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Subject: {ASSM} Taking in Ralph {Kellis} (fM oral anal)
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Date: Sun, 15 Mar 2009 20:10:02 -0400
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Taking in Ralph
a Short Story by Kellis
March, 2009


"What do you think you're doing?" he asked, holding the textbook aside.
Though concentrating on following a mathematical derivation, he had 
peripherally seen her approach and sink out of sight.

Forcing the legs apart is attention-getting, as is having one's robe 
thrown aside.  Cool firmness encircled his manhood and he twitched 
involuntarily.  Lying back on the couch, he looked in disbelief along 
the fine hair on his belly to the earnest face upturned between his 
legs.

"Nothing," she said innocently.

"Nothing," he repeated incredulously.  "Is that what you think you've 
taken hold of?"

Her eyes twinkled.  "I know what it is.  It's almost nothing but won't 
be in a minute."

Deliberately the smirking lips parted around the head with a distinct 
slurp that imparted a delicious pang.  But, but --  "Shelley, for god's
sake!"

Suction engulfed most of the flaccid organ.  She giggled nasally as 
warmth spread in his belly.  His free hand was barely strong enough to 
push her forehead back.

"You're Sharon's sister!" he declared in tones of horror.

Her hand caught his wrist.  "Sharon's with Mom, taking care of Aunt 
Della.  They'll be gone late.  Didn't she tell you?"

"Yeah.  You're supposed to be in bed."

The girl giggled, pulled his arm aside and remouthed him.  Her face sank
all the way to his pubic hair.

"W-wait a minute!  You, you ..."

She paused at the top of her following stroke, barely releasing him.  
The vibration of her lip tickled as she asked, "You got some objection?"

He laid the book aside.  She returned his stare with unabashed brown 
eyes.  He had cast the lampshade to illuminate his reading and its light
emphasized two yellow zits on her forehead, one near the right hairline,
the other just above an unplucked left eyebrow.  She had a round face 
and a cute bud of a nose.  Her unpainted lips were parted around the tip
of the circumcised penis, which she held up between fingers and thumb.
Short dark hair curled close to her head.  She wore a flannel nightgown,
buttoned at the neck, with a small comic character embroidered on the 
shoulder.

He stared at the rapidly swelling knob atop her bottom lip.  "My god!" 
he said helplessly.  "H-how old are you, Shelley?"

Her eyes narrowed.  "What difference does that make?  My mouth's big 
enough."

"You _know_ what difference it makes!"

She shrugged again.  Her mouth opened wide and her head dropped until 
her nose compressed his pubic pad.

The enclosure was warm and wet.  He took a deep breath.  "Sharon's 21.
I understood you were six years younger than she.  Is that the tru--"

He distinctly felt her tongue thrust between his testicles and 
involuntarily cried out, "Good god!"

Her eyes twinkled.  She withdrew enough to ask, "You like that?"  The 
twinkle became a knowing grin.

"I don't _believe_ it!"

She giggled through the nose, having already refilled her mouth.  Her 
cheeks collapsed in suction.  Her tongue stroked him just under the 
urethra.

"Good god!" he exclaimed again in wonder.

She giggled nasally.

He took a second deep breath.  "Shelley, what's come over you?"

She released him again.  "My TV's busted."

"Your TV!?"  He nodded across the room.  "That one works.  Sharon 
watched the news before she left."

Her response was to lick the magenta knob touching her lips.  Now fully
erect, it twitched in response.  She giggled again.  Suddenly it 
disappeared, along with most of the shaft.  His hand trembled with 
indecision.

He watched incredulously as her head began to bob.  She executed long, 
slow strokes, at the top exposing most of his knob, her nose touching 
crinkly hair at the bottom, accepting the entirety of his better
than average length.

He tried once more.  "It's Saturday night.  You're old enough to date.
Why don't you have one?"

Her nostrils flared.  She paused on the next stroke only long enough to
speak before slurping him back into her mouth.  "I'm _your_ date."

"Don't you care about your sister?"

She emitted a snort.

He protested, "I don't believe she cheats.  Neither do I."

The girl paused again at the top of her stroke.  "She told me about your
agreement."

"Agreement?"

"You're very modern," she explained.  "You don't claim each other 
exclusively."  She added a snicker.

"You think that's funny?"

"I think it's smart."

He sighed.  "At least I haven't cheated till now.  But this is so 
incredible!  Shelley, is that how you learned this?  Do you always suck
your Saturday night date?"

Her eyes twinkled.  A hand squeezed his testicles.  The lamplight was 
bright on her face.  He stared in fascination at protruding lips that 
conformed to the shape of the knob passing between them.  On the 
downstroke they stretched the slight roll of skin below the corona, 
remnants of his foreskin, and released it with an elastic snap on the 
upstroke.  Her tongue swabbed electrically.  Her cheeks swelled at his 
entry and collapsed at each partial withdrawal.

"I can't believe this," he repeated.

Her eyes twinkled up at his.

He said, "You do know what's about to happen!  Maybe you ought to quit."

"Hmph!"  She added a jacking hand below her mouth.  

He groaned.  She froze, loosely retaining about half the twitching 
organ.

"Oh my god!" he growled, head thrown back, body tense, fists clenched at
his sides, belly heaving.  Her tongue touched the knob exquisitely.  
Squirt after ecstatic squirt splashed invisibly into her throat.  Her 
eyes widened slightly but otherwise showed no reaction.  She retained 
him without pressure.

Relaxing finally, he took several deep breaths.  At that she released 
him with a slight cleansing suction and raised the tip for inspection.
She bent and sucked up a last bit of white.

He heaved a long sigh.  "All right, Shelley.  You just sucked me off.  I
can't believe I let you go all the way!  What's next, calling the cops?"

She snorted and said indistinctly, "'On ge' e'sited."  A white bubble 
formed on her lips as she attempted to speak.

He stared and asked dryly, "Was that, 'Don't get excited?'  Shouldn't I,
facing a 15 year-old with her mouth full of my come?"

"I's a lo'!"

"It's a lot?  I guess it was.  Sharon's got her period, you know."

Her lips parted in a grin, tongue pushing forward a mass of white 
bubbles that immediately disappeared with a slurp.  Her mouth worked to
faint squishing sounds.

"God, Shelley, why don't you spit it out -- here, in my robe?"

Instead she bent forward.  Her mouth recaptured half his penis.  He 
twitched.  Now the enclosure was cool and very wet.  Her head resumed 
its previous motion.  Thin white rings of tiny bubbles formed around the
shaft at the bottom of each stroke.  Pale rivulets escaped the corners 
of her mouth.  Her tongue strongly laved his knob.  He felt a dwindling
echo of the earlier thrill.

He said, "You know I can't come again, don't you?"

Her head continued to bob.  Her hand caught up the book he had laid 
aside and put it into his.

"You think I can read while somebody sucks my dick?"  He shook himself,
threw the book down, caught the girl's head between his hands and forced
it back.  "Now spit that stuff out!"

He heard a gulp.  A pink tongue swabbed her lips from a wide and empty 
mouth.  She grinned.  

"You swallowed it!" he accused.

"Why not?  It's just man juice."  She licked her lips.  "I'll bet you 
didn't know it tastes kind of sweet after it's been in your mouth 
awhile."

"You're right -- I didn't!  What makes it sweet?"

"Starch, I guess, like crackers if you keep chewing on them."

"Reaction with the saliva.  No kidding, it tastes sweet?"

"Sure does, if you keep it in your mouth.  Why are you grinning at me?"

"Because of what this implies about your dates."

"What's that?"

"Do you do anything besides suck cocks?"

Still clasping him in hand, she answered with another question, "Like 
what?"

He sighed.  "Shelley, there's a whole world of fun --"

"Yeah, fucking."

He shook his head.  "I was going to say, 'Besides sex.'"

"Like you and Sharon?  The only thing you two do besides fuck is argue."

"Argue?  We don't argue.  We debate ideas."

"Yeah," she agreed scornfully, "ideas about dicks, like which hole 
should get the real one and which the fake."

"What?  That was last week.  You were listening?"

"She didn't grunt and you didn't take a shower.  The fake dick must've 
gone up her ass that day."

He choked.

She grinned at him smugly.  She licked her lips, eyes returning to the 
softening organ in her hand.

"Look here, Shelley, how about answering some questions?"

"Like what?"

"Like what made you want to suck my cock?"

"I told you.  I didn't have anything else to do."

"You could've gone to the mall."

"It'll close in another hour.  Besides it's full of creeps."

"Creeps?"

She nodded.  Her other hand squeezed his testicles gently.  Fingers 
rolled the nut in one and compared it to that of the other, but her 
attention was clearly not clinical.  She licked his knob, eyes 
twinkling.

He took a breath and a strong grasp on his diverted attention.  "So you
thought, hey, there's old Ralph; he's got nothing to do either."

"I thought about asking if you wanted to play cards or anything, but ...
your robe was open."

"My robe?"

"A little bit.  I could see the bottom of these cuties.  I'm like, Gee,
I know what hangs over them!  This is a nice one, Ralph."  Her fingers 
stroked him.

His tone brightened.  "You think so?"

She sniffed.  "Don't get excited.  I didn't say it was a big one."

"No, you didn't.  You know a big one when you find one, do you?"

She was silent, hand stroking him, but her eyes twinkled.

"Or when you suck one," he added.  "That was an expert blowjob, Shelley.
I don't think I've ever had a better one."

"Not even from Sharon?"

He studied her thoughtfully and chuckled.  "Did she teach you -- maybe 
with a banana?"

"It wasn't a banana and she didn't teach me."

"You don't mean the same guy --  Nevermind.  Let's not go there."  He 
sighed.  "All right.  If it was planning to go soft, you've changed its
mind.  But you didn't really answer my question."

"What question?"

"Why you just jumped between my legs and sucked up my dick.  Didn't you
think to ask?"

"Ask?"  She huffed emphatically.  "As in, 'Can I suck your dick, 
Ralph?'"

"Well ..."

"Would you have said, 'No'?"

"Certainly I would've said, 'No!'"

She nodded.  "Maybe that's why I didn't ask."

He grinned.  "Of course when I thought it over ..."

Her long tongue flicked up the softening head and her mouth sucked it in
noisily.  He felt the promise of a future thrill.  With closed eyes her
head bobbed around the stiffening shaft.  He sat still, watching her, 
expecting her action to cease momentarily, but she continued with the 
same slow and even stroke while seconds lengthened into minutes.

On a previous visit he had met her, the youngest in a household of three
females: mother and two daughters, and appraised her slim body and small
breasts.  Sharon's body was more mature but Shelley might have the 
prettier face, he thought, if she ever bothered to make it up.  At least
she believed in washing it.  Though he counted two yellow zits and three
near-zits, he saw no blackhead.

An idea occurred to him.  "What are you really up to: beating your 
sister's time?"

She withdrew from the fully restored organ.  "Doing what?  What's that 
mean?"

"Getting her boyfriend's attention."

"Huh!  I'm getting his _jizz_!"

"But what do you want?  Just jizz?"

"I like jizz."

He shook his head.  "I never heard a girl admit that!"

She giggled.  "Does it surprise you?"

He nodded slowly.  "Yeah.  I think you like to suck it out too."

"Oh, yeah!  I love a dick in my mouth."

"Good god!  How many have you sucked?"

She shrugged.  "Lots.  It's the neatest way to fuck."

He blinked.  "I guess so.  If you swallow."

"I swallow."

"So I noticed.  But ... but what's it do for you?"

"Makes my finger more thrilling."

"Is that enough?"

"Well, I'll show you what I like."

He said, "Okay," extending the last syllable invitingly, deciding that 
he was already guilty enough of statutory rape to satisfy the law.

She stood up, unbottoned her gown, took something from the pocket and 
threw the gown off, leaving herself nude but for a golden anklet.  His 
eyes widened on her immature, conical breasts, wasp-like figure and 
sleekly tapering legs.  Her pubes were trimmed to a vertical stripe.  
Like her fingernails, the toenails were clipped but unpainted.

She endured his gaze momentarily, grinned and clambered atop him on the
couch, squatting face-to-face over his hips.  Her eyes twinkled and she
grinned in obvious anticipation.  One hand squeezed a lump of white 
grease from a small tube onto the opposite forefinger, which she 
slathered on the knob of his cock.

"How could you be _dry_?" he asked sarcastically.

She chuckled, rose slightly, held his resurrected manhood straight and 
settled lower.  His cock slipped through a ring that swept down the 
shaft.

"What the hell?" he asked, blinking.

After a delighted giggle whose vibrations affected his cock, she said, 
"I like blowjobs better but you can't talk with a dick in your mouth."

He arched his back and turned his head to view their junction.  
"Shelley, did you just stick my cock ..."

"Up my ass," she explained flatly but giggled again at his expression.
She bounced a few times, awing him with her tightness.

He sputtered.  "Good god!  I can't believe it."

The tightness increased momentarily.  "Do you believe it now?"

"Oh, I believe it!  I just can't believe a 15-year-old girl would want 
to do it.  How can it possibly feel good to you?"

"But it does!  Didn't you ever play with shitting: hold it back and let
it out slow?  That can feel good.  What it doesn't feel is sexy.  For 
that I do this."

Her hand went down.  He felt it flopping against his belly.  She added,
"And when I do this ..."  She slid forward slightly and began the 
typical female copulative hip roll.  "My pussy can feel it.  Ooo, that's
good!"

"So you came in here to play cards, did you?"

"I always carry a little grease."

"Shelley ..."  He sighed in disbelief.

She continued the movement.  Her eyes drifted shut and her head lowered
until her cheek contacted his.  The lump of the other nipple pressed 
into his corresponding pectoral.  She asked huskily in his ear, "Doesn't
this feel good?"

"Yes, it does," he admitted.  "Shelley, are you really 15?"

"Mom says, '15 going on 30.'"

"How in hell did a teenage girl learn all this?  I can't believe teenage
boys are so far advanced.  Hell, _I_ was a teenager four years ago."

She chuckled.  "You think I learned it from boys?"

"Don't tell me _Sharon_ advises you!"

"Not from Sharon either."

"Then how?"

She was silent, continuing her languid movement, fingers working between
their bodies.  Her eyes lingered on his speculatively.  After a while 
she leaned closer to his face.  "Kiss me."

He thrust his face forward in acceptance.  Her tongue parted his lips 
and he responded with his own tongue.  Her flavor was seminal, more an 
odor than a taste.

She backed away slightly.  "That's one difference between boys and men.
Boys won't kiss you after you've sucked them off."

"Won't they?  Shelley, who are the men in your life?"

She smiled smugly.  "You're my third."

Her eyes were guileless.  Her hips continued to roll.

He shook his head.  "I'm sure you didn't pick them up in bars.  How many
boys?"

"Oh, half a dozen, enough to know they're creeps."

"Because they won't kiss you?"

"Mainly because they split as soon as they come."

He had to smile, recalling his own early adventures.  "Nothing compares
to the letdown after sex -- for teenage boys.  The  Romans even had a 
name for it."

Her eyes rounded.  "The _letdown_?  If that's so, boys are worse than 
creeps!"

The smile became a chuckle.  "You ought to catch one and teach him."

"_Tame_ him, you mean."  Her voice was distracted.  "Oh, god, Ralph!"  
She froze, head thrown back.  After a moment she shivered, sighed and 
grinned at him.  "That was a good one."

"An anal orgasm?"

"Mostly clit."  She raised her buttocks before lowering them again.  Now
the enclosure was soft and very wet.  Immediately her hips began to 
slide forward and back.  His organ struck limiting flesh at both 
extremes.

"Shelley, you didn't ... ah ..."

"Now you're in my pussy.  You can't tell?"

"That's dangerous, Shelley.  Germs from the rectum can cause trouble --"

"They're _my_ germs!  This feels good, Ralph.  Ooo, yeah, fuck me hard!"

"I don't want to hurt you?"

"You don't believe in hurting girls?"

"I'll go a long way to avoid it."

"A pussy's tougher than it looks.  Harder, do it harder!"

He endeavored to comply, hands enclosing her buttocks.  Her arms 
encircled his neck.  On forward surges her pointy breasts slammed into 
his chest.  Her eyes stared glassily past him.  She gasped and moaned 
with a rising inflexion.  The effect was powerful.  To his surprise he 
felt his own pleasure peaking.

His moans and hers combined harmoniously.  As if feeling the ejaculate,
she froze again, arching her back and squeaking in a tight throat.  
After a moment she sagged upon him, belly to belly and cheek to cheek, 
her chin hooked on his shoulder.

He rubbed her panting back.  She sighed.  "Oh, god, Ralph, that was so 
fine!  Your dick feels good in there.  You don't notice any letdown, do
you?"

"No, dear.  I got over that years ago.  And I have to say, you're a hot
little number, Shelley, a real fox."

"Good as Sharon?"

"Well, now ..."

She grinned.

He said hesitantly, "Speaking of Sharon ... what ... are you going to 
tell her?"

"That she's right: you can come twice in an hour."

His eyes widened dramatically.  "Wh-what?  You'll tell her _what_?"

The grin became a giggle.  She raised her head to note his reaction.  
Suddenly her eyes stared past him over his shoulder and her expression 
became curiously possessive.

A familiar voice behind him declared, "I'm glad to hear it."

He threw the girl back, forcing her to stand, and rose to his feet while
closing the robe over his body.  Twisting around, he faced Sharon -- and
her mother, Sheila.  The two women had apparently entered from the hall,
silent on the thick carpet.

"Urk!" he squeaked, face aghast.

They wore negligees and slippers.  Sheila was more voluptuous than her 
daughters, but all three were pretty women much alike.

Shelley, standing nude beside him, was untroubled.  "How long have you 
been home?  How's Aunt Della?"

Her mother answered the second question.  "We found her pills.  She's 
sleeping off that bastard."

Sharon answered the first.  "Long enough to change clothes and find you
out of bed."  Her eyes danced.  "Aren't you glad to see me, Ralph?"

He squeaked again but squared his shoulders, took a deep breath and 
replied, "I am if you're glad to see me."

The newcomers had drawn near the back of the couch.  Sharon said 
solemnly, "I'm always glad to see you, honey."

"Even ... even ..."

"Even if you've hurt my baby?" said Sheila.  She looked Shelley up and 
down.  "You don't look hurt.  Are you?"

"No," said the youngest.  "Ralph doesn't believe in hurting girls."

"How do you know?"

"I asked him."

Sheila chuckled wryly.  "Ralph, is there any doubt in your mind who 
seduced whom?"

"No, ma'am.  But that doesn't matter, does it?  She's underage."

"It matters.  I'm glad she started it."  The woman chuckled again.  
"What were you doing?"

"Reading my math journal, when she ... when ...  Mrs. Martin, I'll leave
your house as soon as I can."

Both women frowned.  Shelley sniffed.

The mother said, "Why would you do that?  And call me Sheila."

"Because ...  You mean you're not upset about ..."

"About you balling my baby -- both my daughters?  They evidently like 
it, Ralph, which is what really matters.  They're both on the pill.  And
so am I."

Her eyes twinkled at his stricken expression.  She gestured toward the 
game table.  "Let's sit down and discuss this like reasonable adults.  
Shelley, put on your nightgown and bring us the chardonnay."

Once again in flannel, the girl departed the room while the women took 
seats at the table.  With a shrug he sat also, about equidistant from 
each and waited with resignation.

Sheila laughed.  "Cheer up, Ralph!  No one's going to accuse you -- of 
anything except loving my daughters.  That's correct, isn't it?"

"I, uh ... well ..."  He felt heat on his face.

Both women chuckled but not in derision.  Sheila said fondly, "You do 
blush prettily!  But it's nothing to be ashamed of; they're pretty 
girls."

"Y-yes, ma'am -- Sheila -- they are.  B-but ..."

The woman gestured.  "Shelley has had a few zits, appropriate to her 
age, but they're clearing up nicely."

Sharon grinned.  "You should've seen me at fifteen."

"Her face was awful," the mother agreed, "but look at her now."

He sighed.  "I don't care about zits, just that she's the right age to 
have them.  I guess ... I've got to throw myself on your mercy."

Sheila's eyes twinkled.  "You'll find that we're very merciful, Ralph."

"Then ..."  He squared his shoulders.  "What are you going to do about 
it?"

"About you letting her seduce you?"  She shook her head.  "I think you'd
have to go to the city, Ralph, to find a house with less sexual hang-ups
than this one.  I don't interfere with my daughters' educational 
experiments --"

"Mama!" cried Sharon, frowning.

The mother sniffed impatiently.  "He'll figure it out soon if he hasn't
already.  I was about to say, in fact I encourage them.  Shelley knows
as much, I expect, as the average college coed.  She's very forward, 
true, but modern girls are, as I'm sure you've noticed."

He thought that over.  "Then you don't see any problem with what 
happened?"

She grinned.  "Specifically, I don't think less of you -- just the 
opposite."

He breathed deeply in relief but turned to Sharon.  "How about you?"

Her eyes were warm.  "You don't know how pleased I was when you proposed
we should be an item but nonexclusive.  I'm curious, Ralph.  Why did you
want that?"

"I ... uh ... thought it would be more attractive for you."

Her eyes widened.  "For me?  Why?"

"Less of a commitment, easier for you to accept."

She stared at him and said solemnly, "You were right: it was easier, 
though perhaps not for the reason you think."

Shelley returned with a hand tray containing four wine glasses and two 
tall bottles.

He ignored her while she poured the wine.  "What was the reason?"

Her mother answered.  "This house needs a man, Ralph."
He blinked at the woman, who continued, eyes locked on his, "We all need 
a man."

"_A_ man?"

The implications imparted a surge of warmth.  All three females stared 
at him.  Shelley, having filled two glasses, paused with the bottle 
mouth over the third.

Sheila said gravely, "Yes, Ralph: one man who can love us all."

He goggled.  "But that ...  Do you mean ..."

"I mean everything that _love_ implies."

Studying her closely for the first time, he supposed her to have reached 
her early forties despite looking younger.  Her face was smooth and 
the auburn hair contained no gray, though both effects could be more
art than nature.  Her teeth were perfect.  Full breasts lifted her thin
negligee with large nipples faintly visible.  The skin of her forearms
was smooth and hairless.

He sat up straighter.  "Sheila, this is beginning to sound like a 
proposal."

"In a sense it is."  She smiled.  "A bit like the Mormons."

"But ... they gave up polygamy."

"Oh, no, they didn't!  A Mormon marries a woman.  Then her sisters move
in, related or not, and all of them begin bearing his babies."

By now the warmth filled his chest.  He stared around at the three 
females.  "My god!"

"I believe you're interested," noted Sheila with a grin.

"This could be --  But, my god, do the three of _you_ mean it?"

"We mean it," declared Sharon.

"B-but ..."  He heaved a sigh.  "It'll be years before I can contribute
to the household."

Sheila smiled.  "All we need is your love.  We're not rich, Ralph; we 
can't shower you with sport cars.  You'll have to graduate and buy your
own.  But we're comfortable and we can certainly take you in."

He took a deep breath.  "I'm not a fool.  If this is a proposal, I 
accept."

The three females laughed warmly.  "Wonderful!" declared Sheila.  She 
rose to her feet, threw off her negligee and came around the table with 
arms spread wide.  Her body was voluptuous perfection.  "As oldest I 
think I should be the first to kiss you."

"Oh, yeah!"  He stood up, grinning.  "And the rest of the loving."

Arms around his neck, she murmured, "When you're ready, my bed's large 
enough for four."

After awhile they toasted each other with the wine.


END
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