91 comments/ 177845 views/ 67 favorites My Vietnamese Granddaughter By: scouries My father and his brother both served in Vietnam. Uncle Jim has a scar from a bullet wound he loves showing off after he's had a couple of beers. One of Mom's cousins died over there. A lot of Americans for a lot of years didn't give much respect to the boys who'd gone over to fight in our name. But in our family men weren't ashamed to talk about their experiences in Vietnam. I grew up hearing about Saigon and ....Danang...Hue...Tet...Asian pussy The hero of this story went to Vietnam to serve his country. He left some DNA there. While the following is a complete story unto itself, for those readers who hate the idea of a multi chaptered story - be warned – there is a possibility of a sequel coming out in the future. Please note:All characters in this story who engage in sexual relationships are over 18 years old. "Hey you," I heard yelled peremptorily at my back as I knelt by the flower bed under the picture window, weeding and clearing out the dead shoots. "YOU!" shouted louder and from a closer distance this time. I turned slowly to face the offending noise, and was blinded for a second by the sun shining over her shoulder, but then simply panicked when I recognized the silhouette. 'VIET CONG' screamed silently and irrationally through my brain as I threw myself flat on the ground and rolled away from the expected bullet. I reached desperately for a non existent rifle even as sanity slowly returned. It's fucking Boston, not Danang I screamed to myself as I lay staring up at a teenage Asian. She's probably just a student I tried to convince my whirling mind. "Are you okay?" the long haired Asian asked as she stood looming over me. "What do you want...What are you doing here," I stammered as I felt the sweat drip from my brow. "Are you the janitor for this building?" "What?" "The janitor, the caretaker...I'm looking for somebody to give me a key.... Are you drunk?" she then asked after pausing to run her eyes over me, my stubble, my dirty shirt, a teenager's scorn in her question. For seconds I pondered whether I should just kill her or whether I should rape her first. "Well?" "I'm looking after the building," I finally admitted as still trembling, I slowly moved to get up on my feet. It had been years since it had struck me so hard. "I'm moving into Apartment One today...I need a key." "No Asians allowed here," I said gruffly and turned to go. "WHAT! What did you say?" "No chinks, slants...it's the bosses rules, blonds only," I spat out. I'd fucked a hundred girls that looked like her in my time in Nam, would have known she was Vietnamese from a hundred yards away. I suddenly had a raging hard-on. She was beautiful. "This is America...I'm American," the stunned girl answered as she backed away another couple of feet from me. "Yeah, by way of Ho Chi fuckin Minh city." "I was born in California. My friends and I have rented this apartment," she said pointing to my building, but with a look in her eyes that wavered between fear and anger. "What's your name?" I demanded as I pulled a crumpled sheet of paper from my back pocket. "Samantha Woo." "That's a good one," I laughed as I pretended to inspect the paper. "You're not on the list," I said, shaking my head. "Do you have Amy Grant, or a Cathy Cooper on it?" she asked desperately, trying to decipher the list in my hand while reading upside down. "Three blonds in apartment one...I met them all...no dark haired Vietnamese," I said with a finality that should have brooked no further dissent. "I'm replacing Gretchen...Gretchen Smith," the young girl yelled at my retreating back. "She got sick...she's taking the semester off... my accommodation fell through...I'm a friend of Amy's," the now near panicking girl tried to explain. "Good try Miss, but we do have our rules." "Can't I just wait inside...Amy's supposed to be here any minute now. I'm a Harvard student." "Yellow bitches trying to take over our universities now," I growled, them mumbled, "Suicide bombers...probably a commie terrorist. Get off the property or I'll call the police," I warned. "You're crazy...you're fucking nuts," I heard repeated as I walked next door to my apartment and then disappeared from her view. I owned the two buildings, old attached houses that dated from the thirties. The one I lived in, number 54 Market Street, had, under my own spacious quarters which spread over three floors, a basement apartment which I'd rented to two coeds. Next door, number 56, had three apartments, large ones on the first and second floors, and another smaller one in the basement. I stood in the picture window of my living room and watched as the Vietnamese paced back and forth on the sidewalk, was sorely tempted to go up to the attic and get the rifle that had already dispatched more than fifty of her brethren in the jungles of Vietnam. I'd kept it oiled and in firing shape for nearly forty years. I just knew she was going to be trouble. She's tall for an Asian I couldn't help but notice as I watched her walk. Had to be five eight, five nine. Big tits too, at least for one of her people, I thought. Long, black hair right down to her fucking tight, round ass. I stroked my hardness through my shorts as I imagined her pink insides tightening around my fat cock. Then, lost in the past, I remembered my first piece of ass as I unzipped my pants and released my throbbing hard-on, remembered that little dirty room over the bar in Saigon, was remembering how my first cunt had felt when I suddenly started to spurt cum upward in an arc that only stopped when it splattered my front window. Jesus, I muttered to myself as I looked out the window. She had stopped pacing in front of the window, instead now stood standstill, a look of horror on her face as she realized what I'd just done. My still hard cock was dripping sperm. Quickly she turned and rushed thirty yards down the pavement. ~~~~~~~~ An hour later I saw a car pull up and Amy and Cathy, two of the girls I'd agreed to rent the apartment to last spring, hopped out and were immediately met by an irate Miss Woo who talked at them non stop for five minutes. "Oh Mr. Coursey, I think there's been a misunderstanding," the smiling blond said as soon as I opened the door to her knock. Over her shoulder I could see the sexy, yellow bitch hovering nervously on the sidewalk. "Miss Grant, Amy, great to see you," I said with a broad welcoming smile. I'd showered and shaved since my meeting with Miss Woo and looked quite presentable in a pair of sharply creased black slacks and an off-white, silk Tommy Bahamas shirt. Miss Grant was so cute and sweet a man just automatically wanted to take her in his arms and eat her up. "You too sir." I could see her hesitation, saw her try to peer over my shoulder before she went on, "Was somebody else here before sir? Uh...Sammy," she stammered as she pointed back to her friend, "Sammy said some crazy homeless guy almost attacked her...said some weird things...I mean..." "The Vietnamese girl?" I asked gruffly. "Yes." "She started ordering me about. Called me a janitor...a bum, asked if I was a drunk," I said angrily. "Demanded I let her in your apartment." "It's my fault sir. I tried to call you last week...to let you know...but I couldn't ever get an answer." "I was away. But I didn't agree to her...she can't stay. She's rude...a foreigner." "But Mr. Coursey. She has no place to stay. I promised. Her parents live next door to us in Los Angeles," she begged, her beautiful blue eyes beseeching me silently. "She said I was crazy...that I was a bastard," I complained even though I had already decided to let the little commie slut stay. I'd make her pay. "I spent five years over there, fighting for Uncle Sam, saw my friends killed...shit, I was wounded...and now forty years later this little bitch comes to my house and swears at me." "There must have been a misunderstanding," Amy protested, "She's usually a nice girl." "I fought for my country," I almost yelled, "and this...this bloody commie is going to" "My daddy fought there too sir," Amy said softly. "I know honey, it was one of the main reasons I rented to you girls." "Can't she just stay for a while...until we get this sorted out. Please sir?" she begged. "We should never have let her kind in...She'll have to fill in an application...you and Cathy will be responsible for her...I'll throw you all out if there's any trouble," I warned. "I don't want any whores living in my house." "Oh thank you sir...you'll see...we'll be your favorite tenants," she said as she gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. "I'll get Samantha to fill in the application and bring it right over." "You bring it over," I ordered, "that girl accused me of terrible things...she's nuts." "She did say something strange. You didn't...no of course you didn't. I promise I'll bring it back myself." "If any of you are using drugs," I started. "God, never sir...we're good girls," she promised. "All of them are in the drug trade...Drug gangs, Tongs...I want to see her passport...I'm going to check it with Homeland Security," I promised as she turned to go. "But sir." ~~~~~~~~ Of course I had all of my apartments wired for both picture and sound. At my age why rent apartments to pretty coeds if you couldn't have a little fun. Watch them naked. Screwing. Sucking Harvard dick. Like I said, there were three apartments in Amy's building and a semi basement one under me. So every year I'd have eleven or twelve coeds to spy on. Good looking ones, I always made sure of that. Sexy blonds! It was an easy job to wire them; the Company had trained me well. I got the equipment wholesale from an old CIA friend and partner who'd branched out into private security. I made sure every couple of months to send him a copy of some of my more interesting tapes. Tit for tat so to speak. "He did, I'm telling you," I heard and saw as I watched the three girls standing and talking in their new living room ten minutes later. "He said Asians weren't allowed...that it was the bosses orders...I didn't know the asshole was the owner. He was unshaven and dressed like a bum." "Maybe it was somebody else," cute little Cathy Cooper answered, Miss 'pert tit coed' personified. I'd loved the way they'd jiggled under her sweater when she and Amy had come looking for an apartment last spring. "It was the same guy Amy was talking to. He's a pervert," Samantha Woo insisted. "He served in Vietnam," Amy said. "Maybe he was having a flashback or something...stress syndrome. He's always been a gentleman with Cathy and I." "He pulled out his thing and masturbated. Right in the window. It was disgusting." I could see neither of the other girls quite believed this last story...interpreting the glances between Amy and Cathy I think they were both wondering if they'd made a mistake with their new roommate. Nice Mr. Coursey masturbating in public? "Well, lets just all try to get along. I know you're going to love it here Sammy. Wait til we go out clubbing tonight," Amy enthused; she was one of those people who see the good side of everything and everyone. "But," the still dubious teen protested. "This is the best apartment within a mile of campus. Look at the rooms. They're huge." "It is nice," Samantha conceded, "but I don't know." "Give him another chance, he's nice," Cathy advised. Suddenly smiling resignedly, Miss Woo announced to her new roommates, "Oh all right, I'll try it. But you two shoulda seen the pervert's dong, it's huge. Gigantic! He sprayed the window with his cum." "It is?" the other two shrieked. "How big?" Amy then asked. "Like this," she said as she mimicked a male masturbating with two hands. "He's an old man, you're dreaming," Amy giggled. "Beeeeeeeg," the now laughing Samantha added. "You slut," Cathy laughed. "How many have you seen to compare with anyway?" Amy demanded. "Not that many," young Samantha conceded with a grin. As they laughed and talked I was soon forgotten as the three reverted to young happy coeds looking forward to the year ahead. I realized that now so was I. Knew that it was their apartment that would hold most of my attention over the next eight months. I hadn't slept with a slant in over thirty years. As I watched Miss Samantha Woo I knew I would soon. I was crazy hard. Masturbated again later as I watched Miss Woo unpack her underwear. Frilly laces and silks. Thongs and briefs. Boy shorts. In every color of the rainbow. ~~~~~~~ I was fifty-eight that fall, a six foot two, hundred and ninety-five pound man who still resembled the wiry seventeen year old who'd enlisted in the Army using false ID before I'd even finished high school. Oh yeah, some gray hair and lines on my forehead. And ten pounds of extra weight. Some scars, both the ones that showed and those that don't. But still fit. Still had a stiff cock that ached for cunt. Even in spite of the three marriages that had gone sour. All three to big titted blonds! I went to Nam in 1966 a week after my eighteenth birthday. A virgin! That lasted all of two days. A giggling little girl, less than five foot tall, led a gangling, nervous kid up the rickety back stairs of the bar and pulled me into a dim room hardly big enough to hold the small bed that stood waiting. Dirty sheets. The girl coulda been anywhere from eighteen to thirty-six. I didn't have a clue. Christ, did that soon change. And it was in that dirty, smelly room that for the first time I felt a woman's lips on my cock. Stood trembling as the kneeling, dark haired Asian moved her moist, warm tongue over my sex. Groaned in ecstasy as she somehow gobbled me down. Then spurted a load of cum that had been waiting for just this to happen all my life. She'd been surprised at how fast I'd come, but happy to have earned her five bucks so easily. But another thirty bought her for the night. My first cunt. I came once, twice, again, a fourth time, a fifth before I finally stumbled out sated at four in the morning. Best money I'd ever spent. And then once started I couldn't get enough. And the little whores couldn't get enough of the Pennsylvania country boy with the big dick who would throw down his money and fuck three or four of them each night. I was in heaven. Young Joe Cock-her the boys in the unit used to call me... ...And then we went into the fuckin jungle. Got eaten up by leeches and insects whose names we never learned. Got shot at. Killed gooks. Lost friends we'd just made. Thought nothing of raping any peasant woman who crossed our trail. Every slant was 'Charlie', every woman a whore. You don't worry too much about long term consequences if you don't think you're going to last the month. We were scared shitless. But also arrogant and cocky teens, mainly hard country boys who'd been told in our training to shoot first, ask questions later. Told by fancy talking instructors that the only good slant was a dead one. Or a raped one. Didn't really matter. The rich boys stayed home. They went to college and protested, like our last President. Oxford instead of Saigon for Billy boy. Or got medical deferments. Or got daddy to hide us in some Guard Air unit like Georgie. They weren't eating bullets. We were. So maybe we ended up doing some things we shouldn't have. A lot of us didn't make it home. I somehow made it through a first tour. The brass liked me. I could shoot, taught on my gramps knee from the time I was three, and I could survive in the jungle. Surprisingly I had a good ear for foreign languages. Intelligence induced me to stay on. So I re-upped when they offered me a spot with Intel. Wet work. Went back even a better killer in early 1969. It was all I knew or wanted. Hunt slants and fuck. Beat working the rocky soil of daddy's farm. Then, in late 1969 I fell in love. With two sisters! Teenage gooks with the goddam prettiest faces, the firmest little bodies, the tightest, juiciest cunts. It was just a big fucking mistake. I'd been in the field for a month. Part of an elite unit of eight, snipers and deep penetration agents operating out of a base near the Cambodian border. Sniping. Spying. Working with the Montagnards. They'd spot for us; feed us info as we slipped back and forth over the border. It was just a small village, maybe one hundred people, up in the hills, about twenty klicks from our base. I hadn't even known it was there when I stumbled upon it after finishing a mission across the border. I knew though it had to be Charlie's village...would of...probably shoulda just marked it...let the air boys blow it to smithereens. Agent Orange the bastards! But I saw them as I moved the scope over the village from my hiding place. What the fuck were they doing there, I thought, as my cock hardened in my pants. Young stuff. Teens. Dressed in long soft, form fitting Chinese dresses. Beauties. Prettiest things I'd seen in months. Huh, what were rich city girls doing in Charlie's peasant village? So I decided to stay and find out. It was soon clear they lived with the village chief, his daughters I thought at first, and only later learned they were his big city brother's daughters, sent from the dangers of Saigon to the countryside for protection. They belonged to one of those old rich Vietnamese families that played both sides of the fence, one brother (the girl's father, simply known as 'Big Truong') and other assorted family members in Saigon working for the regime and their American backers while another brother (the village chief) and others helped Uncle Ho. Not much different than rich people anywhere I guess. Protecting their asses no matter what way the war turned out even while enriching themselves on the American taxpayer's largesse. The two girls, Kim the eldest at nineteen, and Han, a year younger, had been up in the hills for three years, treated liked princesses by the villagers who depended on the Truong family for their livelihood. It took me three days of watching before I finally caught them alone, found the two bathing in thin, cotton shifts in a jungle pond a half mile below the village on a steamy afternoon. Camouflaged I was able to approach within feet of where they had left the rest of clothes, then watched for minutes as they splashed joyfully in the water. They got to within ten feet of me, dripping water, their light, wet shifts doing nothing to conceal their bodies, before the one I later learned was Kim shrieked in surprise. The two didn't run, just stood motionless, mouths ajar, as my eyes roved over them. Their dark areolas, a good three quarter of an inch in diameter, only highlighted the nipples that stretched the light material outward. Their sex, hidden behind dark triangles, drew my eyes downward as my penis jerked upward in my pants. "You're an American," Han, the younger, finally gasped in accented English, her surprise obvious. "What are you doing here?" Kim asked, "this is ...." "Viet Cong territory," I hissed, finishing her thought. There was a complete lack of modesty on their parts as they stood looking down at me. "Yes," Kim answered almost saucily, a spoiled, rich girl's confidence in every word, in every movement. I dwarfed them when I stood, my six foot two height a good foot above either of the curious girls. My blond hair, exposed when I pulled off my helmet, immediately grabbed their attention. "He's like a god," Han whispered to her sister in Vietnamese, oblivious to the fact I spoke or understood their native tongue. Giggling her sister answered, "He's so big...do you think he's big down there?" "He's so white...an ugly monster. Do you think he's dangerous? That he might try something? Look at him. He's looking at our bodies, our breasts. We should dress," she said as she moved toward the pile of clothes. My Vietnamese Granddaughter "Look! His cocks hard," Kim answered. "No, don't stare you fool." "It's huge," little Han said, unable to tear her eyes from the bulge below my waist. "He has enough for both of us," she added, trying to stifle her giggle with her hand which fluttered in front of her mouth. "Why are you here anyway?" Kim finally demanded imperiously in English. "I've been sent by the President to find the two beautiful virgins who've been causing so much unrest in the north," I answered in Vietnamese. "You speak Vietnamese?" Han asked as a blush spread across her face. "You should have told us. You're very rude," Kim chastised, also blushing. "Hah, I'm rude! Here I thought you were ladies, but I find you're just crude peasant girls, talking about a mans private parts in public. No education or refinement at all. The two of you should be spanked and sent home." "Crude!" Kim sputtered. "We went to a French lycee in the capital. You Americans are the boors." "Run along home girls," I said, shooing them off as if they were twelve year olds and not alluring women. "Why should we?" Han asked belligerently. "Because I, Joseph Coursey, here in your country to help you poor Vietnamese move into the twentieth century, would like to have a swim without being bothered by two young children." "Children!" Han almost yelled as I started to unbutton my shirt. "We've had an advanced civilization here for a thousand years you...you country bumpkin," Kim protested as I let my shirt slip from my shoulders and moved my fingers to my belt. "What are you doing?" "Going for a swim. Is that okay with you my little peasant princess?" I asked as I let my pants slip down my thighs. "This is our pool. My families. Truong family land. Not just anyone can swim here, you're trespassing," she protested as I pulled my green tank top over my head. "Go on, shoo," I ordered as I hooked my thumbs into my shorts. "No," Kim answered but then watched stunned as I pushed my shorts down and exposed my fully engorged penis. "That's disgusting," she muttered as I turned away from her and started to walk toward the pool. "We could shoot you," she yelled at my retreating back, "with your own rifle." Knee deep in the warm water I turned and said, "Or you two could come swimming with me." "Maybe I will," she answered, and then after a moment's hesitation, pulled her thin tunic over her head and started to walk towards me. "Kimmmmmmmm!" her sister objected. "Somebody has to watch this foreign devil. Maybe you better return to the village though," her sister answered. "Oh no you don't," Han protested as she slipped the straps from her shoulders and moved to join her sister. The two were perfect, the most beautiful girls I'd ever seen. It would've been impossible to choose between them. I didn't have to. ~~~~~~~ I gave a start, awoken from my reverie, when I heard the door of the girl's apartment suddenly slam shut. I'd left their sound on when they'd gone out around ten that first night. It was obvious to me that they were drunk, or high, when I turned on the video feed and watched them stumbling and giggling in the main hallway. Fuck, it's already three in the morning I saw when I checked the clock. I clicked on the feed from Miss Woo's room and the bathroom. The blonds can wait I thought as I watched sexy Samantha teeter into her room. Little pleated blue miniskirt that hardly covered her pubes was topped by a shiny, off white, spaghetti strapped low cut blouse that displays her firm, braless tits perfectly. She kicked off her heels and then leisurely pulled her top over her head. They're perfect! Somehow it just seems that every Asian girl's breasts are just right, that they've been designed for a man's hands, his hungry mouth. No huge excesses, just enough to fill a hand. Firm but velvety soft. Golden. They rode high and firm on her tall frame, a round perfection that beckons without trying. Small, dark areolas that sprout fat nubs at their centers, suckable little beauties that I yearned to taste. Then I watched as she sauntered topless and barefoot to the bathroom, watched as she lowered a lacy blue thong, exposing a thick but trimmed dark triangle of jet black pubic hair. I stared at the TV screen as she spread herself and started to piss out a stream of yellow liquid, a stream that seemed endless as she discharged the beer she'd been consuming all night. Her pink insides glistened. I watched knowing she'd soon be mine. Split and turning on my long hard pole. Of course the bitch was in my dreams the rest of the night. Nightmares I hadn't had in ten years intermixed with erotic memories. I woke at dawn, my body bathed in sweat as my prick pulsed out my creamy seed. Visions of Miss Woo naked were intermixed with the Han and Kim I'd known forty years before. ~~~~~~~~~ In the days and weeks that followed I became obsessed. A near lunatic as I followed the young coed's daily rituals. With my little hi tech gadgets I bugged her phone, her cell, heard all her conversations and intercepted her e-mail. Watched her naked and dressed. Showering. Masturbating. She was a hymen-less virgin who'd insert a vibrating plastic penis in herself late at night, groaning in need until the phallic substitute brought her to a gasping orgasm. I'd stroke myself as I watched, my hand in perfect rhythm with the urgently manipulated dildo. Her best friend turned out to be her 18 yer old sister far away in L.A. and it was from intercepting their correspondence, both by phone and e-mail, that I learned Samantha's secrets. Both girls were still virgins and endlessly recounted back and forth their desires, their needs, their sexual cravings. 'He was nice...sexy...I let him touch my breasts...it felt...oh wow, you know...he wanted to...I was scared...he wasn't the one...' one would write. Sam wrote after a late date, e-mailed her sister even as she ran her tongue over the dildo she'd just had inside herself, 'We kissed...his tongue penetrated, filled my mouth...how will a penis fit...I was so tempted...' Cynthia, Cyn, her sister, would write back, 'We were dancing so close...I felt his penis against my stomach...pushing...he grabbed my ass...I wanted to touch him, I was scared...I miss you so much Sam...' Sam wrote her sister about me. 'He's an animal...he hates Vietnamese...he scares me. His cock is huge,' she wrote, 'sometimes I dream of it. In me. He's full of cum. In my dream I like it...I do whatever he asks. He makes me his slave.' She couldn't know that I'd fallen for her, that I found her irresistible, that I watched her every movement with both lust and love. ~~~~~~~ And night after night I remembered my short time with my two beautiful sisters. Remembered that first day at the pool. The days that followed. How a simple country boy from Pennsylvania became a slave to two foreign girls while thousands of miles from home. Virgins! The two of them. Somehow their status, their family power, had saved the thin membranes that protected their virtue for Joe Coursey. I bloodied them both. The elder, Kim, first. Then her sister. We'd splashed and giggled in the pool that first day, the girl's nervousness, their surprise at their own audacity, quickly pushed aside by a hunger they'd been suppressing for years. Two girls who'd been declared off limits to every male within fifty miles for the last three years suddenly had me. Our splashing that first day soon gave way to a feigned roughhousing that simply allowed us a chance to touch each other. The two girls seemed to be competing with each other, continually pushing their ripe bodies up against me. Kim was the first to actually grasp me; I was splashing water at her sister even as I felt her trace my length with her little hand. "It's too big," she cried. "What is?" Han demanded, then I felt her hand as it met her sisters around my cockhead. I circled their shoulders with my arms, then pulled them tight against me, moved them so I felt four soft breasts against my skin. "I'm a virgin," Kim said, inviting, "We both are." "I'll be gentle," I promised as I led them to shore and the soft grass on the bank. "I'm older, me first," Kim ordered. "That's not fair. You're always first," Han complained. "What if he can only do it once?" I smiled at Han's fear as I lay Kim on her back. "You're beautiful," I whispered as I knelt between the virgin's legs. Leaning forward I captured Kim's lips in mine as my hands moved to her heaving breast. Then I felt Han's finger slip between my stomach and Kim's and grab my cock. "Christ honey," I finally groaned as Han continued to pump me. "Leave Joe alone," Kim ordered her sister as my lips moved to her straining nipples. I found her wet, fully lubricated when I slid a finger down her puffy slit. I quickly sat back up; she was ready, there was no need now for further stimulation. "Put it in," I ordered Han who still held my throbbing penis. Kim just whimpered as her sister slid my cock up and down her slit before aligning it perfectly, then she cried once, a deep wail, as I punched through her hymen, then simply spread her legs wider to welcome more of me into her. I could smell her blood as it slid down her thighs. "Ohhhh yesssssss," echoed across the pond when one final hard thrust split her completely. As I thrust again and again into Kim's moist centre I suddenly felt little Han on my back. As I filled her sister with my fat, hard cock, she rode atop of me, her breasts rubbing my back, the moist juncture of her legs wet against my bum. I filled Kim with an explosive outpouring of sperm, a flood that simply pushed my cum relentlessly towards her womb. Even as I continued to jerk spasmodically inside her I somehow knew I was putting my baby inside her. Kim cried, "No, don't go," when I finally rolled off her but I'd already grabbed her sister. Han was tighter than Kim, screamed when I tried to force my sticky, blood coated cockhead between the engorged lips of her labia. "No, it's too big," she protested as she struggled under my strong body. I could feel her hymen now, an insubstantial barrier that had no chance of stopping my rude penetration. "Nooooooooooo," she moaned as her blood streamed warmly over my invading prick, mixing with her sisters. She groaned as I inexorably stretched her molten cave. It only took seconds before her protesting groans turned to shrieking joy, signaling her ecstatic acceptance of my cock. I splashed my seed inside her virgin sheath. Then still hard, I turned the younger sister over and filled her doggie style. Kim protested that it had been her turn. She needed have worried. The three of us met at the pool every day for the next week. And in the weeks that followed I returned again and again to see them, unable to resist my lust, my growing love. Soon they both had my babies growing inside themselves. ~~~~~~~~ "You don't like me do you?" There she was, just standing five feet from where I sat on the stairs leading up to my front door. One of those girls who just couldn't back off and leave it alone. It was mid October; she'd been inhabiting my dreams for six weeks. There had been a wariness to our infrequent meetings. It had been impossible not to meet from time to time. On the street, at the corner store, when they needed something repaired... When words had been needed between us they were issued as nothing more than grunted, hostile monosyllables. Yet I wanted to lick her from head to toe. "You're a pretty little thing." "But you don't like me do you?" "Love and hate Miss Woo. Have you ever noticed how close they are?" I asked. "No," she said with disdain dripping from her voice. "Too bad," I said as I lecherously ran my eyes up and down her body. Then asked as I rubbed my crotch, "Did you like watching? Did you like looking at it?" "God, you're so fucking sick. Amy and Cathy wouldn't believe me when I told them," she said as her eyes stared at my hand as it rubbed the obvious hard-on in my pants. "My first woman was a Viet whore. Probably your mother," I laughed. "Pig," she spat back. "Christ it was you bloody people who invaded Vietnam, not the other way around." "Bitch." "You're the bastards that raped our women and killed our men," she yelled. "Made them whores," she accused. "Fuck you. It was someone just like you, a thousand someone's like you who'd always beg, 'fuckee, suckee, two dollah, two dollah'. Took our money and then sold us out to Charley," I yelled back. "You're disgusting. My grandmother, my daddy...everyone...they were on a raft for forty days...hungry...thirsty...where were the great Americans then? You ran home with your tails between your legs. And left my family to the communists." "Why'd granny run," I sneered back, "she wanted to suck some more American cock?" "Prick!" I slowly lowered my zipper, and after looking up and down the block to see that it was all clear, pulled him out into the fresh fall air. "Yes, I'm a prick...take a good look," I offered. She watched mesmerized for seconds before finally tearing her eyes away and backing up. "Samantha," I called. "What?" she demanded but then wouldn't look into my eyes, instead kept them downcast. "He wants you...he'll feel so good...soon baby," I promised, my hand now holding and stroking my freed snake. "I hate you," she hissed, then ran. Late that night she jammed her fake prick into herself with an urgency she'd never had before, and each time she lifted her hips to meet her thrusting hand and plastic penis she cursed. 'Bastard', 'prick', 'fucking ugly American', were spat from her lips as she came. She called her sister afterwards, told her crying, 'he's ugly...but I want his big prick...I hate him...' ~~~~~~~~~~~ "Amy's not here," Miss Woo said after opening the door and finding me on her doorstep ten days later. I knew of course. I'd heard Amy and Cathy as they'd made plans to go to New Haven for the weekend, had seen them leave two hours earlier with bags in hand. Had watched as Amy's car had disappeared down the road. Then later I had watched as Samantha had soaped her nubile body under the hot shower. Had heard her on the cell phone telling a friend she was going to stay in even though it was Friday night, that she had reading to catch up on. "I know," I answered as I watched her. "What do you want?" She wasn't nervous yet. Just another visit from the crazy landlord. She was wearing tight blue silk shorts; if they'd been orange she'd have been named Miss Hooters. White tank top. You could easily see the dark circles through the thin cloth. Barefoot. Her long hair was still damp from the shower. "You." I'd made no threatening move, just leaned my shoulder against the door frame and watched her. "My dreams are finally answered," she mocked as she stared provocatively up into my eyes. "What do I get for twenty bucks?" I asked as I pulled my hand from my pocket and threw the twenty at her feet. She was as excited as I. Even as she sneered back at me I could see her nipples hardening under her thin top. "Get out, I don't have time for this shit," she ordered but her eyes flashed, welcoming, inviting.. I didn't answer, just ran my eyes over her young body as I slowly lowered the zipper on my jeans. I wasn't wearing underwear. "You're disgusting," she hissed as I pulled my hardening shaft out. "Kiss it," I lured as I shook my big headed python at her. Her eyes followed every movement of my hand, locked on the one eyed monster that seemed to be staring back at her. "It's ugly...big and ugly," she complained even as she moved towards me. I reached out and put a hand on top of her head. Then pushed her relentlessly down towards my throbbing thickness. "No...no don't," she protested, so close now I could feel her hot breath on me, could see her long dark mane of silky hair draped over my length. "Chrrrrist," I groaned when her small, moist tongue darted out and licked the drop of precum that stickily hung on my cockhead. She engulfed him in her small, wet mouth, closed her perfect white teeth behind the thick ridge, licked me as her hand closed over my balls. I wanted to bury my prick deep in her throat. Wanted to hurt her. But couldn't stop shaking. Trembled as her tongue licked tentatively up and down my shaft. Remembered a bar in Saigon. "Jesus Samantha," I swore as she swallowed me. I finally grabbed her hair and pulled her off me. Pulled her up my body and then hungrily found her mouth and filled her with a slippery tongue. Then lifted her and started to carry her toward her room. Found her moist when I pushed a finger deep inside of her. "You want it, don't you?" "No...I don't," she cried as I dropped her onto the bed. "Pleasssse...I can't, I'm a virgin...I'm..." She was open, wet, lubricated as I split her, gasped out a long moaning 'nooooooo', as I pushed deeper and deeper into her pink cave. Felt her stretch to accept more of me. "You love it," I laughed in triumph as her long legs locked behind my back, knowing at the same time she couldn't love it more than I did. "I hate it. You're a monster...a horrible monster," she cried as the first urgent pulses of her orgasm squeezed my pistoning cock. "Unh...unhh...unhhh," Again and again she groaned as her virgin need demanded my seed. "Hurry...please sir, hurrrry," she moaned as her body arched upward to take every inch of my long prick. I slowed down, using long, deep unhurried strokes, trying to prolong the onset of my explosion until she was again throbbing in need under me. And then that almost painful tightening in my balls, followed almost immediately by the rushing spurt of creamy cum up my shaft, then the bucking expulsion of my seed deep into Samantha's womb as she writhed under me. There was no thinking then, just a primal, unstoppable male emptying of myself as I groaned in concert with every spurt of sperm. Flooded her with my maleness. I wanted to put my baby inside her. ~~~~~~~ We fell apart and for minutes simply lay panting on our backs on her small bed. "I didn't want to...you're old...I was a virgin," she whispered, her hand lightly caressing the hair at the bottom of my belly. "You're beautiful," I said as my dripping penis sprang upward against her hand. "Not again?" she asked wonderingly as her fingers grasped me. "Turn over," I ordered as I put a hand on her shoulder and started to flip her onto her stomach. "But sir," she protested. "I'm Joe, call me Joe," I instructed as I knelt between her legs, then grabbed her hips and lifted her so she was kneeling, her pussy glistening invitingly, open and dripping cum, waiting to be penetrated. Her nipples were rock hard when I grasped her breasts from behind and pulled her body back towards my waiting lance. Rammed in hard and deep into her now lubricated and widened channel. She was still tight but her groans were now ones of pleasure, not despair. My seed streamed out from between her legs when I finally pulled my pole from her center. ~~~~~~~ "Clean it. Lick it." "No, I don't want to." She did. Then I ate her. Had her first begging, them screaming under my caressing tongue. Woke up the next morning to find her curled warmly against my chest. "You better go now," were her first words when we both woke and found ourselves staring into the others eyes. "Not yet," I said as I pushed her onto her back. Fucked her until I thought the walls would collapse under the assault of her ecstatic screams. Then we showered together. Soapily caressed each other until I simply lifted her up and dropped her on my aching cock. Pushed her up against the wall and made love to her as the water cascaded over our bodies. "I have to study now," she complained about four in the afternoon. My Vietnamese Granddaughter "Later," I insisted as I pulled her to me. ~~~~~~~~ "I love you," I whispered to Sam the next morning. "Yeah sure...I'm just a Vietnamese whore to you," she answered but I could decipher the hope in her eyes. "Do you love me?" "You're a dirty old man." "Do you love this," I asked, holding and offering her my again rampant penis. "No...maybe....yes...oh yesssssssss," she cried as I filled her. "They'll be home soon," she said hours later, the sun quickly setting on a cool October evening. "You should go." "Don't you want your roommates to meet your boyfriend?" "You're not...Please Joe...I don't want them to know." "You're mine now Samantha," I told her as I pulled her resisting body towards me. "We can't...you're old...I'm just a student. It was nice...no, it was perfect, but please." "We'll need to talk...about our future," I almost pled. "Not now...please go Joe," she wailed. I left, and then watched through my cameras as she acted as if nothing had happened when Amy and Cathy returned home an hour later. 'I'm not a virgin anymore' she wrote in an e-mail to her sister late that night. 'An old man made me his slave'. Her cell phone rang four minutes later. For an hour I heard Samantha whisper our story to her sister. "I love his cock," she repeated again and again. ~~~~~~~~~ "Mr. Coursey?" Amy asked two evenings later when she opened the door and found me on her doorstep holding a bottle of wine and a bouquet of flowers. "Samantha invited me to dinner," I lied, a broad smile on my lips. "She did?" "Uh huh. We decided to try to get along better." "Oh good," Amy said beaming, surprised but happy that we'd apparently buried the hatchet. "C'mon in," she welcomed. "We're just having lasagna but there's lots." "Sam, Mr. Coursey brought you some flowers," she announced as I followed her into the living room. "Did he," she asked blushing, surprised and angry at my gall. Amy had an innocence that didn't allow her to read what was going on but I could see that Cathy, looking up quizzically from her chair, was suspiciously curious. "So, did you two talk this weekend?" Amy asked as we sat eating at the dining room table. "Some," I answered between bites, a big grin on my face. Samantha hardly talked during the meal, simply sat glumly as the blonds and I talked. She flinched when I slid my stockinged foot up her leg and pushed it between her thighs. ~~~~~~~~~~ "I'll do the dishes," Samantha said as she jumped up from the table at the end of the meal. "I'll help," I offered. "You don't have to, you've probably got things to do," she demurred as she carried a load of dishes into the kitchen. I followed her, arms laden with more dirty dishes. We said nothing as she filled the sink with hot, soapy water, but then, once her hands were hard at work scrubbing a soapy plate, she hissed, "I told you, it was over. It was just a one time thing...it was a mistake...we can't..." Moving behind her I put my hands on her hips, holding her even as I slowly slipped them under her top and slid them across her stomach and up to cup her breasts. "You didn't like it? Didn't like my cock inside you?" I demanded as I pushed my hardness into the crack of her bum. "Please...please Joe...they'll see," she begged. "We can't...it'll never work. No...don't," she cried as I forced a hand down and into her pants. "You're wet," I said in triumph as I slid a finger into her moist slit. Quickly I undid her button and zipper, then pushed her jeans and panties to her ankles, then freed my cock. "Noooooooo," she protested softly as I penetrated her. We were soon both oblivious to our surroundings, two humans lost in our sexual needs. Noisily making love. Then, as we both exploded into orgasm I looked up and saw Amy and Cathy, both openmouthed, standing in the doorway staring at Sam and me. I finally pulled out, then lifted my lover in my arms and turned and moved towards the door. "Can you finish the dishes girls?" I asked as I moved past the still immobile coeds, my penis dripping a thick long strand of cum. We made love half the night. Sam's ecstasy echoed continuously through the high ceilinged rooms of the apartment. I finally tiptoed out around four a.m., pretty sure both Amy and Cathy hadn't got much sleep. ~~~~~~~ After that night all pretense was gone. We needed each other. Lusted for the others body even as our love grew. She soon started to spend almost all her nights in my bed. "I don't love you," she'd say afterward as we lay panting in my big bed, my sperm sticky on her stomach and thighs. Or say, "It's just the sex," or "this is the last time," or "I can't see you this weekend." And yet night after night she returned to my arms. "Marry me," I'd always counter, nestling her thin body into mine. "Hah...never." I couldn't help wondering why I'd spent thirty years running after and marrying big breasted blonds. Only a woman like Sam could ever satisfy me. ~~~~~~~ "I've been there," she said one Saturday morning, holding up a picture she'd taken off the wall. She was standing in my study, naked, still damp from her shower. "No you haven't," I said as I pulled her against my body. "I did...last summer, we went to Vietnam...dad, grandma...my sister." "You couldn't have been there, its way up, north, on the Cambodian/Thai/ Vietnamese border. You said your family came from Saigon...from a rubber plantation close to the capital," I said as I took the picture from her hand and looked at the so familiar scene. "I stood right there...where the photographer must have stood, we all swam in the little pool," she said with excitement in her voice. "Where'd you get it?" "I took it. What were you doing there?" I asked, just seconds away from realizing the truth. "Grandma's family owned land up there, it was their original home. She and my great aunt were sent there during the war...they stayed with their uncle. She cried when we walked around the pond." As Samantha ran on, adding detail after detail of her family's history, at first she didn't see the expression of shock that covered my face. "What?" she asked after finally noticing my look of horror. And then she knew. "Oh my gawd," she cried, "you can't be. Pleasssse don't be." "Are you Kim's granddaughter? Or Han's?" I asked softly. "You raped both of them?" she wailed, suddenly aware that only one soldier was responsible for the deflowerment of both her grandmother and great aunt. "They were just girls, innocents," she accused as she started to hammer my chest with her small fists. I finally crushed her to me, then held her immobile as I felt her tears tumble onto my chest. "Did you know...about me...about...that I was your granddaughter?" "I never knew you existed." "Why'd you leave them? Pregnant, alone...with half breeds in their bellies," she demanded. "They were my wives," I whispered. "WIVES!" Samantha spat out in scorn. "They were just slants, gooks, chinks to fuck with your big American cock. You didn't give a shit what happened to them," she accused. I walked to the bookshelf, and from the top shelf pulled down an album, a photograph album almost forty years old. "What is it?" she asked as I placed it in Samantha's hands. And then whispered almost in awe when she opened the book to the first page and saw me staring back, "my gawd....you're so young...so handsome." "I was nineteen then. On leave in Saigon. Just a month before I met your grandmother," I answered as I looked at the boy who'd already lost his innocence. "Grandma," she said excitedly after turning the page. "So Kim Truong is your grandma." "Yes," she answered as she flipped a page and was faced by a smiling Joe Coursey between two smiling girls. Her anger had disappeared in her exhilaration at seeing her family in a way she'd never imagined. "They have no pictures," she said sadly as she looked up at me, "the few they had salvaged were lost in the sea during their escape. They're beautiful," she said as she continued to flip through the pages. "I'll have to give them copies." "What's this?" she asked when she came to a page with a yellowing, half torn piece of paper on it. "Your grandmother's and my marriage certificate," I said smiling. "December 25th 1969." "But...Grandma never said she was married." "I married her sister the same day," I said as I flipped a page and she saw another certificate pasted in the album. "You couldn't have...it's not possible," she protested, then turned another page and saw the three of us arm in arm, smiling in front of a small Catholic church, the two girls in white dresses and with flowers in their hair. "The priest was my friend...I'd saved his life...he pretended I was two different people," I said, remembering the happiest day in my life. "I registered one marriage, your grandma's, with the U.S. Military, the other we registered with the Vietnamese authorities." "I always thought they were raped." "No one ever said anything? About me?" I asked, bitter I'd been so easily forgotten. "I was only born in eighty-eight, thirteen years after they'd escaped. No one ever talked about the men, the man who'd defiled them. Grandma had married an American of Chinese descent, daddy took his name." "Woo?" "Why'd you leave them? They needed you...they were punished...for having American half-breeds, for sleeping with the enemy. Our whole family suffered. They only just escaped. They could have died." "I looked for them for years," I explained. "The whole fuckin village disappeared." And it had. In June nineteen seventy I returned from a month up country to find a deserted, bombed to smithereens village. There'd been a skirmish apparently. Enemy activity had been noted during a flyover and a couple of days later a company of marines was choppered in. There'd been a firefight, and when I finally got to read the classified reports months later, found that a massacre had occurred. 'Thirty-nine enemy combatants killed, seventy-two enemy civilians unfortunately caught in the crossfire.' So read the official report. The pictures were ghastly, even for that time and place. Over the next year or so I tracked down some of our guys who'd been there. "It was brutal Joe," one old hand I'd known in the old days told me. "No one, women and children included, survived. They had fucking tunnels everywhere. Filled em with gas. Blood everywhere, we took no prisoners," he remembered. I heard the same story repeated from every participant I could find, but no one could remember two pregnant girls. Sam interrupted me when I told her how I'd searched. "Grandma told daddy, when we were there," she said pointing at the picture of the pond, "she said they'd had to leave suddenly when she and Auntie were seven months pregnant...they'd gone north...to Hanoi...that's where daddy and auntie Jess were born." "They all lived? Auntie Jess?" I asked. "Yes, grandma had daddy, auntie Han had Jasmine. Half white. Your babies. They claimed they'd been raped to the authorities. But still people hated them, hated the half American babies. They lived in a small village in the north, outcasts." "I looked everywhere for them. I never believed they were dead." "They returned to the south after the war. They rejoined their mother, she was a widow. There was no money. In 1975 an old family friend helped them escape. For the last of the family heirlooms they got a place on a small boat with seventy others. It took forty some days before the twenty-five survivors were plucked from the South China Sea." "But how'd they come to America. For years I checked. I have friends, no Kim or Han Truong ever came to America legally." "They'd changed their names." "I've been back. To Vietnam...three times now...there was never any trace." All morning we talked, exchanging the parts of the story we each knew. I couldn't help cursing the empty life I'd lived for thirty years even as my two women were healthy and living in California. Both had remarried soon after landing on our shores. Happy marriages that had produced children and grandchildren. My son and daughter raised by other men. "You have three grandchildren," Samantha explained, "me, my sister Cyn, and Rose, Jasmine's daughter. "I have one other." "You do?" "A blond. I had a daughter by my first wife, well my first American wife," I explained. "My wife left when my daughter was three. They wouldn't have anything to do with me for twenty-five years. There's a grandchild now." "Oh Joe," she consoled as she slipped into my arms. "What'll we do?" Samantha finally asked. "About us," she added unnecessarily. "We can't go on...not knowing...Joooooooooooeeeeeey!' she protested as my mouth covered hers. We made love. Then talked. Made love again. We both knew we'd never stop. ~~~~~~~ "Cynthia's coming for the long weekend....Thanksgiving," my lover told me a week later. "Your sister?" "Uh huh." "Good," I said, then pulled Samantha on top of me. "Why good," she giggled as she slipped me inside herself. ~~~~~~ "So, what's this Cynthia like anyway," I asked twenty minutes later. "She's your granddaughter. Almost as pretty as me...but taller." "Taller?" "Well at least I know where our height came from now...she's five ten...an inch taller than me." "And her breasts?" I asked as I cupped Samantha's perfect orbs. "They're not as big as mine," she said as she arched her back, forcing more breast into my hands. "Cyn is thinner than me...A virgin," she added. "Will I like her...or is she stuck up like her older sister?" "Maybe you can show her...like grandma, auntie, like me," she groaned as I pulled and stretched her nipples. ~~~~~~~ She arrived late Thursday night, with a plan to stay until Sunday night. "I'm going to show her the campus, Boston," Sam had told me. "So she's ready for next year. You can take us out to dinner Friday night," she ordered, or was it an invitation? I had never told Samantha about the cameras so late that night I was able to watch the two sisters as they whispered together in bed, both naked, lit by a lone bedside lamp. "Do you like it?" Cynthia asked, her mouth just inches from her elder sister's. "It's better than I ever dreamed. You'll see one of these days," she promised. "I'm horny...all the time." "Your breasts have grown, they're beautiful," Sam said as she cupped and caressed her sister's perfect golden orbs. "They're still not as big as yours," Cyn complained, then kissed her sister gently on her lips. "But your nipples are so long," Sam replied as she took a long, quivering nipple between her teeth. I watched as they gently made love, watched as they curled their long limbs into a Vietnamese soixante-neuf, watched as the two writhed under the others tongue. "I can feel your hymen," Sam whispered. "I want to be there when it's broken." "It'll hurt. I'm afraid," Cyn answered as she lifted her hips urgently upward against her sister's probing tongue. "Maybe I'll give you Joe for a night," Sam teased later as they lay panting in each others arms. "What?" "I'll lick your blood from his cock," she laughed. "You're crazy...maybe that's why I've missed you so much." "Do you want to?" Sam lured. "Make love with my boyfriend." "I don't know him...he's old..." "He has a beautiful prick...he'll fill you little sister," she said as she moved a hand over Cynthia's breasts. "You wouldn't mind?" "I've dreamt of you and me together, with a man, with Joe." "Me too," Cyn whispered, "me too." "But you'll have to be number two girl...and I'll let you only if you're good," Sam teased. "Number two? Hah," the young teen protested as she threw herself on top of her older sister. I watched as they wrestled and hugged and kissed and touched, understood immediately the love that existed between them. And as I watched them, stroking myself softly, I knew Cynthia would be good. Knew that tomorrow her warm blood would coat my shaft. And then couldn't help but wonder... What would happen when I saw Kim and Han again? How would they react when they found out what was going on with Sam and Cynthia? Would my only son ever want to meet his American father? What about my daughter Jasmine? And my third granddaughter? Rose." Would somehow I....... THE END I'm planning on writing a Part 2 of this tale, in fact have a rough couple of page outline already done. Whether and when I write this Part 2 depends to a large extent on the reaction of you the reader to what you've read above. 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