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Subject: {ASSM} St: Double Date (t/t, tt/ff, spank, sex)
Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 17:10:03 -0500
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St: Double Date (t/t, tt/ff, spank, sex)

In these modern times, the wonderfully horrid and scary tales of our
folk lore are considered politically incorrect because of the
violence and other crimes.  I'm sure that the Brothers Grimm would be
quite offended.  Having said that, I will now present a story that is
(sort of) PC about a golden and a red hair lasses, a young ursine and
canine.  Surely by now you guessed that this is still another story
about Goldilocks and the Three Bears combined with Little Red Ridding
Hood and the Big Bad Wolf in a well integrated society.  I'm not sure
if this is fur/zoo story, about a werewolf and werebear, or the
characters have been completely anthropomorphized -- you pay your
money and you take your choice.  The name Bjorn is spelt with an
umlaut which does not show here on Usenet.

The following story is fiction.  It contains scenes of spanking and
teen sex (both gay and het).  If such subjects are offensive,
uninteresting or if you are a minor (i.e., child) please leave now.

This work is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited
without permission.  Personal/private copies are permitted only if
complete including the copyright notice.

The author would appreciate your comments -- pro and con, including
constructive criticism, and suggestions.  E-mail:
YLeeCoyote@Lycosmail.com 


Double Date
By
Y. Lee Coyote

When Mrs. Bjorn finished packing the basket she called Junior.  "Yes,
mother." he politely replied after coming into the kitchen.

"Here is the basket for Red's granny.  What are you and Big going to
do today after you drop it off?"

"Big and me, er, I are going to meet Goldie and Red at the amusement
park, mother."

"The girls are going to bring a picnic lunch, Mrs. Bjorn." said Big.

"Just be sure that you get them home before their curfews and that
you are back before yours, boys." growled Mr. Bjorn.  Both Big and
Junior took this warning very seriously.  They had been best friends
for many years and Mr. Varg and Bjorn had given each other full
authority over the other's son.  Many a time the two boys were
spanked together.

"Yes, Sir." the two boys responded.

"And no hanky-panky either."

"Oh, no Sir." said the two keeping straight faces as they had just
made sure to have fresh condoms in their pockets.  Neither youth
could really believe that the old man did not know they were always
into hanky-panky with those two easy girls.

The basket delivered, twenty minutes later the two youths were
waiting at the park entrance bus stop for their dates.  One hour and
six buses later the girls hopped off a bus.

"We hope you were not waiting very long." they cooed sweetly batting
their long (store bought) eyelashes in a come hither manner.  Both
Big and Junior both wondered how they got past their parents wearing
their spray-on jeans and tube tops not that they objected.  The boys
were both very glad that they were prepared as there was a noticeable
stiffening in their jeans.

At the carny booths both boys managed to win cuddly things for the
girls. They went on many rides.  On the roller coaster they all
yelled but it was a great opportunity for the girls to cling and the
boys to show how macho they were by holding them tight.  In the
privacy of a cab on the ferrous wheel they got a lot of kissing and
very little viewing.  In the tunnel of love they got a lot of kissing
and a lot of groping.

Eventually, they had their fill of the amusements and went off into
the quieter and more private parts of the town park to eat away from
the bustling amusements.  After they cleaned everything up and were
sitting talking, the boys brought up what they have talked of several
times in the past and what they decided during that long wait at the
bus stop.

"Girls, what did we promise you if you were late again?" asked Big
and Junior together.

The girls looked at their dates and then each other and realized that
the boys were very serious.

"We promised to SPANK you if you were late again.  Today you were a
FULL HOUR late."  Each grabbed his date and pulled her across his
thighs as they were sitting on the grass.

Even before the first spanks, the girls started to yell "don't" and
"that they would never be late again".  But the guys were not so
easily deterred.  They began spanking immediately, hard and fast.
Then while the girls were still in shock, they paused for a minute.
Each flipped his lass over, unsnapped and unzipped her jeans and
rolled her back into spanking position.  Then a quick hard yank
pealed back the denim exposing the now pink cute buns.  There weren't
any panties to contend with.

They resumed spanking, however, now they could watch how the firm
shapely derrieres quivered, flexed and turned red with each and every
spank.  They also pulled the jeans down further which allow them each
to slip a paw down between the legs to feel the girls' cunts.  They
smiled at each other for both paws returned dripping wet and the
scent added steel to their hard cocks.  Of course, the girls were
noticing that there were some changes as the boys' erections were
pressing up at them while straining to get out of their jeans.  All
four of them were emitting pheromones at high levels which raised and
kept their arousal levels very high.

Junior went for it first.  He got a condom out of his pocket and
ripped it open with his teeth.  Then he flipped Goldie over on her
back and pulled her jeans past her knees.  He let go of her a minute
while he ripped open his jeans and pulled down his boxers.  Then he
rolled the rubber over his rampant shaft and plowed into the dripping
cunt which had been anxiously awaiting his invasion.

Big preferred a different approach.  After pulling Red's jeans all
the way off and putting on the love glove, he mounted her from behind
in proper canine fashion repeatedly thrusting his steel-like rod deep
into her dripping pussy driving her into ecstacy. 

Even youths run out of steam after a while and after both had come
twice they pulled out and laid back.  The girls then 'attacked' them.
First they started to kiss and then quickly went into French kissing.
Two other activities were occurring simultaneously.  The boys pulled
the tube tops down and undid the bra hooks so that they could play
with the now exposed shapely breasts with their hard nipples.  The
girls started to play with the drained cocks.  After a short time,
the boys began to recover and the girls changed tactics.  They
changed the oral administration from kissing to sucking.  This proved
to be irresistible to the guys and the girls had really full months.
Well for a while until the boys shot once again almost drowning both
of them.

They cuddled for a while before dressing and heading for the bus to
take the girls home.  There it took a while say good night to them.
Kissing can be so much fun and that is not the time a youth thinks
about bus schedules.  Unfortunately, they missed a bus and had to
wait forty minutes for the next one.  This made them late getting
back home.

It was not a good sign that they saw a light on as they approached
the house.  Opening the door they saw Mr. Bjorn sleeping in front of
the TV.  They went to bed very quietly not wanting to spoil the
evening.  Dealing with Papa would wait for the morning; reliving the
day was for now.

In the morning Papa was still sleeping in front of the TV even after
they had finished breakfast and Mama had gone off to visit Red's
granny.  When Papa awoke, the boys brought him his large mug of
coffee.  It was not wise to talk with Papa before he had it.

"What time did you get home, boys?" he demanded.

"12:20 Sir.  We were late." they answered honestly.  The price of
being caught lying was far to high to take the chance and
explanations redundant.  Big got the strap from the closet and
brought it to his weekend father.

"You know the rules and the penalty.  Go do it.  I want to watch the
game."  Mr. Bjorn was addicted to the soccer from Europe via
satellite.

"Yes, Sir."  The two boys went to Junior's room.  They had each been
strapped many times but had never done it themselves.  One of Papa's
most frequent lines was that a man accepts responsibility; a man does
what has to be done.  This was obviously a test of growing up.

"This is going to hurt, buddy." said Junior.

"You bet your ass, Junior." said Big with a toothy grin.

They both laughed at this.  It was also a contract between themselves
-- that they would do what was expected.  They striped down and
flipped a coin.  Big laid over the edge of the bed while Junior took
up the strapping position.

"Ready, Big?"

"Ready, Junior."  Junior raised the strap and brought it down on his
buddy's ass with a loud WHACK.  The pain shot through Big's body as
if a lance had been driven through his hole and out the top of his
skull.  He bit his tongue and gripped the bed.  He was a man and
would not yell like a baby.  

Junior raised and lowered the heavy strap another nine times.  The
effect on Big was the same each and every time -- great pain
stoically received.  Both youths realized that there was a sexual
element for each of them was hard -- just like when they had spanked
their girl friends the day before.

When they swapped positions each noticed the other's turgid state.
The question was again asked: "Ready, Junior?"

"Ready, Big."  This time Big raised the strap and Junior felt it like
never before; even harder than from his father.  He, too, had to keep
from crying out.  The pressure to be macho was even greater as Big
had managed to stay quiet.

WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!
WHACK!!  WHACK!!

At the halfway point Big paused as agreed.  Then with a simple one
word warning he delivered the other ten strokes.

WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!
WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!

Big wished that there was a nice hot hole to drive his raging tool
into but that was not to be for now.  Even his buddy's butt looked so
tempting -- bright red like a baboon in heat but he had to switch
places with Junior to received the rest of his strapping.  Such was
honor.  They switched places again and Junior applied the strap the
required ten times.

WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!
WHACK!!  WHACK!!  WHACK!!

Junior grabbed a condom package, quickly ripped it open and rolled it
on.  He then pounced on his buddy and drove his rapier in with one
hard thrust and began to hump hard and fast.  Big was surprised but
was humping back almost immediately.  His only regret was that he had
not done this to his buddy _first_.  In less than a minute, Junior
exploded into his buddy and rolled off of him.

Big found and put on a condom.  He then mounted on his buddy.  Junior
objected but Big knew that he had right on his side and was not
disadvantaged by having just come.  He wrestled Junior into position
and rammed in.  He, too, fucked his buddy hard and quickly came.

"We better show dad our asses while they are still red hot." declared
Junior.  The two of them walked to the living room were Papa was
watching the game.  They discovered that Papa was not very interested
in inspecting their asses.   He dismissed them after a quick glance
and admonishing them to be on time in the future.

They returned to Junior's room and found some Sportcreme.  After
gently applying it to each other's cheeks they dressed and went out.
There was still half a day left to the weekend to enjoy with one's
best buddy.

The End.

(C) Copyright by A.I.L. December 29, 2000


Y.

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