Message-ID: <55862asstr$1179029402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: o5g2000hsb.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: rache <rache696@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <1179019865.039190.149070@o5g2000hsb.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 13 May 2007 01:31:07 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/1.0 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/5.0 (Windows; U; Windows NT 5.1; en-US; rv:1.8.1.3) Gecko/20070309 Firefox/2.0.0.3,gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: o5g2000hsb.googlegroups.com; posting-host=203.177.201.12; posting-account=qBK25Q0AAACTpvYY3RGCixMIsuvRRKwm X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 12 May 2007 18:31:05 -0700 Subject: {ASSM} Mommy Misplaced ch4 by Rachael Ross (g(F)/b+, g(F)/M, Pedo, First, Mast, Oral, Group) Lines: 585 Date: Sun, 13 May 2007 00:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2007/55862> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, Sagittaria Mommy Misplaced Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults only. Story codes: g(F)/b+, g(F)/M, Pedo, First, Mast, Oral, Group Note: This is the fifth part of a multi-chapter story. You should read each chapter in proper sequence in order to achieve greatest satisfaction. All chapters completed to date may be found free of charge at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm in both HTML and Plain Text formats. -rr Mommy Misplaced Fiction by Rachael Chapter 4 (As narrated by Jennifer) What the hell was I doing? I was riding a school bus, for crying out loud, what kind of sense did that make? Granted, I looked like an 11 year old girl, all blonde hair and blue eyes, about the most beautiful little girl in the world, but I'm a little biased since the little girl in question was my daughter Amanda, but still...Just because we switched bodies, I had to go to school? It wasn't fair, I'd gone to school, and I'd done my time and paid my dues. I had a bachelor's degree in psychology and now I was riding a school bus? I must have really pissed someone off someplace. Tom hadn't been much help either, although he'd been supportive at least. Making him sleep on the couch hadn't been good for either of us though. I was still his wife and I still had needs, just like he did, but what could we do about it while I was stuck inside our daughter's body? I couldn't let him make love to me, that would have been...wrong. I mean sure, I'd have liked it and maybe Amanda's little preteen body wasn't mature yet, but it was ready and willing to try, I guarantee you that. It was just the idea of him doing that to her...I didn't want to imagine it really. Maybe if I'd gotten stuck in some other 11 year old girl I'd feel different, in fact I'm pretty sure I would. Girls were girls and I'd never had a problem with sex, it was just that Amanda was my girl. But I was getting over that, or used to it, or something and there were certain things about my little body I was starting to like and a little voice inside me was telling me that maybe having some fun would perfectly okay, because Amanda wasn't really in here with me, was she? And Tom, God, he wanted to sleep with his wife, and I think he'd prefer his wife's body over his wife's mind, if you know what I'm saying. I know he loves me, but I also know that just seeing my hard toned perfect form was enough to get his motor running, and right now Amanda had that body. So telling Tom that no, he couldn't sleep with me, and no he definitely couldn't sleep with Amanda had really ruined his night. But good for him anyway, he really should have picked me, I mean the 11 year old me. I'd have given in eventually, just because I needed sex too. See how confused I was? I was totally arguing with myself, unable to decide what I wanted or what I meant. Arrrgh! I was a very unhappy camper and leaving Amanda at home by herself? That had been a hard choice, believe me, but Tom was right, the girl did need to grow up and I probably did baby her too much. Still, I wasn't sure that had been a good idea, even if Tom was just a phone call away. "Hey Amanda." Someone said, sitting down next to me and I had to blink at her before I realized she was talking to me. It was Mary, one of my daughter's classmates. "Hi." I said, hoping that sounded normal, but it was only one word. I knew I didn't talk like an 11 year old and just then I got a chance to prove it. "Ow! Fuck!" I turned around to see some ugly pudgy boy pulling on my pony tail. "Ohhh you said the F word!" He giggled and so did about 2 dozen other kids, all between 6 and 12 years old. "Do that again, fat boy and I'll kick your fuckin' balls through your fuckin' teeth." I told him, doubtlessly looking like I meant it because I think he wet his pants. "I'm not in the mood, got it? Good!" If college had taught me nothing else it was how to deal with jerks, and if someone didn't set blimp-boy straight he was going to marry the first girl he laid. Probably a Mexican whore named Maria, so I was doing him a favor. But I chastised myself mentally because he was just a kid, and pulling pony tails, well...it hadn't hurt that much. I thought about apologizing, but I'd just put half those kids in a coma and it was actually quiet enough to think for a change. I liked it like that. Jesus, fifth grade. Amanda's teacher was a middle aged guy named Lawson, I couldn't remember his first name, but I remembered thinking he must have been gay because he was the first male teacher my daughter ever had who didn't hit on me during parent-teacher conferences. Some of the other ones, especially that guy she'd had in the second grade, he'd offered to give Amanda straight A's all year for one little blowjob. Of course I'd taken him up on that, you know, I had to take care of my little girl. About an hour into the day I'd changed my mind about Mr. Lawson. He wasn't gay at all, I was just too old for him, meaning the real me, the 28 year old me. The 11 year old me was right up his alley though and it freaked me out a little. The way he liked to lean close while I was working on my math, the way he touched my shoulder, massaging it gently, but definitely a massage...Not a rub, or pat, or anything innocent. He was enjoying it. And looking up my skirt? Was he kidding? He sat at his desk while we were reading and just stared at me. So I did what any 11 year old girl would do, if she was really horny...I spread my legs for him. I mean it's just teasing, right? I was so bored anyway, I mean really. I was supposed to be reading a paragraph from a book with big words like 'satisfy' and 'telescope' which were new for an 11 year old and all my classmates were reading them slowly, figuring out how to say them out loud. I was just spreading my pale legs and watching Mr. Lawson under my eyes as I pretended to read. It was making me horny too, or hornier I should say. I mean he wasn't much to look at really, a middle aged guy; maybe 35 and not fat, but not thin either. Friendly face, good with kids probably, and when he stood up he had a boner the size of Nebraska. He hid it well though, pretending like he needed the chalk in his pocket and pulling it back down, out of the way. I giggled softly and that got a look, and I wondered why he was so fixed on me, but maybe I shouldn't have. I already told you my daughter was just about the prettiest little girl in the world, certainly in that classroom. It's strange the things you do when you're bored and living a strange deja vu moment. I felt like I knew everything, because I did, and like I could get away with anything, because I could. If I got in trouble what was going to happen? The principal would call my mom? That made me laugh out loud and Lawson stared at me for a second. So I was bored, and a little horny like I said, because while I'd never cheated on my husband, other than the odd blowjob to get Amanda good grades, or maybe a discount on a vacuum cleaner, Tom wasn't totally my husband anymore, was he? And this body of mine. I don't remember being like this when I was 11 years old. I had a little clit and it was throbbing, I'm serious. I was just sitting there and it hurt! My nipples too, feeling puffy and flashing hot and cold. I was horny, just because my daughter's teacher was perv and he obviously liked me, I mean Amanda, a lot. I bet he jerked off three times a day thinking about me. He'd watch me and get hard and then take a break, go to the teacher's bathroom and whack off real quick before he came in his pants. He was hard now, that was for sure and he moved stiff legged around the classroom, checking his students' work and I knew he'd come to me soon, not too soon, but as quick as he dared. "How are you coming along, Amanda?" He asked me softly and I felt his hands, both of them on my shoulders, squeezing me gently. "I'm cumming, Mr. Lawson...I am..." I smiled up at him, licking my lips and I was close, because while he was walking around I'd been rubbing my clit. I was flushed, and my eyes were wide with excitement. I wondered if he could smell it on me, I hoped so. I was still rubbing myself below my desk, just a little when I felt him lean over, as if to point something out to me, but really it was just so he could rub the bulge in his pants against my back. "Good...What's..." He swallowed hard. "...What's this word?" "Oh...Uh..." I pressed myself back, just a little, squirming so I could rub his cock good, "...Splendid." I read it for him. "It means very good, I think." "Yesss..." He sighed. "It does. You're very smart Amanda. A very...smart young lady." "Thank you." I whispered, looking into his eyes for a second. "I like you too." "Uh...good...good..." He smiled and backed off, putting his hand in his pocket and nodding to himself as he walked back to his desk. I just kept rubbing myself, letting him watch as I sat back in my seat. I was almost tempted to put my legs up on my desk, really spread my preteen legs wide for him, but that would have been a little much, don't you think? As it was he got a real nice view of my finger itching my pussy, because that's how I wanted it to look, and I knew he was squeezing his dick behind his desk, staring as my puffy little sex became more and more pronounced beneath my white cotton panties. At recess I wasn't exactly sure what I was doing. I hate to admit it, but I didn't really know who my daughter spent her free time with at school. Who she sat with during lunch, or anything like that. I'm sure Amanda's friends thought I was acting strange when I decided to skip lunch altogether and just go sit outside. Most of the kids were playing jump rope, or throwing red rubber balls at each other, but I wasn't really into that stuff, for obvious reasons. I should have brought a book to read. But I did see some boys playing a game that looked interesting. They were all bigger boys, 6th graders probably, like 12 years old, and they were kind of around the corner, out of sight of the one teacher who was monitoring the playground. They were standing in a circle, looking down at something, and me being the inquisitive person I am, well...I had to find out for myself if it was a real live circle jerk, or just a dead bird. "Oh." I looked past a couple of the boys; they were a lot bigger than me, but still just kids. "It's a dead bird." "What'd you think it was, dopey?" Some boy said, all red hair and freckles. His friends laughed, there were 5 of them. "I thought it was a circle jerk." I shrugged, like anyone would know that. "What's a circle jerk?" One of the other kids asked, a scrawny boy with glasses falling down his nose. He pushed them back up. "You don't know what a circle jerk is?" I giggled at him and he turned a little red, they all did, because none of them knew anything. "Uh, I know. I just forgot." He said defensively and that was such a lie one of his friends hit him on the shoulder for it. "You do not, you guys don't know anything." I said, rolling my baby blues and walking away, sort of wiggling my butt at them as they watched me for a second. "Hey, wait." One kid said finally, like I knew one of them would. "Tell us, come on." "Well, it's kind of a bad thing." I said, making a face as I thought about it. "Kinda naughty." "Really?" Freckles asked. "We won't tell, come on." "You sure?" I asked, walking the few feet back to them. "No...Probably you'll tell the teacher." "No we won't!" They were all protesting and of course being a naughty secret, well they had to know what it was now. "Well." I looked around and we all got closer so I could whisper. "It's when your co...uh, wieners get hard see, all of you guys, and you play with them, you know. So they shoot their stuff, and mostly sometimes there's like a girl in the middle and she gets to play with it." "Ewww..." One kid said, because he probably knew already about stuff coming out of his dick when he played with it. But he was the only one who masturbated, I guess, cause the others didn't have a clue. "Stuff comes out?" Glasses asked me. "What stuff?" "White stuff." I nodded seriously. "Don't your wiener ever get hard?" "Ummm...Sometimes." He said, looking around nervously, but the other boys weren't laughing. "When it gets hard you gotta rub it." I said. "And then the white stuff comes out." "I know that." The one boy said, the one who knew. "I do it sometimes." "You do?" Another boy asked, like he was impressed. "Show us." I said. "What?" "Come on, I told you what a circle jerk was, show us how you rub your thing." I smiled. "Yeah, come on Mikey, show us." A kid said. And all the boys wanted to see it, and so did I. "No way." He shook his head. "If you do it I'll show you how I touch my kitty." I promised him. "Your kitty?" A boy giggled. "What's that?" "You know, down here..." I giggled too and lifted my skirt, just a little so they could see my panties. "You'll show it to us?" The jerk-off boy asked and I nodded. "You take your wiener out and get it hard and I'll show you my kitty, okay?" Of course all the boys wanted to see my pussy, 11 years old or not, that was still a pretty cool thing for sixth graders. So they sort of pressured their buddy to unzip his jeans and pull out his soft little cock. He was so nervous, so shy, it was pretty cute, but finally he did start getting hard, mostly because I was pulling my panties to the side and showing him my puffy preteen slit. "Oh look at that..." The boys were all staring at me and it was making me feel hot inside, and I flushed a little and I started rubbing my pussy gently, playing with the little bump of my clit, coaxing her to come out and say hi to all these nice boys. "Mine's gettin' hard." Glasses said and another boy agreed, and then another. "Take them out, all of you guys come on." I whispered, pushing the tip of my finger between my little pink lips, so small and plump and soft. They did too and I was pretty pleased with myself actually. My first day of school and I'd started a circle jerk, how many 11 year olds could say that, I wondered. And we were all masturbating, five little hard cocks, the biggest maybe four inches long, but it was hard to tell, and only one of them had ever cum before. The rest only knew their dicks got hard for some reason. Now they were learning the joys of masturbation while watching a girl finger herself during recess. This was my tax dollar at work. "I'm gonna shoot..." The boy who sorta knew what he was doing said and I couldn't help myself, even though I knew better. "Wait..." I said, dropping to my knees on the hard asphalt and I took the kid in my mouth. He was in shock and his whole body tensed up, probably from fear as much as surprise, but he wasn't lying. He came quickly and eagerly, giving me one good mouthful which I swallowed quickly, and then another, but a little less maybe, and it was good. Sweet and warm and creamy. God! I never knew a 12 year old could taste so good! I opened my mouth so they could see it, not because they wanted to, but because I did and I think it grossed them out a little. But I was going to cum and I fingered myself hard, swallowing that mouthful of boy cream and staring at the other four hard cocks around me as I knelt there, wanting to taste all of them. The kid with the glasses said he was starting to feel funny, so I went down on him next. He had a cute little cock too, just three inches I bet and I sincerely hoped he had a big growth spurt once he got to be 14 or 15, or whenever it is boys finally grow up. A three inch cock just wasn't going to do him any good in life, but none of those kids were very big anyway and I was half tempted to let them fuck me, just because we were all virgins technically, and I'd never been gang- banged before. But that would have been tough to do at the school, you know, and besides, if anyone was going to pop my cherry, so to speak, it was going to be my husband! I'd already decided that, in between the times I'd decided I couldn't ever let him touch his own daughter's body. It was a mood thing, sort of a see-saw about whether or not it was okay to have sex with my husband in our daughter's body. Anyway, I was just getting into that boy's cock, really washing it good and feeling him starting to move his hips, grunting a little as his first ever orgasm approached and just as it happened, I mean the exact same moment as his sweet virgin boy cream filled my hungry sucking mouth... "What's going on here?" It was Mr. Lawson, of all people, coming slowly around the corner from the other direction, the way none of would have expected a teacher to come. He must have been having lunch in his car or something because the only thing in that direction was the parking lot. We were so busted! I was on my knees, my lips glistening with sperm, my fingers in my pussy, and sucking hard on one boy's shooting cock, while three more hard cocks were being jerked around me, and another boy's freshly sucked penis dripped dying sperm on his dirty sneakers. It wasn't a good scene and I swallowed quickly as the boy I was sucking practically jumped out of his socks. He'd probably have a serious complex for the rest of his life now, which was too bad I thought. I tried to tell them they didn't have to be scared, it was only Mr. Lawson. But they didn't listen. The boys ran, of course, and I could have too, if I really wanted to, but I owned this guy. He was all mine now, although he obviously didn't see it that way. So far as Mr. Lawson was concerned he'd just won the pedophile lottery. The juvenile jackpot. The little girl he lusted after was a little cocksucking preteen slut and she'd probably do anything to keep her parents from finding out. Anything Mr. Lawson could think of, and I didn't doubt that he had a lot of ideas already. If he thought he was going to frighten me, Mr. Lawson was badly mistaken. If he thought I was going to cry, or perhaps he'd have to threaten me, he was going to find out differently. It was kind of funny actually, kneeling there, watching him approach, seeing the wheels turning behind his hungry staring eyes. And knowing all the while that he was the one who was going to be in for the rude awakening...My school problems had just been solved. "Amanda!" Mr. Lawson walked towards me, the lump in his pants as plain as day. "What were you doing? My God! You were doing a very bad thing, weren't you?" I just smiled, licking my lips. I figured he'd play the guilt card right off the bat. He wouldn't want me to think I was a victim, whether I was or not. And probably 9 times out of 10 a little girl surrounded by five boys was going to be the victim, but I was that exception. Mr. Lawson didn't know that though, nor did he care, he just wanted me feeling guilty, so guilty I'd do anything to stay out of trouble for doing my bad naughty thing. "Shhh..." I shushed him as he opened his mouth and I reached out, pressing my little hand against his cock, feeling it big and hard and oh so ready for me. "Let me suck it, Mr. Lawson..." I whispered. "...I know you want me to." Now a smart man, a wise man, would have run right then. Forget the plan to blackmail the little girl, in fact just forget the little girl altogether, she's obviously not playing by the same rules. But the problem with Mr. Lawson wasn't that he was stupid, or unwise, it was just that he was a pedophile and a pedophile is a lot like a crack whore. He just can't walk away, no matter how bad it looks down that alley. And he was entering a dark tunnel indeed as I worked his long hard cock free on that isolated corner of the playground. He didn't say a word as I licked his penis gently, my little pink tongue working him over like the expert I was. I'm not really big on sucking cock, I mean it's okay once in awhile, like with five virgin 12 year olds, but really I'd rather do my toenails than give a guy head, if I had to choose. But doing my nails wasn't going to get me out of the 5th grade, sucking Mr. Lawson's cock would. I took the head in my mouth, really stretching wide because he was relatively thick, I mean relative to the sixth grade boys I'd been sucking, but nothing like Tom's. My husband had a beautiful cock, seriously. It was perfect, Mr. Lawson was somewhat less than perfect, but still big for my preteen mouth. I forced an inch inside and then another, trying my best to throat that thing, because if I'd been myself I'd have swallowed him down on the first try. But this was tougher. So I spent a good long while, but not too long, working my mouth over his cock, licking and kissing it, making sure I left a lot of spit behind wherever I went, because spit isn't really great lube or anything, but it does help, believe me. I even went to town on his balls, smiling up at him as I pulled them free of his trousers so they hung there loose. He had a big sack and little balls, so they were kind of fun to play with actually. I took them in my wet sucking mouth one at a time while I stroked his cock and I seriously doubted Mr. Lawson had woken up that morning thinking he'd have the 11 year old girl of dreams mouthing his balls during lunch. But there I was, and it was all good for me. My puffy pink nipples were itching like they wanted to grow, my tummy was fluttering because I always got off a little sucking a guy behind my husband's back, and my pussy, my little pink baby pussy, oh she was thrumming like cards in the spokes of a bicycle wheel. After I got Mr. Lawson's balls nice and clean, I went back to work on his cock, because recess wasn't really that long, I didn't think. Actually I had no idea how much time we had, but he was a teacher anyway, my teacher, so what would it matter if I was tardy? He was just giving me a little extra credit, some sex education, if you like. But that's the obvious joke and even as I thought of it I didn't giggle. I just sucked his cock harder, wriggling my tongue underneath the head because 4 out of 5 men love that best according to Cosmo. "Ohhh fuck...Amanda..." Mr. Lawson put his hands on my heads and tried to help me out by shoving his cock hard inside my already full mouth. That earned him a bit of teeth and he yelped nicely. "Yelp!" He relaxed after that and I finally did get him wet enough, drawing my mouth off so I could spit on his cock and rub it all over before trying again. I got him inside, choked him down like I was swallowing bratwurst on Father's Day, and...Bingo! "Ohhhhh Christ!" That long thin cock slid right into my too small throat, all the way down to my tummy, it felt like, and my nose was deep in his pubic hair. It hurt a little; I mean my throat was tiny! And it had to feel great for him, but I knew I was gonna have a sore throat for a day or two after this. The second time was easier, and then after the third it was just natural. This body was learning, the same way my old body had learned, I was just a little younger now. The first time I'd learned to deep throat a cock I'd been almost 16 and that guy had been about the same size as Lawson, or maybe a little smaller. He'd been a boy scout that I'd met while camping with my family. I'd thought it was love at the time, but I didn't know what love really was until I met Tom. Anyway, so I was deep-throating Mr. Lawson easily now and I even let him hold my pretty head in his hands while he fucked his cock in and out of my mouth. I bet he thought we'd be doing that a lot. He was thinking about all his plans for our future while he watched his glistening penis, all shiny with my spit slide wetly between my stretched lips. Oh he loved fucking my 11 year old face and he was going to cum any second. "Oh fuck yessss...on your face...on your face...bitch..." He was groaning and he pulled back, jerking himself off with his swollen cockhead bouncing off my lips. I couldn't believe he'd called me a bitch. What was up with that? Maybe he meant it as a term of endearment, but more likely he was one of those guys who thought all girls were sluts, just because he wanted them to be. I hate those guys. But I didn't say anything, not a word; I just smiled and stuck out my tongue as the man started shooting his hot sticky load all over my face. It was a lot, but probably not as much as it could have been. I was pretty sure he'd already jerked off at least once that morning. "Ohhh...ohhh..." He was huffing and puffing and nodding at me as I just knelt there, looking up at him with my face covered in fresh sperm. "Kiss me....now..." He said, and that surprised the crap out of me. Mr. Lawson got down there with me and his tongue was all over my face, lapping up his own sperm like a dog. I didn't know what he expected me to do, so I just sat still mostly. It was the weirdest thing I'd ever experienced in my life. He jerks off on my face and then licks it off? What a freak! But hey, maybe he just really loved me that much. I mean it was possible, he wanted to have some part of me forever, which in this case was the sperm he'd shared with me. The fluids that had touched my skin. It wasn't himself he was lapping up, it was the moment, the shared experience of having sex with a little girl. But that's the problem with having a psych degree, I tend to overanalyze things. It's entirely possible he was just a freak. "Mr. Lawson?" I asked for his attention when he was finished, and I felt rather...unclean. I still had sperm in my hair, and on my blouse. My face was wet and sticky, but at least he'd gotten most of his mess cleaned up. I wondered if he licked sperm off his hands when her jerked off thinking about me. I hoped he did, he was seriously perverted, but it was kind of sexy too...Being wanted that much by a man. "Hmmm?" He blinked at me, as if he'd forgotten where he was and what we were doing. "I'm going to tell on you." I said matter of factly and I got the reaction I was hoping for. "W-What?" His face went white as a sheet, whiter than that really, and grey too, like a dead man. "But if you tell on me, then I'll have to say what you were doing with those boys and..." "Shhhh..." I put my finger to my lips and looked at him in the eyes. "I'll tell and you'll go to jail for a long, long, long time." I said it very slowly too. "Unless..." "Unless what?" He whispered. And then I told him exactly what I wanted. It wasn't very hard to get him to agree and I think he was actually relieved that what I wanted was so very simple actually. Oh there would be some little problems maybe, some minor details he'd have to sort out, but overall, for a smart man like Mr. Lawson, that wouldn't be a problem. No problem at all. Obviously I wasn't going to spend the rest of my life going to school, or at least not the fifth grade! I needed to be home, watching Amanda and keeping her, and my body, out of trouble. I had to figure out how to fix this problem before something bad happened, and while nothing specifically bad came to mind, there was a general feeling in my tummy that it was coming. Like us switching bodies was just the first shoe. Pretty soon the other one would drop and I wasn't gonna be jerking my clit for Mr. Lawson when it happened. So, Mr. Lawson was going to make sure all my homework was done, all my tests were A's, and I was present every single day. Whether I showed up or not. That's all he had to do, mark me as present, and I'd be his perfect invisible student. He could find another little girl to lust after and I could stay at home. It sounded good to me, and after I explained what would happen otherwise...Namely the sperm spattered sobbing little girl I could be running into the principal's office screaming for my daddy...Mr. Lawson was quite eager to help me out. I knew he would be. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-= End of Mommy Misplaced Chapter 4 Continued in Chapter 5 (in progress 12 may 2007) rache696@yahoo.com www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+