Bang in the Fourth of July

Story by srb

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Don't read if under 18 or illegal in your little corner of the world, like you'll listen. This should appear only on my site http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/srb/www/ F3, Futanari Palace, Pal's archive site, through Pal's yahoo group, on Pal's Forum... well, it basically should be wherever Pal's stuff is. Also at the Grey Archive, and some other places they might end up, they know who they are.

This is copyright me, so don’t call it yours. Feedback can be left here. I created all the characters, they are all fictional, and any relevance to anyone living or dead, is incidental

I would like to thank Basil_Jelly, and crudebuster for helping me beta. They should have caught most of my errors, so anything you see is their fault :P Seriously they have improved the quality of the work and I appreciate their efforts, all for free.

This story is a sequel to my Bang in the New Year story.

This story contains Anal oral rimjob female/male/futanari

Bang in the Fourth of July

8 hours 12 minutes to write and edit 7593 words(not including title, or disclaimers)

“Happy fourth!” Jennifer said, carrying an offering of meat. A dozen thick foot long hot dogs she ordered special at the deli in one hand, and a pound of special preformed gourmet hamburger she purchased at the butcher’s in the other. “We come bearing gifts!”

“Hey Jen, Paul, happy fourth!” Amy smiled, happy to have company. She had just had her outside porch redone, and wanted to show it off, and her new grill.

“Anywhere I can put these?” Paul asked, slamming down a case of Guinness, along with a twelve pack of wine coolers. He had a liter of silver rum in his front pocket too, he had been given the beer run duty.

“Oh, sorry, I tried calling earlier but I couldn’t get through,” Amy scratched her head.

“Why, what’s up?” Jennifer asked concerned.

“Well, it looks like it’s just the three of us today, Mark and Joan decided to go to her parents, and Jesse decided to go off with her boyfriend on a romantic getaway,” Amy had been planning this barbeque for weeks, and was disappointed that it was as of yet failing. If Paul and Jen had called out, she would have burst into tears.

“What the heck are we gonna do with all this booze?” Paul asked, just staring at it. He didn’t plan on drinking heavily tonight, thirty six drinks and a liter of rum wasn’t that much between seven people, but between three there was plenty enough for the three of them to get sloshed and have some for the next day.

“I don’t know,” Amy sighed.

“It’s cool,” Paul popped the cap off a Guinness with his key chain bottle opener, and took a quick swig.

“There’s a cooler and ice in the house,” Amy pointed to the back entrance to the house on the porch with the spatula.

“I’ll take care of it, leave the meat man in charge of the cooking,” Jen grinned.

“Hey, I am the meat man, ok?” Paul bragged. “Let your tongue be the judge.”

“Alright,” Amy said, leaving the grill all to him. She would rather let him do all the work instead, so much less she had to do.

“Amy, where’s the ice?” Jen asked from the top step of the porch.

“It’s in the stove, second rack,” Amy replied nonchalantly.

“What?” Jennifer hung her head crooked, wondering what the hell she meant.

“Where do you think it is silly? In the freezer maybe?” Amy laughed. Paul turned his head so his girlfriend would not see his chuckling.

“Oh ha-ha there,” Jen said, opening the back door.

“Beautiful day for a B-B-Q,” Paul filled the grill with charcoal briquettes, and then smoothed the pile evenly. “Got any lighter fluid?”

“Oh, shit, I forgot,” Amy cursed.

“It’s fine, gimme that box the beer came in,” he pointed at the black and yellow beer box. “We’ll just bend this a little bit, rip it here, and,” he pulled his zippo lighter out of his pocket, and produced a flame. Dropping it into the pile of charcoal, it didn’t take long for them to heat up.

“Alright, I got the ice,” Jennifer treaded carefully down the steps onto the porch.

“You sure you don’t want a hand?” Paul asked, putting his hand over the embers to protect them from the wind as they began to catch fire.

“No, I got it,” Jennifer managed to make it down the narrow stairs easy enough.

“Put some of those beers on ice,” Paul said, finishing off his first beer. “Hand me another one while you’re at it.”

“Geez,

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