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NEW Story: The Grand Father's Tales Part III: (M/F/f, Mast, oral,
incest, fantasy)
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 III: (M/F/f, Mast, oral, incest, fantasy)

"Is it later Mum?" 
"What is later baby?"
"You said I will get it later. Is it later? Its morning and its
harrd."
"Ah! THAT Later. Its hardly morning yet Kabi and it's the morning
hardness."
"But I want to get sticky by the stick." 
"You may get drenched by the fountain-of-the-yellow-river instead of
getting sticky, you know. Just as your dad used to do, you greedy
cunt."
"So what? I will just revert and pour the water-of-the-well-of-peace
on to him, as I used to do to daddy. It will be grand though it is not
dad."
"So it will be. It's your granddad anyway. So it definitely will be
grand. Okay dear, first get him on top and then you can get on to your
game of sticky-stick."
I was coming out of the stupor and the fragments of the
mother-daughter dialogue penetrated the thick fog of my conscious.
Specifically the get-on-top part. I shot up the bed.
My goodness, I am still on the floor. Both of the nude angels were
still standing over me as I last recall.
"Whoa there, what's going on now? I don't want anybody to get on top
of me. I am the top man in this family, you know? I don't want you
people to just drop in and put me down."
"Look, who says what." - Purna retorted back. "It was not I who
dropped and then drooped" - She was looking at my sky-pointing prick
pointedly.
"You people took me completely unaware. If I were ready the whole
thing would have been a different ball game."- I wanted to recover
some lost ground.
"Oh gran, you are just boasting like daddy. It will surely be your
ball and mother's hole game. Dad used to tell me - `I can never
compete with Purna. She will always handle my balls and I will be the
easiest game. Completely exhausted and drained.' You will always loose
the hardness of your hardware, Gran, whether aware or unaware. So
don't boast. `kay?"
Purna chuckled at her daughter's description and chucked her under her
chin. "Oh, away with you baby."
I had to concede the point after being at the receiving end of dil's
ball handling and hole game.  I tried to retreat as gracefully as
possible. "So what was going on now? This getting on top and fountain
and well etc. etc."
Both the mother and daughter chuckled. "We were trying to get you up
on the bed. You must be sore after spending the whole night on the
floor. We were not trying to get on top you to fuck you again, you old
lecher."
She took my hand and tugged and I got up to get into the bed. I hugged
both of them and kissed each on their lips. Both kissed me back.
Purna whispered "You will always be the top man in this family papa,
whether you are on top or at the bottom. You just have to get into our
bottom to remain on top."
I squeezed both of their fleshy bottoms with my hand and lay down on
the bed. Both of them cuddled to my sides. Purna on the left and
Kabita on the right. Both their hands strayed down to hold my dick.
I was curious about their discussion of the morning. I went back to
that point once again. "What game you were talking about Beti?
Something like sticky-sticky and fountain of peace? Kabi giggled once
again.
And Purna said - "It's a game your son used to play with Kabita. In
the morning she used to start sucking her father's dick before ha was
awake. It was a game whether she can get his cum on her face just
before or after he awakes. You must know what a heavy sleeper you son
was."
"Anybody will sleep like a dead man after fucking you, you greedy cock
sucking leech."
"But that's why you love me. Isn't it Papa?" - Purna blushed in
pleasure.
"Oh, yes Beti, very much yes." - I told Purna squeezing her breast. 
"And me? What about me, Gran? Don't you love me too?"- Pouted the baby
doll.
"That is a very much yes baby and after that asshole reaming you did
before, it always will be yes. But what is this well of peace
business? Did you fuck your father, baby?"
"Oh that is a game your son used to play with Kabi. Just after cumming
he will start pissing in her mouth as it was agreed that she couldn't
stop gulping once he starts to shoot and finished completely. That is
what is called the fountain of the yellow river. But my daughter was
never to be defeated. What she used to do you know?"
"What?" 
"She will just put her cunt on his face and start pissing. And that
was called `the water-of-the-well-of-piss' and not peace as you said.
And to answer your last question, your son never fucked his daughter
in her cunt. He buggered her occasionally but never fucked. It was
reserved for you. Actually he was crossing the road to go to the post
office to send a telegram to you to come back when he was driven over.
Kabita reached her puberty just a day before the accident."  Her eyes
were getting moist but with an effort she recovered and said with a
wan smile "Lets forget it okay. That is the last month's egg on the
napkin. Now we have you and that's that."
"Mummy, penance?" - suddenly Kabita piped up. 
"Ahh! Yes, the penance." - Purna quipped.
"What about penance? And who the hell is going to do it? - I said. 
"Why? You of-course. You masturbated when you had two unfilled cunts
to fill with cum, you rotten cum-waster."
"Okay, okay and prey tell me what the penance is?" 
"You have to tell us the tale of all the memorable fucking of your
youth and you have to replay the scene with both Kabita and I
together. That is going to be your penance."
"Ohh! All right. I will do that. But as every storybook starts with an
introduction. I will start with the story of the Mother Cunt, Madam
Eve and her apple. Here it goes. Get ready babes..."
(To be continued....)

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