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Archive-name: Book20.txt
Archive-author: Blackie
Archive-title: "By the Book"
Part 20 of 20
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"What should I do?," she asked.

"Get up and suck on my cock."

"Oh. I can't do that."

"Of course you can. You'll find it very exciting."

She turned away a moment. Her mother was unwilling to meet her eyes at
all. Beth got up to a kneeling position and tried to take the stiff 
member in her hands. The red nails accented the difficulty she had in 
holding his prick. She couldn't bring herself to get a good hold on 
it.

He took her, controlling the motions more tightly than before. Her 
hand now wrapped about the stem, she leaned forward and opened her 
mouth. Tongue out over her lower teeth, she began to lap at him as if 
he were an ice cream cone. He pushed arousal signals along the paths 
of symbols in her mouth and tongue. 

Her excitement grew as she licked and finally sucked him into her 
mouth. He could feel the massaging tongue, rubbing the bottom of his 
prick. He released control again, now that she was getting involved 
more heavily. 

She tried to drive him past her teeth into her throat. He'd left a
sense of desire to please him. She worked on evading the gag reflex,
unconsciously aware of his enjoyment being deep inside of her. His
prick slid in and out along her lips. The moisture of her mouth and
the gentle arousal from her tongue were bringing his heat up.

Watching her face, with the cheeks sucked in to aid in producing 
vacuum, he could see her eyes were locked on his own face. She watched
him for his release, uncertain what to expect. 

He took hold of the back of her head, forcing her to plunge him 
deeply. He penetrated her throat, aiding her by modifying her natural 
reaction to the cock at the back of her mouth. Her lips rolled 
smoothly at the root of his cock, her nose gently pressed his tummy.

Plasma hot semen pumped into her throat, he could feel the spasming
movements inside his cock. The release felt good, her mouth felt
good, his hands clutched in her hair felt good. He breathed in,
trying to recover already.

He let her go. She gasped for breath. When she could control her
breathing again her face grinned up at him in exultation.

"I did it!" As she realized just what she'd done, and the look of 
exultation changed to one of startled guilt. Her own pronouncement 
brought the tinge of red to her face.

"You sure did," he responded.

Her mother had a look of shock on her face. She was stunned as much by
her baby's happiness at sucking cock as the act itself. Bob grinned,
knowing who controlled the situation in any case.

He sat down on the couch. Crooking a finger trying to sneer, but it came
out more like a request. Although he had no problem dominating his toys,
he just couldn't make himself sound mean yet. "You get it up for me again.
No using your hands either."

Her arms draped across his legs for support, Judy began to lick at his
prick with a bit of disgust, a reaction from her upbringing, not from
her body. Bob realized how she was reacting. He began to give her
shooting sensations of pleasure with each contact of her tongue or
lips. He caused the little jolts to trace down her torso to her tits
and groin. She began to become excited at making contact with his
organ.

Beth watched this, entranced. Her mother was sucking a cock. Sucking 
the same cock she'd just finished sucking herself. Her mother seemed 
to like it too! Her brown eyes opened wide in amazement. Soon, her mother
had Bob stiff again, the short third leg hard as before.

Bob stopped her mother, who now seemed reluctant to cease. Judy allowed 
herself to be pushed to the side. Bob was set on taking Beth, getting 
a cherry for himself.

Beth looked at Bob's stiff manhood. Although not large, she thought it
huge. She knew she'd had it in her mouth, even to her throat. Yet 
somehow it looked too large to fit inside of her.

He began to kiss her. She felt him guide her hands to the object of 
her interest. Judy, her mother, was sitting to the side whimpering as 
she was left out for now. Beth could see her mother, jaw open, hands 
playing with her own breasts. Having her mother watch this left her 
feeling very used indeed.

His hands were on the cushions of her chest, now and then twisting at 
the nipples, bringing a gasp from her throat. She was panting with 
anticipation, wet in her crotch. She tried to thrust her hips into his
body. She needed the physical stimulus. 

He took hold of her thighs. Pulling them apart, he exposed her
maidenhood. He was determined to pop her cherry for her. She knew it
was coming, her fluids were dripping now.

"Oh, please, please don't hurt me. Please," came the plea.

He pushed her ankles, slender muscular curves, up above her shoulders,
bending her up double. She tried to hold open her pussy lips for him, 
waiting for the violation of her body she now knew was coming.

With a hand to guide himself, Bob pushed the first inch into her. She 
whimpered with surprise at the slight pain. Gently, ever so gently, he 
pressed forward. The pressure hurt quite a bit. Then suddenly there 
was a light tearing and he slipped in further much more easily. The 
pain was still there for a moment. 

As he began a more rhythmic in and out motion, she felt a pulse of
heat, an energy throbbing up from her cunt. The feeling came from the
top where the length of the prick rubbed hard against her. She began
to buck back against the pressure there, trying to increase the
stimulation.

Bob enjoyed her expressions as they flashed across Beth's innocent 
face. A grinding fight against pain to outrageous ecstatic pleasure. A
silent scream to a hazy lost in lust softness. The tight pulled back 
lips, exposing teeth as though in anger, to the fish like kissing 
motions. 

He dropped his face to hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth. She
tried to wrap her arms around the back of his head to pull him deeper 
in her mouth. Her legs reached around his hips, using her heels to 
pull him into her groin.

The heat rose within her. Like a brushfire it seared her torso, 
through her chest to her throat. As they continued to kiss, she
started to scream, forcing her breath into his mouth as she let loose.
She started to whimper and cry as her body continued to lurch through
the rest of its orgasm.

He held back. As she finished her orgasm, he pulled out. She continued
to cry, working into a sobbing mess. He scanned her, but this was just
her recovery from orgasm. She probably would always cry afterwards. 
The guilt at feeling so good was tremendous. She slowly recovered, 
smiling. 

"You best run off and clean up," he told her. There was a bit of blood
showing, the last remnants of her hymen. He grinned as she scampered 
off.

He turned to Judy, who was fingering herself.

"You need attention rapidly, bound to peak even if she didn't come. He
excited the sense of pleasure rising from her clit. 

"Hmm, unngh!" The moan dripped from her as she flopped her head to the
side.

"You won't be able to come until I let you. Yet you will get hotter 
and hotter as each second passes."

"OOOOOHH!" Long dark hair splayed out behind her, making waves of its 
own.

"You'll have to beg for release." He sat down in the chair, relaxing.

"Unnngh!" Her legs straightened out sharply, her hips bucking. 

"Hi," Beth said returning to the room. She came to an abrupt halt,
seeing her mother thrashing about on the floor.

"Sit down Beth. Enjoy the show," Bob directed her to the couch. She 
sat without taking her eyes off the sensual display.

"OOOOOHH GOD!" Neck muscles taut, the facial expressions Beth's mother
used were of hot struggle. Struggle for release. Bob stepped up the 
erotic signals from her chest and groin. He threw in a tingling 
sensation along her neck, where a lover might nibble if so inclined.

"PLEASE! STOP THIS!," Judy shrieked.

"You know how to end this already," he replied.

"GOD! YES, PLEASE COME FUCK ME! OOOOOH," and she slipped into a series
of grunting moans. "PLEASE, I NEED IT. AARRH! FUCK ME, FUCK ME."

Bob laid down, allowing his penis to stand up from his waist.

"Why don't you do the work bitch..."

She crept over to him and swung a leg over him. With the slight but 
soft fingers of her right hand, she guided the organ into her dripping
slit. Dropping quickly into place, she impaled herself upon his cock.

Immediately she began rocking and grinding into him. A moment later, 
Judy had her hands splayed over his chest, head bent forward. Her eyes
fluttered as her hair formed a billowing tent over their heads. 

Bob could see her puffy lips, tongue dashing in and out with each 
panting breath. Drops of sweat rolled down the sweeping breasts, 
swinging before his eyes.

She strove to milk him, trying to clench muscles in her vagina. The
grip was firm, but not real tight. He could feel her tighten and 
loosen along his length. Her hips rolled with more and more urgency as
he tweaked her pleasure centers with even more heightening symbols.

"Annngh! UNNG! Annnngh! UNNG!"

Her patterned moaning and grunting got stronger. She leaned back, 
jutting the ample mammaries upward from her body as she leaned on her 
hands. He reached up and began to twist her nipples. The rest of her 
breast's flesh rolled in waves like human jello.

"Oh!" she exclaimed with every sharp brutalization of her nipples.

Bob felt the rush of semen starting to form in his groin. He released
her artificially restrained orgasm, pinching her nipples as hard as
he could.

"AAAA!!!"

Her eyes ground closed, she forced an animalistic grunt through 
clenched teeth and tight lips. Every muscle in her body tightened as 
hard as rock, the only movement she allowed herself was the wild, 
untamed, and violent thrashing of her head. Hair flying every which 
way, she shuddered to the core of her being.

His high pressure surge plunged into the depths of her womanhood. The 
seed flowing freely from his cock. He grunted through two releases of 
semen into her already wet tissue. 

She stiffened again. An aftershock of sex hit her, a mild additional 
orgasm. The roughness of the act was letting go slowly, giving her 
further surges of pleasure up and down. She finally whimpered and 
rolled off Bob. 

Bob smiled at the ceiling in lustful afterwards reflection. 

====

He took the mother once more, making her enjoy herself far more than
she'd ever imagined possible. He took Beth again too, plunging into
her ass since she wasn't on the pill like her mother. Her humiliation 
fed his desire to a furious flame.

When he left, the mother was set on learning more about how to please
her husband. So she could get more out of the intimacy as well. Beth
was set on teaching Joe everything she'd learned.

He'd been forced to adjust the two so they wouldn't destroy their
lives trying to get their partners involved.

It was very difficult to work around their theological beliefs without
destroying their personalities. He wondered to himself how the thrust
of Christianity had become so opposed to sexuality.  As far as he
remembered, the admonishments against sex were just warnings that
it distracted from worship. Of course, the pleasant little embarrassments
gave him such a thrill.

He didn't want Beth or her mother without those sweet humiliating
sensations they radiated like beacons. He wasn't sure if he'd ever
see the two women again. But he also kept their phone number.

Serendipity. This leisure pursuit was exhilarating.

====

Peters stood behind Jones. He waited anxiously as Jones and Heather
slipped into the entertainment room Thadeous commonly retired to
after paperwork.

Thadeous was deeply engaged in reading.

Jones pointed to his boss, and nodded to Heather. She nodded back and
began to concentrate. Her brow broke into a sweat, she seemed to
strain, clenching her fists tightly.

"Heather dear," a voice spoke from within the room. "Don't strain 
yourself too hard for Jones just now. He didn't know it wouldn't 
work."

The well dressed leader of the Institute stood, setting a book aside.

"Peters, I'm surprised to see you. I thought you'd have told Jones to 
forget the idea. You knew what would happen."

"I did, but he insisted. I couldn't tell him why. I didn't want the
Spark hurt."

"You go now. Take her with you. Why don't you let her play with her 
toy for a while." The reference to Diane set a smile upon the tech's 
face. The smile worked itself into a grin.

"Thank you sir."

Peters took the red head by the arm and led her away. Diane would 
service him as well, allowing him to play in the brutal manner he 
now liked. Heather would guarantee it.

"Jones. What am I to do about you? You know I don't want to send you
to Jezabel." He sighed audibly. "So you finally noticed I never use a
shield?"

"Yes sir." Jones sweated profusely. His little coup d'etat blown by 
the most unexpected result. Did this mean the man confronting him was 
a Spark too?

"You shouldn't take long to believe I'm a spark." Almost reading his 
mind. "But it isn't the case, not at all. I just happen to be immune 
to their influence. My uniqueness led to rapid advancement when I 
started work for the Institute.

"No, I'm no Spark. But now you tried to use one to take over from me. 
Again, what do you think I will do?"

"I expect you'll send me off to her."

"Ha!," the immaculately accoutered man laughed. "Nope. Actually I 
can't afford to lose you."

"What then?"

Walking across to the windows, Thadeous breathed out a sigh.

"Look, I know what you want. You want to be able to control people 
like that little whore we just chased out. I'm the man who will give 
it to you. You need to be patient though. First my goals. We will 
control the politicians when we can get the talent to answer to us, 
not some half crazy...," he waved his hand in emphasis, "lunatic like 
the spark who escaped."

"What are you saying?"

"First we have to get the solutions through technology. That's why it 
was so brilliant of you to remember Peters. He worked on the Spark 
simulation project. He's been reforming a research team. They need to 
finish the work. Without interruption from some rogue Spark who could 
tear us all apart, even me."

"So then...?" Jones began to fidget, wondering why he hadn't seen the 
need for the completion of research.

"Just stick with me. Between the two of us we can toss Jezabel aside,
and soon we'll run the whole country. Then you can play with the
little sluts to your hearts content. Give me your loyalty. Just stick
with me!"

"Ah, yeah." He looked out the window, looking at the mountainside 
below. "Okay. I apologize. I'll stick with your game plan, you just 
see to it I get what I want too."

"Deal."

They shook. Jones thought to himself, this is the most human he's ever
acted around me.

Thadeous thought, if I can only hold a team together. It will work
yet.

====

It was a long time...

The trees still stood deep in the mountains of Norway. Trees twisted
with the terrible climatic changes. In a valley below the Glittertinden,
they sheltered well, prospering despite the ages of Ice and Cold.

At their roots, a translucent red stone remained, sometimes mined for
it's unique quaal, and totally useless
to most people.

A handful of the people passing the valley could be heard. Yet even
now, those same people would only discover the skill if it awakened
for them.

The guardians didn't care, the trees didn't care.

From a far corner of this spinning world, a call came. The skill had
reawakened. An interesting change in the scheme of things.

In time, all the cosmos would grind to a halt and collapse in on
itself again. Trees and guardians were watching. Because it was
their purpose.

Must everything have purpose? 

In the deep northern chill, the stars answered with a silent 'no'.



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Author's note...

I've been told some of the sex scenes seem tacked on to the plot.
( :) <== note smiley ) In some cases this is true. Some scenes get
written because they seem like fun, then lay to the side waiting for
opportunities to be shoved into the story.

However, the lengthier than expected sex scene in this episode was
deliberately planned to provide at least one secluded plot point for
the 'climatic' <wicked grin> moment. Even though it seems a little
like an intermission. So if you failed to read it, too bad.

Of course the embedded book pun was irresistible. For the totally
clueless, I will drag the shaggy dog out. Ready? Okay, I'll give you
another moment and a form feed.


_A Tree Grows In Brooklyn_

Sorrrrry, I just couldn't help myself, it was so very apropos for a
shaggy dog. Those of you who genuinely saw it coming, please feel
free to grumble amongst yourselves.

Well, I didn't need to beg help to post this anonymously after all.
In the event the anonymous server dies, I will probably cease posting
_The Book_ pending another anonymous method of dissemination.

"Gosh and Golly Batman! What will we do if Blackie stops writing?!"
"It will be a sad day for Gotham City, Boy Wonder."
"Great Green Gizzards! But what will we do!?"
"Oh for Pete's sake, get a grip on yourself, it's not that bad. It's 
not as if people didn't get by without him before."
(Damn actor playing Robin had an eidetic memory too, memorized the 
script entirely in one reading.)

If you've something nice to say, please say it email while the anon
server is working. If you've nothing nice to say, well, thank you for
sharing and we must do lunch some time.

-Blackie


"Nothing could be fine-ah
than the smell of her vagina in the mooooorning,
Nothing could be bettah
than to taste her sweet clitora in the mooooorning,
I wanna jump in deeply every time that I rise,
Humping away madly, looking into her eyes..."
    -I keep thinking this was Dirty John Volpe? (the only man I ever
     heard perform 'Barnacle Bill the Sailor') 1960's bar room ditty?,
     upstate NY 

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