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From: "Deja User" <empath69@my-deja.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Alphabet Game: Squirt Gun" {Dancer} (FF toys)
Date: Wed,  2 May 2001 09:10:04 -0400
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Okay, folks - sorry there's only one story posted today, instead 
of the three I'd said.  But (drumroll, please)...

EMPATH GOT A JOB!!!!!!!!!!

<sigh> Yep, after *four*months* of sending out resumes, filling 
out applications, hoping beyond hope - and a couple bouts of abject 
despair - my job-hunting has finally paid off.  

So sadly, I won't have the same amount of free time to be pumping 
out stories (not that I've been writing much lately, anyway - but you 
know what I mean:), and you'll just have to settle for a single 
'letter' a weekday now.  But soon, if all goes well (touch wood, cross 
fingers) I'll get my own ISP and will have access beyond when the 
owner of this PC is at work.:)

Best wishes to all, especially those who have taken the effort to 
praise Dancer on her lovely work!

Empath "so this is what it feels like to smile", husband of Dancer

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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 nineteen 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 (19/26)
Squirt Gun
Copyright Dancer 2001

Sue and Lisa chased each other around the tiny yard, armed 
with water pistols. They quickly turned their dry, cotton 
tank tops to clingy, wet erection-getters. What started out 
as car washing turned into a sexfest. Lisa's brown eyes 
were glued to Sue's jiggling tits and she licked her lips 
in anticipation of tasting them. Lisa crooked her index 
finger. "Sue, c'mere."

Her girlfriend jogged over, making her boobs bounce as she 
did. Sue raised her arms above her head and stretched, 
forcing her breasts further out. "Did you want something, 
honey?"

"Oh yeah," Lisa purred. She dragged Sue into her embrace 
and wrapped her lips around one pert nipple. Lisa sucked 
hard, then nibbled at the bit of flesh. Sue moaned softly 
and began tweaking Lisa's nips lightly. Lisa switched tits 
and paid homage to the second peak. The women stayed like 
this for a few minutes until Lisa pulled away.

Sue tugged her face up and they kissed with open mouths and 
roving tongues. "Let's fuck each other with our squirt 
guns."

"Yeah!" They raced over to the water spigot and filled 
their weapons to overflowing. Sue stripped off her shorts 
and panties, then lay down on the wet grass. Lisa copied 
Sue and crawled on top, 69 style. Both inserted their guns 
up the other's cunt and started fucking. Lisa flickered her 
tongue over Sue's clit while Sue bit onto the ring piercing 
her lover's marble and tugged.

Lisa's snub-nosed revolver couldn't go up Sue very far so 
Lisa pulled it out and rubbed the barrel over Sue's 
puckered rear hole. Sue jerked beneath Lisa at the touch. 
Lisa slipped her gun passed the tight sphincter muscle, 
pushing until the trigger guard rested snugly against Sue's 
crack. Lisa returned to licking pussy and sucking clit and 
wondered what Sue was up to.

The barrel of the faux nine-millimeter fit neatly up Lisa's 
twat. Sue plunged her weapon deeply, pulled out completely 
and rammed it back inside. Lisa was starting to shudder 
above her. Sue clamped her mouth onto the clit before her, 
rolling the nubbin between her lips and yanking on the ring 
with her tongue.

Knowing her orgasm was near Lisa jammed her thumb in Sue's 
pussy and pressed the perineum to block off the gun barrel. 
Lisa twitched violently and cried out, "Nnngggg-aaaahhh! 
Oooohh YES!" Her free hand squeezed the trigger, spraying 
water in Sue's shit chute.

Sue smothered her yelp in the moist folds of Lisa's cunt 
and fired her own gun. The water rocketed up the channel, 
douching Lisa with its coolness. Sue threw the half-empty 
pistol aside and lapped at the thinned spooge trickling 
down to her mouth. Lisa left hers inside her lover's ass as 
she cleaned up the mess she'd made of Sue's soaked slit.

End part 19

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Editor's Postscript: Hmmmm - a little weak on 
characterization; Sue and Lisa seem to be drawn straight 
from A.S.S.*'s Props department. :)  Dancer said she wasn't 
terribly eager to do this one, and it shows in the results, 
I guess. <shrug>  Not BAD, but not among her best.  This 
series of hers has shown me that you can still get a nice, 
deep story out in under five hundred words - take 'Impede'! 
:D




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