Message-ID: <26190asstr$968076603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: usenet From: "Mush97" X-Original-Message-ID: <8p01d1$e0p@library1.airnews.net> Reply-To: "Mush97" Abuse-Reports-To: abuse at airmail.net to report improper postings X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 Subject: {ASSM} WOES... Pedo. Date: Mon, 4 Sep 2000 10:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, RuiJorge WOES! By mush97. Youth is the most glorious period in the life of a woman. Her entire love life, pleasure, preoccupation, obsession and other tender feeling are focused in a small tunnel situated at the joints of her thighs. Her ambition is that it should be ravaged day and night by the mighty prick of a powerful man. O hear, this is my story. "Such a tale of woe; was never heard before!" We were the creation of a poor lot; my mother was rather a happy go lucky sort of woman. My father whom we never saw had left us for another 'Fucking Bitch,' according to her. They fed up with their promiscuous styles of life, had abandoned each other long ago and she was left with his young daughters. My other sisters had faithfully followed our parent's footstep, become pregnant and eloped with their boy friends, leaving us in our present condition. Since then, we had a chain of Uncles, who were either our previous employers or my mother's 'merry time old friends,' and some of them eventually ended as our stepfathers. She had numerous lovers, but had fewer husbands. She was like a musical chair and any man with a strong prick could take that seat. Very curiously, she was neither avaricious nor cared for riches. She often spent her own on men friends for an illicit love affair. Her entire life was a king-sized prick and a royal fuck which was dearer to her than all the treasures of the world. I was about twelve years old and had not yet fully developed physically. My breasts were growing bigger day by day; the nipples were nearly sprouting and frail hair had appeared on my private place. She ordered us to safeguard it from the sight of men and would say, 'Bitches, don't get fucked prematurely or you too will end up pregnant and run away.' My sister, about three years older than I, had full-bodied breasts and a budding youth. We were very good looking. A pair of beauties as our friends often termed us. Noticing our mother's unabated flirting and fucking we too nursed a wish for a similar recipe. We often played and coaxed each other's organs. However on my side, there was no noticeable effect of that mutual handling but my sister always relished it. We met our daily life needs by working on odd jobs. Naturally, our tattered house was the best we could afford in the prevailing circumstances. In spite of all that, she had kept us well guarded from the approach of the male intruders. One of these benevolent visitors was an extremely handsome man, tall, fair, with black wavy hair, almost a Greek god, only if he was better than a ruffian. In fact, he could get any woman he desired, but I never conclude as to what made him infatuated with my mother who was quite older than him. Perhaps a victim of an unresolved Oedipus complex. He often called on her and stayed with her for hours together. However, we were not allowed in the room, as they were busy 'discussing' our domestic problems. We were usually offered some money to buy ice cream for ourselves. We were very happy to be awarded such a generous offer. Once he visited us when my mother and elder sister were working outdoors in some wealthy household. He occupied a small sofa and offered me sweets to commend me for some errands I had performed for him. He made me sit on his laps, and glued his lips on mine and kissed me passionately. I enjoyed it and my long wish of playing in the hands of a male was fulfilled. His breath became deeper and he hugged me closely, and this time his hands stole to my young breasts. He lifted my blouse, released the two balls and taking the nipples in his mouth and sucked them very furiously. He then passed his hand to my clitoris which erected as soon he touched it. I jumped violently as if confronted with an electric shock. Caresses continued and he caught the cheeks of my buttock and pulled me towards him. I was in his embrace and a hard object strained against my cunt. I asked innocently, 'dear uncle, what you have in your pants which is pricking me so strongly.' He laughed and said, 'my dear girl, it is a magic wand.' 'Uncle why do you carry such a large stick,' I asked. 'Well dear, it is man's stick to give pleasure to good girls like you and to punish bad girls who don't obey their uncles.' I did not press the question but asked, 'my uncle can you show me this magic stick, I am very curious.' He opened the fly of his pants and brought out an enormous piece of ivory white rod which was hard as an iron, longer and thicker than any large banana that I had ever seen. There was a large knob at its end with a small hole in the middle. I reached for it like a greedy child; it was very rigid and hot. Handling it gave me a strange pleasure and my heart beat faster. I softly moved my fingers on its entire length and nut. 'Dearest move your hands on my stick quickly,' implored he, and I increased my speed. It seemed to please him immensely, portended by the richness of his facial glamour. He told me, 'pull up your petticoat and I shall give you the happiness that I have promised.' I was a bit affronted but the pleasure it afforded restricted any opposition on my part and I readily pushed up my petticoat. He gave a hungry look at my hairless cunt and perhaps founded many plans to conquer that unique art of the nature. The clitoris stood completely erect and shinned like a pearl and to arouse me further he flicked it strongly. I heaved up and down and embraced him firmly. He opened the lips of my cunt, fixed the large knob of his rod on the hole and gave a powerful push. I felt a sharp pain which he ignored and started a motion at once by which his 'stick' moved back and forth striking against my hymen. I was thoroughly enjoying his action but he seemed to be enormously excited himself as he clasped the breasts and sucked the small nipples furiously. His went hysteric, his stick grew stronger and stronger and his pushes became frantic. My clitoris was bursting with pleasure and my cunt dripping with the fluid of happiness. His knob seemed to penetrate and perforate my vagina and I instinctively cursed my virginity and wanted his staff to tear my hymen and trench itself deep in me. The quick movements of his prick put me on a voyage of ecstasy and I convulsed violently and felt a thick liquid powerfully gushing out of my vagina. My clit pulsated wildly and my cunt throbbed furiously. A warm liquid gushed out of my vagina and smeared the tip of his rod. After the storm passed, I fell in his arms with a great satisfaction. I had come for the first time in my life. An exuberant achievement! Serious pushes followed and flags went down. I felt a series of throbbing in his 'stick' and he whispered in my ears, 'darling, if you weren't virgin, we would have fucked, you are hotter than your mother and sisters and would lay better.' Something warm and sticky gushed out of his prick and completely inundated my cunt and it is adjoining area with a thick silvery fluid. His stick softened and he released his hold on me. I asked, 'dear uncle what had happened, what do you me that I had lost my senses. 'Well, dear you have tasted the first bliss of a husband, but don't tell it to anyone. I shall reward you handsomely and shall give you unmatched pleasure with my stick. Did you like it? Do you want it again?' I closed my eye in modesty and nodded my head. He pushed me the sofa and kissed every part my of nakedness and asserted many pleasing epithet to my breasts, nipples and cunt. He reminded me to keep it a secret and kissing me good bye went his way.' I put my hands on the wet part of my clothes and smelled that most unusual fluid. An evil odour assailed my nostrils, which, in a way, I did like. I quickly washed the soiled part of my petticoat and my aching cunt. It was strangely wet with the thick fluids which had overflowed from my orifice. When my mother came home, I did not tell her about the visit of our 'uncle.' I somehow knew that if I did that then I would never be able to enjoy his blissful kisses and the soothing pushes of his magic 'stick.' I was very curious to find out the reality behind his actions. I knew that he was covering for something more sinister and exhilaration. There was some great secret behind these frivolous explanations. A secret door to the world of happiness. The End OR the Beginning... -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+