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From: "Deja User" <empath69@my-deja.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Alphabet Game: Old Nick"{Dancer}(MF humor)
Date: Mon, 30 Apr 2001 13:10:02 -0400
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{ASSM}"Alphabet Game: Old Nick"{Dancer}(MF humor)


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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 
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:             <empath69@my-deja.com>  
(Wow, I'm not just an author, now I'm an AGENT, too!  ;)


Editor's Note: Here it is - part fifteen 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 (15/26)
Old Nick (the devil or Satan)
Copyright Dancer 2001

Roger glanced at the pixie figure of Satan perched on his 
right shoulder. "Go on," Satan urged. "No one will know."

"-I'll- know," said a similar but angelic pixie on Roger's 
left shoulder. She shook a finger at Roger. "Don't you dare 
do it, Rog."

Satan twitched his pointy red tail. "Jealous, babycakes?"

"No I'm not!" Angel retorted, her feathers ruffled. "And 
don't call me baby-cakes!"

Satan raised his hands in mock surrender. "Take a chill. 
I'm just doing my job as Roger-Doger's id."

Roger sighed and shut his eyes as he rolled back to his 
side of the bed. He pinched the bridge of his nose, hoping 
the personifications of his id and conscience would go 
away. If he'd had any inkling these two would appear the 
moment he tried to go down on his slumbering wife, he never 
would have let the thought enter his mind.

Satan nudged Roger's earlobe with his pitchfork. "Don't 
give up now, Rog! Put ol' goody-two-shoes out of your 
mind." Satan's voice lower a seductive notch. "Em won't 
care once you get her all hot and bothered."

Angel poofed next to Satan and boxed his ears. "You 
heathen! Emily would much rather her dear, devoted husband 
wait until she was properly awake before he performed oral 
sex on her. Of that, I'm certain!"

"All prim and proper, are we?" Satan taunted as he snatched 
Angel's halo floating above her head and set it above his 
own at a rakish tilt.

"Give that back!" Angel cried and tried vainly to snatch 
her halo back, inadvertently rubbing her covered bosom 
against Satan.

He quickly grabbed her, hugged her tightly and humped 
against her body. "I like it when Angels throw themselves 
at me." Satan kissed Angel's creamy neck several times as 
she beat her fists on his arms.

"Let me go, you animal!" Angel wiggled free and 
straightened her pristine gown. Her blue eyes narrowed and 
she harumphed, "You're despicable!"

Satan stroked his black facial hair. "Ever wonder why they 
call it a goatee? Ah-lalalalalalala!" He waggled his long, 
broad tongue between the vee of two fingers. "Besides, 
you're on my turf, baby. If you can't take the heat..."

Angel brought herself up regally and shook out her flowing 
blonde hair. "I can take whatever you dish out, -baby-." 
Satan snapped his fingers and Angel found her gown gone. 
She was naked, save for her wings and hair and she gasped 
at his audacity. "Why you..."

Satan flicked his wrist. Now Angel was bent at the waist 
with Satan bedeviling her from behind, his thick rod buried 
fully up her cunt. "Heh-heh-heh. How do like it so far, 
snugglepuss? Feels good, doesn't it?"

"You beast! Your satyr! You...filthy-minded...little... 
little..." Angel protested harshly at Satan's treatment 
before losing her train of thought.

"Little what?" he asked with a smarmy grin. Satan pounded 
feverishly against Angel's pussy, keeping her from 
answering his question coherently.

"Uh-uh-uh-uh," Angel croaked, her face flushed with 
embarrassment and delight.

"'Little Uh-uh-uh'. Never heard that one before."

Angel flung over one shoulder, "Shut up and fuck me harder! 
I'm almost there!"

"Oooo, Angel said the f-word. Wait 'til God hears about 
this!" Satan leaned against her wings, bringing his red-
tipped fingers to her dangling breasts and pinching the 
hard peaks.

Her blue eyes widened as far as possible. "-OH-MY-GOD-!" 
Angel felt her vagina tighten around Satan's cock, gripping 
his flesh in a stranglehold as she flew over the precipice. 
Her white-feathered wings buffeted against Satan's face and 
he received a mouth full of down.

"Ptooey, ptooey," he said as he spit the feathers out. 
"Damn girl, those things are dangerous." Satan pulled his 
still hard shaft out of Angel and snapped his fingers. Once 
again, she was dressed in her flowing white gown and 
standing erect. Her cheeks were stained pink, making Satan 
smile with satisfaction. He picked off the halo and placed 
it over Angel's pretty golden hair. "There. You look just 
like an angel, Angel."

End part 15
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Editor's Postscript: Okay, I'd have put a 'humor' tag up 
there, but most of Dancer's stories qualify for that to 
some extent!  

And this reminds me of something I've seen recently - 
another story...can't remember exactly what it was about, 
though...had something to do with angels and devils, tho.
>:)



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