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Subject: The Yahweh Story
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In case you missed the source of the big brouhaha over at alt.sex, here's
the touching and sweet Yahweh story.
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From: U53482@uicvm.uic.edu (YAHWEH!)
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Subject: YAHWEH is good!
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Time:  Last few years or so.
Place:  A house in a city
Setting:  Sister's bedroom
Characters:  Me(shape of 17 year old) and sister (13 years old)

YAHWEH The Incestuous Part I

     I was walking down the hall, about to engage in my favorite
pastime, when I noticed that I could see light through my sister's
keyhole.  Call it luck, call it fate, or call it divine intervention
(yes, I did make the hole larger), I just call it fortuitous (a
serendipitous occurence for all you cretins with fingers in your
assholes).  I looked through, oh, she's changing.  Down goes her zipper,
down goes my zipper.  She takes off her shirt, I take out my dick.  She
wasn't wearing a bra!  She is thirteen years old and puberty is just
beginning to improve her body.  Her breasts are small yet firm.  They
don't look unlike a zit because they're just waiting to be squeezed.
Last time I had seen them they had been nothing but pert nipples, now
they are actually existant.  The last time I had seen her cunt it was
little more than a puffy area of skin with a vertical slit.  Now it was
a mark of beauty.  Slightly separating as she raises a leg to take the
panties off, with her tits growing to twice the size they were at, the
hairs, while admittedly not a bush, look sleek and almost cute in the
way they seem brushed.  I see a glimpse of the hole, and it's like
seeing a treasure.  A virgin IS a terrible thing to waste, I thought.
She looks up suddenly, with her hand on her crotch, masturbation or
instinct?  She goes to the closet, puts on a robe and pulls out a
baseball bat.  What does a pubescent young lady (albeit an ugly one)
need with a baseball bat.  Donning the robe she starts walking to the
door.  I decided not to play it off like I was walking down the hall.
The knob turned, my
quadriceps tense.  The door opens, I leap, the bat flies to the hall, we
fall to the ground.  Must have knocked her unconscious.  I pull off the
robe, place her on the bed.  Pull out five knee-high nylon stockings and
pick up her dirty underwear, noticing the crusty brown stain on them.
Folding the underwear with the shit-stripe outward and place it in her
mouth, securing with a stocking.  Tie her arms and legs to the bedposts.
Get the polaroid and take pictures from all angles.  Just looking at
this combination of womanly curves with childish innocence has gotten my
member rock solid.  So I slap the salami like it's for a world record
and blow my wad all over her face, waking her up in the process.  She
starts yanking and pulling every which way, but the stockings hold.  She
gets this look on her face that I don't like, so I slap it off,
apparently breaking the nose.  Oh well, it saves money on a nose job.  I
drink a beer while pondering what to do next.  The parents won't be back
for three hours, plenty of time.  Must do this right or I'll risk
emotional damage.  I go to the bathroom, pull out the scissors and the
razor.  Back to the bed.  Shave her head except for a tuft on the crown
of her head.  Pull out the hairspray and saturate it thoroughly.  Next
stage I did quickly, before the alcohol evaporated.  I mounted her and,
as I was about to stick the shank in, lit her hair.  Gyrating with the
flames, it was one of the best fucks I've ever had, especially looking
at the amount of blood and cum cascading over her labia.  The vaginal
walls look torn.  It won't be so incredibly tight next time!  Meanwhile,
the fire is simmering down, all that's left is her head.  I put the
pillow over her head to stop the flames.  Her head is a
bubbling black mass of skin.  It stops bubbling, settles for a moment,
and then slowly wells up into an imense black bubble spanning the entire
top of her head.  Touch my tongue to her head.  Sweet, barely a bit of
bitterness.  I never could resist popping a zit!  Slap the top of her
hear with my open palm.  Her formerly motionless body convulses
instantly.  This clear, watery liquid is bursting out at the sides of
the bubble.  I cut of the dead skin with my scissors, no easy task.  Is
she in pain yet?  Not enough.  I think that liquid on her head must
bother her, so I rub it off with a piece of fine grained sandpaper.
Blood is much better.  Finish off another beer.  What do I do with the
can?  Oho, spread her lips a bit and the formerly tight pussy, now
ruptured and lubricated with a blood, semen combination, accepts the can
with ease.  Go to my room, pull out the 'Lady Fingers,' a very small
type of fire-cracker.  Drop it to the can, lighting it in the process.
That woke her up!  I can see pieces of can stuck to the ceiling.  Good
thing I moved back!  Quickly, before she goes comatose, I fill a buret
with a certain substance (Glad I got that chemistry kit!).  As I get
near to her eyes, she shakes her head violently.  I sit on her chest,
put my feet under me with her head between my knees and my now-hard cock
resting on her lopsided nose.  A kodak moment!  Open the eyelid a crack
with one hand, put a single drop of concentrated hydrochloric acid into
it with the other.  The veins in the neck pop out in her infinite agony.
I go down to the basement, bring up the drill with a c-bore drill bit,
you know, the kind that bore out a hole with a certain diameter.  This
one was an inch and a half.  I choose a spot in her thigh.  Dig i
Go slow so as not to drift from my path.  The skin goes pretty easy as
does the muscular tissue, despite the convulsions.  When I get to the
bone I stop and drink another beer, pouring about a third of the can
into her poor, ravaged hot-box, rolling on the ground with tears coming
from my eyes as I see the liquid drip slowly from her hips.  Believe me,
it was hilarious.  I put her leg between my knees and finish the job.
It looks like a vagina!  I use this vagina.  My dick wound up getting
cuts though, from the bone.  My c-bore must be dull, I use it too often,
I guess.  They'll be home soon, better take care of her.  I go to my
live-bait trap and bring up a mouse.  Take off her gag, opening her
mouth is no easy task even when she's unconscious.  Drop my little buddy
in, slam the jaws shut, there, she's awake, and convulsing again.
Several minutes later, it's into the throat.  I run and get the blender,
secure it between my knees, and stick in her arm.  Fingers go pretty
quick, takes about ten minutes to get to the wrist, and then I blew the
circuit breaker.  Turn it back on, she should be dead, no!  She is
saying something, 'Why?'
    'Because I love you, dear sister.'

Cumming soon to a newsgroup near you:  Yahweh the Incestuous Part II
    In which Yahweh explains his actions to the parents.

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