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Subject: {ASSM} "Elegant Motion" (M/F, Pool)
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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"Elegant Motion"
By Shon Richards

Dr. Otto Von Madd looked over the employee list for level 9.  It
was after normal working hours and after a long day of testing
prototypes and fucking brilliant scientists, Dr. Von Madd needed
a little recreation.  It was a little game he liked to call,
Employee Pool.

He thought about his aunt, Hiltrude Von Madd.  Every Von Madd was
a genius but not every Von Madd was a scientist.  Hiltrude had no
use for books or data. Her great passion was playing pool in all
of its incarnations.  The stunning brunette could make the cue
ball spin twist and follow a path that defied gravity.  

The other things that defied gravity were Aunt Hiltrude's
breasts.  The great weights of her breasts always seemed to float
up and threaten to escape her cleavage.  When she bent down to
line up her cue stick, the beautiful white expanse of cleavage
would hang upon the table like twin moons.  

"Otto, pay attention," Hiltrude would scold.  There was always a
smile on her face when she said it.  A shimmer of straight brown
hair framed her face.   "I wear these shirts to distract my
opponents but you must learn to ignore it and focus on the
balls."

"Yes, Aunt Hiltrude," the 14 year old Otto would said.  His
hormones back then were relentless.  He had discovered twenty
different ways to masturbate but his cock was hard all the time.
It would be another 8 years before he realized the trick to being
horny was to enjoy being horny.  

"The secret of pool is force," Aunt Hiltrude would say.  "One
single application of force applied in one single spot can set
off a cascade of events."

Young Otto knew what she was talking about.  If he could slip his
cock into those tits just once he knew it would set off a cascade
of semen on his part.

Aunt Hiltrude tapped the cue ball.  The white ball spun around
the solid red ball in front of it and bounced off a yellow
striped ball.  The striped ball hit a ball with green stripes and
sent it into the side pocket.  The cue ball continued on its path
and rolled a solid blue ball away from the corner pocket.  

"One single action, Otto," Aunt Hiltrude said.  She stood up and
her breasts floated with her.  "Any one can rake and push balls
into a hole, but it takes an artist to accomplish it with only
one thurst at a time."

She bent over the table again.  This time Otto tried to not look
at her chest at all.  His eyes went to her backside as she bent
over at a perfect angle for fucking.  Or at least, what young
Otto thought was a perfect angle for fucking.  He didn't have all
the geometry worked out yet but as he watched Aunt Hiltrude's ass
lock into position, he felt like he was about to make a break
through.

The pool stick moved and the balls knocked together.  Even in his
adult years, the sound of pool balls hitting each other will give
Otto an erection.  Otto tore his eyes off his aunt and watched as
more colored balls sank into dark holes.  They moved in
complicated arcs as if they had a life of their own.  

Aunt Hiltrude placed her hand on his hair and ruffled it.  "I
like you Otto, better than your sister by far.  I like you
because you listen, and although I don't think you care a wit's
end about pool, I can tell you're learning something.  What are
you learning I wonder?"

Otto felt his cock surge as she touched him.  "I don't dislike
pool," he said.  Otto winced as his voice changed octaves.

She laughed.  "That is a start.  Maybe you just need to find a
variant you enjoy more."

Dr. Von Madd shook his head.  He spotted someone on the employee
list that would be a worthy shot.  Dr. Harry Jennings was a
respected physician working in the Biorhythmic Paddling Division.
 His profile said he was only interested in very thin women who
had a remarkably lower intelligence than himself.  

Dr. Emily Stoper worked in Dr. Jennings' department and could not
be described as thin in any sort of truthful body shape
evaluation.  She was also significantly smarter than Dr. Jennings
and will most likely become the head of the Division in another
year.  Surveillance reported that Dr. Stoper was attracted to Dr.
Jennings but so far, Dr. Jennings has politely turned down her
advances.

Dr. Von Madd ran his fingers through his hair.  He could do
something as easy as bombarding Dr. Jennings' sleeping quarters
with subliminal whispering designed to make him have erotic
dreams of Dr. Stoper, but according to Otto's personal rules, a
week of subliminal messages is not a single action.  He could
assign a makeover specialist to Dr. Stoper to make her more
appealing to Dr. Jennings' personal tastes, but again that lacked
the elegance of a solitary act of force.  This was going to be
hard.

"That is what makes it fun," Aunt Hiltrude would say when he
asked about the difficulties of a certain shot.   "We are Von
Madd's, Otto.  Easy is for other people."

Aunt Hiltrude wiggled her shoulders.  Her glorious breasts
hypnotized Otto again.  She laughed and Otto felt a new kind of
arousal.  It was the feeling you get when you realized someone
was flirting with you.  Aunt Hiltrude never went to college but
she knew how to make a lesson stick.

"The harder something is the more magnificent are our
achievements, Otto."

Hiltrude Von Madd had passed away a 33 time World Champion of
Pool.  The reason she had only won 33 times was because Hiltrude
said winning every year was easy.  She would spend the off years
playing around the world in the worse bars she could find. 
Playing on bad tables was more challenging.

Dr. Von Madd looked back at Dr. Jennings' profile.  Dr. Jennings
lost his virginity at the age of 16 to a woman who owned an
orange grove.  Dr. Von Madd thought about Aunt Hiltrude and the
knocking sound of billiard balls.

He put in an order for Dr. Stoper's regular perfume to be
replaced with an orange scented one.  The order was for only one
morning before reverting back to normal.  Dr. Stoper would have
one day to enjoy her slight advantage and maybe finally score
with Dr. Jennings.  

It was a good move.  Dr. Von Madd was certain Aunt Hiltrude would
approve.  More importantly, Dr. Von Madd felt that brief glimmer
of understanding with regards to why his favorite Aunt loved the
game so much.  That was an exquisite feeling.  

He looked back over the employee list in search of another move.

The end.

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/




     

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