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Subject: {ASSM} A Little Tale {Stereograph} (b-solo g-solo 1st) 
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This is a quick story, posted, partly, to test my server's handling
of moderated groups.  If some kind soul from somewhere other than
my home server could post a follow-up I'd thank you to no end.

Please enjoy the story.  Constructive criticism welcomed.

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Jeff
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                            A Little Tale
 Codes (b-solo g-solo 1rst)
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Once upon a time there was a girl and boy.  Their mother sent them
to a woodlot to collect kindling and stack it by the road for Father
to haul home.  They were diligent at their task for a while, but soon
grew bored.

"Bet I can cum before you," said the boy.

"Can not," replied his sister.

"Can too."  He hiked down his trousers.

"I'll beat you!" his sister replied.  She pulled down her own.

Truth to tell, neither of them had much idea of what it means to cum.
All they knew was what they had heard from the older girls and boys.
They did know that if you played with yourself long enough it would
happen.  They knew it was described as the greatest of pleasures.
Neither had ever played with themselves with real intent before.

The boy pinched the knob at the end of his peter until it stood up
at an angle from his belly.  "I'm already started."  He made a fist
around his little tube.  "You can't catch up now!"

"You're behind!  You had to make it hard, I'm farther along than
you."  The girl was standing bow-legged with her fingers kneading the
fleshy mounds between her legs.

The boy pumped and the girl kneaded and rubbed.  The boy took a short
break from pumping to rub behind his balls.  He'd tried that before
and it had felt really good.  It felt better this time.  The girl,
not to be outdone, put her middle finger in her mouth to make it
slick.  She parted her mounds with the fingers on either side and
used the wet finger to rub the several bits inside.  That felt good,
as it had the times she'd tried it before.  She wanted to be first,
so she paid most attention to the end of the tube that ran down from
the top.  Soon that was too painful so she circled that bit, just now
and again touching the bump that stuck out.

"You'll never make it before me!" she cried.  "I'm so close and it
fells so good."

"I'm gonna cum first!" said the boy.  "I'm so close I think I'll
explode!"

Neither was correct.  The boy pumped on.  He was sweating and
breathing hard.  As the strain built he began to make short grunts.
He wanted to stop, but wouldn't let his sister win.  The girl could
not believe what she was feeling.  Her knees felt rubbery.  Her belly
and legs jerked each time she hit the little bump.  She thought the
muscles in them would tear apart.  Her breathing was ragged, issued
out in moans.  She wanted to stop, but would not let her brother win.

"I'm.  Winning."  groaned the boy.

"Are. Not."  moaned the girl.

Then it happened to them.  Both fell to the ground.  The boy rolled
into a ball as the muscles in his tummy tightened.  He tried to keep
pumping, but the intense sensitivity of his peter was too much to
allow that.  His peter jerked and everything from his balls through
his insides just above them, through his butt-hole, to the end of his
peter felt as though it were passing an elephant.  He tried to grunt,
but his throat was too tight to let it out.

The girl had fallen backward.  She was stretched out with her back
arched.  Her legs were stiff, the muscles strained.  Something
was spasming from deep inside her abdomen to the lower end of her
pussy.  Her abdomen itself was spasming too.  The muscles in her
belly were rock hard.  Only the stronger muscles of her back kept
her from folding around her tummy.  Her child-flat breasts felt
swollen and ticklish at the same time.  Someone was screaming and
moaning.  Her throat told her it was herself.

Slowly, both calmed down.  Odd, pleasant, spasms punctuated the
feeling of warm joy that filled them.   They picked themselves up
off the ground and pulled up their trousers.

"I came first!" crowed the boy.

"Did not!  I came harder too." parried the girl.

"Did not!"

"Did too, I screamed."

"Boys don't scream.  I came so hard I couldn't make a sound."

"You screamed when ..."

And so it went on.

                               The End

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