Message-ID: <40085asstr$1040883017@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20021226025958.7287.qmail@web20010.mail.yahoo.com> From: Quivering Flesh <quivering_flesh@yahoo.com> x-asstr-no-archive: no x-no-archive: no X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2002 18:59:58 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Christmas Story (MFb pedo beast anal extreme blasphemy) x-asstr-message-id-hack: 40085 Date: Thu, 26 Dec 2002 01:10:17 -0500 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/Year2002/40085> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "Christmas Story (MFb pedo beast anal extreme blasphemy).txt" begin> A note: We thought that a note prefacing this story might be appropriate, first to provide a bit of background and also to do something we have never done before -- issue a warning. First, the background. The holidays have always been a particularly erotic time for us and most of our now occassional forays into swapping occur around this time of the year. Anyway, the other night we'd come home from a pretty good party, still keyed up and horny as ever however. We put some porno on to get going for another fuck, but started talking about this and that and with Christmas of course on our mind Gloria wondered what it must have been like for Mary, being a virgin yet giving birth, and how if it had been her she'd have been horny as hell and been all over Joseph to give it to her night and day (like what's different now I asked her?) Anyway, that started a role play where Gloria played Mary and rather than Joseph I thought it would be fun to be a horny Wiseman (Magi I guess is the correct term). The damn role play took off in probably the most twisted and perverted direction of any role play we've ever done, surprising the hell out of us (since the Sadian blasphemy thing has never done a whole lot for us), and producing one of the most mind-blowing orgasms either of us have had in ages. We immediately had to write it down, so here it is. Which leads to point number two: It doesn't seem that this sort of story is common on ASSM, so maybe it won't do much for most people. (Let us know what you think so we can decide whether to do more of these or not.) But we can imagine that this kind of story might really get to some people, so here's a warning: THE FOLLOWING STORY IS HIGHLY BLASPHEMOUS, AND IF YOU HAVE EVEN A SINGLE OUNCE OF BELIEF IN THESE THINGS (RELIGION, CHRISTIANITY) YOU'D BE BEST ADVISED TO STOP READING RIGHT NOW!!! Ok, back to the usual warning. ________________________________________________________ Hey, this is our story, so don't steal it! Repost elsewhere if you want, but leave it intact (including the email address at the end). Enjoy! Kisses, quivering_flesh@yahoo.com ________________________________________________________ "Christmas Story" (MFb pedo beast anal extreme blasphemy) When I heard the of a new-born baby in Bethlehem, rumored to be the son of God, I thought nothing of it and continued about my business. Then more rumors arrived. It was said that although married the mother was a virgin, and that the husband had discovered her pregnancy even before the marriage, and yet went ahead with the wedding, believing her story that God had impregnated her. Strange tidings indeed, and so I gathered together some of my fellow Wise Men and headed east -- whether to see for ourselves such a miracle as a virgin mother or a husband so foolish as to believe her story, I could not decide. After some days of travel, we arrived at the town -- quite forlorn and flea-bitten if you ask me -- and inquired after the "virgin birth" as the gossips were calling it. We were directed to a barn. Upon entering we found not only horses and pigs and a donkey but a woman sitting next to a rough-hewn drinking trough intended for livestock. The trough was dry however and filled with straw and old discarded clothing. The woman was holding a baby, nursing it. She made no attempt to cover herself, and we got a good look at a surprisingly fine and voluptuous breast. We made our apologies for the intrusion and introduced ourselves. She said her name was Mary. Being obviously poor and in difficult circumstances, Mary was pleased to see us. I could tell immediately that she had certain hopes, noting our clothing and deportment, and nonchalantly uncovered the other breast, ostensibly to give the little tyke a feed from that side -- but as I surmised also to give us a good look at what she might have from her side to offer us. I inquired as to her husband, whose name I learned was "Joe." He, it appears, was out and not expected back for sometime, attending to various errands, including an extended stop at the local brew-pub. I dismissed my fellows, all more junior than I in Wisdom, and conducted the remainder of the interview with the young mother Mary alone. I placed before her various valuables we had carried with us as gifts, whereupon her eyes lit up considerably. Apologizing for the personal nature of my questions, I asked if it was indeed true that she and her husband had not yet consummated their marriage, and if it was indeed true that she had yet had no direct experience of relations between men and women. She smiled knowingly, and allowed that although her own mother often scolded her for being absent- minded and inattentive at times, in this case she was quite sure she had never made acquaintance with the pleasures of love possible between men and women. She proceeded to add that rather than being a point of pride, this condition in fact vexed her terribly, for here she was, the agonies of her labor still vivid in her mind, and indeed her female parts still sore and aching therefrom, and had absolutely nothing on the other side of the ledger in terms of pleasure and satisfaction in the act of conception to balance out the books. I expressed my deepest sympathies, and I asked if I might see this unusual baby boy, for whom she had suffered such unrecompensed pains. She lowered him from her breast and unwrapped him for me to gaze on -- making no effort of course to cover her ripe, heavy breasts from my gaze. I knelt down next to the girl and her baby. The naked baby boy offered for my inspection was overall quite ordinary, but in one respect he astonished me -- even though only moderately aroused (from the nursing I assumed) his cock was nearly that of a full grown man. The organ sprouting from the bottom of his belly, lolling between his chubby baby legs, must have been in excess of four inches long and as many if not more in circumference. Being uncut, it had the appearance of an enormous pale heavy worm emerging from his body. Two distinct testicles accompanied this worm. He is, after all, I muttered aloud, the son of God. So they say, Mary replied, with a coy smile. I found myself reaching out for the boy, gathering his precocious manhood up in my hand in wonder. The baby's penis stirred, stiffened, and within seconds was over six inches in length. Jesus! I exclaimed. Mary cried out in delight. That's perfect she said. We have been searching for a name for him, and now you have found it for us. Mary, who as I was quickly learning was a highly perceptive young woman, said she couldn't help noticing that I seemed able to enjoy the pleasures of both male and female, young and old. The evidence provided by the swelling between my own legs gave proof to her intuition. I remarked on the acuity of her perception, and wondered if she might perhaps share something of my range of interests, insofar of course as her admittedly limited experience permitted. Yes, she responded, with the now familiar enigmatic smile, as she saw her baby's cock respond to my caress. In fact, she said, over the last few days her boy had been her only source of satisfaction, since her husband and taken a holy vow to forgo his husbandly duties and to keep his distance from the marriage bed. So you are no longer a virgin, I inquired, alluding to the possibility that her own son might have relieved her of her lamentable virginity. She swore that she in fact had not yet crossed that threshold, although she admitted she had indeed entertained exactly the same thought, but unfortunately had been forced to content herself with fondling and some quick oral satisfaction, there not being sufficient opportunity to be alone, what with either the curiosity seekers crowding in all day or Joe taking the boy away to show off to his buddies. I wondered aloud to her that she had not seen fit to take advantage of the other opportunities afforded by her albeit impoverished situation, glancing in particular toward the stallion and donkey penned up nearby. The girl's eyes widened with surprise, and she admitted with something of a blush that the idea had never even crossed her mind and that I must think her a fool. Not at all, I assured her, one cannot be expected to sample all the world has to offer at once. My hand, which had dallied for some time on the baby's shaft now took possession of his testicles, clearly already active and full of a godly charge of seed. She guessed the question in my mind, and without prompting assured me that yes he was, even though only a few days old, fully functional in that capacity and that she had induced the proof to flood her own mouth some half a dozen times already. As if guided by a higher power, my fingers ventured up under the balls and found the boy's silky anus, at which point Mary informed me that she'd had enough experience to discover the one pleasure the little baby Jesus -- she used the name for the first time -- was particularly fond of, one guaranteed to bring him to his own satisfaction (and hers I have no doubt) within moments. She pulled his chubby little legs back and apart, and my finger slipped without the slightest resistance into his rectum, eliciting a flurry of coos and laughter from the child. It was as if I'd pushed my finger into the tub of softest butter. Before I realized it my finger was fully inserted to the knuckle. Either, I thought, he's been well used in the brief time since his birth or he has come into this world with some unusual gifts (or perhaps both?). Try two, the mother suggested with a gleam in her eye. This time, I did feel some resistance, but ever so slight and only in the last half-inch as the two fingers disappeared into his entrails. The effect on my own organ would have been obvious to the Pope from across the breadth of St. Peter's. A flush on Mary's face and a busy hand inside her skirts told me my explorations were producing a similar response in the mother. He is not too far, I averred, from being able to take a man's own cock himself. Mary, fully possessed at this point by pent up lust, could only manage in response a choked "Sir, you must venture as you think best." To tell the truth, I was hardly in a position to restrain myself. My cock nearly flew out of my garments into my hand. Mary played her part, holding the naked baby Jesus on her lap, head pressed into her belly, his legs back and apart for me. I knelt down between her knees, the baby boy's pink puckered hole winking up at me. Mary spit onto her fingers and smeared her slime on and into the boy's hole, then resumed her hold on the infant. My eyes devoured the sight of his small body, spread-eagled before me, his ludicrously large cock throbbing and knocking high up on his chest. The blood roared in my ears as I advanced. My cock head found it's mark immediately, the target so clear and open to view, the mother so eager to hold steady. I set myself, the head an easy inch inside the boy's anal opening, hugged Mary around the waist and -- completely unable to delay or savor the moment -- lunged forward with as powerful a thrust as I had in my loins. Oh my Lord God! In an instant the butter turned to flesh and blood. I felt my cock tear open this hitherto virgin baby asshole, felt the entrails and organs squeezed and shoved aside, and saw his belly bulge from the intruder. A cry flew from the infant's lungs, his cock jerked and spurted a hefty stream of cum up and out, splattering his mother's tits and face. My own cock let loose, inundating his insides with man sperm. I thrust again, burying my cock to the balls in his ass. "Ah, Jesus fuck, Jesus fuck!" Mary cried, her own climax shaking her like a rag doll. I pulled back, pounded in again, then again and again, rattling the baby-god's tiny frame, nearly driving him back into the mother's belly. Red streaked my cock. Mary saw it also, the gleaming glistening blood from her baby's torn hole anointing the cock initiating him still barely born to the pleasures of sodomy. She clasped me to her, pressed her mouth to mine and thrust her tongue down my throat. For a moment it seemed like I was fucking Mary's own cunt, still bleeding and torn from the birthing. I came again, a second full discharge of cum seemingly ripped from my balls by a higher power. The barn spun around and I remember as if in a dream toppling together into the straw. Sometime later I awoke. The tightness around my cock turned out to be the baby Jesus' hole. I was still lodged inside, albeit with only half an erection, though gripped tightly, Jesus not wanting to let me go. The slap of naked flesh and strange strangulated cries of pleasure brought me fully awake. At first confused, my eyes soon found the source of the commotion: Mary, mother of God, bent double over a hay bale, under the donkey, his obscenely thick and long leathery black cock ramming her no longer virgin cunt. ___________________________________________________ You are free to repost this story, but only in it's entirety, including author's email address. COPYRIGHT 2002 QUIVERING_FLESH@YAHOO.COM <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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