Date: Sat, 5 May 2012 07:26:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: AGE OF WANTONNESS 6

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.  macoutmann@yahoo.com


			     AGE OF WANTONNESS

			      by Macout Mann

				 Chapter 6


 Mike and Susannah arrive at Mike's parents' home after eleven.  His
parents are still up.  Nothing unusual about that.

"Where've you been?' his mother asks.  She's sort of interested. but it's
not that she's really concerned.

"Oh, I had some beers with the guys," he says.  "On the way home, I met
Susannah."

His parents hadn't really noticed that he'd brought a companion along.
"She's trying to hook up with her brother," Mike explains, "and I'm goanna
let her spend the night with me."

"Motherfuck!" his dad exclaims, "She's a fucking Pilgrim!"

"It's alright, Dad, she's cool.

"And by the way, Dad, while I was with the guys, the mayor came by.  Told
me you and him used to get together.  Wants you to get with him at City
Hall sometime.  Gave me head, too.  Fucking good."

"Goddamn, I might do that.  I haven't been with that motherfucker since
high school.  Was he really good?"

"Wanton good," Mike replies.

"So you goanna fuck this bitch?" his dad asks.

"No way," Mike says.  "I told her when I met her that I wouldn't do
anything she didn't want to do, and she's never given me any idea she
wasn't true to her beliefs.  I don't know why, but I'm just helping her.

"Like I said, she's looking for her bro.  He's a dancer or something at
Anything Goes."

"Yeah, `or something,'" his dad sneers.

"Susannah, I'm sorry.  I haven't introduced you.  These are my parents."

They nod.

"Be sure to turn on the vid, when you go to your room," his mother
cautions.

Mike leads Susannah upstairs and into his room.

"What did that mean?" she questions.

"Oh, about turning on the vid?  I've got a camera setup in here that'll
record what's going on.  I guess she thinks you might claim I tried to rape
you.  The vid would prove I didn't.

"I usually use it to record shit that I want to watch over and over."  He
pushes a button and the screen lights up.  "This is me and Dad the last
time we got together."

She is horrified but fascinated at the same time.  On the screen Mike and
his father are naked in bed.  Mike is being sucked and his face glows with
total satisfaction.  "Aint much that feels better than that," he tells her.

He turns off the picture, but leaves the camera on, as his mother
suggested.

"I've only got one bed.  We'll have to share, but don't worry.  You're
safe."  He removes his shoes and socks and strips off his jeans.

"I'd never seen a naked man until tonight," she says.

"High time you did," he laughs.  "A beautiful body is one of the greatest
things to look at, don't you think?"  He climbs into bed.  He does have a
beautiful body, a handsome face, fine blonde hair, and blonde hairs matting
his chest and forming a trail to his pubes.

She removes her outer garments, but leaves her slip and undergarments on.
She joins him in bed.  Exausted, she is asleep in no time.


Saturday is sleep-in day at the Crane's.  Susannah doesn't know what
sleeping in is.  Despite not getting to sleep `til midnight, she's up at
the Pilgrims' usual wake-up time.  She dresses, but leaves her bonnet
off. Even without makeup she's remarkably pretty.  Silky black hair,
strikingly regular features, and "kissable" lips.

She wanders around the sparsely furnished room.  How much furniture does an
eighteen-year-old dude need?  She finds a stack of 5x7 b-screens on his
desk.  Each one will contain a different book.  The ones back in Ole Town
all have religious stories in them.  She wonders about these.  Idly she
selects one and turns it on.

Like with the vid she saw last night, Susannah is both repelled and
fascinated.  She can't stop reading, although her conscience screams that
she should turn it off.  It's the story of an orphan boy in his late teens
trying to make his way in the world.  Sexually, he is taken advantage of by
an assortment of men and women, boys and girls, until he meets a kindly,
rich old man, who takes him in, makes love to him, and sets him up in
business.  Minus the sex it could have been written by Horatio Alger a
century and a half ago.  The animated illustrations also portray the text
in vivid, animated detail, undreamed of in the days of paper books.

She finishes the story, turns off the screen, and considers fleeing the
house before anyone else wakes up.  But that would be ungrateful.  So she
sits for several minutes, then finds herself drawn to another b-screen.  So
it goes, until after nine, when Mike awakens with a roaring piss-hard.  He
pads to the bathroom, aims, and lets go a torrent of piss, before he
notices Susannah through the still-open door.

"Oh, hi," he grins.  "Enjoying the books?"

"I'm shocked," she replies, blushing at having been found out.

"That's the way life really is," he says.  "Did you sleep good?  You see, I
didn't try to fuck ya."

"Yes, I slept soundly.  But I need to get back to Ole Town."

"Not before you've had breakfast.  I know you haven't eaten since yesterday
afternoon."

"Well...thank you," she says.  "Your parents won't mind?"

"No.  I guess we sorta surprised them last night.  They'll be cooler this
morning.  And if you remember, the dude at the club said your bro would be
rehearsing at eleven.  Let me take you back over there, so yall* can
connect."



Mike was right.  His parents are much friendlier this morning, although
they still can't understand why Mike has taken such an interest in a
Pilgrim.  Susannah's being without bonnet, of course, makes her look a lot
more human to them.  They serve a breakfast of sausages, eggs, potatoes,
and sweet bread.  They ask how she could be a Pilgrim, while her brother is
appearing at Anything Goes.

"When I was ten," she begins, "my parents were divorced.  I never have
understood why.  We got to choose which parent we wanted to be with.  Ashby
chose my dad.  I chose Mom.  Mom went into the Pilgrim movement.  I never
have seen Ashby or my father since.

"Then, the other day I received a letter from Ashby.  I shouldn't have
opened it.  Pilgrims are supposed to turn over mail from the outside to our
mentors.  But I wanted so to hear from my brother.  He said he would be
here, appearing at Anything Goes.  I want to see him so bad.

"We were having this demonstration yesterday.  The police came and arrested
some of us.  Some got back to the bus.  But I hung behind.  I shouldn't
have, but I want to see Ashby.  But I didn't have any idea where Anything
Goes was.  I was lost in the dark, when Mike bumped into me.

"Here I am," she concluded.  "Mike helped me find the club.  Then he told
me if I stayed on the street, I'd be raped.  I believed that he wouldn't do
anything, just like he said.  I'm so grateful."  She broke into tears.

"Well, I'm taking you back to the club and you'll find your brother; and if
there's anything to your fucking religion, maybe I'll get a `get home free'
card.  If not, I guess it's still called a `good deed .'"

Everybody but Susannah laughs.  Mike takes Susannah tenderly into his arms.


It's after noon when Mike and Susannah arrive at the club.  Mike is still
shirtless.  The stage doorman recognizes them.  "I gave your message to
Ashby," he says.  "He said if you showed up, I should take you to the
boss."

Ben Stiles sits at a ringside table, intently watching the rehearsal.
Interrupted, he extends his hand to his guests.  "You're just in time," he
says.  "Your brother was going to be featured in the first part, but our
choreographer thought he'd be better in the second half.  Watch and enjoy."

On stage a chorus line of hot, naked males flits and turns and rushes to
center stage.  They part to reveal Maurice, hard as stone, naked as the day
he was born.  The chorus boys flit around him.  Each comes and kisses his
knob, and as they turn away, enters this gorgeous specimen of manhood
enters.  Ashby.

"He's really something, isn't he?" Ben whispers to Mike.  "But you aint
anything to sneeze at.  I might be able to use you...if you're up for it."

Ashby approaches Maurice.  Clutches his hips and spins around behind the
black Adonis.  He grinds his bod against Maurice, and grabs his pecs,
massaging them before his hands embrace Maurice's abs and then embrace his
hard dick.  The music swells and Maurice swirls.  When they come to rest,
Maurice again faces the audience, and Ashby is on his knees before him.
Ashby takes Maurice's dick into his mouth, as the music swells again.  The
two men again swirl around, and as the cymbal crashes, the audience sees
Maurice's dick impaled in Ashby's ass.

Susannah's scream brings the rehearsal to a stop.

"Honey, it's all right!" Ashby cries.  He rushes in pursuit of his sister,
but she has vanished.

He returns to shake Mike's hand.  "They told me you brought her last
night," he says.  "Thanks, dude.  I dunno what's the problem with her."

"She's a fucking Pilgrim.  That's the problem," Mike responds.  "Good luck,
dude."

"You mean?"

"I mean your sister's a fucking virgin.  At least I think she is."

Ben interrupts.  "She could sell herself for a fucking fortune," he says.
"Right now, we got a rehearsal that's supposed to be going on."  Ashby
returns to the stage.  Ben hands his card to Mike.  "If you're interested,"
he says, "call me."

"Could I keep my day job?  Maybe just work parttime?" Mike asks.

"You could be a greeter," Ben answers.  "You'd be surprised how much
scratch you could make."



Savannah reaches Ole Town about three o'clock.  She tells the guard that
she was left alone after the demonstration, has been trying to find her
way, and is finally home.

The guards take her to Jacob, Bro. Jennings son and heir apparent.  He
quizzes her.  Wants to know everything that happened while she was alone.
She maintains that she was just trying to find her way.  He says the
doctors must check her hymen before she can be readmitted.  She protests
that she has been with no one, but is still sent to the infirmary.

After examining her, the doctor says, "I can't imagine how you could have
stayed out there that long without loosing your virginity."

______________________

*Gradually during the twenty-first century in America, the word "yall" came
to be used, not just in the South, but throughout the United States and in
some places abroad to designate more than one person.


Copyright 2012 by Macout Mann.  All rights reserved.