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Subject: {ASSM} NEW Story: The Grand Father's Tales Part IV: (M/F, oral, mythological characters)
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NEW Story: The Grand Father's Tales Part IV(a): (M/F, oral,
mythological characters)

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.

Part IV(a): (M/F, oral, mythological characters)

Story of the Mother Cunt 
Or 
Madame Eve and her apple.
`Eve was mighty depressed and was very very hungry. Their Manufacturer
(She didn't know that He was God. Nobody told her so yet) has taken
Adam out to show him the boundaries of Eden and asked him to look
after the fence. They were out for last three days. Eve had nobody to
talk to and no fruits to have in the near vicinity. She has already
collected whatever edible fruits were available except that beautiful
little fruit which was forbidden. She wanted to have it, but no, she
cannot have it. It is forbidden. She closed her eyes and tried to go
to sleep.
 Satan was just waiting for this moment. Nobody should think that such
an intelligent person, who keeps God always on His toes, would come to
Eve, in the form of an ugly serpent. That too, when he wanted to
seduce the beautiful virgin teenager and to teach her the juiciest
side of this earthly life?	Actually he came in the form of a male
human being only, and sporting all the apparatuses in its full
magnificence. It was the best form with which he can inflict maximum
damage. He was not going to stop this process of creation but just
wanted to put his own brand of salt into the recipe of that old man.
His towering glory was the enormous tower of flesh standing erect as
if to salute the innocence presently lying under the tree.
Eve had a queer feeling at her lower belly. She had never felt
anything like this before. It was sweet and umm... ah, a torture too. It
was making her warm and tingly down there. She wanted it to get
cooled. She splayed her thighs a little more. Was she having an urge
to make water? No. It was a completely separate feeling. It was making
her shake. Is it a punishment as she was thinking of that forbidden
fruit before closing her eyes? No, that cannot be. No punishment can
be this sweet. All the stars of the sky was coming down over her and
bursting behind her closed eyes. She started lifting her pelvis to
reach those stars to touch. She was afraid to open her eyes. If it is
a dream, it may go away. Let it continue... continue... ahhhhhhhh.
Satan was kneeling over the face of Eve. He was titillating the clit
of the girl with one hand and was busy to massage his stiff prick with
the other hand. It was a whispering soft touch on the clit. Slowly the
clit came out of the hiding and stood erect. The girl splayed out her
thighs. Satan smiled and inserted his middle finger at the now-pearly
gate of the cunt. The yet-to-be touched cunt lips opened up like the
petals of a rose. He inserted one finger into the warm hole. The girl
started shivering and shaking. Satan didn't increase the pressure on
the clit and maintained slow rhythmic motion on it with his thumb and
started a slow in-out movement within her cunt. After a while he
inserted another finger into the moist aperture. The fingers stretched
the lips a little. It was a very tight cunt. He smiled once again
thinking about the sensation of putting his immense fuckpole into that
tight little sheath. The warmth of the fleshy oven warmed his body. It
was not only an action to jeopardize the plan of that Old Man. It
became a necessity to invade the warmth of this sweet innocent girl to
warm the cold of the hell.
The girl was now shaking and stiffening under the ministrations of his
hand. The fingers became sleek with her secretions. Satan increased
the speed of the movement of his fingers in the cunt. The girl lifted
the cunt as if to increase the pressure and the came with a low groan
within her throat. It was a volcanic eruption. The cunt juice flooded
his fingers, dribbled down into his palm and pooled there. The girl's
body became slack. Satan took out his fingers from the cunt, tasted
the pearly cunt juice with the tip pf his tongue. It tasted like the
nectar he was denied. He smiled with the satisfaction of a job well
executed.
Eve gradually came to her senses. It was soooo sweet. She was not
depressed anymore. Only a sensation of emptiness remained at the pit
of her lower belly. It was soooo nice to have that stretched,
overflowing feeling down there. She moved her own hand towards the
juncture of her thighs. Towards the well of that sweet sensation and
slowly opened her eyes.
How that branch of the tree came down so near to her face. She can
touch it just by extending her tongue out of her lips. It had a
peculiar salty taste. She never had tasted anything like it. It was a
taste so similar to her own smell but there were some more fragrances
she couldn't identify. She tasted once again. But how can a tree
branch be so smooth, so much polished? She wondered. What is that
reddish fruit on top of the branch? She has never seen any fruit like
that. It looked like... like... ... yes like that forbidden fruit. She
wanted to be sure and looked up.
	Her vision was blocked by a person who looks like Adam but more
attractive. She was not afraid. She knew she was safe in this garden.
She got up, kneeled face to face and smiled at the man. "Who are you?"
- she asked.
	"I am your friend." - Satan smiled back to Eve.
	"Like Adam?"
	"Yes. Like him and more."
	"More?"
	"Did you like what happened to you, down there." - Satan indicated to
her cunt.
	"You did that? It was so sweet. It was... It was..." Eve was so surprised
that she couldn't complete the sentence.
	"Yes, I did that. Do you like to have more of that?" - Satan presses
with his advantage.
	"Y... Yes... Noo..." Eve was confused. She looked down at the tree branch
like thing. It was not a tree branch at all. It was attached to her
new friend's lower belly, a little above the junction of his thighs. A
sack was hanging down below that stem. It was hairy. The hairs added
to the attraction. It was a similar one Adam had but without any hair.
He pees with that thing. This one is bigger. Very much bigger and
brighter. Clean and is not dirty as Adam's thing. And that fruit like
thing on top? She has never seen any such fruit on Adam's.
	She shyly extended her hand, touched the tip of the fruit and asked,
"What is it?"
	Satan shivered at the touch of her petal soft fingers. He was thrown
by the change of topics. "Ah... Its..."
	Eve smiled and said wonderingly "It looks so much like that forbidden
fruit."
	Satan pounced upon the opportunity and said "Its called Prickly
Apple. Do you like it?
	"Yes, I like it. But Prickly apple, I have not heard anything about a
prickly apple. There are prickly pears, I have heard. What is that
stem like thing?' - Eve shifted her hand to the cock-shaft and held
the shaft in her dainty hands.
	Satan was on the verge of cumming. The soft touches of Eve's hands
were sending him beyond his control. He sucked in his breath. "It's
called the Prick. Do you want to taste the fruit?"
	"Y...Yes. But it will go away if I eat it."
	"You don't eat this fruit. You kiss it. The fruit gives out the juice
after you have sucked the tip. You see that slit on top? This fruit is
also called the apple of a woman's eye. That is the eye of this
prickly apple. You are a woman. Go ahead and kiss the eye. Suck the
apple Eve." - Satan stood up in front of kneeling Eve. He was
shivering with expectation.
	It was almost a command. Satan was desperate with his need. He stood
up and brought the cock at Eve's eye level. Eve didn't release her
handhold on her friend's Prickly apple. It was warm and soothing. She
looked up to her friend. Satan smiled a strained smile and nodded
willing the girl to put the cock into her mouth.
	Eve lowered her eyes to the erect flesh in her hand. Moistened her
lips apprehensively. Opened them and took the Prickly apple within her
warm mouth. Her lips molded over the bulbous glance of Satan's cock.
	And Satan recoiled...
(To be continued............)

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