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Subject: {ASSM} Saturday in the Park {Gamera} (F/MF MC best oral)
Date: Mon, 12 Feb 2001 22:10:05 -0500
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DISCLAIMER

This is a piece of fiction. Its characters have not even
begun to contemplate such things, mostly because said
characters do not exist.  Any imagined resemblance to people
living or deceased is either the result of dementia on the
reader's part or that the reader is, in fact, a character
this story.  None of these are conditions to be proud of,
and it would not be wise to draw attention to one's self by
claiming any similarity.

It is assumed that readers of this story have the permission
of the state, mom, dad, and the pastor and are able to fully
tell the difference between real and make-believe.  If not,
move along you lookie loos. Nothing to see here. Furthermore,
the writer is aware that he is bound for hell, but welcomes
both praise or/and well thoughts out, humourous insults on his
writing skill or lack there of. Note: he already knows he
cannot spell warth shet.

The events and descriptions of this story are the sole
property of Kenny N Gamera and should not be recorded,
reposted, or profited from in anyway without express written
permission of the person hiding behind that pen name.
Reposting and free archiving may be tolerated given the
writer's name and address remains attached.  Archiving by
Deja.Com and ASSTR/ASSM is assumed and encouraged.

Thank You and Good Day,
Kenny N Gamera
turtlemeat69@hotmail.com

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Gamera


                    Saturday in the Park
                             by
                       Kenny N Gamera

The girl was playing frisbee with her dog.  She would toss the frisbee in 
the air for the dog to catch.  Usaully, the dog would let the damn thing 
land and just pick it up.  It would then prance back to her companion, but 
not to hand the frisbee back.  Instead, she would lead the hapless human in 
a short chase around the grass.

Alan could hardly tell who was enjoying the game more.

He knew he was enjoying watching them.

The dog was nothing much: the type available at any pound.  The girl was 
something else entirely.  Brunnete and fairly young, she wore a tee-shirt 
with some now obsolete cartoon cigerrette company mascot and a pair of baggy 
kakhi shorts.  Both did wonders at hidding her tits and ass from his 
inspection but still left her long, thin legs exposed.  It was summer 
(technically late spring), and Alan could suppose that he could trade a 
chance to ogle some T'n'A for a chance to check out a young college chick's 
long tan legs.

"You can tell she's been to Florida for spring break," came a voice next to 
him.  It was clearly female and familar; he turned to she Shelly next to 
him.  He shuddered a little.  Shelly did bad things to his memory.  She blew 
out a puff of smoke.  "Glad to see me Alan?"

"Uh, yeah," Alan stammered.

Shelly shook her head as she drew in a hit from her cigerrette.  "Alan, 
don't lie to me."  Her voice was calm and normal, not mock normal, really 
normal.  "You and I both know better than that."

"Yes, Shelly."

Shelly looked back at the girl and blew out another puff of smoke.  Alan 
just stared at her in confusion.  And frustration.  And...

"...and a little anger, Alan?"  She turned back at him and smiled.  "Now why 
would you be angry at me, Alan?  After all, I did you a favour."

"Some favour.  I knew what I was before, now I have no idea..."

Shelly laughed.  She clearly laughed at him even if she was watching the 
girl and dog play.  "You had no idea before, Alan.  I just gave you a clue." 
  She turned to look at him.  "Or two."

"Shelly, I..."

"You like her, Alan?"  She pointed her long cigerrette at the girl.  "Do you 
find her exciting?"

"She's alright," Alan turned to look at the girl, who tried to pull the 
frisbee from the dog's grip.

"She is more than alright, Alan."  Shelly placed her hand on his thigh and 
began to knead his leg muscle.  "You were watching her as I was watching 
you.  You were thinking about her legs and her mouth and..."

"Damn you, Shelly!  Why are you..."

"...doing this to you?  Because I can.  Because it's fun.  Because I find 
you interesting."  Her hand got to the edge of his shorts.  It went under 
that boundry like the Germans through the French.  "I usually let my toys go 
afterward, but I like you, Alan.  You're not afraid of me."

"Bullshit, I'm not.  You got me scared shitless."

Shelly hand found his already erect penis and began to rub it.  "Oh, you are 
scared alright, Alan, but you would try to fight me if you could."  Alan 
moaned at her learned touch.  "I would have a hard time breaking you down, 
Alan."  A finger started to tickle the underside of his pisshole.  He closed 
his eyes.  "I'm tried of broken people, Alan."

Her hand left his cotch, and she pointed at the girl.  "Watch, in ten 
minutes she will be a weeping quivering mass of flesh."

The dog let go of the frisbee and the girl landed on her butt.  The dog than 
ran over to the girl and they began to wrestle with each other. After a 
moment, the rough housing stopped and the girl began to scratch the dog 
behind the ears.

"The young girl is named Heather, and the dog is Misty, Alan.  Heather goes 
to your college.  She is a freshman, but still got permission to live off 
campus."

In response to the ear scratching the dog began to lick at Heather's face.  
At first, this made Heather giggle.  After a moment, she began to squirm.  
Then, her hands went to the waist band of her shorts to begin pulling out 
her tee-shirt.  Alan turned to look at Shelly.

"Alan, please watch this," Shelly said without looking away from the girl.  
"I don't want to make you watch this, but I will."

He turned in time to she the shirt pull away from her head.  Her short hair 
fell back into place quickly.  Her breast were bralessly bare.  They, also, 
pocessed the perkiness that only youthful women seem to have.  His father 
would have said that a wet overcoat could be hung on her breasts without 
them sagging.  Alan just thought, wow.

"Yes, Alan," agreed Shelly.  "They are something indeed."

Misty began to lick at the girl's neck, and she began to lower than kick 
away her shorts.  Alan looked around quickly, to be sure that no one else 
was watching this happen.  A man in a black suit and a briefcase walked by 
without even a hello.  Alan returned his attention to the scene in front of 
them.

Heather was squeezing her breasts together as Misty licked them with long 
sweeps of her tongue.  Heather clearly was enjoying the new game that she 
and her dog were playing, but she still pushed Misty away from her breasts 
and wiggled away so that Misty could move her head between her human's legs.

Misty needed now instructions from Heather; she had already learned what 
needed to be done.  Her tongue went right to work licking at the college 
student's libia and clitoris.  The dog had no great skill at this sort of 
thing, or at least so Alan imagined from what he saw.  Still, she had 
enthusium for this new duty for her master and that brute force method seem 
to be working for Heather.

Heather tossed her head back and forth as the dog licked away at her 
privates.  Alan could hear her moans from where he sat, maybe half a 
football field away.  He would have had no dificulties hearing her screams 
when she orgasmed the first time, even if he had been at the park enterence. 
  This was not good enough for Shelly, however.  Misty continued to lick at 
Heather through two more orgasms.

After this, Misty pulled away.  Heather then got to her hands and knees to 
crawl to the bench where Alan and Shelly sat.  She took a place in front of 
Alan.   She sat on her side, in a sort of sexy, tramp like pose.  Her legs 
streched away from her and then bent at the knees.  She looked at Shelly; 
Alan could see tears in her eyes.

"Why?"

Heather somehow knew as Alan had last night and the night before that this 
had something to do with Shelly.  It seemed to be the one weakness that 
Shelly's power had: people knowing that Shelly was using them.  Shelly 
seemed to enjoy that though.

"I was just showing Alan something, my dear."  Shelly waved at Alan.  
"Heather, this is my...other friend, Alan.  Say hello to Alan, Heather."

Heather looked at Alan and between sobs said her greeting.

"You see, Alan.  Heather has already given up.  She KNOWS somewhere deep 
inside that I can make her do anything I want her to.  You, Alan, still 
think that you can beat me."

"Yeah. right," Alan muttered reluctatly as he stared at Heather's teary and 
spitty face.

"Alan, I know things about you that you could only guess at.  You think that 
you will beat me."  She smiled at him.  "I think that I may give you that 
chance."

Shelly turned away from Alan to Heather.  She called the girl's name causing 
the tear stained face to turn away from Alan.  "Did you enjoy playing with 
Misty, my dear."

"Ye-Yess!" Heather bent her head in shame.  Alan could feel something in his 
head going 'see she didn't even try to lie.'

"Well, in that case, I think that Alan needs a reward for causing this to 
happen to you, don't you think so?"

Shelly reached back into Alan's shorts and pulled out his still rock hard 
penis.  She gave it a few gentle strokes with her finger tips as Heather 
adjusted herself forward towards Alan.  As a woman and a little girls 
strolled by them, Heather's mouth swallowed  Alan's penis.

Heather was young and the blowjob lacked any of the subtleties that Shelly 
or the others that he had been with the last few days had learned over time. 
  Like the cunnlingus that she had received from her pet, the blowjob that 
Heather gave him was a brute force affair.  Still, deep throat from an 
eighteen year old is still something to write home about (but not to mom), 
and Alan felt the strain of an enpending ejactculation from just the 
pressure of her throat against his penis.

As he started, Heather pulled away from him.  His orgasm shot against her 
breast and stomach in three great blasts.  Heather than went back to Misty 
who began to lick away his cum.  The last of his semen flowed in another two 
pulses out of the pisshole and down his shaft.  He felt his hand lower 
itself and scrap the liquid away.  Then, it was carried to his mouth where 
he tasted it and cringed at the familar, yet differant, taste.

"See, Alan."  Shelly turns to watch Heather slowly dress.  "I didn't even 
have to make her give you head.  She knew that I would make her do it, so 
she did it.  You wouldn't have touched your cum unless I had made you."

"By the time she is done getting dressed, this will be gone from her memory, 
for good."  Shelly got up and started to walk away.  After a few steps, she 
stopped.  She turned her head back to Alan and added,
"Heather knows you are watching her.  After Misty is tired, she will come 
over to 'ask you for a light.'  I would suggest that you do talk to her.  
She is a very nice girl."

Shelly then walked away.
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