Message-ID: <17705eli$9811302044@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: pleasecain@aol.com (PleaseCain) Subject: "Temptation" by PleaseCain Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19981128162133.11592.00001831@ng42.aol.com> EXPLICIT MATERIAL NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. © 1996 PleaseCain@aol.com -- Commercial use prohibited without author's consent. Remove of this notice is prohibited. The Gentlemen's Society by PleaseCain@aol.com "What's the long face, Hampton-Davies? Were the links untoward?" Hampton-Davies exhaled in disgust and pulled his hair back. He sat abruptly down in a lounger in the circle with the others. "Aye! Cruel fortune!" He leaned to the table, and a long arm plucked a cigar from the cup. "What is one to do?" the young man exclaimed in barely suppressed frustration. He snipped the cigar tip decisively. "Here, here, chum," consoled the older Spillsworth. He shook an open tin before the youth; its contents rattled within. "Go on, lad, have you some vagina." The sullen Hampton-Davies looked at his mentor a moment, then finally reached in and dropped a couple pieces into his mouth. The corner of his mouth turned up as he crunched at the bits. Spillsworth heartily slapped the younger's knee. "That's the stuff!" he bellowed triumphantly, and leaned back into his chair with satisfaction. A chorus of "Well dones!" and "Good shows!" traveled around the circle of seated gents, as did the tin of vagina. The men giggled in escalating giddiness and gusto, as the pieces crackled in their mouths and their eyes swept over each other in good-natured comradery. The ruckus was such that they did not see the Texan until he was upon them. Over his shoulder kicked a young woman in a short yellow dress. He slapped his big hand across her bottom. She shrieked laughter. "Hey y'all!" he piped over the din, "anybody want some pussy?" The girl beat her fists playfully on his broad back. "It's Bunny," she squealed, "Not Pussy, you big galoot!" The congregation of men fell silent. Silent. Her laughter withered into nothing. "Whuh?" the Texan shrugged. They could only stare at the spectacle. Roguesford shook, beet-red. A vein grew from his temple, and he shook his fist from his perch. "You . . . will . . . take . . . that, that, behavior . . . far away from HERE!" The men chimed in: "Here, here!" "By the gods!" "Really!" "Gees." The hoss was crestfallen. He dropped the girl to her feet, and they walked away forlorn. "Good show," congratulated Leicester-Shanks, holding forth the tin. Roguesford snapped up a piece, well-pleased, grinding it with vigor. Spillsworth noted to Hampton-Davies, "I shall propose a sanction barring such indecency at the next meeting. We shall draft said proposal tomorrow, you and I." "Aye!" approved the others, crunching industriously. Read Cain's stories at: members.aol.com/pleasecain -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----