Message-ID: <5970eli$9711301028@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/5970.txt> From: JohnnyD@cryogen.com (Johnny D.) Subject: ASS: Tasty Young Coeds (spam-inspired mf murder) by Johnny D. Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: johnnyd@cryogen.com X-Posting-Agent: RISC OS Newsbase 0.59f Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19971129.152101.96@cryogen.com> Who remembers Malinov's spam contest? To write a story in 1000 words or less, with the title drawn from a piece of spam? Well, these are my entries; several months late but I plead pressure of work. Unfortunately, this one is also over 1000 words; ah well, I'm sure nobody really cares. When I originally loaded up my spamkiller's log to look for a likely prospect, two titles grabbed my attention: CUM SHOOTING UP HER NOSE and DRIED CUM ON HER CHIN. Unfortunately, I couldn't think of an interesting plot for either of them, so I went back and looked again. Ah... TASTY YOUNG COEDS. In the words of a much better author than I: Ping! Story idea! :-) Oh, and for the record this is an ADULT story and contains scenes that should not be read my minors under any circumstances. Clear? Good. It also contains a murder scene; if you fear this might make you queasy, you might not want to read on. (That bit is only one sentence long, though...) Feedback is welcome! (Hey, it's all I write for. Untrue; what actually happens is that I have an idea, think "hey, cool", and have to at least start to write about it otherwise it keeps going around and around in my head whispering "write about me, write about me" in my ear. But feedback is welcome; good and bad. Especially bad; I enjoy having my work slammed. And if nothing else, feedback reassures me that the story got decent propogation.) TASTY YOUNG COEDS ================= by Johnny D. The college had originally been built between a leafy wood and an open plain; a sizable stream ran practically past its door. The first students used to paddle in those crystal waters, giggling as tiny fish brushed against their ankles. Now the college is jammed between a Cantonese restaurant and a used car dealership; such is the price of progress. On the other hand, until 15 years ago the college didn't have a Culinary Arts department. The Star Student squirted the whipped cream and looked into the approving eyes of his tutor. Ms McConnelly, with that sparkle on her smooth face and soft hair that, contrary to every hygene regulation in the book, reached half-way down her back. She was hotter than a day in August. Crying shame she was a lesbian. And when finally Ms McConnelly smiled, nodded and moved on to look at the efforts of the next student, Leon let out the breath he had barely noticed holding. What he wouldn't give... what he wouldn't give. Even watching her chastise Keilly over the way she had arranged her croutons made him feel... frisky. Frisky indeed. Get down little man, he thought. You'll have your fun later. Mild mannered cookery student by day, at night Leon McHelter became The Hunter! Blue suit, white shirt, blue tie; he was so hot the pavement melted beneath his feet. No woman could resist him. He patted his little man and dived into MacDonalds. Women. Well, females anyway; fifteen-going-on-eighteen years old and clustered around one of the clunky cream tables. Seven of them. They hadn't ordered yet. Perfect. Pick one, little man. Any one. Good choice. His prey was brunette; curls cascading down her neck and around her ears. Talking with her friends, laughing, showing a full set of gleaming white teeth. Not fat but not anorexic either. Perfect. The Hunter moved in. "Say, I am really sorry about that." called Leon, pulling his largest saucepan out of it's cupboard. Linda's - what an awful name for such a gorgeous girl - voice drifted in from his living room: "Don't worry; I'm sure your food will be much better than fries and burgers at MacDonald's anyway." "I really didn't think the waitress would take offence like that." he called, mentally reminding himself to pay the waitress her usual fee first thing in the morning. "Well I just can't think why my friends took her side; I mean, what a bunch of slappers eh?" "Don't be so hard on them, they were probably worried they'd get thrown out as well. That security guard did look pretty fearsome." The guard; he must remember to pay the guard as well. He could still feel the bruises from that one time he'd forgotten. Linda poked her head around the door. "Let's not talk about that any more." She took in the gleaming worksurfaces, the state-of-the-art hob, Leon pulling a large number of spice bottles out of a cupboard. "Wow, what a kitchen; it looks like something off the Starship Enterprise!" Leon smiled and shooed her out. "Now now, a master chef cannot work while being watched. You go and make yourself comfortable, I won't be long." He opened the fridge and gawped. Not much Meat left. Enough; probably just enough. But he'd have to get some more. "Ooh, that was yummy!" yummed Linda, pushing her plate to one side. "I couldn't eat another bite, but it was so yummy, what was it?" Leon smiled; he'd already finished eating. And it was delicious. "A very rare delicacy; the Meat of the South Peruvian Swan-Billed Platypus." "I don't think I've ever tasted such a yummy dinner." said Linda, getting up and laying her hand on Leon's. "I can't thank you enough with my mouth - at least, not with *words*. But I really think I should give you something in return for this meal." Leon grinned ear-to-ear. It had worked again. "Why don't we go through here and discuss terms?" he said, taking Linda by the arm and leading her through his bedroom door. Linda raised her bottom off the bed as Leon yanked her panties off her legs. Then he returned his hands to her crotch, feeling, kneading; but this time working on furry genitals not slippery-wet panties. He plunged a finger into her engorged opening, feeling her shift and moan as he wiggled it in and out. Another finger; another moan. Her hips moving ten to the dozen. Up and down, round and round, his fingers thrusting in and out. A third finger. She was panting hard, moaning hard, legs spread wide as could be to increase his access. He saw her clitoris poking from between her labia and descended upon it; sucking between his lips, drumming on it with his tongue. Vaginal muscles tensed around his fingers, gasps escaped her lips amoung the moans. Just a little orgasm to start with. No mercy. He pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, plunging it deep into her slick innards, waggling and wiggling, licking up and down the length of her slit. Fingers working at her clitoris. He could hear, feel, smell her getting higher. Higher. Closer, closer, closer to something special. Really special. One of the best of her life. Probably *the* best. He removed his hands and sucked her little love button in between his lips, striking it roughly with his tongue. At the same time he reached up with his arms, pinching her nipples through the rough fabric of her blouse. She squealed in joy, throwing her head back, muscles all over her body spasming uncontrollably. And while she was climaxing, Leon flicked the penknife out of his sleeve, expertly opened the blade, and plunged it into her jugular vein. He couldn't believe it. Just couldn't believe it. Finally, she was here, in his flat, sitting at his table. Ms McConnelly. Looking more beautiful than ever. Okay, Leon reminded himself. It was only because the security guard had broken his leg so badly he couldn't walk down the stairs from his flat. (He slapped his head - He really *must* remember to pay him next time!) She was only here to mark his dessert assignment. But it was a start. And, of course, you couldn't have a dessert without first eating a main course. Leon set the saucepan on the stove and opened his freezer. He smiled. He had plenty of Meat. More than enough. *************** Well, that was it. What did you think? The dialogue probably needs re-writing but that sounds too much like hard to work to me. If you want to tell me what you think of this, though, please don't hesitate to drop an email to JohnnyD@cryogen.com - that's JohnnyD@cryogen.com, in case the address harvestors didn't get it first time around. If you want to read my other stories, then you can find them all on my shiny new website at http://members.tripod.com/~D_Johnny/. Now, there's another spam title that's inspired me - CHEERLEADER WITH NO PANTIES. There's a very different story to be written *there*, I think - look for it in a couple of weeks' time, pressure of life permitting. (Oh dear - now I'm writing forewords and afterwords. Been reading too many M1ke Hunt stories I think. Must go back and re-read "i'm a virgin slut being gang-banged by my brother's college football team", get back down to the right level of thought... ;) ) *************** COPYRIGHT NOTICE: This story remains at all times the exclusive copyright of the author known as Johnny D. You, the reader, is hereby granted permission to keep a private copy of this story, and to make paper copies for your own personal use only; however, my authorship and this warning must NOT be removed from the manuscript. You may show this story to other people individually. You may NOT distribute the story publically without my permission. This includes (but is not limited to): placing the story on a web site, FTP site, mailserver; posting in to a mailing list or newsgroup; putting it on a CD-ROM. Do any of these without my say so and I will be very angry. In other words, if you want to use this story for anything, you have to ask me first. [note to Eli the Bearded: you have my permission to place this story on the alt.sex.stories.moderated archive in perpetuity.] -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /