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Country Club Dance   1/2

By Katie McN
katiemcn@my-deja.com

NOTICE - This story is written for adults. A couple of cute
little lesbian girls are out to have a good time, and in the
process they happen to sell 50 people into white slavery. Yep,
must be another Katie R. story.

So, if hot NC female sex doesn't offend you in any way, we've got
all kinds of guy sex and similar stuff. There's a bunch of other
sleazy hetero sex and delicate lesbian lovemaking happening here,
too, so consider yourself warned. Don't care for any of this,
well it's time to leave, partner.

You should also keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and
certainly has nothing to do with my life or the life of anyone I
know.

This story is (c) copyrighted by Katie McN, 1999, but feel
free to post it unchanged anywhere on the Internet in places
where people are interested in this sort of thing.

The story is dedicated to Hecate who is one of the hottest babes
on the Internet, wheee doggie!

Plus, I really would like to hear what you think about this
story, and any thoughts you might have for the future. Send me an

e-mail and let me know.

katiemcn@my-deja.com

---

Hi, I'm Katie Richardson and did I get away with something cool!

My parents are always trying to get me to do what they want and
stuff. Well, their latest plan was to have me join in with the
junior country club set and kind of be a nerd. Hah! My friend
Claudette and I changed their plans as you'll see when you read
my latest story.

---
Every June, the Young Texas Wranglers put on a "Start of Summer"
dance at the Big Spring Country Club. Now, I'm not too sure what
the club is all about, but it's somehow related to the Texas
Wranglers Club at the University of Texas, Austin where all the
Texas boys from real rich families go to college.

The club is only open to boys, not that any sensible girl would
want to join up. The age group of the club is supposed to be
between 13 and 17, but most of 'em seem to be around 14. Last
time I went to a summer dance, I was 12, and, I must say, I have
to question the maturity level of those boys.

For one thing, they all dress alike. Yep, white shirts, black
bolo ties, burnt sienna pants and walking boots. I almost lost
control first time I saw 50 boys dressed like that all in the
same place. I think it has something to do with school colors,
but I'm just not sure.

Now, not a one of them boys would consider asking a girl to dance
for the first hour or so. Nope, they just stand around talking
about how big this girl's tits are, or how round that girl's butt
is, and so forth. Course they all brought a flask or two of Jack
Daniels Sipping Whiskey with 'em, so they're getting fortified
with a little Jack and Coke courage while they shoot the shit.

Once the boys get worked up to it, they will start asking the
girls to dance. I must say that it's really not a pretty picture
from that point on.

First off, when you hear someone talking about a long tall Texan,
the person is not referring to a man. No, no, the person is
talking about one of us long legged cowgirls, that's for sure.
The average height for a man in Texas is around 5' 6" as close as
I can tell. 14 year old boys would be considerably shorter than
that, of course.

You can just imagine how silly one of them boys would look
dancing with me. Even though I'm only 14, I'm still 5' 7" and
weigh 117 pounds. I simply always wear Sergio Rossi pumps with
slender 5 inch heels. This week, I have long blonde hair that
ripples over my shoulders. Must say, I sure am liking how my body
is turning out. I have some nicely rounded boobs, and even though
I am somewhat slender, my butt is turning out to be world class.
Well, Billy Joe Renford did say that, and I think he might just
be right.

Anyhow, back to dancin'. It's not too bad if we're doing some
swing or line dancing. But, when the band plays something slow
and dreamy, I start heading for the door. You've probably heard
about dancing cheek to cheek. Well, this isn't it. Nope, this is
more like dancing cheek to tit. And, short as those boys are,
their arms seem to just naturally wrap abound my ass instead of
my waist. Why, it feels like I'm getting some sort of medical
examination.

Finally, every single one of the dances around here end up in a
big brawl. When those boys drink enough Jack and Coke, washed
down with a few Hecate Beers, there is always gonna be trouble,
if you know what I mean.

All the boys in the Wranglers come from rich families, of course.
Their parents know that as soon as they go off to college, some
girl in a nice looking platinum beehive hairdo and tight fittin'
jeans is gonna come along, and make life miserable for everyone.
The girl will turn out to be poor for one thing, and probably a
gold digger to boot. Yep, she'll be draggin' the boy around by
his dick, and he'll love every minute of it.

The parents want the boys to marry one of us rich girls. Why,
they're always putting us in situations where "things can happen"
and maybe someone has to get married. There must be 15 or 20
marriages between 14 year olds around here every year. Parents
sure are happy about that because they know they will be getting
another heir or two, and avoiding the curse of poverty being
forced upon the family. It's kind of understandable if you think
about it.

The Start of Summer Dance is one of those occasions where we get
thrown together with the boys. Parents are just hoping for the
best and pretty much, there is no chance that a girl is allowed
to miss the big event, no matter how much she whines.

I think it's real easy to understand why I wanted to "just say
no" to that dance when my parents told me that I had to go. In
fact, I decided to do something to end that tradition once and
for all.

---

Claudette is my new best friend from Canada. She is from a real
small town up North, and my parents figured she would be a
positive influence on me being that she was from a rustic
environment and highly religious to boot. Well, she was real
innocent a couple of weeks ago, but she caught on fast to how
things are done around here, and turned out to be a real fun
girl.

Claudette is quite a nice looking babe. That's for sure. She is
just a little shorter than me which is natural for a Canadian
girl of 14. Her hair is real long and thick, and there are some
noticeable red highlights in that light brown mass of silk. Ooh,
and her hair is just crying out to be touched.

She weighs about the same as me, but don't think it's baby fat or
anything, just cause she's a little shorter. Nope, she packages
that extra weight into some very nice looking curvy stuff that
the average guy would just love to get his hands on. Too bad,
cause most of the hands on time belongs to me. Lordie, the girl
didn't even know what a bi-sexual was before she got here, and
now she is one!

Claudie told my folks that she was very nervous about being here
in a foreign country and all. She asked if it would be okay if we
slept in the same bed until she got over her fears. I don't think
she'll be getting over them for a long time as close as I can
tell.

We were laying there in bed together when I explained the Start
of Summer Dance to her, and how bad it sucked. Claudette must
have decided to do something to get my mind off of the dance
problem.

She pulled the sheet down and I had a full view of her luxurious
body. She has incredible tits, long shapely legs, curvy hips and
skin so smooth that silk is jealous.

I noticed her nostrils flaring up in a way that says "come and
get it, girl." She was breathing hard which got her boobs moving
up and down in a provocative way. I don't know how she did it,
but she got them to jiggle around a little, too. Wheee doggie!

I found it real easy to forget about my problems after looking at
her for a minute. By this time, her nipples were sticking out and
seemed to be asking me for a kiss. Well, I don't like the thought
of letting a girl down so I moved closer and started kissing and
nibbling on one of her rosy protuberances, and then on the other
one. I kept it up until I heard her moaning softly to herself. I
just love that sound, and it makes me so very hot.

I put my hand behind her neck, and let my lips cover hers. My
little tongue forced its way into her mouth, and we kissed as if
there was no tomorrow. Our bare breasts were pressed together,
and I could feel the intense heat of her body as we embraced.

I let my hand slid down her side, and I felt the delicate curves
of her small waist. My hand explored further until it discovered
the sensuous outline of her hips. I decided to sneak my hand
behind her, and feel her firm and oh so smooth butt. She raised
up just a little to let my fingers explore the crack of her ass.

I kissed her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders and kept on kissing
and touching every interesting part of her body. When I got back
to her boobs, I noticed her nipples were still excited. I grabbed
one of the little red rose buds between my teeth and gently
pulled it. Must of been just what she was waiting for. Oh, what a
nice sound. So, I did the same thing to the other one. She liked
that, too. Ha, ha.

I started kissing and nibbling and licking and rubbing down her
body. As I got closer to her pussy, she started to move around in
excitement and anticipation. Claudie doesn't have a lot of pubic
hair, but I was still able to get a little bit of what she did
have in my mouth, and I gave her a couple of tugs. She started
pushing my head, trying to get it into position so I could go
down on her. She should know better.

I kissed and licked and bit all around her love box. My tongue
went up and down her slit, starting at the clit and going all the
way to her asshole. I liked that trip so much I did it a couple
more times. My, my, what was that loud sound?

My tongue pressed on her pussy just like I was planning on really
slipping it inside her. But, just when she got her hopes up, I
moved off to her incredible thighs and had a great time touching,
kissing and licking those two wonders. She seemed to be moaning
full time now. Kind of music to my ears.

Usually she can't take this sort of treatment for very long and
just tells me to get to it. For some reason though, I was the one
who gave in first this time. I started licking on her clit until
I could feel that she was really getting there. I put my mouth
over her little love button and sucked it into my mouth. I held
it prisoner for awhile as I sucked and squeezed it with my mouth.
Then my tongue slid into her hot box, and I started exploring and
sampling her sugar walled cave. I can't get over how good she
tastes.

I felt her arm moving under my leg. She was trying to pull me
over her so she could get at my pussy. I played stupid for a
minute and pretended I didn't know what she wanted. My, that girl
is strong. She pulled my leg right over her head. I straddled her
face in a way that gave her easy access to the hottest part of my
body.

Her hands grabbed on to my hips and pulled back. She was holding
me real tight when her tongue just bust into my pussy like a
rocket. Guess both of us know how to make those interesting
sounds. I was wet and real ready for her attack. She was so good
at this, it was hard for me to believe that she had only been
doing it for a little more than a week. Guess some things just
come naturally.

We stayed lost in each other until we both had two orgasms
apiece. I could have stayed in bed the rest of the day, but knew
it was time for us to get back to business. We held each other
close for awhile and after a few kisses and hugs, we started to
talk.

"Katie, you just have to think of something soon. We only have
three days until the stupid dance. I simply don't want to have
some dorky kid pawing all over me. If we are going to get it on
with guys, they better be a little older and know how to do a
little more than just cum in their pants."

Well, Claudie did have a point. There are a hell of a lot better
catches in the world than the Wrangler boys. That's for sure.

And then it came to me. "Claudie, I've got the perfect plan. Not
only will we have some fun on Saturday, but we will get a little
vacation and end that stupid dance tradition once and for all.
Let me make a couple of calls and set everything up." It's so
much fun being me!

---

I was looking forward to the dance when Saturday finally came.
Claudette wasn't sure the plan would work, but I knew we didn't
have a thing to worry about. We were gonna have some real fun,
too.

In just two weeks, Claudie developed a style and fashion sense
similar to my own. I was so happy that she didn't wear those
raggedy clothes she brought here from Canada anymore. Most of the
time we wore the same sort of thing except in different colors.
We decided that we would wear silk mini-dresses to the dance.
Other than a black garter belt and black seamed nylons, we didn't
wear anything underneath our dresses. We both have the bodies
that the general public's been waiting for, and we were wearing
outfits that showed off our wares real good.

As usual, we did wear our Sergio Rossi pumps with slender five
inch heels. I just feel a woman's legs look almost naked when she
is not wearing the right type of shoes.

Since we were wearing silk, but not wearing any underwear, I
decided to show Claudie a little trick. I found out that I could
bring my foot down hard when I walked along. Not hard enough to
be noticeable, but hard enough to make my tits and butt jiggle. I
showed Claudette how to do it, too. We practiced for awhile, but
had to stop when we noticed that we were both starting to get hot
watching each other walk around. We both sure know what we like,
and we were both so hot!

My parents were out of town visiting Governor Bush in Austin, so
we had to take the limo to the dance. Our chauffeur's name is
Mike and he's a pretty cool guy if you treat him right, which we
always do. Me and Claudie developed a little getting in and out
of the car tradition for whenever Mike was the driver.

Whenever Claudie or I ride with Mike, we make sure to give him a
breath taking beaver shot. Not one of those wimpy "little above
the nylons" deals. Nope, we let him see what we got between our
legs. Really pays off, too. He never once told anyone about the
stuff we do, and he always keeps a case or two of cold Hecate
long necks on ice in the limo for our sipping pleasure.

I thought he was just going to lose it when he found out that
neither one of us was wearing panties. Ha, ha. We sure gave him
something to think about later.

---

Mike had a couple of Hecates with us as we motored off to the
country club. When we finally arrived, we found out that the
valet parking boys didn't have a sense of humor.

Mike must have looked away for a second, and our limo ended up on
the front steps of the country club. The valet guys were
hollering and yelling at Mike who ignored 'em as he was opening
the car door for us girls. Well, those boys sure did shut up when
they "accidentally" got a little peek at both our love boxes as
we got out of the car. Guess those boys knew what they liked all
right. They sort of just stood there with their jaws hanging down
to their chests. We just laughed at that.

We were really looking forward to the band. I had Pred and the
Predtones over to the house for the welcome party the day
Claudette arrived here from Canada. She doesn't remember a lot
about what happened at the party, but thinks she had a good time.
Most of the people who saw what happened probably would agree
with her.

Anyhow, we ran backstage to say hi to the band. When we saw Pred
and the boys over in the corner taking a little smoke break, we
decided to head on over and join 'em.

"Hi Pred! Guess you and the boys figured out how to roll even
when you're all really loaded. Never seen you this shit faced
before, big guy." I had a hard time figuring out how those boys
could still move being that messed up.

You just can't underestimate Pred, though. He was able to see who
I was right away, and he could even talk some. "Well, hi there
Katie R., baby. How they hanging, girl? Uh, wait a minute,
they're not hanging at all. Still sticking out like two rockets.
Wheee doggie!"

I just love the way older men know how to compliment a girl, so
suave and all. Not that Preddie is old, mind you. He seems to be
about 35. He shaves his head and has a really cute goatee. He was
wearing black jeans, white tee shirt, red suspenders, Doc Martens
and a leather jacket. Don't see too many like him around here,
that's for sure.

I would guess him to be 5' 9" and maybe 180 to 190 pounds. Looks
like he works out based on all the muscles I'm seeing. Kind of a
good looking guy, and those green eyes, my, my!

Seems as though the band switched over to Hashish and they were
smoking it out of a pipe. They figured they could get screwed up
beyond belief, and still be able to smoke more since they didn't
need to have anyone capable of rolling. Seemed like they had a
real good idea as they were more fucked up than I had ever seen a
person get. Well, one of the boys did light his finger once
instead of the pipe, but that was a mistake anyone could have
made.

Claudie whispered in my ear, "Katie, what are we going to do with
Pred and the band. They are going to see what we're up to and
might rat us out."

I didn't feel it was much of a problem, myself. By the end of the
evening, these boys won't remember what State they are in, let
alone what happened at the dance. But, you can't take any
chances, so I came up with a contingency plan.

"Look Claudie, Pred and the boys appear to be guys, so why don't
you seduce all of them, and then if they do think to tell on us,
they're facing statutory rape charges for getting it on with a
minor." I didn't think that Claudie knew that the age of consent
in Texas is 12 for girls and 25 for guys, but she did seem
nervous so I thought she needed something to do.

"Well, hi there Preddie, you devil. Any chance you might let me
touch that sexy looking trombone of yours?" Claudie knew just how
to get Pred hot. When she started playing with his trombone, I
thought the boy was going to rip right through the front of his
pants.

Claudie played around with his trombone a little bit, and it kind
of looked like she was giving it a blow job, if you know what I
mean. Pred and the band sure did. They were quite interested in
her goings on, that's for sure.

After a few minutes, she looked at Pred with her big brown eyes
and said, "My it's hot in here. Mind if I get a little more
comfortable, boys?" With that she slipped her silk mini-dress
over her head and was standing there wearing nothing but her
garter belt, stockings and high heels. Truly a sight for sore
eyes.

Well, Pred knew what he liked and about one second later he was
stripping off his clothes. He was trying to pull off his briefs
when Claudie knocked him over and landed right on top of him as
he hit the ground. He didn't know what hit him before she had his
dick buried inside her. Well, he wasn't confused for long. The
two of them started fucking away, and were really getting into it
as the rest of us watched.

The band thought this was pretty hot stuff, too. They were
checking it out and hollering rude suggestions to Pred and
Claudette. The cute couple were trying to go along with the
audience requests as best they could under the circumstances. I
was pretty impressed, actually.

I figured we might as well make a party of it. "Hey, boys, did
you notice that Claudie's got more than one hole? Pretty sure she
would welcome your attention, if you aren't busy doing something
else." They weren't. Never saw clothes fly off people that fast
before.

Next thing you know, the bass player was poking her in the ass.
She was giving the drummer a blow job, and hand jobs to the
guitar player and keyboardist. I noticed that her tits were
available so I waded in and started fooling around myself.

Pred finally got it together and took charge. After he directed
several rotations, Claudette wore just about everyone out, except
herself of course. She was still ready to go. Wow, those Canadian
people sure are sexy and have so much energy!!

The Predtones had smiles on their faces as they staggered toward
the bandstand. I thought this might prove to be an interesting
night. Well, one thing about musicians, they can play no matter
what. None of them noticed that I got the whole thing on video
tape either. Yep, always keep my camera ready in case I run
across a situation like this. I figure if I sell a hot tape of
Pred and the Predtones gang banging a 14 year old to IMG, it will
outsell their tape of the Tommy Lee/Pamela Andersen Honeymoon
video. I should make a tidy profit on this video.

Now Pred usually plays the trombone. But being a virtuoso, he is
capable with the tuba as well. This time he picked up that
powerful instrument and played "Tiger Rag" louder than it had
ever been heard before. Kind of confusing for most of the people
who were standing around the bandstand since they had never heard
that song done by Hank Senior, or anyone they were familiar with.
Most people kind of liked it, but no one took the floor to dance,
although a couple of girls were trying to think up some sort of
line dance steps.

The rest of the Predtones set was more traditional as I recall.
They started off playing some Country Swing music. I have to be
pretty drunk before I can dance to that shit. Most other people
here feel about the same way. That's why its normally played at
the start of any dance. Yep, the band knows everyone is drinking
Jack and Coke as fast as they can down 'em, just so they can
stand the music. Helps booze sales tremendously.

---

The End of Part 1 of 2

By Katie McN
katiemcn@my-deja.com



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