Message-ID: <23328asstr$953889002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: ogirlnsync@aol.com (Ogirlnsync) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000323232515.29477.00000540@ng-fg1.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} I made her happy (Short) Date: Fri, 24 Mar 2000 04:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: apuleius, dennyw "Mrs. Jones, This is the best I've ever tasted." "Well, you certainly know how to make an old woman feel great" she whispered softly. "I mean it," I said, as I went back to my licking. I was young, but I had tasted my share, and hers' was better than Widow Johnson's, better than Aunt Ellie's, and even better than Mom's. She bent over and opened the hatch to reveal even more to my young hungry eyes. "Do you want some more?" "Umm hummnn," was the best I could do with my face buried inside. I didn't know if I was doing it right, or anything about manners, but I was making her feel good. I was only 12, but I knew that I was satisfying a need she had had since her husband died two years before. "James was the only other person that made me feel as good as you do Billie," She moaned, as she mopped the sweat from her forehead. I was covered with it, my face was sticky, even my ears were wet with the juice. I smiled up at her as I watched her lower lip tremble. Suddenly her body started shaking and her legs turned to jello as she struggled to stand. " Oh James," She screamed, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" She put her hands on her large chest and fell to the floor. Her eyes were open and she had stopped moving. She wasn't breathing. I didn't know what to do, here I was with an old dead woman, and it might be my fault she was dead. I didn't mean to get her all excited. It was just so good I couldn't stop. I just wanted to make her happy. She was smiling even now. Should I wash off and go tell somebody? I thought about it and finally decided. I had just eaten an entire apple pie and made a pig of myself to make her happy. She really did make the best apple pie in the neighborhood, and she had just bent over to get another one out of the oven and she had asked me if I wanted more. So... I sat down and ate the second pie. I hope they're not going to bury her in that stupid "old-lady" flowered dress she's wearing, or at least take her apron off first... Oh, did you think this was a sex story? Shame on you! Come on guys, have a little respect for the dead. Ok, this was just a test to see if I could turn a normal activity i.e. eating a piece of pie, into something that seems sexual. How did I do? Comments welcome but bad ones aren't taken seriously. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+