Message-ID: <33450asstr$1005685805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: b_debansu@hotmail.com (dickin) X-Original-Message-ID: <9d4e3b4a.0111130343.4589e528@posting.google.com> Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 13 Nov 2001 11:43:30 GMT X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: 13 Nov 2001 03:43:30 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} The Grand Father's Tales (Part II) X-Original-Subject: New Story Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2001 16:10:05 -0500 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: RuiJorge, dennyw The Grand Father's Tales (Part II) DICKINTHEASS Permission is given to freely distribute this document electronically, provided the entire document is preserved intact and no monies are charged for its distribution. Warning: This story contains descriptions of sex between an adult male and preteen child. If this is not your cup of tea stop reading now. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. No illegal activity described herein was carried out; this document details fantasies that took place when I was alone in bed. I firmly believe that no fifteen minutes of pleasure is worth the innocence of a child. Besides, I derive much pleasure from the company of child, playing with them or simply watching them at play, I am not going to risk this for any momentarily heightened sense of pleasure. If you are under the age of eighteen the law says I've got to tell you to go away, so, "Go away!" Common sense says you're going to ignore me, so don't blame me if you go blind, your parents find you in possession of this document or your cum-stains gets you in trouble. (Keep a duster handy boys; I do) If this type of material is illegal in your city, state, country, then see above, substituting "law enforcement agency" in place of "parents". If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right, or any other such control group then don't read on, my aim is not to offend you. My personal philosophy is that anyone should feel free to do as they please such that their actions do not have any adverse impact on other's lives. This story is inspired by a french book "Tableaux Vivants (Fifteen erotic Tales). I will be grateful to receive comments on the story. Part I was the Introduction. If you have not read that yet, please do, before you proceed, to get the thread of the story unwrapped and now unzip... ... ... Purna stood transfixed on the door. It was beyond her wildest dreams to be in such a position. She was enjoying the talented tonguing of Kabita on the dining table, after her father-in-law went up to his room, when she heard the fierce groaning sound coming out of her father-in-law's room. She came up running fearing the worst. May be the gentle soul was having a heart attack. Kabita was on her heels. And... ... and then to find the bugger handling-a-gigantic-spurting-dick-with-an-idiotic-smile-on-his-face, was too much for her to handle. The nerve of the man. She had such a lovable fuck-tool within her reach and then went un-fucked for such a long time. It was a criminal waste of precious cream. Why, the man was sporting a longer and thicker tool than his son and his husband was no midget in that department. She started boiling all over. The bustard should be put into a dungeon just for his idiocy. When willing cunts were available all the while, to let loose that spunk-cannon for vacuum cleaning should be outlawed by statute. At least there was one willing and boiling cunt, if not two, so to say. It was questionable by the shear size of the dong whether the other cunt will have the required space to accommodate that king-dong. No... the Kong dong, the Dong of the Kong. She was a very hot-blooded woman. After her marriage it was at least three-jabs-a-day ritual for them for the last thirteen years. Her motto was `Pricked thrice a day, make all the worries go away.' Her husband, the son of this fucking masturbator never failed to deliver, ever. It was a Samsonite performance for her delilaite. It is unthinkable how a marvelous fucker like her departed husband (Pray, God rest his soul) can be spawned by this ... this masturbating wastrel of luscious sperms. Even on the days of her monthly-misery it was her asshole, which took over the jabbing duty on behalf of its northern neighbor. And her husband did what she liked best, reamed her asshole and then buggered her. Their relationship was not a closed door one. It was No-doors-barred, on-the-floor, over-the-roof, under-the-table, up-on-the-tree, down-the-kitchen-sink fucking relationship. Purna's fury boiled over and she marched over to the rogue looking drained and drawn, sitting on the chair. She caught the glistening glance and tugged. It slipped. Undaunted she reached lower and got hold of the shrinking balls. " What do you think you are doing Papa? Don't have any shame?" " Ah... I... I am sorr-" " You are sorry? You have not yet started to become sorry you rogue. You will be sorry after I take you to task you sperm-waster. How dare you masturbate when there are two willing cunts are going sperm-less for such a long time. Don't you have any sympathy for these cuties? Starving? Weeping for a manly dose of cunt warming jism, you cunt-hater?" " Ah Beti - (meaning Daughter)" " Don't call me your Beti, you prick sucker. Don't call me Beti anymore. If I would have been your Beti, you should have come to me and cum in me. Should have offered your dick for my cunt. Did you do that? Did you? No. Nooooo. Do you know how it is to sustain on two fingers, that too of a skinny little twelve years old. Do You?" "Mum? Two fingers? It was my fist when I last saw. Up to my wrist and in your asshole too." "Shut up Kabita. I am talking to your Grandfather, not with you. Speak when you are spoken to. Have some manners." "And you, don't try to squirm away. I will break you family jewels, you sperm-waster. Your son... my precious husband... (Sob). Do you know how many times ... ...(sob) he...he... used to... to... fuck me (Sob)? Do you?............." Purna was holding my balls so tight that it was a little painful to me. I took this opportunity to pry her hand away from my balls and shifted it to my on-the-process-of-erecting-again cock. I took her down on my lap and she put her face on my chest sobbing. I tried to sooth her but to no avail. Kabita came up to my back and wrapped her dainty hands around both of us. "Why don't you get her straddle you and then put your dong up her cunt, She is hysterical?" She whispered. I did the same and put my dick up my dil's cunt. To be continued............... ------- ASSM Moderation System Notice-------- This post has been reformatted by the ASSM Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting. -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+