Message-ID: <30109asstr$988809004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200105021047.DAA10458@mail19.bigmailbox.com> From: "Deja User" Subject: {ASSM} "Alphabet Game: Squirt Gun" {Dancer} (FF toys) Date: Wed, 2 May 2001 09:10:04 -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: kelly, RuiJorge Okay, folks - sorry there's only one story posted today, instead of the three I'd said. But (drumroll, please)... EMPATH GOT A JOB!!!!!!!!!! Yep, after *four*months* of sending out resumes, filling out applications, hoping beyond hope - and a couple bouts of abject despair - my job-hunting has finally paid off. So sadly, I won't have the same amount of free time to be pumping out stories (not that I've been writing much lately, anyway - but you know what I mean:), and you'll just have to settle for a single 'letter' a weekday now. But soon, if all goes well (touch wood, cross fingers) I'll get my own ISP and will have access beyond when the owner of this PC is at work.:) Best wishes to all, especially those who have taken the effort to praise Dancer on her lovely work! Empath "so this is what it feels like to smile", husband of Dancer ------------------------------------------------------------ <1st attachment, "Squirt.txt" begin> SUBJECT LINE: {ASSM}"Alphabet Game: Squirt Gun"{Dancer}(FF toys) ------- 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 nineteen 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 (19/26) Squirt Gun Copyright Dancer 2001 Sue and Lisa chased each other around the tiny yard, armed with water pistols. They quickly turned their dry, cotton tank tops to clingy, wet erection-getters. What started out as car washing turned into a sexfest. Lisa's brown eyes were glued to Sue's jiggling tits and she licked her lips in anticipation of tasting them. Lisa crooked her index finger. "Sue, c'mere." Her girlfriend jogged over, making her boobs bounce as she did. Sue raised her arms above her head and stretched, forcing her breasts further out. "Did you want something, honey?" "Oh yeah," Lisa purred. She dragged Sue into her embrace and wrapped her lips around one pert nipple. Lisa sucked hard, then nibbled at the bit of flesh. Sue moaned softly and began tweaking Lisa's nips lightly. Lisa switched tits and paid homage to the second peak. The women stayed like this for a few minutes until Lisa pulled away. Sue tugged her face up and they kissed with open mouths and roving tongues. "Let's fuck each other with our squirt guns." "Yeah!" They raced over to the water spigot and filled their weapons to overflowing. Sue stripped off her shorts and panties, then lay down on the wet grass. Lisa copied Sue and crawled on top, 69 style. Both inserted their guns up the other's cunt and started fucking. Lisa flickered her tongue over Sue's clit while Sue bit onto the ring piercing her lover's marble and tugged. Lisa's snub-nosed revolver couldn't go up Sue very far so Lisa pulled it out and rubbed the barrel over Sue's puckered rear hole. Sue jerked beneath Lisa at the touch. Lisa slipped her gun passed the tight sphincter muscle, pushing until the trigger guard rested snugly against Sue's crack. Lisa returned to licking pussy and sucking clit and wondered what Sue was up to. The barrel of the faux nine-millimeter fit neatly up Lisa's twat. Sue plunged her weapon deeply, pulled out completely and rammed it back inside. Lisa was starting to shudder above her. Sue clamped her mouth onto the clit before her, rolling the nubbin between her lips and yanking on the ring with her tongue. Knowing her orgasm was near Lisa jammed her thumb in Sue's pussy and pressed the perineum to block off the gun barrel. Lisa twitched violently and cried out, "Nnngggg-aaaahhh! Oooohh YES!" Her free hand squeezed the trigger, spraying water in Sue's shit chute. Sue smothered her yelp in the moist folds of Lisa's cunt and fired her own gun. The water rocketed up the channel, douching Lisa with its coolness. Sue threw the half-empty pistol aside and lapped at the thinned spooge trickling down to her mouth. Lisa left hers inside her lover's ass as she cleaned up the mess she'd made of Sue's soaked slit. End part 19 ============= Editor's Postscript: Hmmmm - a little weak on characterization; Sue and Lisa seem to be drawn straight from A.S.S.*'s Props department. :) Dancer said she wasn't terribly eager to do this one, and it shows in the results, I guess. Not BAD, but not among her best. This series of hers has shown me that you can still get a nice, deep story out in under five hundred words - take 'Impede'! :D <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- 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. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+