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{ASSM}"Alphabet Game: Daysman"{Dancer}(MMF viol)


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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 - 
probably paraphrased - 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.


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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 email 
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(Wow, I'm not just an author, now I'm an AGENT, too! ;)


Editor's Note: Here it is - part four 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...

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The Alphabet Game (4/26)
Daysman (Archaic - an arbiter or umpire)
Copyright Dancer 2001

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"Guys, guys! Stop it!" Tami yelled as she pushed the two 
men apart.

"He's pissed because my dick's bigger!"

"Bullshit!"

Tami gave each man a stinging slap across the face. "Knock 
it off!" Her chest heaved as she brought her anger under 
control. "You are 35, not 15! Quit acting like a couple a 
prize cocks fighting over the henhouse!"

Daryl flexed his hurt jaw slowly, his hazel eyes shooting 
daggers at his twin brother, David. "You aren't any bigger 
than I am, Dave. We are identical. In -every- way."

"That's not what your girlfriend says," David taunted. 
Daryl let out a shout and launched himself at David, 
knocking him down and punching his face. Tami threw herself 
on top of Daryl and put him in a chokehold. He grabbed her 
arm and Dave seized the opportunity by planting his fist 
against Daryl's nose. Blood poured down Daryl's face as he 
yowled in pain.

"You mutherfucker!" Daryl swung an elbow back that 
connected smartly against Tami's temple and rammed the fist 
at his brother's cheek. Tami slipped off Daryl, falling to 
the grassy lawn in a heap while the men beat each other 
senseless. She lay dazed for a few seconds, then stumbled 
to her feet. She scooped up her purse and attacked Dave and 
Daryl with the heavy, leather bag until the broke the 
fight.

"Stupid shitheads! Dumbass sonsabitches!" Tami punctuated 
every word by whacking her handbag over either man's head. 
The next round was aimed only at Daryl. "You hit me! You 
prick! You cocksucking piece of shit!"

The purse was torn from her grip as Daryl flung it across 
the driveway. "Would you stop! Jesus Christ, Tami, you 
bitch!"

Her face went stony and she growled, "What did you call 
me?"

Daryl wiped the sticky redness dripping over his lips. 
"Bitch."

"AAAHHGGG!" Tami pounced on the wounded man with her nails 
at the ready. She clawed at his eyes and boxed his ears. 
David grabbed her from behind, attempting to restrain her. 
He managed to pin her arms at her sides and protect his 
brother by sandwiching Tami between their bodies. She 
squirmed to free herself but to no avail.

"Tami, calm down," Dave said. "The fight's been and done, 
over."

"Then let me up." Tami wiggled and bucked her ass.

"Please don't let her go," Daryl interjected. The pair 
looked at the smarmy grin plastered on his bloody face. 
"Her nipples are digging into my skin and I think I like 
it."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh -GOD-."

Dave shifted his weight experimentally. "Yeah...I see what 
you mean, Dare. I'm getting a stiffy myself." The rocking 
against her ass pushed her front hard into the man beneath 
her and she felt the obvious arousal along her belly.

"You two are totally twisted, you know that?" Tami informed 
them. The brothers shared their laughter. "Gimme a little 
space, 'kay Dave?" He took some of his weight off her back 
and she moved her knees to rest astride Daryl. Her juncture 
cradled Daryl's bulge in a soothing heat. She rested the 
side of her face under his chin and started sliding her 
body up and down his while David dry humped her derriere.

Two sets of hands eased under her top, caressing the soft, 
nipped-in waist. A telepathic signal passed between the 
twins and they rubbed their covered cocks hard against the 
lithe, feminine form caught in the middle. Dave pushed down 
when Daryl thrust up and worked in unison to get Tami and 
themselves to cum. Being the cream in the center of a 
cookie felt deliciously wicked, especially when the outer 
wafers were two of the hottest hunks in the state of 
Kansas.

Much to Tami's disappointment, she climaxed and felt the 
warm liquid seeping out her cunt. The guys weren't far 
behind, each one shoving along her jeans a final time. Dave 
dropped onto his back and gasped feverishly while Daryl 
wrapped his long arms around the woman on top of him. Tami 
slid off her human matters, panting and landing between the 
twins. Both had noticeable wet spots spreading across the 
flies of their shorts as Tami placed a hand on either 
groin. "I'm glad I could come between you two," she sighed.

End part 4

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Editor's Postscript: Boy - even MY verbose, sesquipedal and 
loquacious personal vocabulary is getting some expansion 
here! Dancer dug every title she's used for the Alphabet 
Game out of her thick and well appointed copy of Webster's, 
so I'm fairly confident she's using every word correctly; 
if you want to take issue, you'd better be able to cite a 
source I can find in a college library... :)