The Third 1/? {Redman} {sf MF MFF}
( c ) October 2000

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The Third 1/?


I can never remember a time when women didn't greatly 
outnumber men. I've scanned the histories, scanned the 
fictions (even tried to write a few fictions about 
that time myself), but its beyond my experience to 
even understand a time when women weren't completely 
in control of the world and society. With roughly 
eighty percent of the population, of course they're in 
control.

There's still the thread about the how's and the why's 
of it all. Geneticists have a reason for it all, but 
the last time I tried to bone up on it, it was bigger 
than my little mind. I'm just a writer of popular 
fictions after all, not a sci writer. I leave the hard 
thinkin' to the ladies.

It's not like there's less people though, dammit. It'd 
be nice to be able to find a slot when I need one when 
I'm out roamin'. Every slot's taken near the best 
zones all the time! At least people still d'load and 
scan fictions else I'd be out of credits. Well, I'd 
still have Maggie's credits to live off, but then I'd 
have to answer to her for every little chit I wanted 
to lay down.

Not that Maggie's a dom with me. We've been together 
for too long for that. I fell for Maggie the first 
time I scanned her; we were both twelve and even back 
then she put her hooks deep in me. Maggie's always 
known what she wanted and gone straight after it. I 
know it's crude, and I'd never say it in mixed 
company, but it doesn't hurt that she's a five-star 
babe either. I mean, she pulls down tons of credit 
working the 'cast, but the reason I fell in love with 
her back then was because she zaps me real hard.

Maggie's been a good provider over the years and I 
really have no beef with how she's run things, but 
there's always been the ongoing problem of our Third 
that she's never wanted to deal with. I know it isn't 
right because her attitude has always been too old 
fashion in this area, but I can't help but be a little 
jazzed that she never wanted to share me with a Third. 
It's almost like she's jealous and that rev's me too. 
Still in all, we've got no choice now.

Maggie used up our last waver with the option that 
came through last month. The gal didn't seem that bad 
to me either, but Maggie can be as hardheaded as she 
is beautiful, so there ya go. Any day now someone's 
gonna exercise an option and then we'll not have much 
choice in the matter. Unless she's a kinker or a 
dyker, we'll be SOL. At least assuming she makes as 
much as me, that is. That's always why Maggie's 
encouraged my commercial scribings. At least with the 
credit I pull down we won't draw a Third that's a 
freeloader, like some.

I wish I could say I understood all of Maggie's 
problem with taking a Third in, but I guess that's a 
woman thing. I know some families clash with their 
Third, but by and large the Third laws have worked to 
everyone's good - just like the government says. Like 
they say, four girls for every boy, something had to 
happen. Can't blame the Thirds for the variances of 
genetics.

It's not like any woman really wants to be a Third. 
Every Jane wants her own Johnny, but obviously that 
can't happen. There's a lot more dykers of course, but 
that's not for every girl after all. Not every Jane 
can be satisfied with a seventh night ride just once a 
while. I know I wouldn't want that myself, though 
seventh night can be pretty fuckin' fun. But I guess 
it's different if you're on the female end of it.

But it's not like Maggie uses me all six nights she 
has me anyway. First of all, she's got her career and 
all, so she's working most of the time. Then there's 
the fact that most girls that even have steady rides 
don't want 'em six nights a week. Even at our ages 
we've steadied out to about five times a week, and 
most of those are during the day when Maggie's not as 
busy.

So it's not like she can't spare me for a Third. It's 
not even that in our bracket the Third might choose to 
live with us. I'm realistic after all. Despite the 
stories, I know we're not gonna draw a knockout babe 
that's gonna do us both every night with cheap, hot 
sex. I'm not into that anyway; I don't even go into 
the bird's nests on seventh night when I could.

Maggie's just a sweet soul that never really learned 
to share her goodies with anyone. She's a collector 
and she doesn't like people messing with the stuff 
that she's collected over the years. I know that she 
cares for me and all, but Maggie not wanting a Third 
is more about not wanting to share what's hers than 
not wanting to share me.

Even on eighth night Maggie's a little distant. (I 
know, there's really no such thing as eighth night, 
but everyone knows what the old joke about eighth 
night sex being so good means.)  But I don't wanna 
sound like I'm down on Maggie, 'cause she really does 
it for me like no seventh night hottie can. Just 
seeing her on the 'cast while she's workin' can get me 
rocky and I get to toss her five times a week. If I 
weren't flippin' her, I'd have a bad dose for her.

Anyways, I get back from a 'noon of strollin' the 
zones, not really a heavy shoppin' trip or all, and 
when I get home there's an official noti on the wall. 
I d'load it and sees we been pegged with another 
option. I know Maggie's gonna boil.

Still and all, I am a little curious, so I check the 
sender and do a lookup. I did it discreet like, at 
least. The sender turned out to be one Elizabeth Rose 
Lancaster, who I have never heard of. It might have 
been some Jane I flipped on seventh night, but I 
usually liked to get a name. Like I said, I'm pretty 
conservative about such things.

I pulled up Lancaster's public bio and at least she 
wasn't a complete barker. She wasn't a babe like 
Maggie, but then not many are. She was a little older 
than us, a touch on the heavier side and (most oddly) 
listed herself as double hetero. There weren't too 
many double h's, these days. Even Maggie listed 
herself as BI even though she hasn't bedded another 
Jane in quite some time. At least, not that she clued 
me in on.

At least Lancaster showed a descent credit scan on the 
public side. She made twice what I did, though still 
not as much as Maggie. She listed herself as a writer, 
which was about the only thing I scanned that we had 
in common. Don't know what kinda words she was 
selling, but someone parted with nice credit to d'load 
'em.  I calc'ed that I had two choices. This evening 
was my seventh night anyway and I was supposed to 
check in by 17:00. It was already 14:00. I could wait 
and see if Maggie was gonna scoot by, but generally 
she won't see me off before seventh night anyway. 
Maggie's never said it, but I've always had the idea 
she didn't approve of seventh night. "Course, it's the 
law whether she approved of it or not. Every man had 
to pull at least one seventh night gig a week with but 
a few exceptions. At least I didn't usually pull more 
than one, unless Maggie was busy or out of town on 
business.

The other alternative was to mark the noti as unread 
and let Maggie deal with it when she got home. I could 
always check in early and earn a few extra credits. As 
compared to facing Maggie immediately after she read 
the noti, that sounded peachy with me.

After I hit the shower and changed, I left a sticky 
for Maggie to remind her where I'd be. Sometime she 
can be so tied up with work that she forgets our 
plans. I hit the Metro to buzz down to the local 
Seventh House.

Normally I didn't flirt while I was out but there was 
a Jane on the Metro that was giving me serious eye. I 
was on the way to the House anyway, so it's not like I 
was lookin' to get some on the sly like most Johnny's 
do. She was a looker and a bold one too 'cause she 
came right up and sat beside me, wanting to cuddle. 
She had the look of the lonely and I hated to tell her 
I was married, but when I told her I was on my way to 
do my civic duty, she brightened just fine. Her voice 
had an eager rasp when she asked which House I was 
headed too. Since she was such a looker (and seemed a 
sweet gal as well) I told her and we brought out our 
pads and swapped sigs.

At the door of the House the attendant read my pad and 
pulled my records. She thanked me for coming in early 
as she gave me my pharmis. There was a new pharmi this 
time and, after scanning it, she told me that the docs 
read that it helped for stamina. She was a nice one, 
so I gave her a little wink and a tickle, but she just 
laughed me off. Probably the attendants got free rides 
whenever for all I know. I'm sure the ones that 
dispense the pharmis got as much as they wanted.

Next the Doc got her blood sample from me and gave me 
the run thru. It may have been the pharmis already 
started boiling in my system, but it felt like she 
took a little longer with the inspection than she had 
to. That was fine by me, of course, because by then I 
was ready to flip her anyway if she would have only 
given me the word.

I checked a single room with the dispatcher and looked 
to see if the Jane from the Metro was here yet. 
Unfortunately she wasn't, but the ration of fems-to-
mens in the house was 2 to 1, so I doubted I would be 
lonely for long. Besides, by now my sig was out so 
that any interested Jane in the area would know that I 
was here. I usually didn't go for repeaters, because 
of Maggie, but there ya go.

When I went into my assigned room, I hit the switch to 
show that it was occupied. I set the fem limit to two 
as I always did. You hardly get more than two in a 
single room anyway, unless you're some kinda star. 
Besides, if I want wall-to-wall fem I could go to the 
bird's nest in the middle of the house.

I had just drawn a glass of water when my first Jane 
comes in. She was an older gal, maybe twice my age. 
That didn't bother me 'cause I always had a thing for 
older gals anyway, especially the ones that blush and 
act all shy on me when I first meet them. Some of them 
can even remember the one-to-one days, but that's 
usually the ones that are too old for even me. This 
one was probably raised by a one-to-oner though, so 
she might still have that mind.

Anyways, we talk a bit and she seems a nice one. (I 
said I was conservative at these things.) She's got 
soft, wavy brown hair and a gentle smile. She was 
wearing a bronze sweater that buttoned down the middle 
and when I reached for the top button she smiled like 
a young girl. Her name was Martha and her breath 
tasted like wintermint.

Since she was my first tonight, we both had on all our 
clothes. I think Martha liked that because she seemed 
to enjoy me taking off our clothes a piece at a time. 
There was nothing under the blouse except sweet woman 
breasts that were too small to sag much. When I gently 
sucked them into my mouth, her moans made me feel that 
it had been a very long time since anyone had done 
that for her.

That's what seventh night is all about for me, anyway. 
The rich and the beautiful, both young and old, can 
marry or catch meat on the sly. But the average 
looking gal with an average job might go years without 
a man if not for seventh night. Maybe her whole life. 
Something about the average women, the lonely ones, 
made me feel like this was something worthwhile. At 
times, something sacred.

Soon we were both naked and she seemed pleased that 
she had entered my room. I knew when her clothes were 
off that I had never seen her before because she had a 
dark brown birthmark on her side that I would have 
remembered anywhere. Martha's hips in front were a 
little bony and her butt in back sagged at bit, but 
she had a nice mouth and she kissed wonderfully.

I had already set the aromas to lilacs and the lamps 
to soft violet so when I pulled her down into our own 
little nest it startled her a bit, but then she smiled 
and giggled. I think it had been such a while for 
Martha that it was almost like being with a virgin, 
only a virgin who had lived and waited a very long 
time.

But, I don't think she was a virgin really because she 
knew exactly what she wanted. I tried to go down on 
her, but Martha was eager for the ride by then. Or 
rather, she was eager to be ridden. She surprised me 
when she flipped me and wanted on the bottom. Seven 
out of eight ladies want to be the top so they can get 
their fill, but Martha just wanted me to hold her 
tight and work into her gently.

She pulled me down until my face was buried into her 
hair and her bony pelvis thrust back against me hard 
for a while. Eventually her thrusting slowed as she 
wore herself out, but she wanted me to keep going. By 
this time she was hugging me tightly and crying, so I 
figured she was thinking about someone very special to 
her. I tried to fuck into her lovingly, like whoever 
she was thinking about would have or should have.  I 
don't think Martha had an orgasm, which I thought was 
a damn shame. She was a lovely, tender woman and I 
wanted to do everything I could to make her happy 
while she was here. I think the emotions were just too 
intense for her though, because eventually she decided 
that she had to go. Before she left, she asked for my 
sig and begged me to see her again sometime when I was 
in the House. I told her I'd be happy to share a nest 
with her again but that next time she had to promise 
to let me please her.  She giggled and blushed like a 
schoolgirl in my arms. This was why I loved seventh 
night so much. Maggie was wonderful and I love her so 
much it hurts. But, having a forty-year old woman in 
your arms blushing, dying to come back and toss you 
anytime, makes a Johnny feel pretty nice.

I was feeling a little sad after Martha left when in 
walks a couple of go-girls that were on a date. Man, 
they were ready for action. They clued me that they 
had been to the bird's nest but there was not enough 
meat there for their taste, so they were ready for a 
hard ride. Janni and Marta couldn't have been more 
different than Martha, which is what you get sometimes 
with seventh night.

Marta was the dom, so she went first crack. She pushed 
me back into the nest, leering all the while, though 
she was gentle enough about it. Janni cranked the 
enviros to pulsing lights and some harsh, smoky 
fragrance I didn't even know. Marta's shaved beav 
between her leathers was already glistening so I knew 
she would be fast on the draw. Sure enough, by the 
time my back hit the floor, she was already settling 
in.

For all her complications, Marta's needs were simple. 
She just wanted a wild ride on hard meat. She had her 
sub rubbing her off as she rode, one hand frigging her 
clit and the other with knuckles knocking at her back 
door. Since my hands were free and I wanted her done, 
I pulled and twisted on her nipples that poked out of 
the leather cutouts. She thanked me by picking up the 
pace and soon she was popped.

She pushed Janni's head down on my meat and had her 
clean it off. For a reward, she let her sub straddle 
me with her ass facing back at me and sit down. Of 
course, Marta wouldn't let Janni thrust on me until 
she had eaten out her dom's beav proper. That was a 
little boring for me of course, with nothing to do or 
look at except Janni's ass. With nothing better to do 
I thought I'd give her tail a tingle, but Janni's tail 
looked like it had already been well used by her dom 
already today.

Lucky for me, Janni was adept at getting Marta juiced, 
so in short order her dom was wicked tired. Janni spun 
around on my meat without even pulling back; then she 
began to work me with the well-trained muscles of a 
good sub. She was brutal with me, squeezing my cock 
out like a wet dishrag. Janni probably never got real 
meat, but I could tell she was well versed in the 
plastic and rubber flavors. From the way she squeezed, 
I wondered if they ever broke.

Even with the pharmis I had a hard time not popping. 
It looked like Janni was on a personal mission from 
God to see if she could make me shoot, because she was 
working it too good and too hard for it just to be her 
own rock she was after. Sure enough, Marta came around 
dogging her saying no way this Johnny's gonna 'load on 
her scrawny snatch. Janni had a wild look, like she 
really needed it. No telling what perv Marta had 
waiting if she couldn't get me off.

I don't like doms anyways, so I decided to try and 
give Janni what she needed. I started rockin' hard, 
thinking of all the Jane's that get me rollin'. I 
thought of Maggie, of course. Then I thought about 
Martha, but our rockin' was too hard to think about 
tender Martha. I thought about a girl from school with 
long, silky black hair. Just as I was about to get my 
nut, I thought of the picture of Elizabeth Rose 
Lancaster, the plain looking woman that wanted to be 
our Third, and I blew.