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Subject: {ASSM} Plastic Darts (Chapter 1)
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Date: Wed, 28 Oct 2015 07:13:04 -0400
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Plastic Darts (Chapter  1)(bg;mast;incest)
 
    Thinking back on the simple  things that lead to less simple; but more 
interesting things in life.   Sometimes I think I was preconscious as a 
budding teen.  I was raised with  older sister  My sister a mommy princess type 
and I was something of a  tomboy.  I had these plastic guns that were my 
cousins.   Nothing  fancy about them, they shot  two inch hollow plastic 
bullets  at  a target long lost .  Basic in how they operated.  Spring action six  
shot revolvers.  They would be banned on so many levels now.  Back  then, 
kids still played "guns".  In lieu of using plastic bullets, they  also could 
use crayons cut down to size.  Being probably six years old and  forgotten, 
crayons were my ammo.  
    You are most likely wondering  how this could be an interesting story.  
Well, believe it or not; it had a  major impact on my life.  These six 
shooters could shoot a crayon a good  twenty feet and be pretty accurate at 
about ten feet or so.  They also  packed a pretty good impact for such a simple 
toy.  Well, as I said I found  them in the attic in an old toy chest and got 
good practicing with them,  shooting at some of my dolls.  Stand them up 
and then step back and shoot  them down.
    My youngest cousin, three of  them all boys lived in the apartment 
above us, who was five years older  then me was the actual original owner of my 
first guns.  And when he saw me  playing with them, he would sometimes 
compete with me on shooting  accuracy.  He was still good; but I of course was 
getting better and  better.  To say I idolized him would be an understatement. 
 If he did  it, I wanted to do it and better.  
    Most likely I should have  idolized my older sister instead.  But 
instead I was fascinated with my  cousin.  You are most likely wondering my age.  
I was in my first  year of; high school.  Well, rather then to talk about 
me; let me talk  about the shootout that we decided to have to see who was 
the better shot.   I goaded him into it.  So we each took a gun and hooked it 
in our  waistbands and practiced pulling them out till we found a 
comfortable  feel.  Then standing in the sun parlor doorway and my brother in the 
dining  room door way, we were going to have an "old fashioned" shootout.
    Well in spite of our practice  pulling the guns from our waistbands 
just was working, the sight getting caught  in the waistband, so we decided on 
a duel standing across the living  room.
    "One.  Two.   Three.  Fire."  Both of us firing and missing, on the 
first shot, then  as we are standing sideways, I feel the sting of his second 
shot in my side just  above my waist, my second shot going wide.  His third 
shot hitting again in  my side just under my shoulder blade and mine striking 
him also in the  side.  Out fourth shot his striking my buttock and mine 
taking him in the  side again.  The fifth one, mine missing again and his 
striking my side  high and stinging into the side of my breast.  "Sorry."  His  
apology on his lips as is a small grin.  Gently rubbing where the pointy  
head of the crayon hit the soft flesh.   Then on the word "fire",  shooting 
the last one and finding his bullet going wide and mine missing  also.
    Each of us reloading and  squaring off again.  "Let's do it facing each 
other."  His words  meeting with my approval in that he had a bigger body 
then mine and easier for  me to hit him.  Again going back and forth shooting 
one and then the  other.  My shots hitting him in the chest consistently.  
Seeing the  sting on his face as one of my pointy crayons bites into his 
nipple.  My  eyes tearing as I feel one of his find the sensitive tip of my 
nipple under my  tee shirt.
    Feeling flushed as we continue  to exchange volleys and his shot now 
more consistently finding one of my nipples  or the other.  The hard tips 
swelling and poking at the front of my tee and  giving a better target.  My 
shots still finding his torso; but scattering  as my aim is deteriorating.  
    Deciding to sit down on the  floor facing each other, legs spread and 
bent so as not to hide the torso.   Feeling my breathing a little ragged and 
my heart beating faster, as I feel the  sting and something else we keep 
feeding the plastic toys.
    Shifting my aim and giving him a  shot in  his groin,  "oh sorry."  The 
smile on my face belaying  my apology.  Now the aim not at the torso alone 
but back and forth.   His bullets finding my nipples and now the juncture of 
my legs.  The jeans  dulling some of the impact; but still conscious of 
where his aim is hitting  consistently.  The "gunfight" now moving to another 
level, as I try to  shoot at the outline in his sweat pants.
    "Pull your shirt up and give me  something to aim at."  My gun wavering 
between his upper chest and his  groin, and then steadying and shooting a 
nice shot right into the small areola  of his left nipple.  Another shot just 
outside the right  one.
    "Hey play fair.  Pull your  shirt up and give me some targets!"  
Slipping my tee up to under my  armpits, exposing the small mounds of my breasts 
and the hard tips of my big  nipples.  Taking a deep breath as a crayon hits 
next to my left nipple,  then a moan as the pointy tip, hits it dead center. 
 My eyes watering as I  blink it off.
    The back and forth at a distance  of twelve feet giving red marks and a 
smear of colors on my chest and his.   Finally throwing my hands up, "I 
surrender".  Then dropping them to cover  my breasts as he sprays the loaded 
six shooter on my chest. 
    Rubbing my breasts as I pull my  tee shirt back over the small mounds, 
wondering why I didn't wear a bra, as I my  nipples ache from the sting of 
the bullets and a feeling them aching with a  sensation that I have gotten 
when touching them in private.  My face red  now that they are covered again, 
aching so pleasantly under my tee shirt.   Looking down and see the hard 
tips poking against my shirt.
    My cousin's face red also as she  slips his shirt down to cover his 
well toned; but hairless chest.  Using a  few moments to collect myself as I 
pick up the pointy tipped crayons that lay  around me on the floor.  My cousin 
standing up and walking to the sofa and  sitting down.  Depositing a 
handful of bullets and the gun on the coffee  table.  My eyes looking up shyly at 
him and the defined outline in his  sweat pants.  Then standing up and 
placing my gun and bullet next to  his.
    His hand grasping my elbow and  tugging me to sit down on the sofa next 
to him.  "Does it hurt?"  No  need to ask what as my hands were gently 
massaging my chest.  
    Looking up at him as we sit  sided by side and watching like a third 
person, as his hand reaches to my waist  and tugs the shirt up, his other hand 
gently pulling my hands away from my  chest.  A feeling of fear as his 
fingers touch the warm skin of my tummy  and a soft moan as the shirt slide up 
and over the swollen mounds and  tips.
    Laying back against the back of  the sofa, as his palm lays flat on my 
lower chest and then his finger pads  softly touch the soft mounds and rock 
hard nipples.  Feeling a shudder in  my body as his fingers slide over the 
aroused tissue, my eyes looking down at  his fingers fascinated as he rolls 
them slowly with his hands.  His body  turning sideways on the sofa, as he 
cups the small cones of flesh, his eyes  fixed on them as he lifts and 
releases, the small breasts jiggling on my  chest.  
    Licking my lips and biting back  a soft moan as his mouth leans over 
and his lips form around my left  nipple.  My eyes rolling up and my back 
arching to push my breast against  his mouth and lips.  His tongue fluttering 
over and around the oh so  sensitive tip as tremble and squeeze my thighs 
tight.
    My left hand reaching and  pulling up the back of his shirt and feeling 
the warmth of his skin as it moves  along his spine.  The pleasure of his 
mouth feeding gently on my nipple so  intense as I reach with my other hand 
and press his head harder to my  chest.
    Long minutes of his hands and  mouth feeding, caressing massaging the 
virgins mounds.  Finally feeling the  sensations feed directly to my lower 
core, pushing his head away from my  breasts.  My heart pounding and breathing 
ragged as I look across the foot  of distance separating us.  No words as 
the tingling continues in short  electrical bursts of energy to core.
    His hand now reaching to my  waistband and fumbling with the button of 
my jeans.  Sucking my tummy in  and feeling the backs of his fingers against 
the warm flesh as he finally frees  the snap and tugs the zipper down with 
a loud sound in the quietness of the  room.
    Knowing I should stop his  fingers, but helpless to even move as I lay 
back.  His fingers peeling back  the fly, and exposing the wisp of waistband 
on my bikini panties.  Looking  down at it, teal blue, not even remembering 
what I was wearing.  
    His fingers sliding awkwardly  under the waistband and cramped by the 
tight jeans as I feel his finger tips  nudging the top of my hairless slit.  
My hands reaching to his, holding it  from moving deeper.  Not pulling at 
it; but holding it in place as his  fingers wiggle inside my opened jeans.
    So knowing that I have to stop  this.  So knowing that I actually 
encouraged this.  His other hand  moving to the waistband of my jeans and trying 
futilely to tug them down.  
    Then as if by its own volition  my legs pressing to the floor to lift 
my body off the seat of the sofa.  My  hands pushing and pulling my jeans 
over my ass cheeks and down to mid  thigh.  Exposing the puffiness of my cotton 
encased pubes.  The low  cut panties attracting eyes, more then covering me 
now.  His fingers  working down the front of the waistband and the 
fingertips touching the warm  lips and the top of my folds.  
    Moaning softly, then again as I  lift one more time and shimmy down the 
teal blue panties.  Looking down and  seeing a moist spot on the inside of 
the panel as they also are lodged halfway  down my thighs.  My cousin's left 
hand forcing my thighs apart and then  cupping the swollen flesh of my 
labia.  
    Feeling a flush of heat in my  face, as I hear the squish of my juices 
as he squeezes the lips together.   Knowing how wet I am inside and now that 
is showing on the outside, oozing from  my aroused lips.  
    Shyly looking at his face and  seeing it a bright red, as his fingers 
release my lips and then trace the inside  of my slit.  Watching the 
intensity of his countenance as I ease my lips  apart and his fingers dip deeper 
between my labia, trailing from the bottom of  my slit to my folds.  A low 
whimper as I feel the fingers press deeper, my  thighs squeezing shut to trap 
the fingers and try to keep them from pushing into  my warm wet tunnel.
    As the two fingers are knuckle  deep in my hold, I hold the thumb with 
my fingers and slowly show him where I  need to have him rub.  Eyes closing 
as I feel his finger pad against the  throbbing smooth surface of my pearl.  
My hips giving a jerk upwards, as I  hold the trapped fingers and press his 
thumb harder against me.  My thighs  tensing and shaking as I finally pull 
his thumb away.  The sensation just  too intense.
    My experimenting has only been  with myself; but I can smell my musky 
scent as I relax my thighs and gently pull  his fingers from my vagina.  The 
tips gleaming with my clear moisture, as I  hold the hand in one of mine.  
My other hand reaching across the space and  pulling at the tie of his 
sweats.  Easily pushing down waistband to expose  the white jockeys.  Then with 
trepidation, tugging down on his jockeys as  he lifts up.  His hand pulling 
down his clothing to expose his lower  body.
    My eyes fixed on the quickly  exposed penis.  My first real live one, 
other then those I have seen while  babysitting.  No fear of it squirting 
unexpectedly, coating me with  piss.........or is there.  I really don't know 
as much as I want or  probably should.  
    A fine tuft of curly hairs  surrounding the aroused and swollen cock.  
My fingers reaching and touching  the warm skin.  Shaking a little as I feel 
the thick hardness of the  shaft.  The veins popping out of the sides.  The 
thick mushroom like  cap.  Index finger pad touching the clear oozing 
moisture from the pee  slit.
    Hearing the moans as my slender  fingers try to encircle the warm 
pulsing shaft.  Working my hand up and  down the swollen flesh, amazed how the 
skin slips through my fingers.  The  flared crowning swelling more and feeling 
like velvet as I run my finger over  the oozing precum one more time.  
Looking at the sack beneath the engorged  prick and trying to cup and massage 
the balls inside.  
    "Gentle Raven, be very gentle  with them."  Looking up at my cousin as 
I weight the heavy sack in my  palm.  Seeing the grimace forming on his face 
and wondering if I am hurting  him now.  Then feeling him disengaging my 
fingers from his hard cock.   Watching it slap back to his tummy, erect and 
looking angry with its deep purple  head.
    My eyes closing as I feel his  fingers again teasing my small pearl.  
Ragged moans as my hips lift to his  fingers, pressing myself against his 
hand.  My hand over his again and  rubbing the fingers hard against my folds.  
My whole body in a fevered  pitch and then a low scream as my body jerks 
from side to side, my walls  spasming and a hard quick orgasm takes a long hiss 
from my lips.
    My hand trying to hold his  fingers still as they rub the overly 
sensitive flesh.  My legs quaking and  thighs tense into another quick orgasm.   
"Please stop.  Oh God,  please stop."
    My eyes looking to his face and  begging as his hand slips away to his 
lips and his tongue licking at the slimed  digits.
    Reaching forward for his cock  again and rubbing it as he lays backs on 
the sofa and I jerk him slowly,  watching the more mantic movements of his 
body as I see the head flared and  swelling more.  The sitting back quickly 
as thick white strands of cum,  erupt into the air as his hips fuck his cock 
into my fingers.
    Amazed at the pearly white thick  strands of semen.   The splatter 
covering his stomach and thighs and  my encircling hand.  Jerking his organ, 
till the spurt have become an ooze  and then solitary drops bubbling one at a 
time out of the cum slit.  His  breathing and hoarse and ragged as I stroke 
at his still hard cock, till he  pulls my hand from it.
    The white cream so thick as I  wipe one finger into a puddle and slide 
it over his stomach.  Coating my  fingers with his cream till he grabs my 
hand as he sits up.
    "Time to get dressed.  This  is our little secret game Raven."  I know 
he is not talking about the toy  guns.
    Reaching to pull my panties and  jeans back over my legs and rezip and 
button them.  Then tugging my tee  shirt over my still hard nipples.  
Looking at my hand and fingers coated  with the white jism as he pulls up his 
sweats and squeezes my hand in his.   Watching him head to the bathroom, as I 
bring my hand to my mouth and lick  tentatively at the sweet white cream, not 
sure of the taste; but wishing that I  had more to play with.
    
    
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