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Subject: {ASSM} NEW Story: The Grand Father's Tales Part V: (M/F/f, Mast, oral, incest, WS)
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NEW Story: The Grand Father's Tales Part V: (M/F/f, Mast, oral,
incest, WS)

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). As an author this is my first try. I will be grateful
to receive comments on the story.


Kabi grabbed my prick the moment she understood I have concluded the
introductory story and pulled. "What the hell you think you were
doing? First you forbid us to touch you while the story continues,
then you stopped us to interrupt us. This is fucking introduction?
It's a god-dammed novel. Where from hell you got the idea of Satan
falling in love with Eve. He fucked her. He `F U C K E D' her, you
asshole." She screamed. "It was not a romance and then you went on and
on about fucking bloody cherries. You want us to believe that Eve
didn't understand the difference between a prick and a bloody apple.
Satan had to go for all the anatomic discussion about her cunt and
asshole?"

"In our time we never fucked, we used to make love, baby. There was
feelings involved and love. It was full of romance." - I reasoned.

"You didn't fuck? So where from daddy came? Putting your finger-cherry
in gramma's tongue-cherry?" - Kabi jeered. "You did a marvelous job of
anatomic fucking. We young people don't want an anatomic fuck. We are
in fast lane. We want atomic fucks. Something like..."

"Wang - bang - thank you gran type of fucking?" - I interrupted her.
We don't do that sugar. We put our love thro-mmmffff...."

Kabi interrupted me by putting her complete weight on my face. She
placed her pussy lips squarely on my face, or should I say roundly on
my lips?

"This cunt-lapper should not be allowed to talk except through his
stalk mum." She told Purna. "He speaks a lot without fucking cunts or
dicking assholes, as he should." - she continued.

I forced her ass up and mumbled with my mouth "Where from this girl
has learned to talk, Beti? Her mouth should be washe...eeee...gg...lll...pp..."

Two things happened simultaneously. Kabita relaxed her thigh grip a
little. Reversed her position and came down once again over my lips
with her cunt. It was not the coming down which bothered me, it was
the pouring down which stopped me in my tracks.

Her well of piss has welled up and overflowed in my mouth. I had no
escape. I spluttered and tried to gulp down all she delivered trying
not to get choked up. But it was a lost cause. Who can dam the
flooding river? I couldn't and the salty water drenched my face, neck
and my hair.

I struggled out of her cunt-hold. Gulped down whatever was in my mouth
and spluttered, "What was that?"  Purna was holding her tummy and
laughing her heads off. Kabita sounded a little upset "Why, I pissed
on you. Don't you understand?"

"Yes, that I understand very well, you ball crusher. But Why? That I
don't understand."

"Don't be a monkey, gran. You were so hot on explanations that you
required to be cooled down. And I did it."

That was the last straw, which broke the camels back. I got up slowly
from my reclining position and stood over the two females over the bed
and got hold my rampant cock .........

(To be continued...)

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