Message-ID: <58652asstr$1235952604@assm.asstr.org>
X-Original-To: story-submit@asstr.org
Delivered-To: story-submit@asstr.org
X-Original-Message-ID: <969571.68729.qm@web31807.mail.mud.yahoo.com>
From: Thinking Horndog <im_a_thinker@yahoo.com>
X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2009 17:32:24 -0800 (PST)
Subject: {ASSM} The Pact -- Episode 1 Part 25/53 {Thinking Horndog}(mF oral mm enema)
Lines: 928
Date: Sun, 01 Mar 2009 19:10:04 -0500
Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr.org/Year2009/58652>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-admin@asstr.org>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@asstr.org>
X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw
<1st attachment, "The_Pact_25.txt" begin>
Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 25 of 53
Universe: The Pact
Summary: In the summer between their Junior and Senior years of high school
three young men make a pact to handle their sexual supply problems by
seducing each other's mothers.
Content: mF oral mm enema
The Pact: Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Chapter 25
"So, you had sex with Candace?" Jean asked. She was sitting astride
Toby, cowgirl-fashion, after a ride that brought her two orgasms and a
vagina full of Toby's spend.
Toby grimaced. "Yes."
"So how was it?"
"Good..."
"As good as this?"
Toby waved his hand. "Please, no comparisons. That's jealousy
talking. I needed to do it, so I did it."
"I just -- this 'just sex' thing -- I'm trying, but..." Jean rubbed
her face.
Toby sighed. "You're going to have to," he asserted. "For one
thing, until you do, you're going to blame me for doing what I have to do to
keep things stable. For another, you promised -- not only me, but the
others."
"I know, but..."
"Look how you're acting!" Toby pressed. "Maybe you should plan to
take on one of the new guys -- I'm sure you'll be able to treat THAT as just
sex..."
"Oh, God -- I don't know..." Jean whined.
"What will it take?" Toby demanded. "Okay, it's like this: No more
sex between us until you do one of the other guys -- preferably in front of
witnesses." He pushed her off him.
"Toby, please!" Jean wailed.
"I'm serious!" Toby insisted.
"Well, not tonight, okay? Tonight doesn't count. Tomorrow --
starting tomorrow -- that way I can nerve myself up for Friday. Please!"
Jean begged.
"Jean, I'm warning you..."
"You're right! You're right! I'll... do one of the new boys..."
Jean insisted. "Just... let me have another time with you..."
"It'll be the LAST time..." Toby warned as Jean reached for his
cock. "This is for your own good."
"Yes, Toby." Jean engulfed his half-hard cock with her mouth. He
reached down to rub her neck and back while she nibbled and sucked. Deep
throat was apparently beyond her, but she knew where to work on a cock --
and the most sensitive places were easily reached, anyway... He was up and
running in no time, and they made love, missionary style -- gently at first,
but with more and more passion until Jean surged against him and screamed
while he poured what little semen he had left into her quaking vagina.
Afterwards, they slept, entwined...
----------------------------------
There was a knock on the bedroom door, and Mama's voice floated
through, "Boys? Can I talk to you for a moment?"
'DAMN!' Damian groused to himself, 'Talk about fucked-up timing!'
He'd managed to get the tip of his finger in Big Brother's asshole, and he
was shaking like a leaf, his eyes rolled up, getting ready to shoot into
Damian's sucking mouth! "Just a minute, Mama! We're, uh, not decent!" He
jacked Big Brother as he put Mama off, because he was gonna shoot, anyway --
Damian could tell -- then he resumed sucking, going at it hard -- and
wiggled the finger...
"HHUUUHHHH!!!" Terence groaned, hunching over his little brother.
Damian was right; he'd have shot all over, anyway -- but it wouldn't have
been as good. As it was, the shock robbed Terence of some of the joy of his
ejaculation -- but that finger Little Brother had slipped in his ass made up
for it. He'd tried to be casual about relaxing his asshole so it would go
in; hopefully, Little Brother wouldn't give him shit about it... "Fuck!" he
hissed, trying to get control.
Damian grinned while he wiped his mouth, then tossed Terence his cum
rag. "Here, wipe with this and cover your dick with the sheet. This might
be good news..." He paused the video they were watching -- something Damian
had found where a woman was giving a guy a rim job -- and minimized it to
keep from scandalizing Mama too much. "Coming, Mama!" His own dick was
tenting his shorts, but what the fuck?
Mama took in his situation at a glance and looked away. "I'm always
interrupting things these days, aren't I?" she mumbled, embarrassed.
Terence opened his mouth, caught Damian's warning head shake, and shut it.
Damian just shrugged.
Louise settled into the task chair, distantly taking in the title of
the video they were watching, still displayed on the task bar -- 'Shut Up
And Lick My Ass 3'. They were getting into heavy stuff, obviously... "I,
uh, came to speak to you about this group thing," she continued lamely.
"Okay." Damian took the lead. He was acting a little funny, Louise
thought, like he had an odd taste in his mouth...
"The group has accepted us, but they are VERY nervous about it,"
Louise related. "There are three or four open issues. They are worried
about your father, for one -- very worried. There are no adult men in the
group, and since your father and I aren't seeing eye to eye these days, if
he discovers what we're doing, it could lead to BIG trouble. I may need
your help..."
"Doin' what?" Terence grunted.
"Best case?" Louise replied. "Catching him with his pants down. We
may need a threat of our own to balance anything he might discover. The
worse it is, the better, since we'll be doing some things that are
considered too illegal, immoral, and fun for straight people to deal
with..." She grinned to take the sting out.
Terence was his father's son. "I don't like that shit."
"Nobody said we had to MAKE Pa do shit," Damian interjected. "We
just have to CATCH him." He locked eyes with Terence. "That means he's
doin' it, anyway..."
"Terence, if you don't want to be involved..." Louise began.
"Well, not in THAT," Terence grunted.
"Then look the other way, Bro," Damian said smoothly. "You want to
pass on the pussy, too?"
"Nah," Terence groused. "I just don't want to be in on stickin' it
to Pa."
"I promise you, Boy, that we won't do anything we don't have to. If
your Pa never starts any shit, it'll just lie there." Louise asserted. "I
don't want to tear shit up -- I want to make sure HE thinks twice before
starting it on HIS end -- okay?"
"Okay," Terence sulked. Damian winked his off-side eye -- the one
Terence couldn't see; he would handle Big Bro. Louise smiled recognition.
"The next problem is you two," Louise related. "They don't have a
handle on you -- and if you blab what's going on all over school..." Damian
opened his mouth, but Louise forestalled him with a raised hand. "I'm gonna
have to give promises -- guarantees. And I'm gonna have to do something I'm
not thrilled about."
"Like what?" Damian wanted to know.
"Basically, I'm gonna have to guarantee you two will behave
yourselves," Louise explained. "And to back it all up, they want some
blackmail material on ME -- pictures -- so if you two screw up, they can
toss me to the wolves." She sighed. "Basically, it'll be your word against
theirs -- but they'll have pictures of me with young guys. They might get
away -- but I'll DEFINITELY go to jail! It'll look like you two are just
trying to get them in trouble out of spite..."
"THAT'S some shit..." Damian opined.
"Well, they're between a rock and a hard place, Son," Louise
replied. "They never really wanted me to find out about their little secret
in the first place -- now they have to put up with us or risk getting
caught. You wouldn't like it, either."
"Mebbe not," Terence grunted. "Is there any GOOD news?"
"The first party is Friday afternoon," Louise murmured, eyeing her
sons sidelong.
"Hey hey! Cool!" Damian erupted. "Pussy!" He reached out to
high-five his big brother, then caught himself, "Oops! Sorry, Mama!"
"It's okay, I guess," Louise smiled. "I expected some
excitement..." She flicked a glance at Terence, "Son, you're making a wet
spot on the top sheet, there..."
"Huh? Shit!" Terence's cock had been dribbling out the dregs of
his load as it shrank, making a wet, translucent patch in the sheet covering
it. He shifted his cum rag to a better position to cover it, looking for a
dry spot that escaped the deposit of the rest of his goo. "Jeezus, Mama!
You embarrassed the shit outta me!"
Louise continued to grin. "Well, I guess you may as well get used
to such things -- in my experience, these groups are clothing optional. I
imagine you're gonna see me fuck -- and vice-versa!"
"No shit?" Terence grunted. THAT thought was an eye-opener!
"Well, it will be just watching, Boy -- you won't be playing with
your Mama!" Louise admonished. "But we're gonna be swimming, for starters,
and they've already told me that suits probably won't stay on for long!"
"I'm gonna have a hard-on before I get there!" Terence grunted with
an embarrassed laugh.
"So will everybody else, Boy!" Louise replied, grinning, "I hope!"
She got up. "Okay, I'll leave you to..." She squinted down at the computer
screen, "...'Shut Up And Lick My Ass 3'..." Chuckling, she swayed out.
"Ho Lee Shit!" Terence rubbed his face, thoroughly embarrassed.
"Relax, Bro!" Damian chuckled. "Mama was just letting us know she
knows what we're jackin' off to!"
"Yeh," Terence grunted. "But jackin' off wasn't all we was
doin'..."
"Well, maybe not -- but maybe Mama would be cool with the other
thing..." Damian proposed.
"Ya think? I dunno..." Terence scratched his head.
"Bro, if I got nothing else out of the last couple of days, it's
that there is a lot more to Mama than meets the eye..." Damian insisted.
"Yeah, mebbe..."
"Your turn, Big Bro -- you GOT YOUR nut..." Damian changed the
subject, restarting the video.
"Yeah, yeah," Terence groused. "I almost fuckin' exploded when she
knocked on the fuckin' door, tryin' to hold it..."
"Yeah, well, you didn't. Get down there and give me mine..."
"Awright, awright," Terence pretended reluctance, thinking, 'Maybe
I'll stick my finger in YOUR ass and see it YOU blow a nut!'
Damian just grinned and pretended to watch the screen while Big
Brother's hot mouth moved up and down his pole. Big Bro was kidding
himself, but he wasn't kidding Damian -- and when his finger started
fiddling insistently with Damian's asshole, Damian knew that they had moved
on to the next level. Yeah, Big Bro was gonna hold still for dick at some
point -- unless pussy was plentiful enough to put the whole thing on the
skids... Damian didn't give two shits about that, anyway -- if it WAS, so
be it -- no need to fool around like this. If it wasn't, or shit went
downhill, they could always take up where they left off... Meanwhile, he
worked to relax his asshole so Big Bro could poke it... "Ah! Yeah, Baby!
Suck it..." He was creaming in Big Bro's mouth in no time, wondering idly
when it was that Big Bro had started swallowing... Tomorrow, he'd feel Mama
out some... She had shit to tell that she hadn't said anything about -- now
was the time...
Louise was downstairs in bed, wishing she could masturbate. Fred
had gone to bed at nine-thirty and was pretending to be sound asleep as
usual; it was a game he played so he didn't have to fuck her. Louise hadn't
actually CAUGHT Fred, but enough strange and odd things had happened lately
to make it clear that he wasn't being a monk -- besides, Fred had never done
without sex for more than a week in their entire married life. No, he was
getting it elsewhere... She ought to diddle herself here in bed just to
fuck with the bastard's head -- but she wouldn't. Maybe this blackmail
thing the group wanted to do was the way to go; after all, divorce WAS on
the horizon -- she could feather her nest... She drifted off to sleep,
scheming.
----------------------------------
Louise wasn't the only one scheming. Teela spent the evening
rubbing her clit and wishing it was Sally's tongue working on her instead of
her fingers. The sleep-over Tuesday night had been a dud; despite some
risqué videos and some fairly obvious pussy rubbing, Sally didn't take the
bait -- even to the point of rubbing herself off. Hunky Boy and his curly
friend with the wise mouth had put Sally on a different plane; God knew how
long it would take to get her back to desperation! Idly, Teela wondered
just how clever Curly's tongue was... If his dick was bigger than her
pinky, maybe... Shit! Now SHE was daydreaming! It was better to plan on
getting something attainable...
----------------------------------
For the women, Thursday was unremarkable; Louise hadn't really
probed Beth too deeply the night before and everyone was basically sated.
Preparations for Friday were an order of business, though; Candace dragged
Jean off to collect some pads and pillows and other items designed to make
the her rec room a soft, comfortable place for a number of people to use for
sex. Beth went along and chipped in until it was time for her to go to
work.
Lon wanted to take in a new comedy, and invited Rick -- but Rick's
response killed it. "That guy's a dork," Rick declaimed. "I'm not watching
ANYTHING with HIM in it -- ESPECIALLY if I have to PAY for it!" So Lon was
left to his own devices; Toby decided to hang out with Rick at Rick's...
It was hot, so Lon decided to hit the one-thirty show and collect
some air conditioning with his movie- and people-watching. Summer or not, a
matinee wasn't going to be crowded -- and it wasn't. It ALSO made it easy
to discover Sally Harkness standing in line for the same movie! "Sally?"
"Lon?" Sally looked around. "Where's your friend?"
"We're not joined at the hip -- where's yours?"
"She's off sulking. One of her little projects went thud," Sally
smiled enigmatically.
"Yeah? Why?" Lon asked.
Sally grimaced. "I refused to cooperate. I'm not ready to give up
on certain things yet... Let's not talk about it."
Lon shrugged. "Okay. All right if I hang with you?"
Teela would give her shit for WEEKS if she just stepped in it...
"Why?"
Lon combed his hair with his fingers -- a characteristic gesture.
"Why not?"
"Why me?"
"Is there something wrong with you?" Lon turned it around.
"Well, no..." Sally got flustered.
"I don't think so, either."
'Now what?' "I don't exactly draw a line..." Sally ventured.
Lon shrugged. "Good. I don't want to stand in one."
Sally rubbed her forehead. 'Maybe the direct approach...' "Look,
I'm not easy, okay?"
Lon blinked. "I thought we were going to a movie..."
Sally opened her mouth, closed it. "Okay..." The person in line
ahead of her cleared the ticket counter and she named the flick for the
attendant.
Lon leaned around her and said, "Make that two," dropping a twenty
on the counter.
"You don't have to do that!" Sally exclaimed.
Lon waved at the attendant, who went ahead and processed the
transaction, producing two tickets and change. "Well, I figure that if it's
that much of a danger to go out with a wild-eyed chick-molester like me, I
can at least pay -- want some popcorn?"
"Uh, no. Well, maybe, a small one." Sally was awash.
"The big tub is a bargain, if you don't mind sharing," Lon observed.
"But I warn you, I have these chick-molester cooties..." He wiggled his
fingers suggestively.
"Well, okay -- do they sell bug-zappers?" Sally glanced at the
candy counter.
"Hmmmm... You could beat 'em with licorice whips..." Lon offered.
"Yeah, THAT'S an idea!" Sally laughed.
"Okay, licorice, too," Lon said to the girl behind the counter.
"This is gonna cost a MINT!" Sally exclaimed.
"It'll be fine," Lon waved it off.
"Well, it's not right -- is this a date?" Sally asked.
Lon shrugged. "It didn't start out that way, but what with hazard
pay and cootie preventatives..." He collected the popcorn and the licorice.
"Here." He handed her the licorice. "I hope you like salt on your
popcorn..."
"Yes, please... You have to look at this from my side -- suddenly a
guy generally considered hot starts hanging out around me... It's...
unprecedented. Teela swore you just wanted..." Sally's voice trailed off.
Lon grimaced. "Well, okay, do I need to file some kind of letter of
intent, or something? Because I'm not ruling that out -- but it isn't the
whole plan, by ANY stretch! I mean -- jeez, how do I be honest about this
and not get slammed? I mean, if I wasn't interested, wouldn't that be an
insult?" He handed their tickets to the usher. "I think the word 'just' is
unfair, here. It isn't a 'just' situation, okay?"
Sally had to admit that Lon had a point -- why would either of them
bother if there wasn't SOME interest... "It still comes back to the same
question, Lon -- why me?"
Lon stared off into space. "Let's just say that experience has
brought me a different perspective..."
"That's scary!" Sally exclaimed.
Lon smiled an odd smile. "Let's just take in a movie for now,
okay?"
So they did. Lon learned that Sally didn't like diet soda; Sally
learned that Lon was indifferent to it, either way. Both of them liked LOTS
of salt on their popcorn -- hence the soda... They learned that Rick had
been right -- the movie was TERRIBLE! Sally learned that licorice whips
weren't much of a threat...
As they came out of the cinema, Lon asked, "Would you like me to
take you home? I won't be running out of gas or stopping on any lonely
moonlit roads -- besides, it's only four-thirty..."
"Well, all right," Sally replied. "I think this definitely counts
as a date..."
"Are you sure you want it to?" Lon asked, mock seriously. "At the
end of date three, I grow long fangs -- and other parts..."
Sally eyed him, worrying a popcorn hull stuck in her gums with her
tongue. "Really?"
Lon shrugged. "I'm afraid so. If you declare this to be a date,
that's one less time you're safe -- and you can't change your mind, later.
It's now or never -- well, technically, you have until I drop you off..."
"I guess I'd better consider carefully, then," Sally replied, mock-
seriously. "Shall we go?"
The ride home was quiet -- and direct, as promised. As she opened
the car door, Sally looked up, pensive. "I think I can state with some
certainty that that was a date," she announced.
"Wait." Lon reached out and grabbed her wrist -- the most
aggressive thing he'd done all afternoon. "If it was a date, I get to
attempt to drag you further into my web of lust and depravity," he intoned.
"So, can we go out again some time?"
Sally eyed her captive wrist. Well, it wasn't REALLY captive; once
he'd stopped her motion, the grip went slack. After a moment's thought, she
husked, "Yeah, you can call me, if you think of something. I'm in the
book."
"Okay." Lon let go.
"Teela is going to freak," Sally mumbled, not moving.
"Teela needs -- ah, never mind," Lon grunted.
Sally looked up at him. "You'd be right."
Lon pursed his lips. "Maybe I'll sic Rick on her."
"That might work..."
"Really?"
"Uh huh."
Lon pulled his lip. "We shouldn't double, though -- it's a
distraction for them -- and for us!"
"Yes..." Sally said, distracted. "Lon, what is this?"
Lon looked at her directly. "It's what you decide it is -- for now,
anyway. Later, when it takes on a life of it's own, things won't be so
simple."
"Okay." Sally really didn't know what to say. "Thanks..."
"You're welcome."
Sally didn't move. "What did you mean when you said, ' Let's just
say that experience has brought me a different perspective...'?"
"It means I don't date Barbie dolls," Lon said tonelessly.
"Oh." Sally's stomach started fluttering -- it was very unsettling.
"I'll see you later, then."
"Okay. Have a good one..." Lon replied as Sally shut the car door
behind her.
"You, too..." Sally waved as Lon pulled off, then drifted in
through her front door.
"Who was that, Dear?" Eleanor Harkness asked her daughter.
"Hmm?" Sally stood in the entryway, looking shell-shocked.
"Who was the boy?"
"Um, well, he might be my boyfriend, maybe, someday..." Sally
drifted off toward her room leaving her mother looking puzzled.
----------------------------------
It took Sally over an hour to decide that telling Teela was
inevitable, so she got on the phone. "Hey."
"Hey."
"I saw Lon Carpenter today," Sally kicked off.
"Yeah? Did he notice you?" Teela was scornful.
"Yeah, right off. He was nice again, too."
"He just wants in your panties..." Teela groused. "Wise up!"
"Well, he was a perfect gentleman for -- what? -- two hours?"
"TWO HOURS!" Teela exploded. "Where?"
"We saw that movie..."
"Oh, THAT movie!" Teela grunted.
"Yeah, you were right," Sally admitted. "Lon's friend Rick said the
same thing, apparently."
"Okay, so what did you two talk about?" Teela demanded.
"Oh, popcorn, his dubious intentions, that kind of thing..." Sally
replied blithely.
Teela snorted. "What tale did he tell about THAT?"
"Well, he wouldn't rule it out -- but then he pointed out that if he
was totally uninterested in sex that might be insulting. He said he was
happy to settle for the movie, for the time being..." Sally replied.
"Slick," Teela grunted. "So, was this a date, or something?"
"Well, it didn't start that way, but after he'd popped for forty
bucks in movie tickets and snack bar stuff and drove me home, I kind of
figured we could call it that..."
"I guess!" Teela agreed. "So, really, did you give him shit about
what he was up to, or did you just roll over and go ga-ga on him?"
"I knew YOU would crap all over me if I didn't, so I let him know I
was suspicious! I asked him flat out 'Why me?' -- and you know, he had an
answer!" Sally laughed.
"I gotta hear this!" Teela giggled.
Sally calmed down. "His face got this kinda funny look on it and he
said experience had changed his outlook."
"Huh?" Teela grunted. "What does THAT mean?"
"I asked him, later," Sally related, "and he said, 'It means I don't
date Barbie dolls.' Just like that."
"Wow! Weird..." Teela wasn't happy with this development -- but
the whole way it was going papered over her more selfish interests. "What
do you suppose he meant by that?"
"I dunno -- maybe he had a bad experience with some hot chick?"
Sally guessed.
"I think you need to know what's going on in his head before you get
in too deep with this guy," Teela ventured.
"Maybe," Sally agreed. "But you know, he was really cool for
somebody just out to hunt down someone easy. I mean, I hit him with that --
I said, straight out, like, 'Look, I'm not easy...', and he was like, 'I
thought we were going to a movie?' He didn't, like, lay any ego trips on me
or anything -- if he's just looking for that, he's SMOOTH!"
"Hmph. Okay," Teela grunted. Had lightning struck? If it had,
Teela was screwed -- or maybe NOT screwed, which came to the same thing...
"Was his friend with him?"
"No," Sally replied. "His friend had the same opinion of the movie
you did. You two seem to have a lot in common!"
"WE DO NOT!" Teela ranted -- but Sally was giggling on the other end
of the line.
"Well, you never know..." Sally taunted. "Besides, you REALLY might
want to get a look at him -- I didn't see anything objectionable..."
"Oh, yeah, right!" Teela scolded. "The first thing he did was call
me pipsqueak!"
"Well, yeah, but you were busy burning his friend!" Sally argued.
"Besides, he's the first guy I ever saw who could hold his own with you in
an argument... In fact, he was all over you like a coat of paint!" She
snickered, "Hmmm... Now THERE'S a visual..."
"What's THAT supposed to mean?" Teela demanded hotly.
"Well, if he took an interest in you, how loud would you scream?"
"Well, it depends," Teela retorted.
"You bet your sweet ass it does!" Sally giggled.
"Cut it out!" Teela groused. "YOU'RE the one likely to get burned
if you go around thinking Hunky Boy is the one!"
"I dunno, Teela," Sally argued thoughtfully, "You weren't there..."
"Well, I'll be around to pick up the pieces, I guess," Teela
grunted.
"Thanks, you're a true friend," Sally replied sarcastically.
"We'll see..." Teela insisted.
----------------------------------
Beth's shift went more or less normally, despite pending issues.
She confirmed plans to pick up Louise and the boys, but Louise asked few
questions, adopting a 'wait and see' attitude rather than plying Beth
further. Dr. Rankin got put on hold, too; Louise was saving herself for
Friday, and Beth still wasn't cleared, so when Robert approached Louise with
some inanity designed to start a conversation, Louise cut to the chase,
"We're both, uh, indisposed at the moment; I'm sure you understand..."
"Oh." Presented with what was obviously an issue that applied only
to females, Robert was left feeling like the rug had been jerked out from
under him.
"Better luck next week, Sweetie!" Louise grinned engagingly.
"Okay, sure..." Robert slunk away, feeling like a fool.
----------------------------------
Friday morning found Lon moving things around in the rec room under
the direction of his mother. He shifted the couch and dragged down some
throw pillows and a couple of exercise pads that then got covered in
comforters. Finally, he inflated a couple of Aerobeds that the women had
purchased the day before; no one knew whether they were going to do the job,
but they were a lot cheaper than mattresses... When Rick and Jean arrived
at eleven, he and Rick went out to service the pool. "This is sure a lot of
crap," he grumbled.
"Yeah," Rick agreed. "Why we need to do the total orgy thing for
the Carter brothers and their mom is beyond me..."
"Maybe it's just that the group has grown past a certain point," Lon
surmised. "That's all I can figure."
"Dragging a woman off to half-assed privacy seemed like a good deal
to me," Rick grumbled. "Why do we all have to be in the same damn room?"
Lon shrugged. "Maybe to keep an eye on things?"
"I guess."
"You wanna vacuum?"
"Sure." Rick started assembling the vacuum hose to the head and
wand. "What do you REALLY think of this deal?"
"Basically? It sucks. We don't really know these guys -- and we've
got nothing in fucking common."
"Well, Beth knows the woman and likes her, I guess," Rick pointed
out.
"Good! Let HER suck her pussy!" Lon grinned. "Knowing Mama, she
probably will..."
"Yeah," Rick grinned back. "You know, though, the women don't seem
to be complaining all that much..."
"I can't see how we're not bringing enough dick to the table," Lon
groused.
"It's strange, I figure," Rick replied. "I'm sorta looking forward
to black pussy..."
"I guess I wouldn't be so itchy about it if we weren't stuck with
the whole thing," Lon sighed. "I just don't like having it shoved down our
throats."
"Well, be happy it was one of THEM who fucked up!" Rick replied.
"If it had been one of us..."
"Yeah, no shit."
----------------------------------
Inside, a similar conversation was occurring...
"Come clean, Candace," Jean asked, "How do you REALLY feel about
this?"
"I'm pissed," Candace admitted. "I don't mind the idea of a little
dark meat injection, and it'll be educational for you -- and probably do
wonders for Beth -- but I would have preferred to have whoever did it be a
guest, rather than a permanent member of the group! Likewise, a little
variety won't hurt the boys, but they're all in school together but run in
different groups -- what will be the effect of a deal where they have
nothing in common but fucking each other's mother?"
"How much of this is about race, do you think?" Jean wondered aloud.
She would have liked to think she was above such things, but...
"Well, quite a bit," Candace admitted, looking hangdog, "but some of
it is practical -- I don't tell our boys who to hang out with, and I'm sure
this Louise doesn't tell hers, either. If the boys had precipitated this, I
don't know WHAT I'd be doing to them -- but it would be drastic!"
"Beth's not off the hook yet, then?" Jean asked.
"Not by a LOOOOONG shot!" Candace retorted, adding, "I guess there
are up-sides. The boys DIDN'T do it -- but they get the object lesson,
anyway. And Beth knows this woman and likes her, apparently. And we're
apparently not dealing with a blackmailer..."
"Yeah." Jean shuddered at the thought.
"You know, I've been thinking," Candace added. "The balance thing
might almost be an issue; sure, on any given day, one of us can take on
three of them -- but on the flip side, we don't want it as often -- except
for Beth, maybe."
"I don't know," Jean argued. "I like to have some every couple of
days, at least!"
"Sure, Honey -- how many bouts? One? Two? Any one of those kids
can crank out three, basically on demand! And tomorrow, when you're wasted
and sore, he'll want three more!" Candace retorted. "Properly handled, they
could probably pump out little wigglers by the pint every six hours from now
until they were twenty-five -- and even then they'd only have to throttle
back to eight hours until they hit OUR age! Do you know why we're so horny?
It's our last shot at motherhood, God forbid! But biology hasn't caught up
with modern medicine..."
"Okay, so, what do we do?" Jean asked.
"We try to keep up," Candace replied. "At some point, the boys will
start replacing us with a younger harem -- and that's going to be tricky!
Can you imagine? 'Oh, say, this is Beth -- we fuck...' What a mess!"
Being replaced by a younger woman wasn't that palatable for Jean,
but it brought up the flip side. "What about older guys?"
"Like Beth's Dr. Rankin?" Candace asked. "It's a mess. Keeping
this a secret from ANYBODY not in the group is most easily handled by not
HAVING anyone outside the group -- and that's not normal. Do you want to BE
not normal?"
"Men have avoided me thus far," Jean grinned ruefully.
"But they might NOT avoid the new, improved Jean who is sassy and
bright-eyed and waving her tush all over, saying 'I'm getting regular dick
-- don't you wish it was you?' That's what happened to Beth..." Candace
pointed out.
"Oh."
"And that's what got her caught, too, undoubtedly -- that and her
big, open face! I know she didn't really TELL Louise anything; it went just
as she said -- Louise asked her questions, and her face didn't lie."
Jean sighed. "So what's next?"
"I figure this afternoon will be a command performance -- we'll be
expected to wear out all five boys. I think we ought to be fully prepared
-- which reminds me -- do you like anal sex?"
"Urk?" Jean bleated. "I, uh, used to, but it's been a while, and
anyway, Hugh was..."
"Less than gifted?" Candace filled in. "Well, Hon, that's ONE thing
you've learned, huh?" she cackled. "So, what did you do to prepare?"
"Well, nothing, usually," Jean admitted.
"Messy," Candace grimaced. "Especially for those that ARE gifted.
Fortunately, I have these..." She surfaced a pair of pre-packaged enemas.
"It's embarrassing, but not as embarrassing as the mess. You do me and I'll
do you?"
"Is that really necessary?" Jean made a face.
"I think so," Candace replied. "C'mon, Hon, don't be a baby. Beth
is going to do it -- twice -- with a big red bag, not a cute little bottle.
And if Louise comes unprepared, I'm going to insist..."
"Oh, all right!" Jean minced along behind Candace to the bath,
grimacing.
----------------------------------
Lon decided he had better air the other thing, too... "I saw Sally
Harkness yesterday."
"Yeah?"
"We did that movie together."
"No shit." Rick looked up at his friend, dubious. "I don't get it.
Why?"
"Why not?"
"Well, we're getting laid, pretty regularly. Why go hunting on the
low end?"
"That's not how it is," Lon replied. "What do you think I'm up to?"
"I don't know," Rick replied. "The obvious thing would be that
you're gonna charm her and throw the meat to her, then leave her looking
stupid with her panties around her ankles. Question is, why bother when we
already HAVE pussy?"
Lon shook his head. "You miss the point, Man. I'm taking the long
view -- I'm looking at having her for a girlfriend."
"You WHAT? Man, you can do a LOT better than Sally Harkness!"
"Can I?" Lon replied. "With what, a Barbie doll?"
"Well..."
"Dude, take a look at what we have," Lon pointed out. "Your Mama is
nice looking, thin -- TOO thin, actually, and she's always going off like
some nervous lap dog. My Mama -- well, I'm prejudiced, and I think she's
pretty hot looking -- but she has to run EVERY fucking thing! I don't want
that..." He shook his head. "And then there's Beth..."
"Yeah...?"
"So, what's wrong with Beth, you figure?" Lon asked.
"Well, nothing, I guess, except..."
"Except?"
"Well, she's big..." Rick shrugged. "And she has that weird
obedience thing..."
"Who do you figure is the easiest to get along with?" Lon pressed.
"The most placid? The most, uh, malleable?" He canted his head.
"Arguably, the best fuck?"
"Well," Rick grunted. "I don't know if you really have a sample to
work from, yet..."
"Well, maybe," Lon replied, "but I already know what I like. If
Beth has a problem, it's maybe that she goes too far. But I want an
easygoing chick that'll pay attention to me, not what she sees in the
mirror. I want a chick that'll listen when I say something, and be open to
new things. I want a chick who will be happy enough to have me that she'll
deal with my shit -- NOT a chick who is gonna flood me with HER shit! And I
want a chick who is comfortable to fuck and happy to get it! Does ANY of
that sound like a Barbie doll?"
"Well, no," Rick agreed. "But there's GOTTA be..."
"Dude, have you really LOOKED at Sally?" Lon asked. "She's go a
nice face, and nice curves and big, natural hooters..."
"But she's BIG!" Rick argued. "Chunky, sorta!!" Lon was off the
deep end, here, for sure!
"Nah," Lon shook his head. "Built wide -- or thick, maybe. Fat,
though? I don't think so. I bet she's carrying less than Beth..."
"Well..."
"Okay, so, it's not your thing," Lon shrugged. "But from where I
sit, she's got potential. If you can't get around her size, that's cool.
Why don't you throw a leash on her friend, the Goth chick?"
"Not gonna happen," Rick grunted. "She's got lezzie written all
over her. Besides, we didn't exactly hit it off..."
"Oh, I dunno," Lon argued. "I think you made an impression." He
grinned. "Sally does, too..."
"What?"
"You rolled right over her! That doesn't happen every day...
Besides, I don't think she's hot on girls -- Sally kind of indicated that
she's just not getting enough attention -- or maybe the right kind..."
"Well," Rick laughed, "you don't dress like THAT unless you're
looking for attention!"
"No argument there!" Lon chuckled. "What about looks?"
"Well..." Rick thought about it. "It's hard to get past the Goth
crap. She's not hard to look at, basically. Decent legs... That thing she
was wearing made her tits look pretty nice. But she's always spoiling for a
fight..."
"Seems like you had no problem winning," Lon replied. "You had her
on the run the other day. I bet she's like an egg -- hard-shelled, but
gooey inside. Knock down her defenses and you can push her to the wall..."
"Yeah, right!" Rick laughed. What would he do with the little
spitfire? Still, the mall run-in HAD been fun... "What would I do with
her?"
"Well, you could tie her up out back to keep the raccoons out of the
garbage cans..." Lon offered, grinning.
"Nah," Rick grinned back, "She'd be yapping and barking and disturb
the neighbors..."
"Maybe..." Lon began, but...
"Boys! Help us with this stuff, will you?" Candace called from the
back door.
<1st attachment end>
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format. The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+