Message-ID: <51223asstr$1116544202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <davidlavenham@hotmail.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <BAY102-F22B8995E79E8F96B3C02DBA5080@phx.gbl> X-Originating-Email: [davidlavenham@hotmail.com] From: "David Lavenham" <davidlavenham@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-OriginalArrivalTime: 19 May 2005 15:50:35.0019 (UTC) FILETIME=[7EA93DB0:01C55C8A] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 19 May 2005 15:50:34 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Her only friend - nc rape best inc Mf Lines: 69 Date: Thu, 19 May 2005 19:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2005/51223> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman Her only friend - nc rape best inc Mf By David Lavenham Feedback welcome at davidlavenham@hotmail.com The dogs hot breath was on here ear as his rock hard and red hot dick pushed deep into her pussy. Above it's panting she could hear the sounds of village life going on just beyond the entrance to the rough lime washed outbuilding. The only thing between those outside in the street and the bestial fucking going on inside was the old sacking nailed up across the door. The waves of pleasure emanating from her tight pussy were the one pleasure she lived for, her release from the red dust encrusted poverty of small town India. Gavunipalli was a dying town, anyone with cash or ambition had headed to Bangalore leaving behind those without hope. The dog was fucking her faster now, building towards its canine climax. She had been fucked by the big stray mongrel many times. She had befriended it as it roamed the town and, as it became her trusted friend, she began to understand the pleasure and comfort it could bring her; the thrill of its tongue on her pussy and the pleasure of its thin but rock hard penis inside her. She gasped as the dog came, tiny lightning bolts of pleasure radiating from her clitoris as she accepted its seed into her body. Then, her desire satiated for a little while she slipped back into her dirty yellow dress and lay down to snooze with the dog on the dirt floor. "Ah, there you are my precious", She woke with a start at her fathers voice. He was a big man, almost filling the entrance to the shack. He looked behind him furtively then came into the room, the bright glare of sunshine once more disappearing behind the sacking door. She knew what he wanted; it was the same nearly every day. "Get out you mongrel!", he shouted as he shooed the dog from the room with a clap of his hands, the he spoke to her softly, his arms held out wide. "Come to me my precious" he said, enveloping her in his big arms. He stroked her hair then lifted her dress over her head, "you are beautiful my little one. I am a lucky man" He ran his fingers down her body to her hairless pussy, "Precious, you are very wet today, you have been dreaming about your daddy?" She did not answer, he never responded even when she did. This talk was just the usual monologue that lead up to the inevitable violation of her body, a way for him to convince himself she was a willing participant in his fantasy. He had his dick in his hand now. It was huge, maybe 10 inches long, with a big bulbous head. He stroked himself while he fingered her pussy. Keen to get it over with she turned away from him and, with her hands on the wall, thrust her coffee colored bottom in the air with her legs slightly open. He held her waist, lifting her slightly, and then he began to fuck her, his big dick forcing its way deeper into her tight little cunt with every stroke. He started to pant, the one blessing was he never lasted long, and after a few strokes he groaned as his incestuous seed flowed into her, mixing with the dog cum already deep in her pussy. He pulled his cock out of her and wiped it clean on her dress before handing the garment back to her. He never spoke once he had fucked her. He just left as if nothing had happened. Visit my free archive for more stories www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/davidlavenham/www Did you like this story? Do you have an idea for a story you would like me to consider? 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