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Subject: {ASSM} Non-Aggression Pact (FM oral impr)
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Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2006 20:10:02 -0400
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Author: Jack C Lipton
Title: Non-Aggression Pact
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Universe: Family Values
Summary: How to make REAL gentlemen
Keywords: FM oral impr
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		    Non-Aggression Pact

		      by Jack C Lipton

When I married Winnie between college semesters, we went on
down to visit her family, invited to hold the wedding there.
Given that I was an only child, an orphan, with parents that
were each only children, made it far easier on me since I
had no roots left keeping me from choosing the town she grew
up in for the ceremony.

Now I'd like to make it clear that one of the key things
that kept me in Winnie's orbit was my always feeling good
about myself around her; she always managed to put me at my
ease.  We cuddled, we snuggled, we made out... and she made
me a man.  She even explained *how* I should do this in
order to minimize her pain in becoming a woman with me at
the same time.

She was able to explain a lot of details as we shared each
other for our first times.  There was just something special
that made us both feel like we belonged to each other, all
reinforced during our post-coital gaze into our partner's
eyes.

I will admit that I occasionally wondered how she'd gotten
to know so many little details and advice about sex despite
having a hymen to break but these thoughts didn't occur
often.  While I will admit right here that it is far easier
to think clearly once your prostate gland and testicles have
been either sucked dry or fucked out, you also don't tend to
have any doubts about the one person working hard at keeping
me drained of sexual fluids..  I guess, now, that it is a
case of choosing not to look the gift horse in the mouth.

Winnie was able to vary our encounters enough so that I
never felt like our sexual relationship could go stale.  At
the same time I was comfortable with doing things she liked
to do, sexual or not.  I would never have believed that I'd
enjoy going to a classical music concert or even opera.  I
was also not disappointed when she turned up her nose at
Country/Western music.

There were times when Winnie told me I was a real prize for
her.  This usually happened around the times she sucked my
genitals dry.

It is hard to *not* feel special and loved when your partner
does this.  I hope Winnie felt at least as special when I
use my mouth on her...

Now I'm a male, a guy, a man... and I didn't understand why
she wasn't as desperate to get off as I was.  I still tried
to do my best for her, in bed and out.  Fortunately she was
interested often enough for my experience levels at licking
her into shape improved, albeit not as quickly as hers did.

You could say we had an active sex life.  And, yeah, saying
just that would have qualified as an understatement.

None of my friends were close enough to me to be willing to
relate my good fortune in finding and wooing Winnie.  I
sometimes think the real reason I had for not boasting was
to avoid triggering competition.

When we got an apartment to share for the second semester of
our Sophomore year I'd expected complaints from her folks,
who, by that time, I had met over Winter Break.  I did see
smiles from her folks and her dad seemed pretty laid back.

Living with Winnie was an eye-opener;  she spent her time in
the apartment nude and soon had me join her in nudity within
our walls.  What soon bothered me is that I couldn't hide my
arousal, so, every time she saw me get an erection, she'd
approach me, kiss me, and kneel to take it right down, no
matter her mood, no matter how much I told her not to bother
with it or otherwise leave a hard dick alone.

I don't know, though.  Oh, yes, I felt _wonderful_ given her
keeping me drained of semen, but, there were times that I
felt guilty.  Like the times when she'd be feeling under the
weather.  At times I wanted to wear clothes in the house
just so that she wouldn't see me get hard and feel compelled
to act as a softener.  It didn't take long for me to acquire
some control so that she'd not see an erection when she was
feeling poorly.

Thankfully she was seldom under the weather.

I will tell you here that an enthusiastic morning fuck, a
couple of happy-faced blow-jobs during the day and a
nightcap of another brain-shattering fuck would not just put
us both to sleep but did two extra things for me: first,
this regimen kept me incredibly relaxed, and, second,
unsolicited erections were far more unlikely.

So I'd adapted to her.  I didn't realize, at the time, that
she hadn't had to adapt far to me.  Or that she had a plan.

We didn't _have_ to get married, of course.  No, we didn't
_have_ to, she didn't push it, but I was eager to.  More
eager than she was, for a while there, but she'd become
comfortable with the idea.

Why did I press to marry her?

Because I love her.  I loved her then and I still love her
now, many years later.  I have learned, over the years, how
to recognize how much she loved and loves me, too.

I'm also selfish;  I wanted to keep her.

So we arrived at her folks' home in Pennsylvania.  It was a
big older house with a lot of property around it and several
out-buildings, including some cabins off in wooded sections.
It seemed an incredibly comfortable place, with a tall fence
giving privacy around most of it.

My first shock on arrival came from seeing how her family
was dressed.

All right, so I said that wrong.  They weren't dressed.  All
of her family was nude.  And the sight that greeted us on
entry was the wife of Winnie's older brother Walter, a very
pretty, sweet, attractive and obviously pregnant Karen.
Both her and her husband were nude... no, they were naked.
We found them in a pose I was used to being in with Winnie:
her on her knees in front of him working to drain his hard
dick.

We were still dressed, making us stand out as the "odd
ones", and my fiance got my attention and told me to strip
as she started peeling off her own clothes.

And, yeah, I was uncomfortable showing my erection in front
of Winnie's whole family.

Before Walter could get drained by Karen, Winnie started to
soften me up.  Usually I get much harder going through this
protocol long before I can get softer.

Then Winnie blew my mind, instead of my dick, by pulling
back from me and calling over "Karen, wanna try mine?"

I saw my future sister-in-law nod before the girls got up
and traded dicks, as I stood there, stunned into inaction.

Karen wasn't as talented as Winnie, but, I will admit, not
by much.  I swear the two women timed things so both Walter
and I came at the same time.  Of course it was likely Winnie
had to work at it more than Karen given that we hadn't had
any opportunities for Winnie to drain my balls before we got
here.

As I calmed down I somehow collected enough brain cells to
look around at the rest of her family.

It is in this survey that I learned where Winnie had learned
and honed her oral skills.  Heck, this was probably where
Karen was learning, too.  I thanked Karen before blushing,
then watched as Winnie's mother Miranda drained her own
husband William's balls.  The three teens at the couch with
them were also busy--  Winnie's twin sisters Camille and
Cecile were draining their younger brother Chris.  I've
heard of double-teaming but had never seen it done before.
If I hadn't been freshly emptied I would've gotten hard just
by watching and hearing them go at it.

Reality had obviously skipped a cog.  This seemed far too
weird, especially given how wonderful this situation catered
to the menfolk.  I dunno, maybe I spent far too much time in
trying to be a "sensitive caring" male as some feminists
claimed to want, so the discomfort and guilt I felt for
being with such a wonderful woman like Winnie came to the
fore.

Well, reality may have gone off on a kegger somewhere, but
we soon were all relaxed as we got comfortable with each
other, albeit in the nude.

Chris, being only fifteen, would get a woodie every ten to
twenty minutes and the twins would take turns taking it down
for him.  I was startled when I saw Karen and then Winnie
each take a turn, too.

I finally asked, out of the blue, "So, what's the story,
here?  Why so much oral sex?"

Miranda looked me in the eye:  "How do you feel?  Angry?
Hurt?  Offended?"

I had to think about this.  I didn't feel upset at all.  In
fact, I felt pretty damn relaxed and I told her so, with "I
don't feel much, right now.  I'm... I'm... relaxed.  I can't
explain it."

Miranda smirked.  I saw the other women, even Karen, smile.
"Look at my husband.  How does he look?"

There was only one answer to that: "Content.  Like nothing
is bothering him."

Miranda nodded.  "Well, I learned early on, that if I ignore
my husband's sex drive and let any of his testosterone build
up, he gets irritable and even angry, even if he can't see
it himself.  He gets aggressive, and not always in a sexual
way.  I'm not sure where I got the idea, but, by sucking and
fucking him into a state close to a limp rag, he doesn't
_get_ aggressive.  It didn't take long for me to realize
that it took a whole shitload and a half of sex for a man to
be relaxed enough to be loving.  Giving him 'just enough',
like a 'minimum daily allowance', wasn't doing the trick, so
I went to find his limits.  So, like Linus Pauling had
advised with Vitamin C, I went for mega-doses of vitamins B,
J and F, and, doing so, I pushed him right to his sexual
limits."

I looked over at Winnie, then back to her mom.  "But... how
can you do that?  What do _you_ get out of it?  Winnie isn't
usually anywhere near as eager for me to reciprocate, so,
ummm...  Why bother?"

Miranda looked into William's eyes and he looked back.  My
heart almost stopped at the looks on their faces and eyes--
I'd seen the same on Winnie.  I looked over and Winnie's
eyes met mine and we, too, melted.  I hoped I looked as good
to her as she looked to me.

When we snapped out of it-- and there was a pause as Karen
and Winnie dove on Walter after he'd snapped out of it with
a new erection-- I renewed my question to my future
mother-in-law: "So, really, what's the advantage that makes
this... work... worth your time?"

Miranda smiled at me.  "My husband is a happy, content, man,
who is loyal to *me*.  He loves me as much as I do him.  He
has learned that I don't often want him to show his love for
me sexually so he does a lot of loving things for me that I
really enjoy.  In other words, he-- and both you and
Walter-- are, to be honest, pussy-whipped.  And you love it.
And you can't help but want to see your wives happy... and
your wives want *you* to be happy, too.  By keeping you well
and truly drained, your wife gets a man who is _happy_ with
her and affectionate."

I nodded, starting to understand.  "What of Chris, though?"

William answered this one, with "You'd be surprised how easy
it is to put up with a teen-ager who gets his brains sucked
out on a frequent basis.  He behaves *very* well.  He does
well in school.  He also is comfortable with other people."

All right, this makes some sense.  "But why the twins?"

Now Camille and Cecile are both attractive sixteen year-old
girls, albeit rather thin, like their oldest sister.  It was
Camille who looked to me and said "Like Winnie, we want to
find husbands.  Knowing how to do this-- and being really
good at it-- makes it easier for us in the future... and for
now keeps our brother happy, cooperative and helpful which
*really* pays off around the house.  He is a lot easier to
live with given some of the stories we hear from our girl
friends!"

It bothered me that there was no apparent downside to this.
Excepting, of course, that it seemed like a subservient act.
"So, isn't it a bit submissive to give a blow-job every time
we men get a hard-on?  It always spooked me how Winnie would
go down on me even when she wasn't feeling very well."

Miranda laughed.  "You know that line in the Bible?  The
master shall be the servant and vice versa?  When we women
have our mouths there, *we* are calling the shots.  *We* are
in control.  Yeah, it may _look_ submissive, but we have you
men by the balls.  I've heard the party line about it being
degrading but I'm certain that my daughter Winnie has
already seen the glow of love and devotion in your eyes when
she's doing it right.  A lot of folk have no clue of the
power and control it gives us!  At the same time, you might
have noticed how sensitive Winnie is to your affection, too,
when *you* are the master of her heart.  It's a balance.
We keep the testosterone down so that you *can* concentrate
on being a good lover.  And, to be perfectly honest, I have
more power over my husband when I'm on my knees than most
egotistical women would ever be able to believe.  He loves
me.  And, by keeping him happy, he knows how much I love
him.  Long ago he had major problems feeling loved, no
matter how much I told him, so I tried a way of telling him
in a way that he couldn't miss."

Oh.  And I knew about the light of love and devotion, having
seen it in Winnie's eyes on those times when I used my
tongue on her.

"And we looked you over before, at the school, and, in our
talks, we recognize that *you* have some problems hearing
the truth of being loved and lovable by your eyes and ears,
so Winnie knew you were more amenable to this treatment."

I turned to look at Winnie, still double teaming with Karen
on her brother Walter, tongue and lips touching Karen's as
they worked his glans.  I shouldn't have watched so closely
given how quickly I popped another hard-on.

One thing for nudity in this house-hold:  it guaranteed that
no man could hide an erection.  Camille and Cecille were on
me before I could think and...

*Damn!!!*

With my hard-on being serviced by two teen-age girls, their
mother stood up and looked down into my eyes as I succumbed
to the twins' skills, telling me "See, we want to you know
that by marrying Winnie, you will need to agree with how our
family works.  Any erection you get, in either your own or
our house-hold here, will get taken down by the first woman
or women who can get at it.  I know you'd rather have Winnie
right now, but you will have to accept her sisters...  or
even me, or Karen, if she's already busy.  The only pussy
you would normally get to put your come into is Winnie's,
too, because I'm still a little bit ambivalent about doing
any swapping... though I will admit that you _do_ look
tempting.  And even available.  Tell me how you feel about
Winnie."

I moaned out an "I love her!" to answer Miranda as the twins
kept me from being able to hide the truth.

"And tell me that you want to join our family."

The two tongues of distraction took away all of my ability
to think of a delaying tactic as I grunted "Yes, if you'll
take me..."

A smile.  "Good.  And I _like_ that phrasing!  Girls, out of
the way, now!"

Before I could get any of my brains back I was balls deep in
my future mother-in-law.  Miranda's eyes locked on mine, the
softness in them driving a feeling of wonderment, close to
how I felt with Winnie on *our* first time... and every time
since then.

"Sorry, Thomas, I changed my mind, just now, about swapping.
You *are* going to get extra pussy after all.  You love us
all, don't you?"

I nodded.  "Yes, I do."  I felt comfortable, content.

She looked to her husband.  "Bill, OK, I agree with Walter,
yes, I will share you with Karen, since you're going to have
to share me with Thomas, here.  OK?"

My eyes were glazed over but I could tell he nodded just
before Walter called out "Dad, get behind Karen and make her
feel wanted, all right?"

Well, William didn't take long to get off the couch and get
behind Karen and was soon trying to distract Karen from
providing her husband another great blow-job, especially with
the help of my fiance.

My passenger turned back to me, touched my face to get my
attention, and moaned, grinding against my cock, rotating
her body and squeezing me with her vaginal muscles.

Miranda, as she straddled my lap with my hard dick deep
inside of her, stopped, telling me, "So you are going to
shoot some of your hot baby-making sperm into my hot,
fertile and ovulating pussy, right?"

What?  What?  No, I couldn't.  I tried to shake my head and
Miranda put my face between her palms, melting me again as
my eyes met hers.  "I'm not asking you, Thomas, I am telling
you what you're going to do.  William had a vasectomy years
ago that turned out to be irreversible.  Seeing Karen
pregnant, I've been hot and horny to be pregnant again.  I
am *not*, dammit, going to wait long enough for Camille or
Cecille to find a boy to pop them to get myself a baby.  I
want you to put a hot load of your pure fuck into my womb."

I tried to say no.  I really did, but she kept telling me to
shoot her full, all as she rode up and down on me while
demonstrating vaginal muscular skills that Winnie didn't
have yet.

The ability to hold back my orgasm was a gift from spending
so much time empty.  Miranda's orgasms, which came as often
as Winnie's would have in the same situation, were eroding
my control.  In this coupling it was a case of Miranda
*taking* my come, not having me give it to her.  This was
right on the edges of rape though I'll admit that I wasn't
really able to say "no" and make it stick, even in my own
head.

Things were slow for me until Winnie sat next to me and told
me, right in my ear, to "Give it to her.  She wants your hot
fuck in her hot pussy.  She wants your baby now.  She wants
you to make her a mommy again.  She loves the feel of your
hot cock in her cunt, think about giving her all the come in
your balls.  I want you to give it to her.  I love you.  I
want to see you come."

That was what finally set me off:  Winnie wanted me to shoot
her mother full of sperm.  So, on Miranda's next climax, she
felt my dick spasm several times as I called out how I was
coming.

We were both a limp pair as we came down, panting, my arms
cradling Miranda and scratching her back.  Even Winnie was
looking dazed but then she spotted her dad's lap and dove on
it.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

Our wedding was a fairly small and intimate affair, and,
yes, I chose those words with care, just to fuel your
imagination.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

During the rest of college Winnie kept me well drained and
we both managed to do very well in our classes.  During our
senior year we had Camille and Cecille move in with us after
their freshman year as a money-saving measure which *really*
helped me concentrate.

In other words, they joined the rotation.  It was strange to
hear Winnie complain that she didn't get enough semen in her
mouth because her twin sisters were too good at keeping me
drained.

Miranda had me impregnate her a second time after a set of
twins, a boy and a girl, were born.  Another pair of twin
daughters arrived and then Miranda called it quits and had
her tubes tied, not feeling up to pressing her luck in
waiting for any boys the twins might find.

When the twins settled down with a pair of twin boys, Winnie
and I helped to indoctrinate them into the family.  The
protocol worked on both of them as they joined us in moving
to a larger apartment while I pursued my Masters.  We were
also around for the time when Chris found a suitable mate
who was comfortable enough with the "rules" to join
Miranda's large family.

    ----------------------------------------------------    

It's funny how clear my mind is when I've got so little
testosterone accumulated in my blood.  Some of the other
effects, like slow beard growth, have been convenient.

At the same time, we spend a lot of time as an extended
family.  When Miranda had jumped me, it aborted discussions
on how far to "share", setting up some initial rules and
conditions.  We all finally agreed that true incest wasn't
completely comfortable for us to consider but none of us
were likely to consider it forever off-limits.  We all did
tend to agree that blood relations should avoid risks of
pregnancy.  There were enough non-blood relations in the
family to make the open swapping when we spent summer time
vacations together a non-troubling time.

Over time, it was Karen who popped Chris, while she was
pregnant with her second child.  With a lot of encouragement
from the whole family, we had a whole ritual when I had
popped the twins, an altogether frightening event given my
worries over getting it wrong and hurting them.  And, yeah,
we took precautions.

Winnie and I had five children in all, two sets of twins and
a girl, so, we had three girls and two boys.  With the whole
family backing us we were never alone.  We made sure to be
close to her parents, too, which made it easier to stay in
a cabin.

And, yes, I saw the logic in having aggressive feelings
sucked right out of me since it seemed to work so well.  It
also reinforces my recognition of Winnie's loves for me.  I
do my best to make sure she know she can tell that I love
her as dearly.

Now it is up to Winnie to decide if this whole protocol is
good to pass on to the next generation.  I'm kind of in
approval, but she has to decide.

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