Date: Sat, 19 May 2012 16:42:10 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com> Subject: AGE OF WANTONNESS 10 This is a sexually oriented fantasy set in the future. The author does not condone the activities depicted. He only describes what might occur, given the premises upon which the story is based. Skittish readers should use caution. Minors should move on. Sexual activity is explicitly detailed. Please take time to comment. Your many suggestions are appreciated. macoutmann@yahoo.com AGE OF WANTONNESS by Macout Mann Chapter 10 The second show at the club isn't over until after midnight, so when Mike and Susannah arrive at his place, his parents are already asleep. They go straight to his room. Both need a shower, and Mike suggests that they bathe together. They wash each other, but Mike makes no advances, despite his dick making it quite clear it has other ideas. He had noticed that Susannah had watched the shows from the wings, and she seemed not to be too offended. Progress, he figures. He climbs into bed. This time she has no undergarments to shield her. She actually spoons Mike, as she tells him, "I want to thank you again for your kindness. I've misjudged all of you, I think." "Just relax and try to forget what happened. No thanks are needed," he says. His dick does stiffen again as he feels her body against his. "I can never forget," she replies. "I'll always remember every detail of what he did." Casually he asks, "Did anybody see what happened?" "Yes, Sister Jane saw it all. She was the first member of the Magdalene Society. She was also the first person to try to comfort me after it happened. She realized how awful it was." Mike smiles. So there was a witness and now he knows who she is. As he drifts into sleep, he feels her hand on his dick. He thinks about asking her to suck him, but then thinks better of it. July 4, Independence Day. When Mike wakes up, he finds his body totally entangled with Susannah's. While disengaging he wakes her too. "Hello, sleepy," he says. "Sleep good?" "Oh yes," she says. "I dreamed about you. I think I'm in love with you." "Don't say that," he admonishes. "You've got a lot to learn, before you start worrying about love. "It felt good last night, when you played with my dick, though." "Oh! I thought you were asleep." "Shit, you can play with me anytime." He smiles, then giggles. She's not offended. Mike's parents are already at breakfast, when he and Susannah appear. They don't recognize her in her new clothes and makeup. "Well," Mr. Crane pipes up, "Where did you dig up this hot little bitch?" "Don't recognize her, eh?" Mike retorts. "This is my little Susannah, all growed up. "She decided she didn't want to be a Pilgrim anymore, and her bro and his crew don't have room, so I'm putting her up for a while. Hope yall don't mind." "Not at all," Mrs. Crane says. "We're having back ribs for the Fourth. Hope you like 'em." "Oh yes, that would be wonderful," Susannah responds. At Plymouth Beach, the Westons are up by nine, despite not arriving until eleven last night. Josh has invited his friend, Malcolm, to come with them. Being fourteen and thirteen they spent the ride from the city teasing each other's dicks and once in their room sucking each other off. And this morning they're horny all over again. They find a fairly deserted section of beach and play grab-ass in the rising tide. Not even the cold sea water calms their raging hard-ons. A couple of older guys, maybe twenty-five or so, come down the beach. Could easily be twins. Both are six feet tall, red haired from the top of their heads to the mat of their pubes, with open faces and sculpted bodies. "What have we here?" one asks. "You kids didn't get each other off this morning?" "Oh sure," Josh teases, "but you know how it is, don't you?" "Well, we'll do you, if you'll do us," the other man says. "What d'ya say, Malcolm? Is that a deal?" "Sure enough," Malcolm answers. Both boys run up onto the beach, and both men sink to their knees. "I love kiddie spunk," the first man says as he takes Josh's dick into his mouth. The boys thrill to the feeling of unfamiliar lips massaging their young tools. There's something special about the sensations you get when a stranger gives you head, and especially when others may be watching. Their teenaged bodies shudder as they give up their copious loads to the hunks drinking their cum. "Wanton!" the boys cry, almost in unison. "Our turn!" The boys take the longer and thicker dicks of their companions into their eager mouths. "Fuck, yeah," one of the guys says. "These kids must've been to cocksucking school!" Unnoticed, Josh's father strolls up the beach looking for his charges. Bemused, he stops to watch the scene before him. He waits until the two red heads have deposited their gifts and pulled out, then he says, "Boys, we're going down the boardwalk to find something to drink. We'll be back in an hour. Yall don't get into trouble." Then he says, "Hi, how're you guys doing? Have fun?" "You bet," the men reply. Mayor Weatherby answers his ceephone. "Ben? Happy Fourth. You got another hot act for us to watch?" "No," Ben Stiles replies, "I've got some information for you. You remember the white guy in the act with the big black stud?" "Uh, huh. Dick almost as big as the black guy's." "Well, he has a sister. She is...or was a Pilgrim. Ashby Daemon, the dude in my act, had written her telling her he was going to be at Anything Goes. So she stole away from a demonstration the Pilgrims were having, and came to the club. She got freaked by the shit she saw, and fled back to Ole Town. But then, yesterday she's back. Says she was raped by Jennings' son. "I had our doc look at her last night, and he thinks she was raped. And we think there was a witness." "Motherfuck!" the mayor shouts. "If we can prove something... No semen or dna, I guess." "Dr. Erickson says `no,' but she'd definitely been rough fucked." "It'll be next week before we can do anything, but I'll get with the prosecutor as soon as I can. He'll sure as shit want to look into it. And thanks for the tip, Ben." Ashby meets Mike and Susannah at Anything Goes a couple of hours before the club opens. He and Susannah have a lot of catching up to do. Meanwhile, Mike seeks out Ben Stiles and tells him that there was a witness to the rape and that her name was Sister Jane. "Hot damn!" Stiles says. "I'll pass that on to the mayor." Stiles also takes advantage of the time before the club opens to check out more of Mike's talents. He fucks the boy into oblivion, then tells him he ought to quit his day job and become a full time sex toy. "Yeah, `til I start to loose my boyish good looks," Mike says. "No thanks. I need to have something to do past thirty." Susannah again watches the show from the wings. Mike piles up many extra tips from the holiday revelers, so many that he decides to treat Susannah and his parents to dinner and the show the next night. They again shower together, and tonight Susannah doesn't wait until she thinks Mike is asleep. Their goodnight kiss is more than platonic, and Mike relishes the feeling of Susannah kissing his pecs and abs and the tip of his dick. She doesn't take it all, and Mike figures he needs to wait until she does...voluntarily. Copyright 2012 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved. Remember that a small contribution to nifty.org will help keep these stories coming.