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From: "hatgnat" <hatgnat@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} 1001 Pornographic Nights (2/1001) beast, inter, inc, teen
Date: Sat, 12 May 2001 00:10:03 -0400
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 From The Imp's Collection
Title: 1001 Pornographic Nights (2/1001)
Author: The Imp
Notes: beast (f/dog), incest, blk, interracial, f/f, mm/f

<Author's Note>

No pornography is for everyone, and subject codes generally aren't
enough to sort out the stuff you like. As far as content and general
attitude, my favorite ubiquitous author is NiteWriter (Barbara: Model
Turned Slut, Raping the New Cheerleader, etc). Stylistically, I like my
porn like those ancient (by internet standards) Business and Inlaws
series (and all the other stuff that's obviously by the same person,
whose byline is lost in the mists of time): completely without
characterization, dialogue, or literary merit. If you're partial to
these authors, you're probably in my target audience. You're definitely
in my target audience if, in addition to being just the right kind of
porn enthusiast, you're a lit-geek who's read way to much John Barth. I
don't know if there's anyone like that out there, but you never know.

You've heard this so many times it's stopped registering, but you should
write to authors of porn you particularly like. You should also write to
authors of stuff you loathe, because they'll get a kick out of your
vituperation.

Don't read this if it's against the law for you to do so where you are.
I put this here in accordance with usenet superstition. I know
rationally that it's not necessary, and that if it were necessary it'd
be useless, but I'd be made uneasy if I didn't put it.

</Author's Note>


Suddenly, Shaharazad, Dunyazad, and Sharyar all heard a rooster crowing.
Sherry had been talking all night. Dunyazad suggested that they all get
some rest; the king protested that he hadn't heard the end of Ayesha's
story, and didn't even know what Carol's story had to do with animals
yet. Dunyazad, feigning that she had been kept ignorant of the king's
policy, suggested that Sherry could finish the story the next night.
Sharyar hmped and went to the durbar, and spent the day bidding and
forbidding between man and man while Sherry and Dunyazad anxiously
waited to see if the ploy had worked. They were relieved when the king
showed up that night, gave Sherry a rather perfunctory rogering
(Dunyazad was disturbed to note that he kept looking at her, clad in her
nightgown, while he worked his thick pole in and out of Sherry's cunt
doggy-style, and was further alarmed to find her own pussy moistening at
the sight), and requested that she go-on with the story. Shaharazad
continued the Story of Carol's Animal Adventure.


          Carol, the big titted black mother, and Emily, the slender
blond college student decided to go find the farm-studs who had earlier
fucked Emily and get them to fuck Carol. She said that one of them had a
particularly enormous cock, and she wanted Carol to get a turn at having
it stuffed in her tight cunt. She stripped off her flimsy robe, and the
two horny sluts walked naked out of the house in search of a good
fucking.As they were walking across the yard, a big great dane that
lived at the farm ran up to them and poked his nose in Emily's sparsely
haired crotch. Emily gasped and giggled, and Carol was surprised to see
her spread her legs so that the dog could lick her open cunt with his
rough tongue.

          Emily got down on her hands and knees, and Carol joined her so
she could get a better view. She watched as the farm girl reached under
the dog and took hold of it's cock. It was huge for a dog, about ten
inches long with a red, veiny shaft. Emily pumped it for a few moments
with her hand, then lowered her head to it, swiping her tongue over the
pointed tip. Emily sucked on the tip for a moment, then licked up and
down the hot, slimy shaft before offering the dog's prick to Carol, who
was avidly watching.

          Carol had never fucked around with animals before, but she was
incredibly turned on by watching the hot blond minister to the dogcock
that she didn't hestitate before taking the tip of the fat fuckstick
into her mouth. She was delighted by the salty precum that oozed over
her tastebuds, and nursed on the head for several moments before she
started pumping several inches of  hot throbbing dogmeat in and out of
her mouth, giving the animal a wet, sloppy blowjob. Meanwhile, Emily had
moved around behind the big-titted black slut and was rimming her
asshole with her quick pink tongue, laving the tender flesh of Carol's
anus, and simultaneously pumping two, then three, of her long slender
fingers in and out of Carol's hot box. Thus stimulated, Carol was soon
working the entire length the dog's cock in and out of her mouth,
repeatedly embedding the full ten inches of bestial meat deep in her
tight throat. The dog was making little whining noises and humping at
Carol's mouth, and suddenly she could feel its cock throbbing as it
started to shoot its scalding load deep into her throat. Carol pulled
the cock nearly out so that she could take the dog's salty semen in her
mouth and taste it's nasty sperm. As the dog was filling her mouth with
its seed, Emily switched the oral attentions from Carol's anus to her
clit, replacing her tongue with two fingers which she inserted deep into
the older woman's ass. The fingers and tongue working her cunt, her
packed asshole, and the dogcock spraying her tonsils with hot dogcum had
Carol twitching in her own orgasm. When her fuckholes had stoped
spasming around Emily's probing fingers, let the still-twitching dogcock
fall from her mouth, turned around, and kissed Emily deeply, pushing
dogcum into the girl's mouth with her tongue and sharing the dog's salty
load.


     Just then, the doorbell rang, interrupting Carol in the middle of
her hot story. "That must be the pizza," said Carol. "After we eat, I'll
tell you all the rest of what we did with the dog, and about the horse
and the farmboys." With that, she put on a short flimsy bathrobe and
went to answer the door.

     Carol's story had gotten Ayesha and her brothers hot to fuck again,
and since their mother was gone for a mysteriously long time, their
casual fondlings became more seriously. Soon, Ayesha was on her knees,
bobbing her head and sucking vigorously on Bob's footlong cock while
jerking off Dan's prong, then switching her oral treatment to Dan while
pumping Bob with her hand. She kept on alternating between their two
rods, and they were both just about ready to blow when their mother
reentered the room and said brightly, "The pizza's here!" All three of
her children looked up, and were suprised by what they saw.

"The end!" said Shaharazad brightly.

"What?" said King Sharyar.

"That's the end of the story. So now I guess you'll execute me in the
morning, huh?"

"What do you mean that's the end of the story? Why were the kids
suprised? What about the horse and the farmboys in Carol's story? That
can't be the end. There has to be more."

"Well, that's the end of The Story of the Black Family Gangbang. I seem
to recall another story, in which someone tells a story about being told
the rest of The Story of Carol's Animal Adventure. So if that's what
you're interested in, I guess I could tell you *that* story."

"What?" said Sharyar, but by that time Sherry had already launched into
The Story of the Twins and the Pizza-Boy.


     Once upon a time, there was a pizza delivery boy named Frank. Frank
was a senior in high school, and played on the football team. He was a
real stud, and had fucked nearly half the girls in his class at school.
He was white, 6'2", and had an uncircumcised eleven inch cock which
never failed to please the nubile freshmen girls.

     One evening, Frank rang the doorbell of a nice suburban house and
was surprised when the door was opened to reveal two naked twin girls.
They looked like they were about thirteen.

At which point, before Sherry could even really get started, her little
sister Dunyazad shouted "I hear the cock crowing! We've talked all
night; it's morning. We should really get some rest."

Sharyar gave each of the sisters a long and rather dirty look, but
departed for the durbar, where he would spend the day bidding and
forbidding between man and man. Shaharazad was smug, feeling that she
had the king well and truly hooked; but Dunyazad was less sure, and
spent the day curled up with her sister, in a state of utter terror.
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