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{ASSM}"Alphabet Game: Jimmies"{Dancer}(MF oral veg)


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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 
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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 ten 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 (10/26)
Jimmies (particles for sprinkling on something, as in 
decorating it)
Copyright Dancer 2001

Lana lay very still on top of the dining room table, not 
wanting to disturb Tim as he worked. He dolloped generous 
amounts of the whipped cream on her tits, covering the 
toonie-sized areolae completely. Her nipples hardened at 
the touch of the cool topping and she whimpered. "Hold 
still," Tim told Lana. "I'm almost done." A small canister 
appeared and he carefully tapped the proper amount of 
chocolate sprinkles over the cream-capped peaks. "Mmm, 
you're perfect."

She felt her pussy clench as Tim began licking at her tits. 
Her nails dug into the lacquered finish at the teasing 
tongue swirling round her nips. He finally lapped off all 
the cream and sprinkles and latched his mouth over one 
entire peak. Sucking that one clean, Tim shifted to the 
second one and performed an identical ritual of licking and 
sucking. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Tim, I loved it," Lana replied with a sigh. "Got any more 
ideas? There's plenty of whipped cream left." She grinned 
sexily.

He dipped a thumb between her folds and rubbed the hard 
button at the apex. "I have a little something in mind if 
you're up for it."

Lana bent her knees and opened her thighs wide. "Of course 
I am! Go for it!"

"Minx," Tim muttered as he spooned the gooey white 
substance into a decorating bag. At half-full, he gave the 
bag a twist and stroked the metal tip over her swollen 
outer lips. They parted easily and he poked the baking tool 
gingerly up her slit, then squeezed the bottom of the bag. 
The cream filled Lana, giving her a delicious douche and 
begging for more.

"Oh, honey, gimme more. I want it all inside my cunt!"

"Your wish is my command." Tim choked the cloth-like 
container, forcing every last bit of topping up his 
girlfriend's channel. He withdrew the tip and let what was 
in the nozzle to ooze out over her clit. Sprinkles were 
added exactly as they were on her boobs before Tim sampled 
his homemade dessert: Lana a la creme. His tongue laved the 
shaven flesh of her mound, occasionally working its way 
along her love button. The whipped topping started spilling 
out and he wasted no time in mounting Lana, plunging his 
eight inch prick in her heat.

He wasn't fucking for very long when he shot his load, 
mixing the sugary cream with his salty-flavored cum. He 
pulled out after he was done and scrambled into a mutual, 
oral position. Lana latched onto Tim's sticky rod, sucking 
it clean while he tongued her pussy lips and hole spotless. 
Lana's mouth brought him off again. As Tim came down her 
throat, he grazed his teeth repeatedly around her sensitive 
clit and made her climax several times. They loved each 
other orally for a while until he climbed off her to lie on 
his side.

Lana rested her face against a sparsely haired thigh and 
said, "You're the best, Tim, the absolute -best-."

Tim preened at her compliment, then leered at her. "Care to 
wash up? I've got some sex-capades that call for the use of 
marmalade..."

End part 10

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Editor's Postscript: Oh MY.  <Homer-drool>  Dancer's god-
given talent (well, apart from writing hot sex stories:) is 
BAKING - I'm still working off a 'spare tire' from being 
her chief customer for her cookies, sweetbreads, cakes, 
pies, etc.  Now you know why I'm both eager and loath to 
get back to her.:)

