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Subject: {ASSM} The Grand Father's Tales  (Part II)
Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2001 16:10:05 -0500
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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...............  

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