Message-ID: <26996asstr$972288602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20001023022659.50365.qmail@web10302.mail.yahoo.com> From: One Gallus Subject: {ASSM} SWEDE OLA Part 5 Date: Mon, 23 Oct 2000 04:10:02 -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: apuleius, gill-bates, dennyw Conclusion __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Yahoo! Messenger - Talk while you surf! It's FREE. http://im.yahoo.com/ <1st attachment, "Swede 5.txt" begin> {ASSM} Title: SWEDE OLA Part 5 Author: One Gallus, OneGallus@Yahoo.com (MF, Oral, Anal, Rom) Disclaimer Not to be read: by anyone under the age of 18 or if it violates the standards or laws of your community: or if adult erotica offends you. Not to be posted on any site, or changed, added to or used in any way without author's permission. SWEDE OLA Part 5 Final Part Ola's eyes widened and her jaw slacked when she heard her ex-husband's voice. Ola's and my activity had been pretty straight for the last ten or fifteen minutes, so his reference to "suck your ass" had meant he had been observing for some time. In other words, Niles had been treated to a sex show and the performers had not been aware there was an audience. Ola pushed herself up with her arms and came off me on the other side, leaving my naked sixty year old body in between her and Niles. It was then I saw the gun in his hand. I don't know what caliber it was, but it looked big enough to kill. "Well, looky there, sweetheart! You even got yourself a sugar granddaddy!" he ranted. I lifted my upper-body up and supported myself on my elbows. I'd like to say that I lay there calmly and defiantly, staring down the barrel of his pistol, but my forearms were trembling and my heart was pounding. "Get up off your flabby ass, Grandpa." I rolled over and got up slowly. Niles eyed me, smirking, "Umm-umm, Baby, couldn't you do better than that?" he said to Ola. He was slightly taller than I was, and his shoulders were armored with muscle, which his white tee shirt to accentuated. It was stuffed into the narrow waist of his pants, and I knew I was dealing with an athlete, or perhaps a weight-lifter. "How did you get in?" Ola asked. "Well, honey, the slats on those venetian blinds didn't quite come together, and I spied you flashing your pussy at the old man. Then I just went to the back and...you mean you didn't hear the glass break in the back? I wonder why?" He looked at me. "How can you stand to suck on that pig, man? Don't you know she's the Sow from Hell? She is absolutely crazy Grandpa. No telling what she'll ask you for next. From the looks of it, you'd do it, you sorry son-of-a bitch." I was afraid if I said something, he'd come completely unglued and start shooting. I knew I was no physical match for this man, even if I caught him off guard, he could crush me with one solid blow, and then shoot me. I looked at Ola. She was frowning, at him, her face loosing some of the extra presence her smile gave her. Strangely enough, she looked less formidable angry than she did happy. "Now sow, show us the way to the bathroom. Let's not mess up this nice carpet." Ola stood motionless for a moment, then stepped out in front of me, and started to take another step. "Wait up sow," he said as he made a wide arc around her and then came up behind me. I felt the metal of the gun touch my spine, and he said, "Now, pig-woman, lead the way. You step out of line and grandpa gets it before you do." I watched her naked backside move slowly up the hallway past her room, past Mother's room to the bathroom at the end. She opened the door and turned the light on. "Go on in hog-girl," he said. We entered and were all three standing in the narrow corridor between the tub-shower on the left and the sink on the right. The mirror over the sink revealed the cramped train we three were making in front of the tub. The toilet was at in a cove formed by the end of the sink-counter. I had the dreadful feeling that this is where Ola and I would end our lives. "Grandpa, you lay down on the floor," Niles said. I thought about Mother in the bedroom. What would happen to her tonight or in the next couple of days. Would somebody come to her before she perished from hunger? "Niles," I said, "My. . ." "Shut up! Grandpa!" I could see his twisted face in the mirror. Then he said to Ola, "Get out of the way pig, get in the tub. Give your sugar granddaddy some room to lay down on the floor. He pointed to the shower stall with his gun. She turned and rolled back the heavy door of frosted glass behind its twin, and stepped inside. She stood in the opening, her body turned toward us both, watching intently. "Niles, leave him alone," she said, her voice was perfectly steady. "I'll leave him alone when I'm damn well through with him, sow. Now you just watch, or I'll take him out right now!" I felt the barrel of the gun bump me in the back of the head. "OK, OK!" she said, the palm of her hand up motioning, as if to calm him. "Now, old man, turn around and lay down on your back." "This is it," I thought. I lay down on the tile floor and looked up at him. He pointed the gun at me with both hands, I gritted my teeth and squinted my eyes. "Look at him Ola!" he yelled. "I'm gonna show you what I do to men who suck on a fuckin' pig, And in particular, on my fuckin' pig." Mother's bedside bell rang out from the bedroom right next door. Niles turned his head and both shower doors exploded into his face as Ola pushed them from their channels. Shards of glass fell everywhere, and I knew I was cut in several places. I threw my hand up to guard my face but peripherally saw Ola's muscled arm moving down to grasp Mother's bath chair with one hand and quickly bring it down, with all her weight, on the head and shoulders of her ex husband. The gun fell from Nile's hand and fired as it hit the floor. Blood and blood-shock were already everywhere, so I didn't know whether I was hit, or he was hit, or if the bullet just went wild. I was pretty confident that the woman wielding the chair was not hit. Her shoulders rippled as she drove the bath chair into his head once again, this time with two hands. The movement was graceful, delivering her full power to the stroke as she flexed her knees. She reminded me of the contestants in a lumberjack competition I had seen on the Travel Channel. Ola hacked again at Niles, and her face was transfixed into a vicious, glowering "V." Her teeth were gnashed hard against each other. Either her own blood, or Niles blood covered her arms and breasts. She wouldn't stop, even after Niles went completely limp amid the glass and twisted metal. I was confident he was dead as his head lolled about like a rag doll. I vomited on the floor and passed out. I became conscious of a plastic mask over my mouth and nose. There was pain in both my arms, and some foreign object stabbing into the bend of my elbow. I looked up to see a paramedic holding a clear bag of dark blood, from which a tube descended to my arm. It ended where the pain was. "Be still, Chuck," said a young male voice. "Is Ola all right?" I asked. "I'm just fine, darling," she said, and I looked up to see her face, upside-down to me, smiling. "Come around, so I can see you," I said. She walked around to the side. She was wearing her pink robe. Her hands were both bandaged, and there was a bandage around the arch of one foot. She had loosed her hair from its ponytail and it hung wild and free to her shoulders. "What happened to me?" I asked. "An artery in one arm was cut, Chuck, but the lady had a tourniquet on you before we got here," said the paramedic. "What about.?" I choked up, and couldn't finish the question. Ola didn't meet my eyes. A deeper voice spoke. "Would you step out for a moment Ms. Ollson, I need to talk to Mr. Bullard alone." Ola left. "The man is dead, Mr. Bullard. I'm Sheriff Pack. Are you up to answering a few questions?" The told the Sheriff what happened, holding nothing back, though I was tempted to hedge on the way Ola bludgeoned Niles to death. He nodded his head when I finished. He said there would probably be an inquest. "I shouldn't say this, but I don't think I'd worry too much about it," he assured me. "She saved my life," I said. "I believe it, Chuck! She's built like the Lucas County Courthouse!" "Shut up, Mike," said the Sheriff. Mike paid no attention, "What is she Chuckie, some kinda Amazon or something? "She's a goddess," I said. Final. The End <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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