Message-ID: <30027asstr$988308602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200104261327.GAA29887@mail21.bigmailbox.com> From: "Deja User" Subject: {ASSM} "Alphabet Game: Groupies"{Dancer}(Mf+ f1st reluc) Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2001 14:10:02 -0400 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: t4425, kelly [Empath's Parting shot: I'm a little 'up-in-the-air' about the coding on this one; technically it's rape, but he's clearly not complaining about it by the end - thus the 'reluc' code. But at the same time, wouldn't 'nc' for non-consensual be needed? But...agh! :) ] ------------------------------------------------------------ <1st attachment, "Groupies.txt" begin> SUBJECT LINE: {ASSM}"Alphabet Game: Groupies"{Dancer}(Mf+ f1st reluc) ------- Admonition: This story contains explicit descriptions of people engaging in careless and unprotected sexual activity. PLEASE do not emulate these people since they are fictional characters existing in a fantasy world where sexually transmitted disease and unwanted pregnancy don't happen. You don't live in such a world, so "let's be careful out there." Oh, and minors shouldn't be reading this stuff - if you can't place the quote I just made in the last paragraph, you probably aren't old enough to be flipping through ASS*. Bugger off and watch 'TV Land' instead, so you can bone up for little age-testing quizzes like this! :) Copyright notice: Dancer, the author of this smutty little opus, holds all rights of reproduction. Private copies for personal perusal and archives for NON-commercial distribution are permitted by her. Plea for attention: The only reward ASS* authors can expect is the joy of sharing their creation with the rest of humanity. But wait - how does that author KNOW if people are reading and enjoying his story? Yep; if you like a story posted to alt.sex.stories.*, the fair thing to do is email the author and tell them so. I promise that it'll make YOU feel good to send them kudos, after all, Mark Twain said, "The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer someone else up." As always you may contact me (and my wife Dancer) through my 'legacy' Deja News email account: (Wow, I'm not just an author, now I'm an AGENT, too! ;) Editor's Note: Here it is - part seven of Dancer's 'Alphabet Game'; twenty-six hot, little vignettes she whipped out in something like a week or two - Lord Malinov eat your heart out with that semi-annual 'story-a-day' run I remember *way* back in the 20th century! ;) (Is he still around?) And relax - these stories are all self-contained - you don't HAVE to read them in order, or read any of the ones that might squick you... ============= The Alphabet Game (7/26) Groupies Copyright Dancer 2001 Kevin Halker ran from the hungry mob because his life depended on it. His feet pounded hard against the concrete floor of the maintenance corridor underneath Veteran's Memorial Auditorium as he fled to the relative safety of backstage. "Sometimes it doesn't pay to be a nice guy," Kevin thought. "All I wanted to do was take a leak, but *NOOOO*!" he said to himself. "Goddamned groupies." Rock stardom and privacy did not go hand-in-hand, especially for the hottest teen idol of the 21st century. Zig-zagging a quick left/right/left turn brought Kevin at a narrow juncture ending at a metal door. He jerked on the handle but the door wouldn't budge. He did a 180 and started to go back the way he came when the door opened a crack. As he whipped around, the nightstick caught his temple and dazed him. Kevin stumbled awkwardly, holding his head and feeling the huge goose egg that began to swell. His eyes rolled back in his head and his lanky six-three frame thudded to the floor. The giggling of female voices drew Kevin to reality again, moaning at the pain blinding him. Four girly, adolescent faces peered down at him. "He's awake," said the pony- tailed blonde. "Will the cuffs and ropes hold him?" asked the Asian one. "They better," answered a different blonde. "I don't come from a family of sailors for nothing." A gentle pair of hands tested the cuffs around his wrists, then the sturdy ropes at his ankles. "Everything's secure." Kevin glanced at the new voice. A third blonde and she touched his face. "We're sorry about hitting you so hard but there was no other way. Stay calm and try not to break loose. It'll be over with in a little bit." Kevin moved his tongue around inside his mouth before asking, "What will?" "The four of us decided it was time to get with the program. You get to be the lucky guy to deflower us," replied blonde 3. She opened his jeans and tugged his cock out into the open for all to see. "I'll get it up for you guys. Anna, ready or not?" Anna, blonde 2, shucked her clothes and climbed on top of Kevin, positioning herself. Blonde 3 stuffed Kevin Jr. in the moist slit and Anna sat down. Kevin sucked in a breath as Anna's virginity tore open, her snugness gripping with excruciating tightness. The girl stayed impaled for a couple minutes, then pulled off with a squelching sound. "Me next," called Asia. She got on his lap and dropped down quickly. Kevin bit his lip and whimpered at the new cock sheath. Asia shot him a smile of braces and said, "I'm Theresa. Thanks, Kev." She wiggled around playfully, getting accustomed to her pussy being stretched by a thick, juicy cock. Pony Tail shoved at Theresa from behind. "Get off!" Theresa frowned but did as her friend asked. The two traded places, once again enveloping Kevin's shaft with a narrow cunt. Pony Tail grimaced at the deflowering. "You're a great singer but, not much of a lay." She got off him fast and blonde 3 took her turn at bat. B-3 lowered herself slowly, forcing a deep groan out of Kevin's mouth. "Is it good? Am I doing it right?" B-3 asked tentatively and sank down completely. Kevin's eyes were unfocused and he wore a silly grin. "Yeah, you got it." B-3 climbed off his prick and dressed quickly. All four were set back to rights, then Anna and Pony Tail released the ropes and handcuffs holding Kevin between several water pipes. He rubbed his ankles and wrists to get the blood flowing. His gaze zeroed on Pony Tail. "I do better when I'm not tied up." He stood up and walked toward the four girls. "Since you four went to all this trouble to give me your virginity, the least I can do is give you guys backstage passes." End part 7 ============= Editor's Postscript: Okay, not your average rape story. :) I think it's a blow for feminine equality - a tale of *women* using a *man* as an object... <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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