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From: "Deja User" <empath69@my-deja.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Alphabet Game: Groupies"{Dancer}(Mf+ f1st reluc)
Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2001 14:10:02 -0400
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[Empath's Parting shot: I'm a little 'up-in-the-air' about the coding on this one; technically it's rape, but he's clearly not complaining about it by the end - thus the 'reluc' code.  But at the same time, wouldn't 'nc' for non-consensual be needed?  But...agh!  <empath wanders off, scratching his head> :) ]

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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 seven 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 (7/26) 
Groupies
Copyright Dancer 2001

Kevin Halker ran from the hungry mob because his life 
depended on it. His feet pounded hard against the concrete 
floor of the maintenance corridor underneath Veteran's 
Memorial Auditorium as he fled to the relative safety of 
backstage. "Sometimes it doesn't pay to be a nice guy," 
Kevin thought. "All I wanted to do was take a leak, but 
*NOOOO*!" he said to himself. "Goddamned groupies." Rock 
stardom and privacy did not go hand-in-hand, especially for 
the hottest teen idol of the 21st century.

Zig-zagging a quick left/right/left turn brought Kevin at a 
narrow juncture ending at a metal door. He jerked on the 
handle but the door wouldn't budge. He did a 180 and 
started to go back the way he came when the door opened a 
crack. As he whipped around, the nightstick caught his 
temple and dazed him. Kevin stumbled awkwardly, holding his 
head and feeling the huge goose egg that began to swell. 
His eyes rolled back in his head and his lanky six-three 
frame thudded to the floor.

The giggling of female voices drew Kevin to reality again, 
moaning at the pain blinding him. Four girly, adolescent 
faces peered down at him. "He's awake," said the pony-
tailed blonde.

"Will the cuffs and ropes hold him?" asked the Asian one.

"They better," answered a different blonde. "I don't come 
from a family of sailors for nothing."

A gentle pair of hands tested the cuffs around his wrists, 
then the sturdy ropes at his ankles. "Everything's secure." 
Kevin glanced at the new voice. A third blonde and she 
touched his face. "We're sorry about hitting you so hard 
but there was no other way. Stay calm and try not to break 
loose. It'll be over with in a little bit."

Kevin moved his tongue around inside his mouth before 
asking, "What will?"

"The four of us decided it was time to get with the 
program. You get to be the lucky guy to deflower us," 
replied blonde 3. She opened his jeans and tugged his cock 
out into the open for all to see. "I'll get it up for you 
guys. Anna, ready or not?"

Anna, blonde 2, shucked her clothes and climbed on top of 
Kevin, positioning herself. Blonde 3 stuffed Kevin Jr. in 
the moist slit and Anna sat down. Kevin sucked in a breath 
as Anna's virginity tore open, her snugness gripping with 
excruciating tightness. The girl stayed impaled for a 
couple minutes, then pulled off with a squelching sound.

"Me next," called Asia. She got on his lap and dropped down 
quickly. Kevin bit his lip and whimpered at the new cock 
sheath. Asia shot him a smile of braces and said, "I'm 
Theresa. Thanks, Kev." She wiggled around playfully, 
getting accustomed to her pussy being stretched by a thick, 
juicy cock.

Pony Tail shoved at Theresa from behind. "Get off!" Theresa 
frowned but did as her friend asked. The two traded places, 
once again enveloping Kevin's shaft with a narrow cunt.  
Pony Tail grimaced at the deflowering. "You're a great 
singer but, not much of a lay." She got off him fast and 
blonde 3 took her turn at bat. B-3 lowered herself slowly, 
forcing a deep groan out of Kevin's mouth.

"Is it good? Am I doing it right?" B-3 asked tentatively 
and sank down completely.

Kevin's eyes were unfocused and he wore a silly grin. 
"Yeah, you got it." B-3 climbed off his prick and dressed 
quickly. All four were set back to rights, then Anna and 
Pony Tail released the ropes and handcuffs holding Kevin 
between several water pipes. He rubbed his ankles and 
wrists to get the blood flowing. His gaze zeroed on Pony 
Tail. "I do better when I'm not tied up." He stood up and 
walked toward the four girls. "Since you four went to all 
this trouble to give me your virginity, the least I can do 
is give you guys backstage passes."

End part 7
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Editor's Postscript: Okay, not your average rape story. :)  
I think it's a blow for feminine equality - a tale of 
*women* using a *man* as an object...

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