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{ASSM}"Alphabet Game: Impede"{Dancer}(MF cons)


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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, 
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 
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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 email 
account: <empath69@hotmail.com> 
(Wow, I'm not just an author, now I'm an AGENT, too! ;)


Editor's Note: Here it is - part nine 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 (9/26)
Impede

Copyright Dancer 2001

The door slammed closed behind him. "There. Now neither one 
of us can walk away this time. Tell me what the hell you're 
doing here."

"To have an affair, why else?" his wife shot back.

"With who?"

"None of your goddamned business."

He jerked her to face him. "The fuck it ain't! You're my 
wife, for Christ's sake!" He shook her hard. "Tell me the 
asshole's name, Patty, tell me."

"Evan."

"Yes?"

"Evan."

"What?" he demanded. "Stop dicking around and give me the 
name."

"You don't understand," Patty cried.

"Understand what?"

"The asshole is you. I made the anonymous call about me 
being here. I knew you'd come. You can't stand publicity, 
can you, Evan?" She swiped at the tears trailing down her 
cheeks. "I planned on seducing you, showing you with my 
body that losing the baby wasn't your fault." She curled 
into his arms and stroked her husband's face tenderly. "The 
miscarriage was tough enough. I couldn't lose you, too." 
Evan moved his jaw against her palm, his heart near 
bursting with love for his wife. Patty's hushed voice 
cascaded over him. "Give me another baby, Evan, please."

"Here?"

"Now." Patty ripped his button-down shirt apart and tangled 
her fingers in the mat of salt-and-pepper hair dusting his 
pectorals. Her mouth found one flat nipple, suckling the 
tiny nubbin erect. He fumbled with his gun belt, zipper and 
jockeys until his penis was liberated to her touch. Evan 
rested Patty on the upholstered seat and stripped her naked 
from the waist down. She spread her thighs and welcomed him 
into the cradle of her moist womanhood.

The coupling was short and deliberate, each taking 
satisfaction where they could. Patty rained kisses over 
Evan's crown while he laved and kneaded her breasts and 
nipples. He thrust deep against her womb with every stroke 
and she bucked her hips in contradiction to him. She 
shuddered beneath him as he pumped his seed, quickening her 
with a second child. When the husband and wife finished 
climaxing, they embraced each other and the forgiveness 
offered.

Patty found her voice and whispered in Evan's ear, "Okay, 
smart guy. How are we going to get out of the back seat of 
your squad car?"

End part 9



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Editor's Postscript: Ah, classic 'Dancer style' - sucks you 
right in at the start with "What's going on?" on your lips, 
and by the end you're thinking "AH! That's why..." - 
obviously my wife paid attention to the talk about 
foreshadowing in school. Would that *I* was this good. :)

And I AM getting more terse in my coding - I left out 'preg'
and 'rom' - the former might have scared off some people, 
and the latter (though romance is integral to the plot) 
would have spoiled the surprise.:)