****** Guilt Ridden by D. Pravity ******
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Guilt Ridden


(This is a story about incest and sexual abuse of the helpless. I don't do it,
and I don't recommend it; it's just a fictional story for all of us depraved
types out there).

Call me Harry. I am a college graduate, a respected member of the community,
businessman, churchgoer and "pillar of the community." I am also a degenerate,
a child abuser and a moral bankrupt. But, God help me, I just can't help
myself; it's an addiction worse than any drug ever invented.

Our story begins in 1988, when I was 30 years old. I was, and still am an
accountant and CPA for a large gas pipeline construction company, and I live in
a warm-weather state. My older brother had just died from a sudden stroke, and
his affairs were in a mess. Gene had been a salesman, a good one, but one of
those happy-go-lucky types who never live beyond today. He left behind a lovely
wife, Beth, and 2 children; John, a normal 8th grade boy, and Lisa, who was a
special child. When she was just 8 months old, she contracted an almost fatal
case of equine encephalitis. The raging fever burned her brain to mush and
blinded her in one eye. She looked normal in every way, a pretty, 12-year-old
girl showing normal physical development, but with the vacant stare and loose-
lipped smile of the simple minded. She could speak and understand at about the
4th year level.

Lisa was a happy child; her mother loved her dearly, and all who met her were
charmed by her prettiness and her smiling demeanor. Her appearance gave nothing
away; on first meeting, one would think she was a normal, pretty preteen. She
was like her mother in many ways; petite, strawberry blonde, blue eyes (albeit
dull) and long, curling lashes. Slender preteen body with breasts developing
nicely, coltish legs and pretty round little bottom, she would have been a
teen's dream, except for her handicap.

In the course of arranging my brother's affairs and settling his estate, I
became aware that his family was almost without money. He left a small
insurance policy, which was enough to bury him and pay off his home mortgage,
but nothing was left over for his widow and children. I was single (still am)
so it occurred to me that a good solution would be for me to live with them,
pay Beth rent and my share of groceries and household supplies. That meant she
would still have to work, but it was a big help to her financially, and I was
able to pay for Lisa's school and day care.

Beth and I had always been friends, so one evening when the kids had gone to
bed, Beth came into the den where I was watching TV, and she was wearing a
short terry-cloth robe, which revealed her pretty legs and nice, round bottom.

"Harry, would you like a drink or some beer?" she asked.

"A glass of that Lambrusco would be perfect, Beth, thanks."

When she came back, she had two glasses of wine, and her robe had opened a
little so that I could see her cleavage and the deep valley between her C cup
breasts. We toasted each other, clicked glasses and relaxed on the sofa.

"Harry, I don't know what we would have done without your help. Gene was a
great guy, but such a numbskull when it came to finances, so we never knew even
how much money we had in our checking account, let alone any savings. Your
being here has not only kept me out of bankruptcy, it has been fun having you
here. The kids like you, and Lisa thinks you're very special."

"She's such a sweet little girl; it's heartbreaking what happened to her," I
said.

Tears formed in her eyes, and I pulled her to me to comfort her, putting her
head on my shoulder, and rocking her slowly back and forth. She raised her head
and looked solemnly at me, her laughing eyes now dulled with tears. I pulled
her to me and kissed her full, pouting lips. She moaned and pressed her lips to
mine, the tip of her little pink tongue flicking mine. I put my hand inside her
robe, gently cupping her heavy, firm breast. I lifted and squeezed it, tenderly
squeezing the suddenly erect nipple with its wrinkly brown areole. Her mouth
became insistent on mine, nibbling my lips and entwining my tongue with hers in
a dance of passion. Her hand found my zipper and lowered it. She was quietly
moaning with desire as she put her hand in my fly and pulled my now stiff-as-
iron cock from its hiding place. She stroked it to its full 6" length, tickling
the underside and helmet with her nails and soft little fingers.

I pulled the belt on her robe and it opened, revealing those wonderful breasts,
and showing me her tight, 32-year-old body. She was wearing semi-transparent
hi-cut briefs, and her luxuriant red/gold muff was visible to my inspection.

She broke her kiss and said, "Oh, Harry, please don't tell me that you don't
like my middle aged body; I would just die if you did."

"Beth, Honey, you have the type of body I have always admired; it's obvious
that you take care of yourself. You are clean and sweet and delicious looking,
from your little skullcap of curly red/gold hair down to your pretty pink
toes."

"Love me tonight, Harry; I am burning up with hunger to have you in me. It's
been so long for me and I know it has been for you, too. You don't have to make
me any promises, Harry, just love me and possess me and make me your woman,
even it it's only for tonight."

I kissed her again and slid my hand in her panties, cupping her damp mound and
slipping my middle finger into her moistness. She groaned and bucked against
me, and her hand groped my stiff cock through my pants. In a frenzy, we ripped
each other's clothes off and while she was taking off my socks, she engulfed my
stiff one in her hot, sucking mouth. Watching those ruby red lips sliding up
and down my meat made me want to cum too fast, so I pulled her off. Long
strings of saliva and precum hung between her wet lips and my cock.

I put her on the sofa and mounted her in the missionary position, my dick
sliding into her wetness with no hesitation. Squealing and moaning, she thrust
up into me as I set up a steady fuck rhythm of about one stroke per second,
just the right speed. I put her legs over my arms so I could get deeper and
soon my balls were slapping against her bottom. Her moans and cries, together
with my loud grunts echoed through the house. I looked up, and Lisa was
standing at the bottom of the stairs in her little nightgown, staring and
sucking her thumb. This so inflamed my passion that I immediately went into a
crashing orgasm, squirting my hot load deep into Beth's sweet pussy. The wet
heat from my sperm got her motor racing, and she wrapped her legs tighter
around my neck, her nails digging into my thighs. She wailed her pleasure, and
I could feel her wetness bathe my cock and balls. We collapsed into a trembling
heap. When I told her that Lisa was watching, she got up and, leaking cum down
her legs, led the child back to her bed.

Things rocked along for a few months, with Beth and I now sharing the same bed
every night, like a married couple. Then I started to notice that Lisa had no
sense of modesty about her body. She would wander around, in and out of the
house, in her underwear and sometimes totally nude. Beth or I would have to
stop her and make sure she had enough clothes on before she went outside to
play. Lisa's body was perfect in every way for a girl so young, and the times I
was forced to dress her before sending her out to play inflamed my passions and
made my cock stiff inside my shorts. I kept pushing the thought away from me,
but it kept coming back - God, I wanted to fuck that little girl!

Beth became pregnant with our child, and for some reason, it was a difficult
pregnancy. She gained weight at a prodigious rate, and her feet and legs
swelled to elephantine proportions. Her breasts were enormous, and the areoles
expanded and turned a dark chocolate brown. The morning sickness lasted longer
than most, and she was totally indifferent to sex. Having to go without after
such marvelous sex from her made me frantic with lust.

Finally, the time for her confinement came, and she went to the hospital. Labor
was long and protracted. The doctor informed me that she had a very difficult
delivery, lost a lot of blood and was severely weakened by the birth of our
daughter, a plump, squealing little beauty. Beth would have to stay in the
hospital for several days, and have bed rest for a couple of weeks after she
came home.

For the first time in over a year, I was now sleeping alone, and I didn't like
it. Not only did I need sexual relief, but the feel of warm feminine body next
to me at night. Then I thought, "Why not have Lisa sleep with me? At least I
will have the comfort of a body next to me, and she won't mind. She's already
asking for her mommy. And it's not like I'm going to DO anything, right?"
Right.

That night, I bathed her myself (usually Beth's job), and was pumped stiff as
wood by the sight of her precious preteen femaleness. As I washed her breasts
and bottom, she hummed her little tune, and played with her little rubber duck.
Since I needed a bath, too, I stripped and got in the tub with the little
beauty. She looked at my rigid cock with mild interest, and touched herself as
if to see why she didn't have one, too. I soaped her again, paying special
attention to her pointy little breasts with the pink noses. She smiled and
giggled, "Tickle, Daddy, tickle." I soaped and washed her preteen pussy with
the prominent mound and red/blonde silky hair starting to grow. She squeaked a
little and pushed herself against my hand, feeling good. I slipped my cock
between her slippery butt cheeks and started thrusting. I was inflamed with
lust, and after only a few strokes, I ejaculated several long ropes of semen
into the tub water. Lisa turned and looked at me, and smiled her simple-minded
little smile, and I cursed and hated myself for what I did.

We got out of the tub and I dried her body and hair with 2 soft, fluffy towels.
I kissed her and hugged her and she responded with baby kisses, open-mouthed. I
took her to her room and dressed her in her soft silky nightgown, but no
panties (I justified this by telling myself that she would be more comfortable,
and besides, she never wet the bed). I took her to our bedroom and she climbed
into the bed. She put her arms around my neck and gave me a baby kiss. I held
her to me, and put my tongue into her mouth. She pulled back, looking
surprised, and then stuck her tongue into my mouth. I was about to cum in my
pants, so I disengaged and let her climb under the covers.

I went downstairs and mixed myself a very strong drink, cursing my depravity
and my desire for the helpless babe upstairs in my bed. Maybe if I jerked off,
it would help, so I put a porn tape in the VCR and jerked myself to orgasm. Two
orgasms in one night should keep the wood out, right? Right.

I usually sleep nude, so when I crawled into bed with Lisa, she was still
awake, lying on her back with her arms on her chest, staring at the painting I
have on the bedroom wall - A gorgeous, semi-nude young woman seated on a rock,
one hand cupping a fat breast. Berating myself for an animal, I turned my back
to her, and finally drifted off to sleep. I awoke a couple of hours later, my
stiff cock pushed against Lisa's bottom. Her thin nightgown had allowed my dick
to slip between her legs and it was up against her Venus mound. My raging
erection knew no conscience, so I slid her nightgown above her waist and
pressed my cock into that hot valley between her legs. Just a little friction
would get me off, and it wasn't like I was going to actually fuck her or
anything, right? Right.

She was fast asleep, and the thrusting of my loins against her didn't disturb
her sleep. Her tiny slit was slightly moist, and oh, so warm! Pulling back the
covers, I turned her over and spread her legs. Putting my head between her
legs, I inhaled the sweet scent of soap and child flesh. I kissed her mound and
licked it gently, groaning with desire. I reached to the bedside table and got
a tissue to wrap around my cock so that when I ejaculated, it wouldn't get on
her. I dined on her sweet pussy, licking and sucking from anus to vagina,
tenderly and lovingly. When I looked at her face, her eyes were open and she
was watching me with her innocent smile on her face. The only reaction I was
getting is that she spread her legs a little more, but her expression remained
the same; no hip thrusting or body quivers. Since she obviously wasn't afraid
and didn't seem to mind, I got between her legs and started rubbing the head of
my cock on her saliva-slicked pussy. She just looked at me as I got on top of
her and put my cock head at the entrance to her beautiful, tiny pussy. When I
slid inside, she flinched a little, but made no move to stop me, her wide-eyed
baby smile staying on her face. As my dick pushed against her hymen, it was,
"Hurt, Daddy, hurt." She jerked as my engorged meat tore her maidenhead...
"Hurt, Daddy, hurted me."

Like the animal I am, I humped and rutted, feeling her tight moistness around
my dick as I stroked in and out of her love channel. Lisa lay there with her
head to one side, hands by her side, accepting me with no resistance. I kissed
and licked her breasts. She lay obediently still, letting me have my lustful
way with her, and not giving any resistance. Nor did she give any sign of
pleasure or even knowing what I was doing to her. For reasons I cannot to this
day understand, this inflamed me even more, and I pumped wildly atop her,
emptying my load of hot semen deep into her virginal channel.

As I lay there on top of her pretty little body, she looked at me and said,
"Daddy, I got a ouchee and it stings. Potty, Daddy, I gotta go potty."

I took her to the bathroom and washed her slimy thighs and pussy mount with a
warm, wet washcloth. When she sat on the toilet to pee, she complained a little
that it burned. As she sat there, I watched strings of semen drool from her
bloody vagina into the toilet bowl. Guilt flooded me, and tears stung my eyes
as I resolved to never to do it again. Right.

As the days passed, I lost my resolve and took her into my bed whenever the
feelings of lust and deprivation overtook me; God help me, I couldn't help
myself. She didn't complain of pain anymore, and let me have my way with her in
her usual compliant acceptance. At least she wasn't menstruating, so for the
time being, I didn't have to worry about pregnancy. Right.

John never seemed to notice anything, and I told myself I was very careful to
have sex with Lisa only when he was sound asleep or gone from the house. He was
a normal 15-year-old boy and masturbated about 5 times a day, I'm sure. I found
his little stash of porn magazines, but I didn't disturb them. I knew he also
watched my porn movies, but I didn't see anything wrong with it.

One day my company sent me to a construction site at the other end of the
state. I told John that he would have to look after his sister, and that I
would be back the next day. He was given instructions about feeding Lisa and
himself and, since the following day was a Saturday, he would have to baby sit
her until her father got home. He already knew how to feed and change the baby,
Maggie.

So, I went directly to the airport after work and waited for my flight. I
called and checked on the kids and John said everything was ok, and he would
look after things. After a 2-hour delay, the flight was cancelled because of
bad weather at the other end, so I went back to my car and drove home.

As I drove into the garage, I was surprised that all the lights were out so
early. Usually John would resist going to bed until the last minute. Like, it
was only 8 o'clock. Harry entered the house through the carport into the
kitchen and something warned him to be quiet, so he silently went into the
living room and listened. All quiet. Then he thought he heard something from
upstairs, so he tiptoed up the stairs and heard the unmistakable sounds of sex;
squeaking bedsprings and gasps and moans. The sounds were coming from Lisa's
room, so he quietly turned the knob and eased the door open slightly. What he
saw at first shocked him; Lisa was on her back, her legs in the air, and John
was mounted on her, fucking like crazy. Her legs were shaking with his thrusts,
tiny feet bobbing on her ankles as he pounded into her. Her little breasts were
jiggling back and forth and her hands were holding on to his arms. I could
plainly see his surprisingly large cock sloshing in and out of her wet pussy.
There was cum on her legs so this must be their second time since he went to
the airport! Her mouth was wet and she had that same vacant, loose-lipped smile
on her face, like what she was doing was just to please him.

My first reaction was to yank him off her and beat him to a pulp. Indeed, I
stormed into the room, and John looked at me, stricken, "Dad! Oh, shit! Don't
kill me!" he cried. "You do it to her, too, Dad! I never hurt her... she just
takes off her clothes and lays back to let me do it."

I collapsed on my knees by the bed. "Oh, God, what have I done here? John, this
is wrong, what we're doing! Oh I hate myself for this!"

Just then Lisa sat up and kissed us on the cheeks with her sweet baby kiss,
first John, then me. Then she lay back down on the bed and spread her legs wide
open again. Her swollen, red pussy was slimy with cum and spit, and John's last
ejaculation was even then oozing down her bottom and into the anal crack.

"Play, Daddy, play?" and my heart seemed to burst open. I sobbed and tears ran
down my face.

"Play, John, play?" and John ran weeping to the bathroom.

I held Lisa in my arms and kissed her angelic, innocent face, and her loose,
wet lips. I was attempting to comfort myself by petting her, but soon Satan
guided my heart, and I started licking her little body, kissing those precious
little breasts and, finally, burying my face into her wet mound, licking and
sucking her clean of John's emissions. I mounted her and guided my throbbing
erection into her now clean and slick hole. I had been teaching her how to hump
back as she was being fucked, and she now moved her hips up to me as I pumped
in and out of her. John stood in the doorway, stroking himself, waiting his
turn.

Two months later, the vomiting started.

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