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Subject: {ASSM} The Fabulous Four and a dog (Mf, Ff, mf, ff, inc, con)
Date: Fri,  6 Apr 2001 21:10:06 -0400
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THE FABULOUS FOUR
                                   (AND DOG)

                         THE ADVENTURE OF THE WHITE PAPER

Franny looked over the school fence at the daises and buttercups, 
white and gold, highlighting the lush green grass. A rabbit, nose 
twitching in the air, waited for a moment then hopped gaily 
across the field. Franny smiled as she watched the fluffy bunny. 
With a graceful spring rabbit hopped again, and landed on an 
anti-personnel mine.


BOOM!

'Ah well' Franny thought, as she picked blood-wet fur from her 
hair, 'shouldn't have run across the school minefield.' She 
turned and skipped gaily toward the main school buildings.


That evening Franny had difficulty getting to sleep. She was SO 
excited about tomorrow - School Hols - at last. She would see 
Dirk and Woolian, and cousin Nigella again (oh and Himmy the 
dog). School Hols - WOW. Long summer days, picnics and (she 
shuddered a bit and huddled a little further under her covers) 
maybe AN ADVENTURE! Franny turned over, wished she could get to 
sleep, if only the Upper Sixth would stop torturing the first 
form, their screams would stop, and she could get to sleep at 
last.


Finally, Franny could see the cottage on the cliff top. She had 
been so excited when she got off the train that she hadn't waited 
for Mummy to come to meet her, but had walked straight home; 
after all, it was only twenty miles - nothing for a strapping 
young girl like herself. Franny skipped along the marsh path, 
through the briars and nettles up to the motorway that ran behind 
their cliff top cottage. 'I must be brave' she thought 'I've been 
on absolutely LOADS of adventures, so a motorway is nothing. Ha 
to the cars, Ha to the lorrys - I'm one of the FABULOUS FOUR (oh 
yes and the dog).' Franny skipped gaily across the six-lane 
ribbon of death and jumped lightly over the 8-foot tall razor 
wire fence. "Mummy! Mummy!" She called as she skipped in through 
the kitchen door. "Mummy I'm home for the HOLS!"


"Oooh Arrr" said Mrs McTavish, their Welsh cook. "Yer mother in 
the lounge she be Oooh Arr." "Oh thank you Cooky" Franny said 
with a smile, she was SUCH a polite girl. "Arrr you to yer mother 
go, I'll call off the police who be searching for thee."


Franny ran to the lounge. Her Mummy and Daddy were looking at the 
pale of thick greasy black smoke that hung over the motorway. 
"What do you think happened, Lizzy?" She heard her father say. 
"Hello Mummy; Hello Daddy" Franny called as she skipped gaily 
into the large airy room. "That's what happened." Mummy and daddy 
said together. "Er, um hello; er Hanny?" Said Daddy, teasing her 
as usual. "Oh Daddy... You're such a card! I'm FRANNY - Fanny 
with an R; FRANNY - " Franny giggled. Mummy and Daddy smiled, 
faintly, "Yes, of course, with an R; silly me." Said Daddy. "Yes" 
said Mummy "Why don't you and the other girl; the strange one, go 
upstairs and unpack while Daddy and I get Cooky to make us a 
lovely healthy tea." Mummy continued edging behind the sofa as 
she blew Franny a kiss. "Oh is Nigella here already, how SUPER. 
I'll go and see her at once." They heard as Franny ran out of the 
room.


Franny looked around for Nigella, her cousin. Nigella didn't like 
being a girl and was always proving that SHE was as good as any 
boy, at anything. She could swim, run, jump and gut a pig as well 
as any boy. Finally, Franny found Nigella unpacking in Franny's 
bedroom. "Hello Nigella" Franny said as she entered the room. 
Nigella grabbed Franny by the back of her neck and dragged the 
smaller girl toward her. "Ggggrrrrr..." Nigella sounded from the 
back of her throat, looking Franny directly in the eye. Nigella 
locked her lips onto Franny's and her tongue thrust into Franny's 
mouth. 'Oh Nigella DOES take this boy thing a bit too far' 
thought Franny. Nigella broke the kiss and looked her cousin up 
and down. With another growl she ripped open Franny's blouse, 
scattering buttons around the room. "BRA" Nigella grunted 
accusingly. "Alright, silly. I'll take it off. You know that 
GIRLS do wear bras all the time," Franny said. As Franny reached 
behind her Nigella took hold of the front of the offending 
article and, with little apparent effort, ripped the bra right 
off Franny." "Oh you ARE impatient, silly you," said Franny as 
she rubbed the burn marks on her skin. Nigella wasn't listening 
as she had her lips locked onto Franny's left nipple and was 
sucking furiously. 'Its NICE to know that some people don't 
change,' thought Franny as she patted Nigella's head.


Franny and Nigella came into the dining room. Cooky had laid the 
table. There were eggs, fried and devilled, chips, steaks, chops, 
thick black pudding and garlic blood-sausage, bacon - its fat 
thick and crispy. Beef and lamb joints at either end of the 
groaning table were matched with mashed potatoes thick with 
cream. A large bowl of roast potatoes nestling in a pool of beef 
dripping fought for space amongst the loaded tureens. A small 
bowl of grey vegetables, boiled until the last vitamin had given 
in, was on one side. Cream cakes and trifles, cheese and butter 
biscuits waited for dessert. "Ooo YUMMY!" said Franny and Nigella 
together. "But there's SO much. If only the boys were here" said 
Franny sadly. "Gggggrrrrr" said Nigella. Suddenly the door burst 
open. "SURPRISE!" cried Dirk and Woolian.


"Oh Dirk, Oh Woolian, you're here!" cried Franny and she hugged 
Dirk. She looked at her older brother. The skin grafts were 
working on his left cheek (after he was burned during 'The 
Adventure Of The Missing Plutonium'), and his longer hair almost 
covered his missing ear (which was bitten off by a crocodile 
during 'The Adventure Of The Rabid Rodents Of Rutland). As she 
held his hand Franny hardly noticed the three missing fingers 
('The Adventure Of The Nuneaton Nuns', 'The Adventure Of The 
Perilous Piranhas' and 'The Adventure Of The Resurrected Rapist') 
and his glass eye matched his real eye perfectly, almost ('The 
Adventure Of The Nuclear Nightmare in Nottingham').


Franny turned to Woolian, her oldest brother. She had looked up 
to him for as long as she could remember (it had been quiet 
unusual having a 6-foot 4-inch 4 year old brother, but she had 
grown used to him). Woolian was almost a god. So handsome it 
hurt. Golden hair and skin that shone like the sun. 250Lbs in 
weight, without an ounce of fat on his entire body, muscles 
rippled under his skin with a life of their own. He moved with a 
grace that made cats clump away in shame. Woolian has a 
'presence' that, well - it 'did things' to women, all women 
(except Franny and Nigella of course, they were family - that 
would be RUDE). Woolian grabbed Franny and kissed her, deeply. 
His tongue reaching almost to her ears. He leaned her backwards 
and thrust his hand up her skirt, a finger piercing through her 
panties and spearing deep into her vagina (While HIS presence 
didn't do anything to HER. HER presence did LOTS of things to 
HIM). 'Oh not AGAIN, I'm running out of panties, why can't he 
just move them to one side like the others do' sighed Franny 
(though she did find it comforting that Woolian still liked her).


Mummy and Daddy came in to the dining room. "Come on let's eat," 
said Daddy. Mummy looked at Woolian, "Gggggrrrrrrrr" said Mummy 
as she undid the top button of her blouse. They all sat down and 
the children dug into the piles of food, meanwhile Cooky brought 
in a light salad each for Mummy and Daddy. Mummy slid closer to 
Woolian as she undid two more blouse buttons. She laid her hand 
on Woolian's thigh; high on his thigh. Two more buttons were 
opened then Mummy pulled off her blouse. "Lizzy" said Daddy as he 
reached over to pull up her blouse, Mummy back-handed him 
casually and then flipped open the catch of her bra. Topless now, 
Mummy pushed Woolian back in his seat and sat astride him. Dirk 
and Franny were used Woolian having this effect on women and got 
on with their tea. Nigella moved over behind Mummy and, reaching 
around her, grabbed Mummy's breasts while kissing and nibbling 
her neck. Woolian finished a mouthful of beef, "Oh Mummy, not 
while I'm having my tea" he said, smiling. He leaned forward and 
whispered in her ear "Come and see me later." Then he tweaked her 
nipples. Mummy collapsed in a juddering orgasmic heap, supported 
only by Nigella's hold on her breasts. "Put Mummy down Nigella" 
Woolian said. Nigella obeyed immediately. Woolian was a very 
grown up kind of boy, why; even adults listened to him.


As they ate their tea Woolian told the FOUR (Oh and the dog under 
the table) his plans for the holidays. They were going to tour in 
a REAL horse draw caravan! 'OH dear thought Franny, this sounds 
like the start of another ADVENTURE.' She leaned closer to Daddy 
for comfort. Daddy put his arm around his youngest daughter and 
gave her a hug and a reassuring smile (while sliding his hand 
inside her blouse to grope her tits). Woolian continued, Daddy 
had evicted a widow and her family of 8 starving children because 
she had owed him three weeks back rent. Uncle Perry, the local 
magistrate had heard the eviction case and thrown the debtor onto 
the street with a stern admonishment for her to pay her way in 
future, and not to burden the honest members of the community. 
"Hear hear!" said Franny and Dirk, Nigella grunted her agreement. 
Daddy stood up and moved to stand behind Franny, his hands on her 
shoulders. Franny looked up at him with love and admiration in 
her eyes. "I had the caravan fumigated and repainted. It's now 
worth over  100,000; so try not to bash it about too much," said 
Daddy. They all laughed, even Mummy, who was kneeling in front of 
Woolian with her head bobbing up and down in his lap. 'Maybe 
Woolian's hurt himself and Mummy's kissing him better,' thought 
Franny. 'Yes that would be it; Mummy's SO kind to us all.' Franny 
patted Daddy's hands as they warmed and massaged her breasts.


Franny had trouble getting to sleep that night. Her mind was 
awash with thoughts of the holiday. A REAL Romany caravan - gosh, 
how exciting. A small part of her mind was concerned, this was 
the stuff that ADVENTURES were made of, she huddled further down 
into her bed, Bashing against Nigella who lay between Franny's 
legs, head buried in Franny's crotch. "Oh Nigella, stop that and 
go to sleep." Franny said, smiling down at her cousin, Nigella 
was SO silly. Soon Franny was lulled to sleep by the slurping 
sounds from Nigella deep beneath the covers.


The next morning Franny woke early, pushed Nigella away from her 
crotch and showered (being careful with her waterlogged vagina) 
and went down to breakfast. Cooky had worked her usual magic and 
the table was groaning with their breakfast. Fried eggs and 
bacon, ham and kidneys, piles of fried bread stood next to deep 
bowls full of butter. Jugs of thick cream stood ready for use. 
"Hello Mummy" said Franny as mummy came into the room. 'Umm some 
things wrong with Mummy' thought Franny. Mummy walked, bow-legged 
to her chair. Her pale face, showed up the deep black lines under 
her eyes. Mummy kept muttering to herself 'all night - ALL night' 
and 'like being slapped in the stomach with a bucket of boiling 
custard' and '14 inches; FOURTEEN'. 'Yes' thought Franny, 'Mummy 
didn't have a very good nights sleep.' Franny was very observant 
like that. Franny, being the kind girl as she was, got Mummy her 
breakfast, a small bowl of muesli with a little yoghurt, and put 
it in front of Mummy. "Thick as my arm" said Mummy, then smiled 
weekly and, as Franny turned away, tipped forward and collapsed 
face down into her bowl, snoring loudly. Woolian strode into the 
room, positively glowing, a picture of radiant health. Dirk 
hopped in still bolting on his left leg ('The Adventure Of The 
Scrap-Merchant of Sunderland') and plugging in the battery 
charger for his artificial heart ('The Adventure Of The Welsh 
Washerwoman of Washington'). "Good morning everyone" said 
Woolian. "This is the BBC radio news at 7 o'clock" said Dirk as 
he tried to get his radio voice box tuned in correctly.


After they had eaten every scrap of food laid before them (for 
they would NEVER let food go to waste - just think of all the 
starving children in Cleethorpes), and helped Cooky clear the 
table and wash the dishes. They started loading the caravan. Dirk 
and Nigella ran gaily to and fro, bringing their luggage and 
personal things for Franny to put away. Franny loved doing the 
housewifely things, and as soon as Woolian got off her, she was 
going to get dressed then put all the things away. Franny filled 
the cupboard one by one, though she absolutely REFUSED to allow 
Dirk to bring his mobile rocket launcher inside. It would have to 
go on top of the caravan, together with Woolian's anti-tank 
mines.


Finally the caravan was packed and the FABULOUS FOUR (oh yes and 
the dog) waved good bye to Mummy and Daddy. Franny watched them 
disappear into the distance. 'They ALWAYS have a dance when we 
leave' thought Franny. 'They must need cheering up so much, poor 
things.'


"I hope the FABULOUS FOUR (Oh and the dog) are ready because I 
smell an ADVENTURE in the air" said Woolian (who was never ever 
wrong about these things). 'Oh dear' Thought Franny, another 
adventure, and I'm littler than the others, not as brave as they 
are. Oh I do hope that I don't fuck things up.'


Part two is in the pipeline :)


Please send comments to raven_soule@mailandnews.com


(C) Copyright Karen Souleman 2000

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