderingly, she reached
over and touched the turgid length of my male staff,
touching the tip cautiously. "It's wet on the end," she
observed, repressing a giggle.
"I noticed you're a little damp yourself."
She lifted her hips and quickly pulled her red
underpants off. I don't know why, but I was surprised to
see the curly delta of woman fur at her crotch. Her
shirt bunched up at her chest, she lay back, moving her
legs apart, looking at me. I forgot all about going to
the dresser for a condom as I moved up between her
spreading thighs. Now there was no turning back and no
fooling myself. I was about to fuck her. She sucked in a
hissing breath as I got into position and touched the
tip of my all too eager cock to the fleshy cleft below
that thin woman fur.
I pushed a bit, barely parting her labia and she gave
a sharp gasp and her eyes went wide. I stopped, but her
hands pressed the small of my back, urging me on. "No,
it's okay. Go on."
I pushed again, she gave another little gasp and I was
in her. I don't know what I had expected but it wasn't
like screwing a little girl. She lay still, but the feel
of her so snug and warm around my intruding cock was not
so different from the way it would be with an older
girl. I kept still on her for a moment, hearing her
breathing, and after a bit, she shifted, moving more
under me and bringing one knee up. "Oh," she sighed,
"it's so different."
Pulling back a bit, I thrust again and this time she
didn't flinch or gasp. I took another easy stroke, she
sighed, and then I was humping her, slowly stroking it
to her. She became wetter and looser and I began to
believe she really hadn't been virgin. I stopped just
long enough to grab a throw pillow and place it under
her head, then put her arm around my neck. "How do you
want me to do?" she asked in a quivery voice.
"How ever you feel like."
Molly made a tentative movement of her hips, biting
her lower lip in concentration. "Uh," she grunted
softly, her arm tightening around my neck.
"Bring your legs up," I ordered and her knees cocked
back. "Good. Now just try to move with me." Resting my
forearm under her neck, I grasped her butt with my other
hand and began to really hump it to her, moving faster,
plunging in and out in a nice, steady rhythm, then
hammering down on her until she was grunting under me
and her legs were flopping in the air above my sweaty
back. She kept saying, 'oh, oh, oh' as I drove into her
and I grinned to myself, thinking that kid she'd fucked
hadn't given it to her like this.
Molly got over her confusion after a bit and did try
to move with me, starting to push her hips back to me.
In a few minutes, the couch springs sighed under our
weight and Molly's hands were stroking my back as we
moved nicely together.
"Are you going to come?" she whispered thinly a bit
later.
"You ready?"
"Yeah."
Lifting my upper body, I drove for a finish, thrusting
hard to her, looking down between us to see my prick
pistoning in and out of her stretched inner lips. Then I
came, arching up as I burst into her. She went tense as
she felt my sperm filling her, sucking in a quick breath
and tightening her arms.
Then came the awful realisation that I had just had
sex with a kid. Sudden visions of enraged guardians and
stern judges filled my brain and cold panic washed over
me. I came out of it with Molly's voice in my ear.
"How do I know if I came?"
I pushed off of her and sat up, icy with dread.
"What?"
"It felt so . . . different. My tits got all hard, I
got dizzy and my tummy went all swirly inside, like big
waves and I felt like fainting."
I looked at her, naked, open and flushed, her one leg
bent behind me, the other over my thighs. "Yeah, you
could have."
"I never came before," Molly said wonderingly. Smiling
up at me, she touched my forearm. "Am I as good as your
dumb ol' girlfriend?"
"I don't know. You're too young for me."
"Crap!" Molly snapped, sitting up. "I am not. We just
did it and we both came, so I'm old enough." She gave me
a sly grin. "Besides, we didn't use anything so I might
be pregnant right now even."
`God forbid!' I thought. "You'd better get out of
here," I told her.
"No, I'm staying. They won't be back for hours yet.
Anyway, you have to do what I say now because you could
get in trouble for doing it to me." I gave her a
horrified look and she giggled. "I won't tell, so don't
look so scared." She looked thoughtful. "I don't know if
I could stay all night with you, but I can try. Anyway,
next time we'd better be careful."
`Next time?' I shook my head.
Molly scowled at me. "You don't want to make me
pregnant, do you?"
"I don't even want you over here again," I said
darkly.
"Yes you do!" she snorted. "You liked it. I bet you'd
even like to do it to me again too." Boldly, Molly
touched my limp cock, still damp with her female fluids
and my semen. "It's all wrinkly now," she observed,
tracing my length with one finger.
I flinched away but taking my penis in her hand, Molly
pursued. "Can you make it get bigger again?"
I was certain I was going to go to jail. Then,
perversely, I didn't give a damn anymore. If I was a
rotten child molester and I was doomed to prison, I
might as well do it right. "You could make it get
bigger," I said in a malevolent tone. Molly gave me a
questioning look. "Sure. Play with it a bit and see what
happens."
Hesitating, she tried stroking my still flexible cock,
squeezing and pulling on it. When I didn't immediately
become erect, she stopped. "A grown up woman would try
kissing it," I advised, wickedly grinning at her.
Glowering at my teasing, Molly thrust her chin out
defiantly. "It's all yucchy and slimy and I'd puke." She
suddenly switched moods again and gave me a naughty
little smile. "You think I'm chicken, don't you? You
think I'm just a kid. Well, I'm just as sexy as that fat
old lady you brought over that night." She'd done a
little sneaking and peeking on me and no doubt had seen
me balling a woman I'd picked up and brought home a few
weeks ago.
Before I could rip her for spying, she scooted back,
bent over my lap and planted a quick kiss on the head of
my penis. "Poo!" she spat. "It tastes funny." Then with
an age old instinct, she bent again and cautiously
sipped at the end of it. She grimaced with distaste but
tried again, this time leaving her lips on me longer.
"Huh," she muttered wonderingly. Holding my twitching
cock in her fingers, she carefully placed her lips over
the head and took a tentative suck. I must have sighed
or groaned or something because she grinned up at me and
immediately went down again, sucking harder. In a very
short time, Molly was awkwardly pulling on my cock,
trying to really suck on it right, even using her tongue
a little. I responded, shifting lower on the couch and
lifting my hips to encourage her. My cock began to swell
in her moist, fourteen-year-old mouth and surprisingly
soon I was coming up to complete erection. I petted her
hair and her back as she slurped away on me.
"Hah, did it!" Molly exclaimed a couple of minutes
later, holding my hard-on. Looking up from her
handiwork, she said, "Do you want me to lie down now?"
"No," I said thickly, "Climb up on it." I thought
she'd balk at that, but no, she straddled me, her
features tight with concentration as she grasped my
resurrected cock, raised up and set the head to her
female entrance. She gave a little grunt as she settled
down to drive it up in her, then squirmed closer.
Hugging my neck, she said into my ear, "Okay, it's in."
Totally gone to lust, I kissed her cheek. "Good. See
if you can come again."
Her arms tightening around my neck, moving slowly up
and down on me, Molly flexed her thighs. It felt very
good. I slid wetly in and out as she made short pumps on
me and I leaned back, letting her ride me. She got the
rhythm and was soon humping me in fine fashion, her
breath beginning to whistle in my ear, her face flushed
and her eyes half closed. It was good sex and I had to
keep reminding myself that this was a little girl and
not some experienced woman.
"I . . . think I . . . can," she sighed after a few
minutes.
"Okay. But hurry. I think I'm getting pretty close."
"Okay. Uh, yeah." She inhaled sharply, stiffened and
all at once pushed down very tight to me, her pelvis
grinding against mine. "Oh!" she blurted. "It's
happening!".
Leaning back as I squirted into her, her eyes squeezed
shut, her fingers digging into my shoulders, Molly
flopped forward against me, gasping. I could feel her
vagina going tighter on me, grasping my cock inside of
her.
"Oh, God," I groaned. We rested for a moment, then
lifting her off, I moved back and laid her down with her
legs over the edge of the couch. Pushing her thighs
apart, I put my face to her crotch and began to nibble
at her slick, fleshy folds.
"No," she cried, pushing at my head. "That's nasty! We
just . . ." But she got quiet as I flicked her swollen
little clitoris with my tongue and thrust two fingers
deep into her slippery, semen lubed vagina.
A bit later, Molly's legs were around my shoulders and
she was shuddering as I knelt on the floor, my face
buried in her cleft. She came again, lifting and
whimpering. I pushed back and sat back on the couch.
Molly lay there, staring at the ceiling, her mouth
open. "That's what men do with big girls," I said, a
trifle smugly.
Molly slowly sat up, staring at me. "I'm all squirmy
inside. My bottom hurts."
"Think you'd want to do it again?"
She thought, then nodded. "Not right away though." She
shivered. "But I can sneak out after they've gone to bed
tomorrow night."
"Better not," I advised. "Just keep it for Tuesdays
and Thursdays, like usual."
"I feel funny about you doing that - you know - with
your mouth, right after we did it."
"How would you feel about doing it from the back?"
"In my rear end?" She looked aghast.
"Sure. Some big girls like it that way, and it's
harder to get pregnant like that."
Molly chewed her lip in consternation. "I don't know.
Couldn't we just use one of those plastic things?"
"Hey, look, you want to be grown up about it, right?
Well . . ."
She surprised me once more by saying, "Maybe. But it
might hurt."
"I'll do it real easy."
"Okay, I guess. We'll see." She left a while later.
I wasn't sure she'd show up again, but that Thursday,
there she was at my door. She was no sooner inside than
she was hugging me, ready to be kissed. "I'm okay now,"
she said. "You can do it to me, but not in my behind. I
tried putting my finger in there but I'm too small back
there for your thing."
With the aplomb of a long time, older girlfriend, she
dug through my dresser and found a condom. Without a
trace of shame or reluctance, she went to my bed, got
undressed and slid under the covers, waiting for me.
When I stripped and got in beside her, she kissed me,
then pressed me back. "I want you to kiss me down there
first instead of afterwards."
I got her good and wet and warmed with my tongue, and
when she was happy with that, Molly pulled me up onto
her, parted her legs for me and deftly rolled the condom
onto my ready cock before she brought it to her swollen
and moist cunt. As I sank down on her, and slid smoothly
into her, she said, "I'm going to keep on dating that
boy I know, but I won't let him do it, not right away
anyhow. But if I do, I promise to make him use one too."
Then proceeding to screw my head off, locking her legs
around me, she bucked and sighed under me until I came.
Laws and such notwithstanding, some females are born
lusty little seductresses. And now that I think about
it, once she made her mind up to have me, I don't think
I ever had a chance.
I was only thirty-two, but she was fourteen, going on
forty.
Wanna read more incest stories? >
http://www.incesttabooo.com/taboo.html