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Subject: {ASSM} Emma's Pet store. Ch.1 (Caution, fff, goldfish, insertion)
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Date: Thu, 26 Mar 2009 23:10:02 -0400
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Emma's Pet store - Chapter 1

   Emma lived in a large apartment above her own Pet store in a beautiful
old house on the outskirts of the quiet small town.  She had run the local
Pet store for almost sixteen years.  She was very popular amongst the
townspeople, and even more so amongst her faithful customers.  If you
wanted a new pet, no matter what species, you came to Emma.  She
specialized in exotic fish.  The basement of the store was littered with
aquariums of a wide variety of sizes.  Some of her customers came from
faraway places to shop for fish.  Emma was a rather plain looking woman
with pale, freckled skin and curly red hair, in her late thirties.  She
lived single by her own choice.  There had been a few men in her life, but
she felt more comfortable living on her own.  Running the Pet store was
more than a full time job.  She dedicated between seventy and eighty hours
a week to her rather successful business, a commitment most men would find
unacceptable.  She wasn't an excellent cook either, and that, combined with
a strong will, tended to intimidate men.

   Emma remembered that life-altering weekend back when she was still a
carefree and ignorant teenager.  She and her best friends Simone and Maria
had shared a couple of bottles of wine that Simone's older sister had
bought for them.  Emma's parents were off visiting relatives, so the girls
had the entire house to themselves for the weekend.  She was the only
child, so she had all the freedom she could wish for.  Tall, slender and
dark skinned Simone arrived at about 6 PM with a sports bag containing six
bottles of white wine and a clean change of clothes.  She embraced her
friend and kissed her briefly on the cheek.  Simone was Afro-American but
called herself "Negro" back in the eighties when they were still kids. 
They started chatting and laughing and laying out plans for the days to
come.  About twenty minutes later, Maria arrived.  They were all in the
same class at school, but Maria looked at least two years older than the
others.  She had a much more developed and mature body.  Her breasts were
already ripe and full.  Evil tongues called her "fat", but she really
wasn't.  "Stout" was probably a more fitting description.  And those evil
tongues belonged to jealous girls who would have loved to trade with her.
Except for her grown up body, she was every bit as childish and
self-centered as any teenager.

   They passed the evening in the large living room downstairs, gossiping
about other girls in school, and the boys they fancied, while drinking warm
wine.  When the first bottle was empty, Maria and Simone started dancing to
the tunes of Madonna's new LP.  Simone sure had the greatest talent of the
two, but Maria made up for her lack of grace with a daring, sexual approach
that made Emma blush.  Fifteen minutes into the dancing session, Maria
suddenly pulled her pink shirt off and threw it in Simone's face.  Simone
responded by unbuttoning her yellow blouse and flashing her small, firm
breasts, first to Emma, and the to Maria.  Maria liberated her huge breasts
and tossed her bra onto the floor.  Emma applauded the thrilling floor show
and emptied her glass.  She had never been drunk before.  The next song was
a ballad.  Simone and Maria embraced and kissed each other gently.  The
dizziness Emma felt watching this wasn't only caused by the wine. 
Enchanted, she watched Maria's giant pale breasts rub against Simone's
dark, almost black, cone-shaped beauties.  They moved slowly to the soft
music.  Then, all of a sudden, the music stopped and the spell was broken.

   Maria laughed and cleared her throat: "OK...  OK...  What's the most...
wicked...  and mean thing you've ever done?  And I wanna hear the truth!"
Simone looked at Emma.  Emma looked at Simone.  Neither of the wanted to be
the first to confess.  Maria emptied her glass and pointed at Simone. 
"Simone, dear.  Give us some juicy details from your wicked past!" Simone
filled her glass and had a sip.  "Sexy shit, or violent shit?" "Either.  Or
both would be cool!" "Me and Evelyn beat the crap out of Victor, for
calling my little sister a "black bitch".  We beat him up real good!"
"Whole school knows THAT!  Come on!" "But you don't know he cried like a
little baby.  And we made him beg her for forgiveness." "You had your
little sister watching you kick the shit out of him?  And begging her..."
"On his knees." "That's pretty cool!" "And...  we pissed on him." "You...
What?!" "Pissed on him.  Like that.  Showered him real good!" Emma began
laughing hysterically: "You mean you...  actually...  urinated on him?"
"Yup!  Sure did!" "Wow!  You and Evelyn must be the meanest bitches in
town. Really!" "I know.  But thanks anyway, and what about you, Em?" "Once
upon a time...  You know when we went to stay with our cousins up north
last summer?  Soo inbred!  Anyway...  Joanne, she's almost three years
older than me, used to take me places all the time..." Maria laughed
scornfully:
"In the outback?  C'mon!  Sightseeing around the dung heaps?  What the

hell is there to see?" "We went swimming, fishing...  she took me squirrel
hunting twice..." "And you watched the old bull make out with the old cow,"
Simone guessed.  "Close.  Horses." Her friends loved to hear all about
that. She gave them all the naughty details, and they agreed that being a
mare had its advantages.  "OK.  So...  one night Joanne told me that if you
chopped the head off a chicken, it would run around like a maniac until it
dropped dead from loss of blood." "Yeah, I read about that.  Must be real
fun to watch," Simone said.  Emma continued: "But I didn't believe her.  I
never thought anything could run around without a head.  So she took me to
the chicken coup and grabbed one, and we went down to the river.  She
handed me a knife and told me how to do it.  I cut its head off and Joanne
released it, and it took off like...  Roadrunner.  Me and Joanne...  we
laughed so hard, we almost pissed our pants." Maria looked unimpressed. 
"What's so wicked about chopping some chicken's head off?" "I didn't do it
for the food.  I did it for fun.  And I laughed about it.  That's pretty
mean." Maria sipped her wine and said: "You're both amateurs.  Pissing on
losers...  killing chicken...  I bet you collect stamps too.  I'm gonna
tell you...  No, even better...  I'm gonna show you." Maria stripped bare.
Her friends watched her closely.  She walked across the room and stopped at
the goldfish bowl.  "Let's see..." Emma and Simone stared at her in
disbelief as she caught one of the goldfish with her bare hand.  She
returned to them.  Emma shouted: "What the hell are you doing?" "What does
it look like?" "Stop it!  Put it back!  Now!" "Make me." "You're going to
kill it!" "Like you killed the poor chicken?" "It's not the same thing! 
That was..." "Only for a laugh, you mean.  Well, so is this." "Maria, if
you don't put it back right now..." "I'm bigger and stronger than you."
"You...  You..." "Relax, Em.  It's only a fuckin' fish.  I buy you a new
one tomorrow." She sat down and kissed the wiggling fish.  "Must be boring
to swim around in that little bowl all day.  Let's have some fun!" She
played around with it on her giant breasts for a while.  Her nipples grew
hard.  After a few minutes, she laid down on her back between her friends.
She released it momentarily on her soft belly and let it jump around for
half a minute or so, and then spread her thick thighs.  She dragged the
little fish by the tail fin through her thick pubic bush.  "Stop it!  Don't
do it!" But Emma's protests were lame and half-hearted.  She made no
attempt at saving her little pet.  By the intense struggle the fish put up,
it was obvious that the journey through Maria's nether regions was quite
painful.  Emma hated herself for allowing this to happen.  Maria kept
taunting her tiny captive: "I hope you don't get lost in the forest.  That
would be a shame.  Watch out for the wet cave!  If you get trapped there,
you'll never get out alive." Simone burst into laughter.  Maria continued:
"Watch out for the fish-eating monster!" She let it slide up and down her
wet slit and shuddered as it repeatedly hit her erect clit with its head.
Emma watched her friend's lubricating pussy swell by each passing moment as
she played with the helpless fish.  With her eyes glued to Maria's pussy,
Simone asked: "How does it feel?" Maria sighed and squeezed her breasts
with her free hand.  "Feels like...  getting tickled with a feather on the
cunt...  only ten times better." She turned the little fish around and held
its head between her thumb and pointing finger.  She began painting her fat
pussy lips with its rapidly wiggling tail fin.  A few seconds of this
gentle torture plunged her into a violent orgasm.  She began panting and
moaning.  When she reached the climax, she pressed her live vibrator hard
against her big, stiff clit and more or less decapitated it by digging her
finger nails into its soft body.  The painful death of the fish served
Maria one final wave of burning pleasure.  The gruesome show had lasted
less than ten minutes, but Maria was totally exhausted.  The content smile
on her face reminded Emma of a very happy, newly fed baby.  Simone broke
the silence: "Sheet!  I'm sorry, Em, but I'm gonna have to try it out too."
She rose and unbuttoned her pants.  Emma did nothing to stop her when she
caught one of the largest fish.  She admired her friend's shapely black
buttocks.  The air was thick with a strong female scent.  When Simone began
teasing her left nipple with the desperate fish, Emma let her hand slide
down between her own legs.  Without reflecting on it, she began stroking
herself.  Simone was impatient.  She kept the foreplay short.  After a
brief but intense labia massage, she spread her delicious pussy lips and
inserted the little fighter.  She closed the entrance to her beautiful sex
and pressed the swollen lips together with her fingers.  "Ooooh God!  Oooh
Yes!  So good!  Sooo...  fuckin' good!  I can't believe...  I can't... 
That's...  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!" Simone started trembling.  She wasn't even
touching her clitoris, but orgasmed like never before.  Emma was spellbound
by the cruel but lovely game.  No more than five minutes had passed since
she fished her tool out of the bowl, when she "spat" it out on the floor.
It appeared to be more dead than alive, even though it was still twitching
weakly.  Simone and Maria lay beside each other, exhausted but very
satisfied, and compared their experiences.  Simone stated: "This was, by
fuckin' far, the...  best fuckin' feelin' I've ever had.  I mean...  Ever!"
Maria responded: "Mmm...  Told you so.  You know...  I pity all guys."
"Why," Simone asked.  "Because they don't have pussies." Simone and Emma
started laughing.  "What I mean is...  they will never know what it's like
to fuck a fish.  It's simply not the same...  in the butt." Simone exploded
in laughter.  "What?!  You've done THAT?  In the butt?  No!  No way!"
Simone almost looked shocked.  "Way!" Maria looked completely shameless. 
"Gotta try things to find out if you like it.  In the pussy.  In the butt.
You know what I like the best?" Both her friends shook their heads.  "In
the pussy AND in the butt at the same time." Simone turned her head and
faced Emma.  She had a menacing grin on her face.  "I'm sure Em will tell
us all about it!  Grab her!" Maria pinned her arms to the floor while
Simone stripped her off the jeans.  Emma started fighting when she realized
they were serious, as Simone sat down beside them with two struggling
goldfish in the palm of her hand, but Maria was too strong for her.  She
didn't want any more of her pets to die.  When she felt Simone's finger,
first inside her wet pussy and then inside her tight butt hole, she almost
panicked, but Maria kept her pinned with ease.  Emma tried to press her
legs together, but Simone spread them wide apart and proceeded her grisly
task.  "Please, don't do this!  Stop this!  Please!" Simone mocked her,
laughing:

   "Come on, Em, we all know you want it!" "No, please!" "Do you believe
her, Maria?" "Not for a second." "Me neither." When Emma felt the first
contact of the wiggling fish against her labia, she finally accepted that
she was going to let it happen.  She relaxed and spread her legs
voluntarily.  "You want it," Simone said with a smile.  "I want it." "Come
again?" "I want it!" "Please?" "Please!" Emma had never felt anything even
close to this.  She had an orgasm almost immediately.  Maria kissed her on
the mouth and let go of her hands.  Emma kissed her back and opened her
mouth.  By the time Simone inserted the fish, Emma and Maria was engaged in
a very passionate and wet kiss.  Emma orgasmed again and sucked Maria's
tongue into her mouth.  She almost fainted when the second fish entered her
puckered anus.  Maria had been right.  Having one trapped in her tight butt
hole at the same time certainly was even more awesome.  She let go of
everything and just enjoyed the thrill of a lifetime.  When Simone began
stroking her clitoris gently, she took it to an even higher level.  The
poor fish trapped inside her had so much power in them!  She couldn't
believe such tiny creatures had this kind of stamina and strength.  In the
middle of her fifth or sixth orgasm, the sheer intensity got the better of
her and she passed out.
   End of chapter 1 

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