Message-ID: <45327asstr$1068801005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031114060026.19287.qmail@web20001.mail.yahoo.com> From: Quivering Flesh Reply-To: quivering_flesh_storiesNOSPAM@yahoo.com x-asstr-no-archive: no x-no-archive: no X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 13 Nov 2003 22:00:26 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} "Pajamas Pt 2: Sandy On Her Own" (MFg pedo incest ws scat anal cons) x-asstr-message-id-hack: 45327 Date: Fri, 14 Nov 2003 04:10:05 -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 ===== You can find all of our stories on ASSTR at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/quivering_flesh/www/ and at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/quivering_flesh/. Please let us know your reactions to them. And thanks for reading! __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Protect your identity with Yahoo! Mail AddressGuard http://antispam.yahoo.com/whatsnewfree <1st attachment, "Pajamas Pt2 Sandy Ventures Forth on Her Own (MFg pedo incest ws scat anal cons).txt" begin> Hey, this is my story, so don't steal it! Repost elsewhere if you want, but leave it intact (including the email address at the end). Enjoy! Kisses, quivering_flesh@yahoo.com ________________________________________________________ "Pajamas, Part 2: Sandy On Her Own" (MFg pedo incest ws scat anal cons) My wife and I hadn't seen our daughter for several hours. We'd taken Sandy to parties before, but this time she really wanted to do it on her own without us watching over her. At four or five, or even six, we wouldn't had allowed it, but she was almost eight years old now, and had completely enjoyed the other party experiences, so we said "OK." In any event, everyone there knew us and knew her, and we could count on them to find us if she got into trouble. It was almost four a.m., and both Ruth and I were exhausted from all the fucking we'd done. Ruth's dress was a mess -- what little of it was left -- all torn and stained, and she'd lost her underwear hours ago. Her cunt had to be as sore as my cock. It seemed like every little breeze would fly up our backsides, we'd gone so overboard on the anal this time. We finished a last fuck with the new couple who'd been admitted into the club recently, and went looking for Sandy. As we searched the mansion, we speculated on what she'd been up to. Not everyone in the club was turned on by young girls, but enough were that we were sure she'd gotten numerous offers. Sandy had been having sex in one form or another since she was an infant, and had had her first complete fuck at age five (no it wasn't me, but her older brother, who was small enough at that age to break her in gently -- I waited to fuck the little darling on her sixth birthday). And she was an eager fucktrice, for sure, but nothing could have prepared us for the sight we beheld when we came upon her in the "pit" -- the last place we expected to find her. The pit was tucked way back in the mansion, really known only to club members. It was a generally circular room, sunken in the center, which held a smallish raised divan, stuffed like a mattress but upholstered. Gently rising tiers of chairs, love seats and couches encircled the sunken center. The lighting was carefully arranged so that the divan was nicely (though not too brightly or garishly) lit, while the surroundings were dimmer. The pit was notorious as the place the wildest and most depraved women (and men occasionally) would make themselves available to all comers, where any and all violations were allowed. Once in the pit, and on the divan, you gave up every right to determine what happened to you. Your ordeal -- or pleasure as the case may be -- ended only when someone else pushed you off to take your place, or when the sun came up -- the signal to end the party altogether. One woman, years ago, had even committed a form of suicide by getting up on the divan and encouraging the most aggressive, brutal and sustained fucking, of very single on of her orifices. By three a.m. her breathing was ragged and she could barely move on her own, but she demanded to continue. By five she was unconscious, her last words taunting us to fuck her to death. So that's what happened. She was dead by six, but the fucking continued to nearly seven, everyone pretending just this once that the sun had not yet risen. By the end, the frenzy of fucking was so out of control, that I'm surprised her body wasn't literally torn to pieces. Anyway, we stepped through the door into the pit, thinking more to ask someone if they'd seen Sandy, and there she was! Stretched out on top of the divan, legs spread obscenely, head lolling to the side, mouth wide open, dribbling cum onto the upholstery. Her beautiful long blond hair was caked and matted, her lovely young skin spattered with cum and smelling of sweat and cum and piss. My cock instantly stiffened, even though I'd thought it impossible for it to raise it's head before a full month had passed. A number of couples -- and threesomes, foursomes, etc. -- occupied the loves seats and couches, obviously worn out from enjoying themselves at the spectacle they'd witnessed - - and almost certainly participated in themselves! One young man we knew, encouraged by both his wife and mother (they were perhaps the most interesting ménage a trois I'd ever known -- more on their story later), stood up and approached Sandy. Ruth and I immediately rushed down to the center of the pit and took front row seats to watch. Ruth's hand was on my dick, and my fingers began playing with her clit faster then you could say "baby fuck." The young man -- about twenty five (his wife was seventeen and his mother thirty-eight -- they'd been married for four years -- you do the math!) approached Sandy, stroking his cock to get it up. He first took advantage of the easiest route, and pulling her toward the edge of the divan on her bank, stuck his cock into her pussy. Now even though Sandy was only seven, and somewhat of a small girl, all the fucking she'd had from her brother and me over the last two years, plus the god knows how many cocks that had fucked her pussy that night, had opened her darling little vagina wide enough to take a HummVee. Not to mention that so much cum was spilling from her gash that she'd need a Hoover dam to keep it back. Needless to say, a few quick thrusts up into her belly showed her young lover the error of his ways -- he was getting no traction at all, and this late in the game -- oops, party I mean -- the mere fact of penetrating a seven year old girl's cunt wasn't enough to produced the desire effect. The young man went to Plan B (of course, although sticking his cock in Sandy's pussy didn't do much for him, it certainly had it's effect on Ruth and myself). He turned her on to her side, spread her red butt cheeks apart with his hand, and quickly speared her asshole. To her parents surprise and delight, his member disappeared up inside her rectum with nearly equal ease as it had traversed her vagina -- and he was by no means small. Some deliberate and more than half-hearted thrusting was called for none-the-less, and the young man took to his work with obvious pleasure, grinding his long cock far up into our daughter's entrails. She for her part barely stirred at the assault, letting only a sleepy and extremely perverted smile of pleasure cross her lips. The young man rocked her hard for some minutes, squishing and squirting most of the quart of cum that had been shot up into her ass out around his cock as he did so. Ruth came at this, emitting a wild, barely surprised cry of deeply depraved satisfaction as she did so. I for my part forced myself to hold back, since I knew I only had one more in me no matter what anyone did with my very pre-pubescent daughter. The young man now turned, as a last resort, to Plan C. He de- cocked her now gaping and raw asshole, stepped around to the side of the divan near the front, and gathered Sandy's hair up in on hand, guiding his cumming, slightly shit-stained, and very swollen member with the other. He pulled her head around by the hair, but had no need to pry her mouth open. Her mouth had been open the whole time, instinctively available for anything that anyone might want to insert into it. He slipped his cock into her face, the turgid skanky flesh sliding past her gummy teeth, along her velvet coated tongue, and down her throat. With one smooth continuous motion, his balls rushed toward her face and pressed against her chin, his cock lodged half way down her throat it seemed. It was there that he found the traction, the tightness, the grip that he needed at the end of a long night of partying. His wife and mother were fisting each other at the sight, while I, the girl's father, had found Ruth's, the girl's mother, own asshole with my cock. The young man paid no attention to any of this however. He pressed her small young head tight to him, pressing her face to his belly, and gave her throat a flurry of short, sharp thrusts, until I thought she must choke. I'd tried to deep-throat her only once, and knew how tight the bottom of her throat was, and could imagine, even after hours of cock sucking, how that throat must have felt around the young man's engorged member. The man gave a cry, his hands on the back of her head pressing her to him even more tightly, and shuddered violently, pumping all his remaining sperm directly into our darling baby's belly. She too shuddered, totally immersed in the experience, at one with the cock that had filled first her cunt, then her asshole and now her mouth and throat. In fact, it was so long as I watched him withdraw it from her, that I thought it must have certainly penetrated into her very stomach. I pumped away in my wife's asshole madly, desperate to cum, but couldn't quite get there, despite the completely depraved sight in front of me. His cock came out pulling thick sticky strands of cum and spittle. It seemed her mouth didn't want to let him go. He took this as his hint. Pulling her mouth wide open with one hand, he laid the head of his cock just inside her lips with the other and stood there for a moment, suspended. I thought, "Could he...would he?" And then he did: a stream of dark yellow piss shot from his cock into my baby's mouth. Her whore instincts caused her, even in her semi-conscious state, to attempt to swallow as much as she could, but the young man had obviously been holding it in for some time. The thick stream only increased in volume. The smell of his dark urine wafted to our nostrils, particularly as he begain to spray her face and hair. At this moment my own cock let go with an explosion of cum so intense, so painful, so devastating that a scream was ripped from my own throat. My cock was still throbbing, squeezed by the after-spasms of my wife's spincter from yet another of her orgasms, dripping it's last few drops of wasted seed into her shit hole, as the young man used the last ten seconds of his piss to thoroughly soak my baby from head to toe, leaving her groggy in a pool of piss and cum. After I uncorked myself from my beloved wife's asshole, I took my turn at the divan, guided by the girl's mother, first slipping my heavily shit and cum-stained cock into Sandy's mouth, then her cunt, then her asshole. Ruth followed behind me on the circuit, kissing and sucking from each hole, drinking down as much of the filth that had been deposited inside our baby as she could. We wound up showering her with parental piss, bundling her up in our arms and taking her home for a much deserved day of rest and recovery. ___________________________________________________ You are free to repost this story, but only in it's entirety, including author's email address. 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