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From: "Simple Man" <Simple@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Hourglass" (Mg, cons)
Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2003 17:10:05 -0400
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Hourglass

{ASSM} (Mg, cons)



By Simple Man (C)2003





     I hate standing in the rain, the feeling from getting damp to being
wet.  I hate how it coats my glasses and renders my eyesight to near
blindness, and how it feels pelting my bald head like water torture.  Of
course I have neither raincoat nor umbrella, these things would take time to
think about in advance and I generally had no time to think which is why I
am standing in the rain in the first place.  Why am I standing in the rain,
you ask?  Well, don't ask, because frankly it's none of your business, leave
it that it is a free country and I can stand where and when I please.
Still, I hate standing in the rain.

     The rain continued without abatement as I waited for my granddaughter's
school bus to arrive, and I see the bus coming now, the excitement building
in me, waiting to see her at the door, her little legs descending the steps.
My little 3rd grader finally appears and her face turns into a warm smile as
does mine, for there is a special bond between us that is never talked
about.  The sands of time had run out for her parents and we were the only
two remaining of our once proud family.  Accordingly, we were very close,
much closer than other granddaughter/grandfather relationships.  Too close.

====================

     "Dan, do you have a minute?"

     "Sure Judy, come on in."

     "Dan, it's about one little girl in my class, Julie Benton."

     "What is it, is she disrupting your class?"

     "No, it's not that, she is very well behaved.  It's just that she is a
loner and never plays with the other children.  She just sits on the front
stoop during recess and looks off into thin air, seeing nothing as if she is
in another world.  I know her parents died last year and she now lives with
her grandfather and I fear that the trauma of losing both parents at once
may have affected her.  I'm worried about her."

     "Why don't we have Sally Rutledge, the school's social services
councilor, talk to her tomorrow?"

     "Thank you Dan, I knew you would know just what to do.  Well, goodnight
then."

     "Have a nice evening Judy."

====================

     Julie undressed her drenched grandfather and helped him into the warm
bath water.  Then, taking off her clothes stepped into the water in front of
him and pressed her soft and hairless sex to his mouth, his tongue lapping
at the deep folds within her.  Her grandfather's hands squeezed her butt
cheeks and fondled her body the way she wanted.  The eight year old was no
stranger to sex and very much wanted the things her grandfather did to her,
she was addicted to him.  Now almost dripping wet herself and slippery, she
wiggled down and felt her grandfather enter her, then sat down on it forcing
his penis well into her body.

====================

     "Look Dan, I talked with Julie Benton for over an hour and I can tell
you she has some problem but I think she needs a complete medical
examination first to rule out anything physical first."

     "Won't the require her grandfather's permission?"

     "No, not if it's a school issue and it's to rule out abuse."

     "When do you think she can go?"

     "I will have her there within the hour, so she can be back in time for
lunch."

     Doctor Christopher Blessing examined Julie very thoroughly and watched
with interest as the naked child dressed, she did not seem to be the least
embarrassed about being naked in front of a man she didn't know.  More, her
body was flawless and without any kind of imperfection, no bruises, no
scrapes and no cuts of any kind.  But the vaginal examination perhaps
answered all of this because she was full of sperm and she was presently
enlarged to accept an adult male.  A sample of the sperm was taken and when
she finished dressing he gave her a cherry lollipop.  She smiled and thanked
him, then left the examining room.  Sally Rutledge took Julie back to school
and waited for the doctor's office to messenger over his report and
findings.

     Sally read the report.

     Julie Benton, age 8, female, white Caucasian, Case No. 8146941.
Subject female was examined and found to be in perfect health with no
contusions of any kind either internally or externally on her body.  Vaginal
and rectal examinations showed no redness and there was no scaring.  Vaginal
examination revealed the presence of male ejaculate and her vagina was
enlarged to approximately twice the normal size of a female this age.
Microscopic examination of the ejaculate sample found no spermatozoa and its
contents were recorded as seminal fluids only combined with the natural
mucus found in all females.

Throughout the examination, nothing was found to be remarkable and no sign
of any abuse was noted.

Christopher Blessing, MD

     Sally leaned back in her chair and put the report down on her desk.
Could it be that the child's grandfather was having sex with her, it
certainly looked that way, and wasn't that abuse?  The doctor didn't seem to
think so and this report was now a matter of medical opinion that would
forever reside in the child's records.  Could it possibly be that the child
preferred to be alone at recess and dream of her lover?  That would account
for the faraway gaze in the child's eyes.  And the bus driver on her route
had said that her grandfather waited outside at the curb every day, rain or
shine, despite the fact that the bus stopped right in front of her house
every day.  Sally put two and two together and saw the image of an older man
living alone with his granddaughter and the chemistry that it took for the
two of them to become lovers.  Part of her said it was right, most of her
said it was wrong.  What was she to do now?   Revealing this would cause the
child's grandfather to be arrested and serve the rest of his life in prison,
and the girl being sent to a foster home.  She needed to talk to Julie once
more.

====================

     Julie lie back on his bed and spread her legs, her grandfather getting
between them, his long and thick cock slid up into her in slow motion.  Of
all the things he did to her, she liked this the best, they were joined and
seemed to become one with each other.  When he began moving in and out of
her, the feeling of being loved raised her sensitivity to new heights, this
was so much more then him kissing her on the cheek seven months ago as he
kissed her goodnight.  The first time she felt his hands on her body she let
him do what he wanted, it was exciting and sexy, and if any man was going to
teach her how to be a woman, she knew it would be him.  One thing led to
another and now she was his lover in every way, and she lived for these
moments when he would show her how much he loved her.

====================

     Sally walked beside Julie into her office and closed the door.  Julie
sat down in the one chair in front of Sally's desk, and had no idea what was
going to happen.  Sally cleared some papers from her desk and then spoke in
a quiet, non-threatening tone.

     "You are having sex with your grandfather, is that right?"

     Gone was the child's resolve, replaced with panic and fear for what
might happen, but slowly she nodded yes.  It was like the world had opened
up and was going to swallow her whole.  Her throat was dry and her head was
swimming as she tumbled out of the chair in a dead faint to the floor.
Sally sat there a moment in complete awe, then composed herself and rushed
to the child.  Smelling salts, and the little girl came around and Sally
helped the child to her seat again.

     "Does he force you to have sex with him?"

     "NO!  He doesn't force me to do anything, he loves me."

     "And you love him too, don't you?"

     "Yes!"

     "Your teacher is worried about you because you don't play with the
other children and sit alone and dream into space.  She doesn't understand
what you are doing but she knows that it is different from the other
children.  Now I don't think you want me to tell her what you a really doing
do you?"

     "Oh no!"

     "I thought as much.  Look you have to at least appear to play with the
other children, or your secret may one day be discovered.

     The child looked at the councilor and understood every word, but all
she wanted to do now was run away and hide, never to be talked to again like
that.  She was frozen to the chair and waited for it all to end, the police,
everything.

     "When I was a little girl, like you, I too loved my daddy and daddy
wanted me like your grandfather wants you, it was a special time for us when
we had sex and I imagine that it is that way for you too.  Our secrets will
never leave this room, but here at school you must act like a little girl
that is happy and playful, who knows it might be fun.  You may go now."

     Julie stood up and smoothed her dress over her soft thighs and turned
around and left, closing the door behind her.  Sally sat there in a moment
of remembrance as her daddy made love to her all night long, filling her
with his seed again and again.  The sweat beaded up on her face like it had
done so many years before and the orgasm took her like never before as she
gasped for the very breath of life itself.

====================

     Julie knew that she had to tell her grandfather what had happened and
she knew what that meant, he would be upset that they had to move again to
some city far away, and she knew it was the only way of safety, she had done
this before.  She remembered the commotion and the police and the shooting.
She had been six then and was the object of her fathers attentions, which
her mother encouraged.  The neighbors found out what was going on and
reported them to the police, and there was no place to hide.

     As the police cars approached, daddy shot mommy and then himself.  I
was still tied to the wooden ramp and dressed in sheer black thigh high
stockings and a little black choker, the cum running down my thighs.
Someone came in a took lots of pictures, some of them got in the news and
that's when grandfather took me far away to live with him.

====================

     "Dan, I have no idea where she went, she is not in this school
building.  What has happened, she was not this bad yesterday!"

     "Judy, Judy, Judy, relax and calm yourself.  There is a lot that you
don't know about her, and right now 24 other children need you, so go back
to your classroom and do your job."

     Well that wasn't enough for Judy, that girl was in trouble and she was
one of her students, and the mother in her empty life sprang forth to save
her child if she could.  With Olympic effort she stood in the hallway
between classes and ripped off her bra, her teeth bared, breathing hard.
She opened the footlocker and withdrew an AK47, five grenades and enough
ammo to start a war.  Motherfucking men, I am here!  She had lost it.  Her
bra lay on the tiled floor, and she held the ruler like a weapon, and then
collapsed to the floor, her moment of glory gone, her mind had snapped like
a twig on the trail.

     Sally was the first at her side, followed by Dan and two janitors plus
the entire safety patrol.  Her blouse was still above her breasts and she
looked a sight with her tongue hanging out of her mouth.  She was babbling
incoherently and convulsing.  Judy was never going home again.  As far as
Judy was concerned she had lost her child and her mind could not deal with
it.  The ambulance arrived and Judy was taken away to a place where she
could fight those battles in her mind to recover her lost child for as long
as she wanted.  It would be for life.

====================

     Her grandfather packed up the truck, leaving nearly everything behind
and as the sun set that day, drove away with his lover/granddaughter at his
side.  She meant more to him than he could even know, and it was time to
relocate and start fresh again.

     The hourglass has a finite number of grains of sand, and when it runs
out it's time to turn it over and let time begin again.  I hate the rain I
hate getting wet with my clothes on.



END

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