Message-ID: <40105asstr$1041034251@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <sfarragher@nj.rr.com> From: "Sean Farragher" <sfarragher@nj.rr.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <DAEAJLKEENNEGEBLGNPHOEBHDAAA.sfarragher@nj.rr.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal Importance: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2002 00:07:03 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} TxM6: Cousins, Grandfather and a Horse Part I of II. Mf ff and bestiality Date: Fri, 27 Dec 2002 19:10:51 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/40105> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, gill-bates From TxM6 Taxi Murders Hyperfiction The Love of Cousins Part I (c) 2002 Sean Farragher http://www.seanfarragher.com/hyperfiction http://www.seanfarragher.com http://www.seanfarragher.com/Joss TxM6 Hyperfiction Novel THE LIFE OF HELENA HERRIG: MOTHER OF LAURIE FALLON Seduction of Cousin Janet Friday, July 7, 1961 Bradford, PA Helena Mae Herrig, Laurie's mother, remembered one lazy summer Friday evening before Green Tree, PA: "I was eighteen and four months. My cousin Janet (child of my uncle by marriage and my mother) and I would have sex together. Janet was beautiful but had a slight mind. No, she was not retarded - just not as smart as the usual Herrig women. Balanced against her small wit was a very precocious just sixteen-year-old. "At first, when I was little, I took advantage of her. I led her into the games that showed her our open cunts. I knew she liked to fuck. Heard her fuck her boyfriend. Knew she came on to my father. We had been doing these games before I could remember. Perhaps we first did it when we were twelve in seventh grade playing Doctor. "I remember the tongue depressors we used. Neither of us could remember when we first seduced the other. I remember we hardly had anything but small flat nipples, and bare pubic skin that would get pink when we rubbed each other. You know how kids smoke cigarettes when then are fucked up,, thinking they are adults, Janet and I would play at sex but we got off on it, and in a way that is the same with cigarettes. Kids do get addicted. " Sleeping together as cousins made it easy for us to explore. We knew what to do. Neither of us were virgins, but Janet and I agreed, when we slept together we always felt more peaceful than sleeping alone. We loved being relaxed and we had a unique grandfather who loved to take up on his knee and finger us. We talked about it all summer how Pops as we called him was nasty pervert but we loved how he taught us to ride the horses and never yelled, although he loved to spank us both, sometimes laughing at it. This summer night was no different. We were older and both of us had boy friends that had lived out of town. Drinking had replaced sex to some extent. We both smoked. When we drank OJ and Tequila, sucked orange slices and cherries; we really did. We never pretended. OK, we did stretch the truth with out boy friends. What else could we do? If we had told them they might have said something to their buddies. They might have asked us to perform. All I know is Janet and I hated to lie about anything. Neither of us would ever have been good at poker. We really wanted to do it for them, to show them how crazy and how deeply and thoroughly nasty we had become. We wanted everyone to know that we were lovers and we also wanted them to imagine us taking on ten guys at a time, and we did that once at the boys camp. We fucked every Junior counselor in the place, and then did the security guard and the Assistant Director. The director was a woman, and she liked Janet, and Janet took care of her easily and we ran the fucken place. After all, when I lied, my mouth twitched, or my hand eye movements were disoriented. Actually, when I tell tall tales or fibs now (no matter what the extreme), I feel that subtle, sexy twinge. As a small child I tasted it with more than my mouth. When I lied, I felt tension build in my ass. It never let up until I let it go in one way or another. Years later I understood why I liked to watch my lover pee. He would stand there at ease and it would just flow. It amazed me how easy it was. He was twist his head and smile, and then let go. It was almost an art form. When I was a girl I would struggle with lies and truth. When I lied I could never let it just go. This was especially true when I lied or "pretended" about boys, I would feel as if my breasts would wear that sign, nipple hard, like now protruding, plucked like strings; see I was always turned on. My ass would actually hurt until I did it to myself. All of this was obvious to us. Years later I understand the power of tension and how feeling forbidden makes you want to close up your ass. What did we have to fear then, but we did pretend. We didn't want folks calling us queer. After all I preferred boys. Janet I think preferred girls. That is what she told me years later when we met when I came home from College. I attended Florida State and she, of all places, Barnard. Given that, she could not have been stupid, and she admitted that she pretended to be a moron because she liked to watch people without them worrying about how it would change me. She told me she hated folks who came on all guilty when they did nasty things to her. She knew what she wanted, and she hated being patronized. After she told me she was twice divorced (I almost said so what I was working on my third then), she told me her new lover was a woman. She confessed how she loved me when we were kids together. She said her childhood had given her that crazed look she markets now in porno pictures. Yes, she does it for a living, and says that she only really comes now with women. She asked me if I really liked men. I asked her if she were kidding, and she laughed. I told her I felt differently and perhaps a few years of innocence might have helped. It was a one time meeting of old friends and lovers. After we kissed, briefly sharing her tongue, my mouth tasted as it had when we were children and teenagers It is true. Janet and I had grown up with a family of libertines. Men, boys and girls constantly rubbed my ass, massaged my nipples. Women begged to be kissed. Everyone including Janet wanted my soft mouth. The shrinks would call it dysfunctional now. Sex was ordinary and everyday with the Herrig's. We were a gathering of what we would call now super freaks. Some of it was wonderful, pleasurable, and never physically violent. I never felt pain or physical coercion unless that was part of the game we created. I loved to spank Janet. She would open her legs and let me smack her hard with a fly swatter or once with a ping-pong paddle. We usually did it before we had sex together. Janet however had a hard time with no. Sometimes I didn 't want anything. I just wanted to be easy, and she would almost demand that I do her or let her do me. When I felt that way, I let her do it just to stop the shit. Oh I came. Always got into it. It was just that Janet seemed more obsessed with the girl-girl sex than I did. I found out from her that giving in to mental pressure could be worse than actually refusing. Given those extreme circumstances I never knew guilt. Nothing seemed wrong. Pleasure was a glow that covered our bodies. It all changed for the Herrig's when Janet and I started to date boys and for Janet I presume girls outside of the family. That was not Grandpa Max's (He was my father and grandfather) plan. The Herrig girls (and they were always girls to him) were a private preserve. Max actually told me that one day when I was thirteen. I remember it was my birthday. End Part I. 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