Message-ID: <58187asstr$1223467803@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: b2g2000prf.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: trukin_fool <trukin_fool@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <451ee279-6661-4782-aaf1-310a7c38deb8@b2g2000prf.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2008 19:16:39 +0000 (UTC) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: b2g2000prf.googlegroups.com; posting-host=24.240.82.33; posting-account=n9ntkAoAAAA9NgSmpvQR4e1mKeZlStRa User-Agent: G2/1.0 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 6.0; SLCC1; .NET CLR 2.0.50727; Media Center PC 5.0; .NET CLR 3.0.04506),gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 7 Oct 2008 12:16:38 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} (story)Grandmas House Lines: 288 Date: Wed, 08 Oct 2008 08:10:03 -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/Year2008/58187> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, RuiJorge Disclaimer. I write stories for pleasure. Everything in my stories is fiction. In no way do I condone the scenarios within the writings. Rape, child endangerment, and unwanted pregnacy are subjects to be role-played between you and your significant other only. Anybody actually carrying out this in real life, needs to see a psychiatrist, or seek mental help from a qualified expert in mental health. I am always open to comments and constructive criticism. I believe in the second ammendment, and only free people should be reading stories like this. If it is illegal or unlawful to read adult stories in your, country, state, municipality, or neighborhood, please delete this story. Thank You, trukin_fool I watched her stand in the doorway and kis her husband goodbye. She lingered with the hug and kiss, probably thinking about who would be coming over, later on. I know this, because there isn't much that gets past me in this neighborhood. You see I've lived here for thirteen years. I knew this place for a good twenty years however. I spent many summers here, when my Grandmother owned it. When she died, and left it to me, I started my homebased business right here. I'm one of those people who can go to work in their underwear. I do all of my selling, buying, and marketing, from my own home computer. It was a cool summer morning when I looked across the street, to watch him leave. He was a traveling salesman, and he was usually gone for about two weeks at a time. It was the same routine, He'd be home for three or four days, and then gone again. A few months back, I noticed the activity level increased over there, when he was gone, but when he was home, everything was quiet and unassuming. I'm describing Jan and Joe, my neighbors across the street. Joe is a great guy. He has a heart as big as he is, and that's saying alot, considering he weighs in, at about 350 pounds. On the other hand, Jan weighs about 115 pounds. She is a good foot shorter, than her six foot six husband. She has always been on the shy, timid side, when it comes to meeting people. That is what caught my attention in the first place. My house is nestled at the end of a dead end street, in a large midwestern city. There is two sets of railroad tracks, along the back of my yard. When my Grandmother owned it, there was no fence up, like nowadays. My friends and I would play for hours, along the tracks, and have the trains press pennies out, as they rolled over them, laying on the tracks. I also had my first few sexual experiences, on the side of those tracks in the backyard. One I remember well, involved a drunken hooker, who was lost, and so drunk she could hardly stand up. My friend Jimmy and I made a bet he could get her dress off without her permission, and I was to hold her down, while he fucked her. It was rape, plain and simple, but what the hell, she was selling it anyway. And who would she tell about it, afterwards? But I digress. My taste in women has always been one of forcing them sexualy, in one way or another. Women in peril are my greatest conquests. After they meet the man who saves them from harm, they are more willing, and way more receptive to my advances. Women who would never think about submitting to a man are the best over all. They usually have some hangup about womens lib, or some such attitude, and believe that women are not only equal, but superior to the male species. Equal? Maybe. Superior? Not a chance in hell. If these women want to prove their equality, let them shovel coal twelve hours a day, like my father did, or let them move heavy furniture around everyday, like my Uncle. But again, I digress. The morning I watched Joe leave, I was ready to find out exactly what Jan did, when all those men, showed up at her door, while her husband was away. She didn't work, so I knew something was amiss. At about two o'clock, the men began to show up. One walked through the back yard, from the tracks, another was standing at the front door. She let both men in, and closed the door quickly. Both men were black, and very seedy looking. A few minutes later, another was walking down the street, in the direction of Jans house. I again watched as he was quickly escorted inside, and the door closed behind him. I then took the opportunity, to hop the fence in my back yard, and walked the tracks myself. Next to Jan's house, there was a large hole in the chain link fence, where I could gain access to her yard. As I approached her house, I noticed movement inside, and hid behind the yard shed, behind her house. I waited there five minutes, before again venturing towards her back door. As I climbed the steps, I peered into the window in the back. I had a perfect view of Jan's kitchen, and was amazed that these bums, were sitting at her kitchen table, drinking coffee. I say bums, because now seeing them up close, that's what they were. Their clothes were tattered, and worn, and their beards were beyond several days growth. Jan was the perfect hostess, as she poured each one a fresh cup of coffee. I could hear the one man thank her, through the slightly open window. After she poured the others coffee, she set down the pot, and handed each one a book. The books were small, and showed alot of wear. "Today, we're going to read from John." She said, to the group. "Open your books to page 198." She was using her own home for bible study, with the homeless, which I thought was very commendable. As she read the verses, the bums were looking at each other, and glancing down her open blouse. The blouse that was falling away from her chest, as she bent and read to them, unaware of the show she was providing. I watched the men eye her ample cleavage, while pretending to listen to her words. One man even blatantly began to rub his crotch, as he stared. After a few more verses, Jan decided to sing for the group. The hymm she chose, was an old favorite of mine. "In the garden." It was also my grandmothers favorite, and was played at her funeral. Quite a coincidence, I thought. After the song, Jan stood and left the room. She reentered the kitchen with a box of clothing, and shoes. I assumed she had collected them from the salvation army, or another similar store. "Here is your new clothing." She announced, as the men all stood and began to strip. Most weren't even wearing underwear, as they stood naked before her. Jan only slightly noticed the shriveled old dicks, of these homeless men. Her face began to flush, and her breath grew quicker. The naked vulnerable bums, were getting to her. What I saw next shocked me. Jan began to reach for each penis, as she made believe she was helping them dress. Each man noticed the grip on their genitals, but made no effort to stop her. The one man with the biggest cock, stood with a smile on his face. He would be next, to be groped by Jan. Jan had one guy almost half erect, before turning her attention to the one with the big dick. He just stood there waiting his turn, as the others began to dress. Jan was an expert at skinning back a cock, and recovering it with skin, as she slowly jacked off, old guy. "I needs a bath missus." He proclaimed. Jan quickly escorted the other two, out the backdoor next to me. "See you two on thursday." She said. leaving them alone on the porch, as she closed it and returned to the older one. "Now. Let's get you cleaned up." She said as she led him to the bathroom. Luck was with me, as the bath room window, was next to the kitchen window. It was also slightly open. As the two stepped into the bathroom, Jan began to remove the rest of the old guys clothing. "Now John, you can't be doing this here all the time. There is shelters for you to shower in. OK?" Jan said smiling at the old man. John quickly stepped into the shower, and Jan turned on the water, as she closed the somewhat clear plastic curtain. As John lathered up, Jan stood outside the tub, and crammed her hand quickly into her shorts. She then began to vigorously rub her crotch, as the other hand squeezed her tit, through her bra and blouse. Within moments, she threw her head back, and began to shake at the intensity of her own orgasm. I watched as she contiued to finger herself, then soon brought her wet sticky fingers out of her pants. With a knowing smile, she watched John shower through the curtain, as she sucked her own juices off of her fingers. "OK John. It's time to go. You'd better be finished." She said over the curtain. The water was then turned off, and the curtain pulled back, as John emerged with a huge semi erect penis. Jan's eyes went to it involntarily as she grabbed a towel, and wiped him dry. As she did so, she again jacked his cock, with the towel. Seconds later he came, shooting his load all over her leg and the towel. "That was a real good one John." She commented. "But you should save it for a woman in your area." John smiled, showing the few teeth that remained in his mouth. "Now go get dressed." Jan said, as she playfully slapped him on his bare ass cheek. They both returned to the kitchen, where John finished dressing, under the watchful eyes of Jan. "You have to go." Jan said, as she led him to the front door. After he left, Jan returned to the kitchen, and gathered up the old clothing. She held Johns old pants to her face, and inhaled deeply, before throwing them on a heap, and into a garbage bag. It was then I took my leave, and sneaked through the fence. I had just witnessed my neighbor lady playing with three homeless black dudes, under the guise of doing a community service. I went home, and relived the afternoon many times that night, before devising my own plans for my neighbor lady. At eight o'clock, I sat on my back porch, watching the bums sporatically wander the tracks, as I thought about Jan. After an hour, I was ready to retire, when a light lit up the tracks. It came from Jans back porch. I hid beside my chair, and watched through the railing spokes, as Jan walked out back, with the garbage bag, and walked down the tracks aways, in the moonlight. She was gone about ten minutes, before she returned empty handed. She returned to her house, and turned off the light. I surmised she had disposed of the old clothing that she collected that afternoon. The next day, I didn't see Jan at all, but on thursday, the smae routine played out. Only this time, there was four men at her house. It was a dreary day, and the clouds hung low. That evening, at eight o'clock, I walked the tracks, in the same direction that Jan had walked two nights before. About a thousand feet up the tracks, there was a grove of trees on the side of the tracks. The old wooden fort, my friends and I built years ago was still there. Inside with my lighter, I looked to find a mattress, and an old chair. Both were quite dingy and filthy. Another homeless crash house, I assumed. I waited by the tracks in the dreary night. The overcast sky only left a slight outline of shadows, to be seen. Around nine, as before, a female figure walked up the tracks. I heard the gravel crunch under the footsteps, well before I could make out the form of her body. As she walked past, I lunged out from the trees, and held my hand over her mouth, preventing screams. I drug her back to the trees, and into the wooden shack. I was standing behind her, as I felt up her tits, while still covering her mouth. I squeezed hard, eliciting grunts from her. I let my hand slide down her stomach, as I inched towards her jeans. I found her snap and zipper, as she tried to scream again. I placed my hand over her nose and mouth, quieting her, at the lack of air. She then became very docile, as I undid her pants, and pushed them down her smooth legs. "Shhhhhh." I whispered into her ear, as she nodded. I then took both hands and made her step out of her bottoms. Next I fumbled with her blouse in the darkness, but eventually just ripped it open. Buttons popped all over the shack, as she stood silent, allowing me to strip her completely. Her bra was easier than most I had ever encountered, and soon she was naked. I forced her onto the filthy mattress, as I undid my own clothes. After I had removed my pants and underwear, I reached for her head. She instinctively opened her mouth, trying to find the head of my cock. Once she engulfed my cock, I finished stripping, and was ready to fuck. The cock she had been sucking was already hard. Roughly, I pushed her backwards, and mounted her on the mattress. "Oh, no. Please. I'm not protected. Please don't. My husband and I...." "Shhhhhh." I said touching her mouth again. She whimpered, and froze, as I guided my cock yo her hole. She was dry at first, but as my cock head split her lips apart, a flood of fluid gushed out. She was about to be fucked, and she automatically submitted to the ravishment. Finding her hole, I shoved, in short jerky motions. Within seconds, I was planted deep in her cuntal opening. Her sobs became louder, as I began to trust violently into her snatch. "Please .... Please pull out before you do it?" She begged quietly. "I don't want to get pregnant." The thought of breeding this religious bitch, had an effect on me. I strove to inseminate her, if it was the last thing I did. I would mate with her, and hopefully impregnate her. Wouldn't Joe be happy with a kid? Jan laid there and let me use her as a fuck doll. She offered no resistance, as I plowed her fertile fields. I soon felt her inner muscles tighten and relax, as her womanly desires overtook her. Her body was betraying her wishes, as she started to meet my thrusts. She bucked heartily against my loins, as she strived to impale herself on my hard cock. "Cum." I whispered into her ear. "Cum for me." Jan shook her head, but only halfheartedly, as her body reached its peak. "Unghhhhhh, yesssss, oh yesssss." She moaned. "I' going to cum. Do it. Do it hard. Give it to me." "You really want it?" I asked teasingly. "No... I mean yes. I don't care. Just do it and don't stop." She whimpered. "Gonna cum in you." I whispered again. "Yessss, oh yesss, make me take it. Force me to take it. I need it inside me. Do it NOWwwwww." She screamed as her orgasm took the lead, and left her mind behind. "Here it comes bitch. Take it up your fertile cunt." I said as I blasted five large spurts into her hot sucking hole. I soon collapsed on top of her, and then tried to regain my strength. She lay beneath me jerking her hips, in an attempt to draw out the remaining seed, from my softening cock. After ahwile, I stood and grabbed my clothing. I escaped without Jan knowing who I was, but only seconds before a train passed by, lighting up the shack. I quickly dressed, and ran up the tracks. On the way, I bumped into a wino, who was walking towards the shack. He fell down, but got up again, muttering something profane at me. I entered my house, and washed up. I wanted no evidence, if the police were called. I then went to my back porch, and waited. The clouds began to breakup as Jan walked weakly up the tracks. "Hey neighbor?" I said, catching her off guard. "What are you up to tonight?" "I ...I just needed some air." She said. "I'd be more careful if I were you. You never know what kind of people are walking the tracks this time of night." I said. "Oh but I do." She said in a lilty voice. "And I hope I meet more of them in the future." With that, she entered her house, and stayed there. 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