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The Grand Father's Tales: The Visit
by DickInTheAss (dickintheass@hotmail.com)
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An American visits his dead son's Indian wife which
turns into a love triangle between him and his
daughter-in-law, and his granddaughter. (MFf, ped, bi,
mast, oral, intr, inc, india)
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Author's Notes: 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.
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The Grand Father's Tales: Home For A Visit
At my age of 55, my only son died in a tragic car
crash, leaving behind a wife and a daughter. My
daughter-in-law is a Punjabi girl, whom my son married
while he was stationed in Punjab on duty in Indian
Army. I was generally out of the country on business
and I never met them prior to the death of my son. She
was 31 years old and my granddaughter was about twelve.
My wife died a long time back and I never remarried.
Receiving the news of my son's death, I rushed back to
India and met my daughter-in-law for the first time.
Her name is Puranjit. Being a Bengali, my son renamed
her Purna (meaning Complete) and my granddaughter was
called Kabita (meaning Poem). Both of them were fair
complexioned, tall and willowy. Purna has high breast
with an hourglass figure. It was a treat to look at her
dancing ass from the back. Kabita also was no slouch.
She could very well pass as a sixteen year old.
I organized all my affairs in such a way that I can
start working from my ancestral home at a suburban town
in West Bengal. We had lots of farming land and I had
lots of savings from my business venture. So finance
was no problem. Purna also agreed to this arrangement
and we got Kabita admitted into a school near to our
place of residence. It took more than three months to
make all this arrangement and we got settled at our
place.
I myself had a problem. Being so near to two sexy
females, I was always on a state of arousal. It was
becoming increasingly difficult for me to hide my
erection whenever I was near to any of the females of
my family. Being away from the family for so long, it
was also difficult for me to consider them as my
daughter and granddaughter but only as women. So I
resorted to masturbation either in the bathroom or in
the privacy of my bedroom.
And then, I got caught.
It was raining out side. We had an early dinner. Purna
and Kabita were at the kitchen clearing everything
away. I watched the boob tube for a time and then came
up to my room to sit in front of the computer. After
entering all the financial transactions of the day in
my financial management package, I cleared up my e-
mails going into the Internet. After, all the normal
work was complete; I opened the URL of Google.search
alt.sex.stories.moderated, which is my most favorite
site.
I am a sex-story fiend and have collected few hundred
stories from various sites. (Interested? Contact me and
I will supply you all I have at no cost. My
specialization is INCEST) Read a few of my choice
stories after downloading them. For all my trouble, I
only got hot and bothered. My dick was crying for a
cunt or a mouth and for an asshole.
It was always available when I was out of the country,
but, alas, now only the memories are there to throw up
my spunk; and two sexy babes to ignite those memories.
It was very frustrating to have and then not to have. I
was a drifting sailor-on-the-sea. "Water, water
everywhere; but not a drop to drink." - can very well
be modified to my situation. "Jism, Jism everywhere,
but not a drop on, where it c(o)unts."
My trusted hands, on which I have built my life, came
to my rescue. I forgot about my computer. Sat on the
chair facing the door in the middle of the room and
took out my ASSM-induced erect shaft and put my fist on
to it. Closed my eyes. The figure of my new found
daughter-in-law came up on the screen of my eyes.
For last few months this has become my everyday ritual.
But today there was another figure peeking out from the
back along with the young mother. I merrily went on
using my hand on my blood-gorged erect dong and was
fantasizing... I was lying on my side at the edge of
the bed. My daughter-in-law was sucking on my cock
sitting on the floor. Her face was flushed. She was
only in her undies. Her dark nipples were like a mouth
watering Cherry on her fair skin. She was sucking on
the glance.
I tried to push in the stem into her mouth. She
resisted. Kabita, my granddaughter was there too. Purna
was giving her a live demo of the practical side of the
human reproductive system, which she is presently
studying in her school. She was begging her mother to
release the flesh tube so that she also can have a go
at my goo. (This was the first time I had my
granddaughter in my fantasy, by the way. Previously for
last few months it was only her mother who was the
queen of my dream... err... my wet dream) I got
inspired and asked both of them to come over the bed to
start a garland (a daisy chain).
Kabita and her mother both came up and we created a
love triangle on the bed. The bed was a huge one and
can easily accommodate another trio of lovers side by
side. Though Kabita protested profusely, Purna didn't
relinquish her mouth-hold on my prick. I took my grand
daughter down on my face bottom down and started
sucking her sparsely downed cunt after widening her
thighs.
Purna took over my cock and I advised Kabita to emulate
my actions on her mother's clean-shaven quim. Only the
sounds of groans were punctuating the splatter of the
raindrops outside. I opened up the pink cunt-petals of
my granddaughter with my fingers and edged her wet
interior with the tip of my tongue. She groaned and
Purna sighed and increased the pressure of her lops on
my dick. Kabita was imitating me to a tee as advised.
Purna is a very vocal player and a sweet vocalist too.
She started talking with her mouth full. "Suck me, suck
me, you mother-lapper. Take my clit in your mouth you
randy girl. Yes... yes... ohhh... ahh... yes, that's
it, you cunt... ahhhhhh..."
I did what my dil (daughter-in-law, but means Heart in
our language) instructed her daughter on Kabita's rosy
cunt. As hoped, she also did the same to my dil. Purna
gasped and came.
What a cum!! She shuddered and shook. Clamped her lips
over my prick as never before and then her mouth
slacked. In the mean time I was tuning my
granddaughter's organ. I was always a great organist,
either with my hand, mouth or my flesh-flute. This time
also the invaded organ reached its climax. Kabita came
in waves and I was almost drowned in the salty water of
her Cuntlantic Ocean. This was a momentous event of my
life, my granddaughter coming over my tongue while she
drinks her mother's effusions.
I also was on the verge of spewing. But somehow
controlled my volcanic eruption. It was further aided
by my dil, who in her cumming delight grazed her teeth
over my highly sensitized flesh-flute.
After some much-needed rest the garland was re-arranged
and it was Kabita who came up to inspect to complete
her knowledge of dickology and taste my man-meat. I was
presented with the heavenly cum-drenched clam of Purna,
while she took possession of her daughter's splayed
salt-sprayer. The triad went on as before. Though tired
I didn't stop the trial.
Both the girls had their test of heaven a little while
back. So they merrily went on their way of sucking and
lapping. But it was a touch and go for me. I almost
came when Kabita just blew over my glance prior to
taking the head into her mouth. I wanted to come inside
a cunt and not a mouth, however sweet it may be. After
a few minutes of minute tongue inspection of my sperm-
spear, I asked Kabita to release her hold on my
instrument. So that, I can show the actual reproductive
technology of the reproduction system of the naked apes
to her.
She was eager and put forward her beaver for the
demonstration. But it was ignored both by her mother
and I. It was a demonstration for her knowledge. She is
the onlooker not the technician. She was reluctant, but
when her mother promised that on the next practical
session she would be allowed to be the participant, she
agreed. Purna laid over the edge of the bed. I stood
between her thighs and put her slim calves over my
shoulder.
Kabita sat upon her mother's upturned face placing her
southern lips over her mother's northern one. This was
to felicitate her to observe the process from a close
range. I slowly entered the tight cavern of my dil's
sweet nether lips. It was like putting your frozen
finger in a warm wooly glove in a wintry rainy day. The
warmth spread to my entire body. I started the rhythmic
motion of fucking. A few minutes later Purna clamped
down on my dick with her cuntinner muscles and I was
lost. Once, twice, thrice.
I could manage only three deeper, cervix-grazing
thrusts and... I shouted my joy for the entire universe
to listen and came inside her clamping clam. Before it
claimed whatever I had to give, I took out the
sprouting stem from her hungry clutch and sprayed
Kabita's face with my love bullets. The ferocity of my
cumming left her jaws hanging open (Or was it her
mother's tongue-lash, which left her open mouthed? I
don't know.) The bullets hit the gullet.
She swallowed and lowered her face in reverence to this
moment of joy. Her cheek glanced my glance and then she
took the spewing top inside her mouth. ' Completely
drained, I slowly opened my eyes and looked down at my
hand, cum slowly dripping down the fingers. The gobs of
the goo have left a trail. I followed their path and
looked up... there stood my dil on my open doorway,
Kabita peeking from behind.
Part II
Purna stood transfixed on the door. It was beyond her
wildest dreams to be in such a position. She was
enjoying the talented tonguing of Kabita on the dining
table, after her father-in-law went up to his room,
when she heard the fierce groaning sound coming out of
her father-in-law's room. She came up running fearing
the worst. May be the gentle soul was having a heart
attack.
Kabita was on her heels. A-and then to find the bugger
handling-a-gigantic-spurting-dick-with-an-idiotic-
smile-on-his-face, was too much for her to handle. The
nerve of the man. She had such a lovable fuck-tool
within her reach and then went un-fucked for such a
long time. It was a criminal waste of precious cream.
Why, the man was sporting a longer and thicker tool
than his son. And her husband was no midget in that
department. She started boiling all over. The bustard
should be put into a dungeon just for his idiocy.
When willing cunts were available all the while, to let
loose that spunk-cannon for vacuum cleaning should be
outlawed by statute. At least there was one willing and
boiling cunt, if not two, so to say. It was
questionable by the shear size of the dong whether the
other cunt will have the required space to accommodate
that king-dong. No... the Kong dong, the Dong of the
Kong. She was a very hot-blooded woman.
After her marriage it was at least three-jabs-a-day
ritual for them for the last thirteen years. Her motto
was `Pricked thrice a day, make all the worries go
away.' Her husband, the son of this fucking masturbator
never failed to deliver, ever. It was a Samsonite
performance for her delilaite. It is unthinkable how a
marvelous fucker like her departed husband (Pray, God
rest his soul) can be spawned by this... this
masturbating wastrel of luscious sperms.
Even on the days of her monthly-misery it was her
asshole, which took over the jabbing duty on behalf of
its northern neighbor. And her husband did what she
liked best, reamed her asshole and then buggered her.
Their relationship was not a closed door one. It was
No-doors-barred, on-the-floor, over-the-roof, under-
the-table, up-on-the-tree, down-the-kitchen-sink
fucking relationship. Purna's fury boiled over and she
marched over to the rogue looking drained and drawn,
sitting on the chair. She caught the glistening glance
and tugged. It slipped. Undaunted she reached lower and
got hold of the shrinking balls. If you cannot do
anything with the bat opt for the balls. That's what is
called all-round performance.
"W-what do you think you are doing Papa? Don't have any
shame?"
"Uh... I... I am sorr-"
"You are sorry? You have not yet started to become
sorry you rogue. You will be sorry after I take you to
task you sperm-waster. How dare you masturbate when
there are two willing cunts going sperm-less for such a
long time? Don't you have any sympathy for these
cuties? Starving? Weeping for a manly dose of cunt
warming jism, you cunt-hater?"
"Um Beti - (meaning Daughter)"
"Don't call me your Beti, you prick sucker. Don't call
me Beti anymore. If I would have been your Beti, you
should have come to me and cum in me. Should have
offered your dick for my cunt. Did you do that? Did
you? No. Nooooo. Do you know how it is to sustain on
two fingers, that too of a skinny little twelve years
old. Do You?"
"Mum? Two fingers? It was my fist when I last saw. Up
to my wrist and in your asshole too."
"Shut up Kabita. I am talking to your Grandfather, not
with you. Speak when you are spoken to. Have some
manners."
"And you, don't try to squirm away. I will break you
family jewels, you sperm-waster. Your son... my
precious husband... (Sob). Do you know how many
times... (sob) he... he... used to... to... fuck me
(Sob)? Do you?"
Purna was holding my balls so tight that it was a
little painful to me. I took this opportunity to pry
her hand away from my balls and shifted it to my on-
the-process-of-erecting-again cock.
I took her down on my lap and she put her face on my
chest sobbing. I tried to sooth her but to no avail.
Kabita came up to my back and wrapped her dainty hands
around both of us. "Why don't you get her straddle you?
Then put your dong up her cunt, She is hysterical." She
whispered.
Kabita went down on her knees on the floor, took my
half-erect dong, as she called it, in her small and
dainty hands. She took the tip of the tippler with the
entire dribbling tipple in her mouth and gave a
thorough cleaning job. She is a great cleaning girl. In
the meantime I got Purna straddle me facing away, still
sobbing her hearts out. I held her up by her firm and
high boobs with both my hands. Kabita the able fast-
aider took the tip out of her lips and inserted them in
her mother's cunt-hole.
Both Mother & daughter sighed. Kabita, with
satisfaction for the job well done and applied her
mouth at the place of holy (?) union. Purna sat down
hard and took me whole in her hole. I groaned and was
lost against the double entendre.
"Don't think you will not have to do any penance just
because you have fucked me silly. Papa." Purna's voice
entered my buzzing ears. It was a duel of the masters,
a tryst of the titans. The cunt-muscles of this girl is
unbelievable. She would be able to squeeze juice out of
dry dates with her prick-juicer, let alone any man-
meat. I should get rid of the grinder from the kitchen.
At least it will save some money on electricity. And
her butt-cracker, it is indescribable.
She drained me twice in full and at my age it was a
miracle how I was even able to keep it up for that
long. Unloading twice in half-an-hour at my age should
at least get me a `Pull-it-Zaar' if not the title of
"Dick of the Quim-corn". The first was gift of Kabita's
gab. Unloaded half inside Purna's hold and the balance
to Kabita for a facial of her becumming face. But the
second? Actually the third, counting my own hand-jab.
How that came to be? It was a mother-daughter duet.
Purna mouthed my organ for a solo recital.
But Kabita, the sweet but devious granddaughter of
mine, went by the backdoor. Her talented tongue did a
marvelous fiddling with my bunghole. In no time flat my
banger did an inverted bungee jumping in her mother's
mouth. And Purna lost no time to press back the
advantage thus gained and put the whole stick for a
roasting in her back door kitchen. "Mama? Why don't you
let him put it up my..."
"No honey, not now. He is so bamboozled his bamboo has
got boozed. He does not have a full bag to brag about.
Like a dead horse you should never beat a spent cock.
You will have him up yours baby, just be patient now."
"Aww Mum! Then what you are going to do about his
penance now?"
Penance? What Penance? Who the hell can talk about a
penance after that penis-dance? I wanted to shot up and
show them that I am the Man of the Family. But like my
drooping manhood I could only un-hood my eyes. There
was a pair of quim crowning two pairs of marvelously
formed thighs. One creamed another plain.
My brain, seeing the dripping cum, sent an urgent order
to battle-scarred soldier to stand at attention. The
bugger refused and a streak of pain rushed up to the
tip of my sperm-tippler.
I groaned, closed my eyes and bowed my head down once
again at the feet of my two women.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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