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Subject: {ASSM} The Family Tradition {Riv Yavtry} (M+g, magic?)
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Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2007 21:10:02 -0400
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Riv Yavtry

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Grandma opened a bedroom door.

"Anne, this is your room. It's a family tradition."

"Oh mum, you don't really believe in that rubbish, do you?" asked my
mother.

"I promised my mother that any girls I had would sleep in that room
and I kept it. You made the same promise to me and I expect you to
keep it. And I expect you to make Anne promise it too," replied
Grandma sternly.

I went inside the bedroom. It was beautiful - light and airy yet
warm and comfortable. The adults continued their conversation outside
as I put my suitcase on the bed and started to unpack.

"But mum, we can't afford to run two houses. We might have to sell
it after you've gone."

"It won't be yours to sell, just like it's not mine to sell. Our
ancestors devised a very clever trust. I don't know who the trustees
are or how they manage the legal and financial aspects but I can live
here free until I die. The trustees will then contact another female
member of the family and bestow the same rights on her."

I liked my grandmother, but only got to see her once or twice a year
because she lived in this strange stone cottage in the middle of
nowhere. My parents had driven us all the way down here, mum, dad,
brother and me, just to stay the weekend. No satellite tv, no
broadband, not even a computer, and I was prepared to bet my mobile
wouldn't get a signal either. Still, the weather was superb for late
spring and the surrounding countryside was beautiful, and a couple of
days with Grandma would make a nice change. As for the family
tradition, well, Grandma was probably going a bit gaga. After all,
she must be pushing sixty.

"But why this bedroom? What's so special about it?" my mother asked.

"I don't know dear, my mother wouldn't tell me. But no harm came to
me when I slept here and no harm came to you either."

"Is it haunted?" I asked, shovelling a pile of clothes into an
antique chest of drawers.

"I don't know dear," replied Grandma, "There are lots of creaks and
groans at night, but that's just the floorboards cooling and
contracting. I've never seen or heard anything that could be a ghost."

*****

After a substantial dinner - Grandma had roast a goose for us - we
all felt tired after the long journey and decided to have an early
night. My bed was warm and comfortable. As I lay there drifting off
to sleep, I unconsciously slipped my fingers inside my panties and
started to rub my pussy, seeking out the little button I had recently
discovered that gave me such feelings of intense pleasure. Suddenly I
remembered where I was; it didn't feel right to do this in my
grandmother's bed. I removed my fingers with a jerk, and that jolted
me back to wakefulness. As I lay there, trying to drift off to sleep,
I heard a knocking sound that seemed to emanate from the wardrobe.

"Who's there?" I whispered.

There was no reply, and I decided either it was the floorboards
cooling or I had dreamt it. The knocking came again, louder this
time. I switched on the bedside light. I couldn't see anyone in the
room. I got out of bed and went over to the wardrobe. A little
apprehensively, I opened the door. The wardrobe was empty apart from
the few clothes that I had stowed in it earlier. The knocking came
again, louder than ever, and seemingly from the back of the wardrobe.
I reached out to feel the back of the wardrobe with my hand. It
seemed to shimmer, then something grabbed me and pulled me through. I
fell a short distance, then I landed heavily on some grass, hard
enough to knock the wind out of me. I lay there with my eyes closed
for a minute while I recovered before I opened them to look around.
It was a warm sunny day. I was on a square lawn, surrounded by tall,
well-trimmed hedges. Sitting cross-legged and completely naked on a
rug in the middle of the lawn, was a little, wrinkled man, only he
didn't seem very old. His cock was pointing to the sky, nine inches
long and as thick as my arm.

"You're wearing clothes," he said in an accusing tone.

I was suddenly aware of how little I was actually wearing, just my
nightie and a pair of panties. I couldn't stop staring at the man's
cock.

"You're not wearing any," I replied.

"What do you expect if we're going to have sex!"

Fortunately the little man was not exuding any menacing vibes.

"I wasn't expecting to have sex," I replied, "I think I'm a bit
young for that sort of stuff."

"I think I'd be too big for you anyway. You're new here, aren't you?"

"I've never been here before."

"You need to go to New Admissions."

The little man indicated towards a corner of the square, and I
noticed a gap in the hedge.

"I'd rather go home, if that's okay. Can you show me how to get back
to where I fell from?"

"Only you know the way back," the little man replied.

"I'm afraid I don't," I countered.

"You do. It will come to you at the right time. Now if you'll excuse
me, someone might genuinely be in need of my services," the little
man dismissed me.

I got up and walked to the corner of the square the little man had
indicated - there were gaps at all four corners. I found myself in
another square, again surrounded by tall well-trimmed hedges, in the
middle of which was another wrinkled little man sitting at a desk
bearing the placard 'New Admissions'. Thankfully this man was fully
clothed. He had a pair of spectacles perched precariously on the end
of his nose and he was writing in some sort of ledger. 

"Excuse me, can you show me how to get home?" I asked him.

"How did you get here?" he asked.

"I heard a knocking from a wardrobe. When I tried to find out what
was causing it, I was pulled through and I found myself on a lawn
with a little naked man."

I pointed in the direction I had come from.

"He's not a man, he's a goblin like me," he said disdainfully.

The goblin took a long, hard look at me.

"You're human, aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Most humans look alike to me, but there's something rather familiar
about you. What's your name?"

"Anne Wilson."

The goblin scribbled in his ledger.

"Shame. You remind me of a human called Emily Harding."

The name rang a bell and I thought for a moment. Suddenly it came to
me.

"Emily Harding was my great-grandmother's name."

"Oh," said the goblin in a deflated tone, "You humans live such
short lives."

"Can you help me get home?"

"Young lady, the knocking you heard was your own sexuality trying to
be released. You came here for a reason, and when that reason is
fulfilled, no doubt you'll go home again."

"But what about my parents. They're going to be worried about me
when they find I'm missing."

The goblin looked down his nose at me.

"Don't you worry about that. It will all turn out right in the end.
It usually does."

The goblin leafed through his ledger.

"H'mmm, humans, we don't get much call for them. But then you're
quite small for a human. How old are you?"

"Twelve."

Suddenly the goblin gave a satisfied grin.

"I know, I'll pair you off with the elves. You're about the same
size and they'll have sex with anything, given the chance."

"Do I have to have sex?" I asked dubiously.

"Young lady, that's what you came here for. Now over there on the
right and the second room across."

I guessed that 'room' was their name for a square lawn surrounded by
hedges. I went in the direction the goblin indicated. In the first
room was a short, squat, very hairy creature, who looked at me
expectantly. I hurriedly made my way through to the next room,
hearing a disappointed sigh from behind me. In the next room, sitting
naked on a rug in the middle of the lawn, was a very slender 'man',
about the same size as myself, with a slightly greenish hue and
pointed ears. His cock was about four inches long and as thick as my
thumb.

The 'man' smiled at me.

"Are you an elf?" I asked. "New Admissions sent me to the elves."

"Yes. You don't seem to be on our schedule, but we'll always make
room for someone as beautiful as you."

I don't consider myself ugly, but 'beautiful' was a bit over the
top. I blushed anyway.

"We?" I asked.

"There are six of us."

The elf whistled, and five more exactly like him appeared from
nowhere. One of them sprinkled a fine powder over me, and I suddenly
felt very light-headed.

"Just relax and let it happen," he advised.

I was powerless to resist as many hands suddenly lifted my
nightdress over my head and pulled my panties down to the ground. I
felt myself being lowered onto the blanket. Hands and mouths were
everywhere, kissing my neck and body, pinching my nipples, rubbing my
budding breasts, then parting my thighs and rubbing my pussy. I felt
my pussy lips being parted and instinctively tried to close my legs,
but firm hands held them apart and my resistance collapsed as expert
fingers sought out and caressed my little love button. Waves of
pleasure emanated from my tingling pussy, and I felt on the brink of
something important. Suddenly everybody stopped.

"Hi guys, I do love the scent of a fresh virgin."

I looked up. There was a white horse standing in front of me. Only
it wasn't a horse because it had a white horn in the centre of its
forehead.

"Hi Cyril," said one of the elves, "We didn't know this one's a
virgin."

Another elf tried to insert a finger into me.

"He's right, y'know."

"Cyril's always right!"

"Mind if I have a go?" asked the unicorn, "I love the taste of a
virgin."

"Be our guest," replied yet another elf.

The elves moved to either side of me, holding me down gently but
firmly by the wrists and ankles. The unicorn knelt between my legs,
taking care not to impale me with his horn, and started to lick my
pussy with his tongue. He was very good at it, piercing my pussy
lips, seeking out my love button with the tip of his tongue, and
reawakened the waves of pleasure. Little by little the feelings built
up, then suddenly my whole body seemed to explode with pleasure.

"Wow!" was all I could say after my hips stopped bucking, my body
stopped throbbing and the tingling in my pussy receded to a warm glow.

"Delicious," exclaimed the unicorn, "I'd love to break this one in
myself, but she's far too small for me."

I saw the unicorn's erect cock, eighteen inches long and as thick as
my leg.

"Mind if we take a bit of your horn?" asked yet another elf.

"Be my guest," replied Cyril, backing away from between my legs. 

The elf snapped a tiny bit of white horn off the end. He rubbed it
between his fingers and it crumbled easily into a strangely greyish
powder. Then he rubbed some of the powder just inside the entrance to
my pussy, and coated his cock with the rest. The elf took the
unicorn's place between my legs and positioned his cock at the
entrance to my pussy. I gritted my teeth because I'd heard this would
hurt. The elf gave a mighty thrust with his cock, and I felt
something give way inside me. To my surprise I felt no discomfort
whatsoever. The elf partially withdrew his cock, revealing that it
now had smears of blood on it.

"Oh well, no longer a virgin," said Cyril wistfully, turning and
trotting out of the room. 

The elf started pistoning his cock in and out of my pussy. He was an
expert lover, varying his tempo and angle to heighten my sensations,
and ensuring my love button was regularly buffeted. Other hands and
mouths resumed their contributions, kissing the side of my neck,
rubbing my budding breasts, teasing my nipples, caressing the insides
of my thighs. It wasn't long before my body was exploding with
pleasure again, and this time my throbs were answered by the elf's
throbbing cock as it fired elvish semen deep inside me.

"There's six of us," one of the elves pointed out

"Two at a time?" replied another.

I was rolled onto my side and my upper leg raised high into the air
by the ankle. An elf lay down beside me and inserted his cock inside
my pussy. The beautiful pistoning began again, as did the attentions
from the hands and mouths of the others. I could feel my arousal
slowly building again. I felt another elf lie down behind me. My bum
cheeks were parted and something hard and hot pressed against my bum.
I tried to resist, but as my body succumbed to the throbs of another
orgasm, I lost control of my muscles and the cock forced its way deep
into my bum. Instinctively it felt wrong, something pushing in where
something was normally pushed out, and I had the sensation of
fullness and a need to shit. But it also felt wickedly right, as the
sensations coming from my bum multiplied with the sensations from my
pussy. The two elves established an alternating rhythm, one pushing
in as the other pulled out. After the elf pounding my pussy orgasmed,
shooting more elvish semen deep inside me, he withdrew and his place
was taken by another. I could feel elvish semen trickling down my
thighs. I was orgasming almost continually now from the delicious
dual pounding. When the elf behind me orgasmed, his throbbing cock
shooting his elvish semen deep inside my bum, he too was replaced my
another. When two elves orgasmed at the same time, I was rolled onto
my other side and my other leg raised into the air. Two more elves
took their place, and I realised that they were coming round for
seconds. My insides were aching with all the pounding and spasming,
but whenever I thought I couldn't take any more, the delicious throbs
of another orgasm judder through my body. Elvish semen seeped from
both holes in a steady stream.

At last the elves stopped. I was absolutely exhausted and rolled
onto my back, taking comfort from the warm sun on my naked skin. I
thought the elves might have been tired too since each had orgasmed
four or five times inside me but no, their cocks projected proudly in
front of them.

"Sorry love, we've got another appointment. But you can stay here
and enjoy the sun as long as you want, we'll find another room. We're
delighted to have made your acquaintance. It's been a pleasure."

The elves disappeared, leaving me alone in the room. I was totally
drained and didn't have the energy to do anything about my nudity or
the sticky semen drying on my thighs. Too late I realised I didn't
even know the name of the elf who had taken my virginity. I soon fell
asleep.

*****

"Wake up sleepyhead, it's time for breakfast."

The sound of my mother's call woke me up. I was in bed, wearing my
nightie and panties - surely I had been dreaming. But the bedside
light was on. Then I became aware of my aching pussy and bum.
Horrified, I pulled off the bedclothes to look for semen or blood
stains, but fortunately there weren't any. Gingerly I got out of bed
and struggled over to the mirror. I took off the nightie and panties
and inspected myself. My pussy and bum were red-raw, my budding
breasts were bluish and bruised and my nipples were tender. I tried
to insert a finger into my pussy - penetration was painful but met no
resistance - my hymen had gone. I opened the wardrobe and tentatively
felt the back - it was solid wood. I noticed a little pile of greyish
powder on the bedside cabinet and smiled to myself as I realised what
it was. I rubbed the powder onto my breasts and around my pussy and
bum, and the soreness eased away.

I was definitely going to keep up the family tradition!
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