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Subject: {ASSM} Fairies 01: Karen and Tina at Play <*> {Georgie Porgie} (gg pedo play exhib)
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         Don't skip over this disclaimer!  It's important!

      This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www 

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"If the First Amendment means anything, it means that a state has no
business telling a man, sitting alone in his own house, what books he
may read or what films he may watch."  -- Justice Thurgood Marshall 

Never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A STORY
because you're under some stupid arbitrary age that changes from country
to country, and year to year.  But if you're under the stupid arbitrary
age at the particular time and place you read this, keep quiet about it. 

And never let anyone try to tell you that you're not allowed to READ A
STORY because some people currently in power in the place you live (no
matter if that's your country or your home) have decided THEY don't like
to read what YOU like to read.  But if they've 'banned' this story, then
keep quiet about it reading it. 

The author does not condone abuse of any person, by any other person,
regardless of the ages, genders, heritage, or political or biological
relationships between any of the persons involved.  Abuse includes any
activity done without the willing participation of everyone directly
involved, unless done to prevent other abuse under this definition.
But it also includes using force or threats to interfere in, disrupt,
or prevent the activities of others NOT committing abuse under this
definition, by others who are NOT directly involved.  Any person guilty
of abuse under this definition should be arrested to prevent such abuse. 

"There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.  Books
are well written or badly written.  That is all."  -- Oscar Wilde 

Fantasies are fantasies, and are not real life.  This story is a FANTASY
and if it involves abuse of anyone by anyone else, then nobody should
act that way in real life, nor tolerate anyone else acting that way in
real life.  But neither should anyone object, in real life, to anyone
else's FANTASIES, let alone try to justify real-life abuse because of
them.  In over 30 years of reading and writing stories like this, the
author has NEVER hurt any real person, nor tolerated anyone else doing
so.  Enjoying FANTASIES like this DOES NOT and NEED NOT not make anyone
a monster in real life. 

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This story is Copyrighted (C) by Georgie Porgie.  All rights reserved.
It may be FREELY reposted to any appropriate newsgroup providing all the
following conditions are met: 

1. This header remains attached to the story unchanged.
2. The full disclaimers below remain unchanged.
3. The subject line is unchanged, allowing potential readers to decide
  to avoid the story if they wouldn't like it.
4. The story is posted unaltered, either by addition or deletion. 

People who flood the newsgroup with a hundred stories, none of which
have story codes, are obnoxious morons wasting the time of everyone
reading the group, and providing nothing of value.  I don't want any
of my stories to be posted by obnoxious morons. 

It may be FREELY archived on any appropriate web site providing all the
following conditions are met: 

1. The web site links ONLY to: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
  rather than rudely BYPASSING all of the descriptions and disclaimers
  that would otherwise be required.
or
1. The web site provides FREE access to the story without restriction
  (including, but not limited to, 'registration' or charging a fee),
2. The link title includes enough description to allow readers to decide
  to avoid the story if they wouldn't like it, and
3. The reader is required to SEE, if not read, the full disclaimers and
  description prior to deciding whether to read the story, just like it
  is on the aforementioned author's web site.
4. The story is archived unaltered, either by addition or deletion. 

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Chapter one of this FANTASY involves two girls, Karen and Tina,
somewhere between six and nine years old, playing and having fun in
the afternoon. That's all.  There isn't actually any sex, not really. 

I wrote this first chapter after reading fifty other stories that I
found worthless.  After having read the opening line in fifty other
forms in fifty stories I hated, I felt an overwhelming urge to see the
opening line used in a story that I actually LIKED for a change.  Don't
stop reading until you've at least read the second line, no matter how
badly the first line disgusts you!  If you're NOT disgusted by the first
line, you may as well stop there, as it's the only enjoyment you'll get
from this story. 

Oh, try a Google Advanced Search for "like a freight train" on domain
"asstr-mirror.org" and see what you find, soometime.  Keep a bag handy. 

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                               Fairies 

                           by GeorgiePorgie
                              2 May 1998 


                  Chapter 1: Karen and Tina at Play 

    "I'M CUMMMING!!!  OH OH OH I'M CUMMING!! OHH HERE I CUMMMMMMMMM!!
I'M CUMMING LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN!!" the lady shrieked, her size 48D
boobs wobbling and bouncing grotesquely. 

    "Eww, gross!" Karen recoiled.  "Shut it off!  Shut that thing off!
I'm sure glad my chest doesn't look like that!"  She held her arms out
in front of her and leaned back, as if trying to hold up monsterous bags
of flesh bulging out of her body.  "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she mocked the screen,
and burst into uncontrollable giggles. 

    Tina vigorously nodded her agreement, and snatched up the controls
to the VCR. 

    "OH!!!  STUFF YOUR STEEL-HARD HOT-ROD UP MY HOT JUICY LOVE-CHANNEL!!
OHHHH!!!!  OHH!! I'M CUMMING AGAIN, I'M CUMM-" 

    Tina had mercifully found the mute button.  The silence was golden.
She kept hitting buttons, trying to find the right one to kill the image
as well.  "What's that stuff smeared all over her lips?" she asked her
best friend. 

    "Toothpaste," Karen told her.  "Unless you mean the slobber running
down her chin." 

    "No, toothpaste is green," Tina countered.  "That stuff is red,
like blood." 

    "Well, then it must be blood toothpaste!" Karen giggled.  "Whatever
it is, it sure is ugly.  And it looks like she's got a black eye, too." 

    "Yea, two of 'em," Tina agreed.  "And look what she did to her
ears.  How gross!"  Up on the screen, the cow kept bobbing up and down,
the rocks and metal suspended from holes in her earlobes jangling like
windchimes in an earthquake.  Tina ran her finger along a row of buttons
on the control, and the VCR finally shut off.  The tape slid out. 

    Karen took it delicately in between her thumb and forefinger, and
pulled it out, holding it at arm's length while holding her nose with
her other hand.  Tina put her hand over her nose, put her other hand on
Karen's shoulder, and they paraded down the hall together, to the master
bedroom, chanting, "We're coming like a freight train!  We're coming
like a freight train!  Woo! Wooooooo!" 

    By the time they made it to the bedroom, they were too full of
giggles to keep up the chant.  Karen tossed the tape back onto the top
shelf in the closet where they'd found it, and they ran out the back
door, chasing and tickling each other. 

    "Want to go swimming?" Karen asked. 

    "Yea!" Tina eagerly agreed.  "I'll turn on the water for you."  She
ran over to the house faucet while Karen pulled the other end of the
hose over to the old bathtub resting on boards between the flower garden
and the swingset.  "Ready?" she called. 

    "Let 'er rip!" Karen shouted back.  She held the hose over the tub
and waited for the blast.  When it came, she moved her finger over the
end of the hose and sprayed water back and forth into the tub, making it
foam up and dance around merrily.  Tina waited by the faucet.  "That's
enough!" Karen eventually announced, and the flow stopped.  She dropped
the hose.  "Last one in's a rotten egg!" she laughed, and reached down
to pull her dress up over her head. 

    "No fair!  You always do that!" Tina objected, trying to pull her
own dress off while high-stepping through the middle of the flower
garden, the most direct path.  Jerking it off her arms, she tossed it
aside into the flowers and ran faster.  The sun dress fell across a tall
stand of zinnias, and lay drooping miserably, as if already missing the
touch of the soft warm little girl's body it was meant to hold. 

    Karen already had her panties down to her ankles.  She sat on the
end of the tub and raised her left leg, pulling it free.  She kicked
her right foot, sending her panties flying.  They hit Tina square in the
face as she approached, intent on getting her own panties down without
stumbling.  Karen giggled and leaned back, holding her arms and legs out
wide.  She fell back into the tub with a smile, the sort of smile that
on a little girl always boasts 'betcha ya can't not love me!' 

    Tina freed her head from Karen's panties, and bent over to free her
legs from her own.  Naked at last, she hopped over the edge of the tub
and splashed in.  She scooped up a double handful of water and tossed it
at her friend.  Karen retaliated immediately, and within minutes, the
girls had the tub half empty again. 

    "Let's play on the swings!" Karen suggested.  She stood and stepped
out of the tub. 

    Tina, always the follower in the friendship because she was a year
younger than Karen, threw one last handful of water, then rose from the
tub, her long brown hair dripping, sticking to her back and her chest.
She collected it in her arms, pulling it behind her head, her elbows up
and wide as she faced the sun.  Her ribs stood out on her pale chest as
she held her wet hair in one hand and squeezed a stream of water from it
with the other.  "Braid me?" she asked. 

    Karen moved behind Tina and began working the hair in and out, in
and out, making a long braid between her friend's delicate shoulder
blades, on down the middle of her back, and finishing up with a small
tuft of hair laying lightly between Tina's softly rounded bare bottom
cheeks.  "I don't have anything to hold it," she apologized. 

    "That's alright, it's good enough for now," Tina decided.  "It
tickles my bottom, when I move my head.  See?"  She moved her head
forward and back, tickling herself awhile.  Envious, Karen watched,
wishing her own hair hadn't been cut so short. 

    "Now me," Karen commanded.  "I want pigtails this time."  She
turned her back on Tina and gathered her own shoulder-length blond hair
on either side of her head, twisting it in each hand.  "Look at me, I'm
a scarecrow!" she laughed, and struck a pose with her arms out wide, a
hank of hair in each hand, her right knee raised at a silly angle.  Tina
giggled and began to braid the left side.  Karen held the pose as long
as she could, then lowered her knee back down and stood with her legs
apart, letting Tina work. 

    "Yours aren't going to stay unless we get something for them," Tina
warned.  "I have an idea.  Stay there and hold them a bit!"  She passed
the ends of the braids into Karen's hands and ran to the wooden fence
that separated Karen's back yard from her own.  She ducked and turned
sideways and slipped through a narrow opening. 

    "Hey!" Karen called, as she saw her friend's bottom disappear from
sight.  Tina didn't answer, so Karen stood and waited, still holding her
braids out in her hands.  She felt chilly from the water evaporating off
her naked body, and shivered.  She didn't have long to wait, before Tina
popped through the opening, her hands full of weeds. 

    "This should do it," Tina declared, running back up to Karen, "but
I'll have to figure out how."  She dropped the bundle at Karen's feet
and extracted a long thin vine.  Small white flowers ornamented the vine
at irregular intervals.  She experimented, tying it into a knot, looping
it around Karen's braid.  She pulled it tight and broke off the rest.
"That's one," she said, and circled around to Karen's other side with
the remainder of the vine.  She tied it likewise.  "Hold still!" she
insisted, reaching up with another strand of the flowering vine.  She
wound it through Karen's hair, and stood back to admire her work.  "You
look like a fairy princess!" she announced, well pleased. 

    "And you look like a fairy yourself," Karen noticed, gazing up and
down at Tina's slender bareness.  "You can be my fairy godmother!"  The
two girls broke out giggling again, and ran around the yard, leaping and
dancing, carefree and joyful.  If there had been any fairies watching
Karen and Tina play, they surely would have sulked in envy of the girls'
beauty. 

    Karen ran to the swingset and stood by the climbing bars at the end,
gesturing for Tina to follow.  "Help me up," she asked, putting a hand
on Tina's shoulder and raising her foot high.  Tina bent her knee and
let Karen use it as a step.  Karen raised her other foot high and hooked
it over the bar.  Tina pushed Karen's bottom at the right time, so Karen
could get her other knee over the bar.  Karen reached down and lent a
helping hand as Tina climbed up the side. 

    Tina's delicate slender body enabled her to reach the bar with less
help, but she didn't stop to sit.  She hooked both knees over the bar,
held it with both hands, and swung backwards.   Spreading her legs apart
she hooked the tops of her feet against the posts.  She released her
hands from the bar and hung upside-down.  Looking up at Karen looking
down at her, she waved and smiled.  "Hey Karen!  You're upside-down!"
she laughed. 

    "You are!" Karen retorted, wishing that she had Tina's skills at
climbing.  She reached out a hand and threatened to tickle Tina in her
most ticklish place.  She wiggled her fingers menacingly, holding them
far enough in front of Tina so she could see them. 

    "You wouldn't dare!" Tina squealed, and quickly grabbed the bar
with both hands just in case Karen dared. 

    Karen waited until Tina had a good grip, then she dared.  Her hand
came down and she wriggled her fingers against Tina's most sensitive
spot, making Tina squirm and gasp.  Tina grabbed the post urgently, and
quickly pulled herself up so she could get her legs together again.
Karen's hand kept dancing across Tina's body, tingling and exciting her,
making her twitch and giggle, until Tina leapt down from the bar, out of
reach. 

    "Can't get me now!" Tina teased. 

    "Oh yes I can!" Karen challenged back, sliding off the bar herself.
The two girls took off, running naked across the yard, around beside the
house, and out toward the street.  Karen was so intent on catching Tina
that she didn't notice the boys across the street, watching the girls
run across the front yard, until it was too late.  "Eeek!" she screamed,
and tried to cover her bare body in four places with only two hands.
She gave up on covering her tiny pink breasts, and ran awkwardly after
Tina, blushing in embarassment. 

    Running normally, but looking back with a grin, Tina disappeared
around the other side of the house, long before Karen could catch up
with her.  When Karen got to the back yard again, Tina waited by the
swingset, her hand over her mouth, vainly trying to stifle her giggles. 

    "You did that on purpose!" Karen accused. 

    "Sure did," Tina admitted.  "Fun, wasn't it?" 

    Karen's reply stopped in her throat.  She thought a second.  She
slowly smiled.  "Yea, I guess it was.  Want to do it again?" 

    The girls giggled, and danced merrily together down the path
leading to the front yard, looking for all the world like mischievious
little fairies.  Only prettier. 

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      This and other stories by Georgie Porgie can be found at:
                http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/GeorgiePorgie/www
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