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Baby Quintosaur Duck
by Slim T. None (slimtnone@yahoo.com)

***

Bilka is dreaming that he is talking to his dead 
grandfather, who gives him a hint. (Fm, ped, inc)

***

Bilka knew he was dreaming when he saw a baby qintosaur 
duck under a flat piece of wood at the woodpile. Baby 
quintosaurs didn't really exist, nor did grown-up ones 
for that matter. For completeness sake he took the 
armload of wood into the cabin and dumped it in the box 
behind the heater. 

Grandpa Chester grinned at him from the big chair in 
the living room. This was another sure sign that he was 
dreaming because Grandpa had been dead three years. 
"G'morning, Grandpa. Fetched you an armload of wood 
while I was out."

"Good boy, Bilka. I ain't going outside till the snow 
melts. Stir up the fire a might. It's a bit nippy in 
here."

Bilka picked up the poker and opened the lid to the 
heater, stirred the ashes and dropped in three pieces 
of wood. He started to say that there was no snow 
outside, but when he looked up he noticed through the 
window that there was snow outside after all. He smiled 
and said, "It'll melt someday, Grandpa. This sure is a 
funny dream."

"Are you dreaming?"

"Sure am. I saw a baby quintosaur at the woodpile."

"Quintosaurs aren't babies in winter."

"It wasn't winter when I saw it. At least there wasn't 
any snow."

Grandpa scratched the stubble on his chin. "I like to 
know when I'm dreaming. Sometimes you can do things."

"Don't tell me to fly, cause when I fly I always wake 
up. I think I'll get off first."

"What do you mean?"

"Sorry Grandpa. I was talking dirty. Didn't mean no 
disrespect!"

"None taken. But how you going to get off? Everybody's 
gone but me. Out hunting a Christmas tree."

Bilka put the poker back on the nail behind the stove. 
"I suppose they took the mare."

"Hee, hee." Boy you better quit snitching pussy from 
that mare. It'll make your dick too big."

"Grandpa, you're talking dirty now." He wondered if it 
would really work. "Can you really fuck a mare?"

"Sure. And I'll tell you a little secret. That big old 
pussy feels just as good as a woman's."

"Did you get used to do them?"

"Oh, I've fucked about everything fuckable."

"What did you like the best?"

"Why! Your grandmother, of course."

"Yea, I guess so." Bilka tried to imagine what his 
grandmother looked like undressed, but couldn't. "What 
was second?"

"Who! Second, you mean who. Your sister Rose."

"You didn't fuck Rose."

"Sure did. It was when she was fifteen. She was so hot 
she could have set fire to the place if your mother had 
let her. It was up to me to calm her down. I 
volunteered."

Bilka sat down across the table and studied his 
grandpa. The old man licked his lips and grinned. "I 
wasn't supposed to fuck her, and didn't that first 
night. But I agreed to lick her butt for her. Took me 
all night but I got her off. She was good for a 
fortnight before her mama told me to go at her again. 
She told me at supper, "Got to give Rose another 
licken, Grandpa."

And Rosie said, "I want a real dick. I ain't on my 
time."

And I asked, "Grandma, what do you think? Can I have a 
little of Rosie?"

"If Martha says it's alright, I guess it's alright with 
me." And I fucked her for a good week, till her time 
came around.

"This is sure some dream." Bilka was rubbing the bulge 
in his pants.

"Tell you what, son. I'll give you a little something 
to tell your grandma that will get her hot."

"Grandma! Hot!"

"Ready to fuck. And if you are good, she'll take care 
of you and help you wet your dick in the mare. It'll 
make your dick big." He licked his lips and smiled. 
"What do you say? Want to know what to tell her?"

"Ok. But I won't use it if it's dirty."

"Alright. Wait till you're alone with her and have time 
to fuck a while, and tell her that you saw a bee 
buzzing in the flower. Say, "It looked like it was 
really enjoying it."

"What about the mare? Tell me about fucking the horse."

"Well, alright. If you want a big dick. Go out when the 
moon is full and go to her stall. Take her to the old 
part of the barn made of logs and take the plank lying 
under the feed sack and put it between the logs up high 
enough to stand on. She'll have her tail up by then, 
but you better give her some feed. Touch her ass to let 
her know what you want and play around with her pussy 
with your fingers. Spit on your fingers if she is dry. 
Then step up on the plank and put your dick in her 
pussy. It'll be a bit big at first but if you work at 
it long enough you'll get the hang of it, and your dick 
will get bigger the more you fuck."

Bilka herd a noise and looked around. Grandma was 
coming in the door with an armload of wood. "Help me 
dump this wood in the box, without making a lot of 
noise. Your sister Rose is still in the bed asleep. 
They were at the singing late last night and she needs 
her sleep."

"Where is everybody else?"

"After breakfast they went to take the apples to the 
cider mill. They'll be gone the rest of the day. Don't 
you remember? You're supposed to help me fix supper."

"Yea. Grandma, I just had the strangest dream. I saw a 
baby quintosaur."

"Really! That was a magical dream."

"I saw Grandpa. He said to tell you that I saw a bee 
buzzing in a flower."

"Really, what do you suppose he meant by that?"

"I don't know, but he said it looked like it was having 
a lot of fun."

"I'll bet it was." Bilka watched to see if it affected 
her at all, and was disappointed that she didn't seem 
affected at all. She continued, "What else did he tell 
you?"

"He said to take the board the feed sack sets on and 
put it in the horse stall in the old part of the barn 
in the corner away from the feed trough."

"Don't talk dirty to me, young man."

"I didn't say anything dirty. I told him I wouldn't."

"Well, don't." She poured two cups of coffee and sat a 
plate of fried apple pies out on the table. "Let's eat 
a bite."

Bilka took a sip of his coffee, and made a face. "If 
you're going to be fucking the mare you are big enough 
to drink your coffee black."

"What!"

"Eat a bite of pie, and then try the coffee. It will be 
better that way."

Bilka took a bite of pie and then tried the coffee. It 
was better, not bitter at all. Grandma took a bite of 
her pie and a swallow of coffee. She smiled, "The bee 
in the flower is the way I described his pecker going 
off when we were kids. It sort of buzzed."

"Grandma, are you talking dirty?"

"Not at all. It was sweet, and as innocent as a bee in 
a flower." She took another bite of pie. "Have you ever 
played with yourself?"

"What?"

"Your peeder."

"Oh. You're still talking dirty."

"Your peeder isn't dirty. Is it?"

"No."

"Well have you?"

"Some."

"Then come over here and play around with me a minute." 
She sat on the tall stool and pulled her apron up. 
Bilka walked around the table wondering if he was still 
dreaming. It seemed real. Though, what he saw under her 
apron and skirt looked real. Soft blond hair surrounded 
a pussy that looked like a cross between a dog and a 
horse. A little 'peeder' pushed out near the top. 
"Grandma, it looks like one of those flowers that grow 
down by the lake!"

"Drop your pants, and let's see what you have." She 
waited until the pants were on the floor and pulled him 
to her. "That's nice. I like it. Come here and yes. Oh! 
Wipe that on me before it drips off. That's slick 
stuff, isn't it? Like this, up and down on each side." 
Her warm fingers moved his penis up and down, and then 
left it at the entrance. "Now push it in. There you go. 
That's a little man. In and out. That's right, baby 
dumpling."

She was kissing him on the ear, but he didn't mind. He 
felt the buzzing she and Grandpa talked about and 
suddenly he had to pee. "I got to pee, Grandma."

"That's where you're supposed to pee, baby. Ring in 
there. Push in as hard as you can a few times and 
you'll pump it all out. That's right. I feel the 
buzzing now. Wait there till it eases. 
Hump every once in a while, as you need to." She hugged 
him and kissed his ear as he humped and held tight. He 
smelled her and wiggled his nose between her breasts. 

"Are you getting big again?" It was all he could do to 
wiggle his head. He moved his hand up to the breast and 
felt it. "Oh. You like my teats, do you? You can get 
them out. Undo those buttons at the top, and push the 
blouse aside. There it is. Suck on it. That's right. 
That's my little lover." Her hands pulled his bottom 
closer. "Oh, boy. That feels good. Hump some more, if 
you can. That's right, slow and easy. Eeiiieee! You're 
buzzing again and I am, too."

He awoke to the sound of pots and pan's rattling. 
Grandma was at the stove cooking. He felt goo in his 
trousers. He rubbed his eyes. He was about to ask 
Grandma about the bee when the door opened and Rose 
came in with a basket of eggs. Grandma looked around at 
him and said, "Are you all right?"

"I must have been dreaming."

"Dreams are good for the soul. From the looks of your 
pants you must have had a good dream. You run down to 
the creek and wash and take a jar of soap with you. And 
rinse out those pants while you're at it."

He picked up a jar half full of soap and went outside. 
There he looked down at his pants to see if it was 
really noticeable. It was. As he went by the barn he 
ducked in and looked. There was a board under the feed 
barrel. He went back to the mare's stall and checked. 
The third log up was worn on top on both sides. That's 
where the board would fit. He touched the mare on the 
butt and her tail went up. Grandpa was right. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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