Date: Wed, 12 Oct 2011 10:20:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Society of Sextus 3

This story is fiction for adults.  Any resemblance to real persons or
events is purely coincidental. This story also features a variety of
explicit sexual activity, so is such offends you or you are underage,
please move on.  Feedback is appreciated.  macoutmann@yahoo.com.




			   THE SOCIETY OF SEXTUS

			      by Macout Mann

			      III:  Virility


Sid continues his explanation:


So I become a knave and the first thing I have to do is become a fucking
cocksucker.  Already had to eat two guys dicks out in public, or I thought
in public anyway.  And with other guys watching me.  So I was waiting for
number three.  But I got word that I was to meet Dr. Ransom's nurse after
school.

This time I was taken to a room with a double bed in it.  I thought that
looked promising, and when the nurse came in she was the same one that had
sucked me before, but like before she was all business.

"Sit down, Sid," she said.  "I have good news for you.  The wife you are to
impregnate was sexually active before marriage, and she has also admitted
to extra-marital relationships; so you won't have to worry about her having
a trauma about you fucking her.  She may show some concern about your
age—Dr. Ransom will have told her you are young, but not how
young—and you'll have to deal with that.  But if you tell her you're
experienced and have been chosen for your virility, she shouldn't object.
If she says anything about age of consent, you can tell her nobody's in a
position to raise that issue but her, and you don't think she will.

"Your biggest issue, Sid, will be foreplay.  Before you penetrate her, you
must be sure she is totally ready, passionately anxious to receive you.
Pregnancy is most likely to occur if she wants you so badly she practically
rapes you.

"How much foreplay have you and your other partners engaged in?"

"The usual, I guess.  I've played with their tits, finger fucked `em, ate
`em out."

"Not enough," she said.  "Let me walk you through an acceptable procedure."
She moved to the bed.  "You'll go to her hotel room, introduce yourself,
make whatever explanations and small talk is necessary.  Now come over to
me and do what I tell you.

"First embrace her and tell her that she is more attractive than you
expected.  Kiss her first on the cheek and then on the mouth.  French her
right away, if you can.  And whenever you stick your tongue in her mouth,
her ear, her pussy, wherever, pretend it's a dick.  Stick it in and pull it
back.  Make each thrust a little quicker than the one before."

I did as she said.

"If you can't French kiss her right away, move to her breasts.  Open her
blouse and remove her bra as soon as you can.  She'll let you, because she
knows you are there to fuck her.  Massage her boobs and try to French her
again.  Once you've succeeded, blow in her ear and tongue fuck it. Keep
working on her mouth, her ear, her breasts.  Suck her tits.  You'll be able
to gage her passion.  And while you are doing all that, finish undressing
her.  She'll probably do it for you and begin to undress you too.  But if
she doesn't, once she is responding to your ministrations, get her and you
both naked and in the bed together as soon as you can.

"And let her do to you whatever she wishes.  But also make sure you kiss
every inch of her body and finally taste her pussy, sucking her clit and
using your tongue just like it's a dick.  Make sure she's on fire before
you slip your dick into her hot cunt, and then make it last as long as you
can."

As she instructed me, I followed her directions and she responded in turn.
I really got the hang of what she instructed me to do, and as I thrust my
tongue in and out of her pussy, she cried, "Oh, yes, Sid.  Fuck me.  I want
your dick now!"

I obliged.

When I finally rolled off her, I realized that at some point Dr. Ransom had
joined us.  "That was very good, Sid.  Try that technique on your other
partners.  Make it second nature.  Then I'm sure when the time comes, you
can handle our wife perfectly."

"I'll do that," I promised.

"Ed Winston is here," Dr. Ransom said.  "He has a car and has volunteered
to drive you home.  After you've dressed, he'll be waiting out back."


Sure enough, a good looking eighteen year old in a beat up Mustang was
parked outside the back door of the office.  He introduced himself and we
roared out of the parking lot.

"This isn't the way to my place," I said.

"Oh," he responded, "I'll get you home, but it's early.  I thought maybe
you'd like to drop by the adult bookstore."

"Shit, they won't let me in," I complained.

"Sure they will," he answered, "I know the manager."

We walked in and the dude at the counter didn't say a word.  We found a
booth and watched a flick.  "Time to go," Ed said.

We stepped into the passageway, and two other guys with the Sextus tat on
their hands were waiting.  Ed revealed his hard dick and said, "Hello
knave.  Suck this."

I later found out that the ABS was owned by a former Sextus, and he often
cooperated in initiation rites.  But again I was panicked.  There were all
sorts of guys standing around.

"Go ahead," one of the other guys said.  "What the hell do you think goes
on at adult bookstores?"  He spoke loudly enough to attract some other men
who'd been in other booths.

I knelt and took Ed's dick in my mouth and began to do my thing.  "Yeah,"
he panted.  "Suck that motherfucker, and learn what obedience is all
about."  It was about ten minutes before he came.  I decided somebody had
sucked him off back at the doctor's office.  His load wasn't all that big.

There was applause from some of the spectators.  "Take a bow," the third
Sextus told me.  I did, then Ed led me out of the shop and drove me home.

"You did good," he said.  I was just glad I was halfway through the ordeal.


I had the opportunity to practice my foreplay routine on Ginger and another
gal I was dating.  Ginger, being a Sextus, knew what I was doing and said I
did great.  The other gal let me know I'd done well by grabbing my waist so
hard when I dropped my load that she nearly broke a rib.  "That was the
best sex I've ever had," she announced.

The following week I learned that I was to drop by the doctor's office at
ten o'clock Saturday morning.  I was not to have ejaculated for two full
days.  The office was closed, but when I knocked at the back door, it was
opened by Dr. Ransom.  "Hello, knave," he smiled.  "Come with me."

He led me to his Cadillac convertible.  We drove to the Downtowner Motor
Inn.  The doctor gently massaged my crotch as he told me the patient was to
be addressed as "Mrs. Spencer."  She was in room 210.  The doctor would
wait for me in the parking deck.  Fucking showtime.

I knocked on the door of room 210.  It was opened by a woman in her
thirties.  Not bad looking.  Dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks that
buttoned on the side.  She held the door open as I entered, then said,
"You're so young!"

"Yes, ma'am.  But I've had plenty of experience, and I can give you what
you're looking for."

She smiled, and I took her by the hand.  "And golly, Mrs. Spencer, you're
really hot.  I hope you like me."

"Oh yes," she said, "you're sexy.  I just didn't expect....."

I'd been told to wear a shirt that could be unbuttoned, and she didn't
hesitate.  I responded by unbuttoning her, and saw that she wore no bra.
That probably meant that neither of us was wearing anything under our outer
garments.  So we were both stripped to the waist, and hadn't even begun.  I
embraced her, pressing her breast against my bare skin and kissed her.  I
was rewarded by her tongue darting into my mouth.  The nurse was right.
Mrs. Spencer was without hangups when it came to sex.  So I began my
routine.  In no time we were naked on the bed, and I was using my tongue
like a dick, making her more and more passionate.  I kissed her body as she
squirmed with abandon.  She massaged my back with one hand and cupped my
balls with the other.  She had a thick growth around her pussy, and I
nibbled on it before eating her, continuing to ram my tongue into her pussy
until she cried out, "God, kid, I've gotta have your dick.  Fuck me, baby."

I started as slow as I could.  Since I hadn't cum in two days, I couldn't
imagine how I could make it last as long as I was supposed to.  And the
muscles in her pussy weren't making it any easier.  I kept saying to myself
"Don't cum.  Don't cum."  But now she was scratching my back and my ass
cheeks, and that seemed to give me extra staying power.  But finally I had
to speed up my assault on her vagina, and she began to chant "Yes, yes,
yes," every time my prong plunged into her.  I exploded, and she pulled my
mouth into hers in an unbelievable kiss, her tongue seeming almost to reach
my throat.

I lay next to her, exhausted.  It was the best fuck I'd ever had.  And she
played with my now limp dick, until it twitched back to life.  Nobody at
the doctor's office had said anything about seconds, but I figured it
couldn't do any harm, so when she whispered, "Fuck me again," I didn't
hesitate.  No foreplay, but a long and satisfying trip to almost as big an
orgasm.

So I fucked her twice, and she didn't even know my name.


Dr. Ransom commented that it had taken an awfully long time.  I told him
I'd fucked her twice and hoped that was all right.  "A bit unusual," he
said, "but no harm done.  She must've really taken to you.  Probably will
want to have another kid soon."


I learned that the routine was for her to go back to their real hotel and
get her husband to fuck her, so that he would think it was him that had
caused the pregnancy.  Nice.

Nature had to take its course, though, and nothing further happened for
several weeks.  Then one afternoon, I see Ed Winston's Mustang coming down
the street.  Jett and another guy are with him.  They pull to a stop.
"Congrats, knave," Jett says.  "Your woman's pregnant.  You've passed the
Virility test."

"That's great to hear," I said, "but I wouldn't have minded having another
session with her.  Shit, she was something else."

"I dunno.  I was fucking glad to've finished with mine," Ed chimed in.
"Hop in.  We've got some beer.  Let's celebrate."

I jumped in back with the guy I didn't know.  He introduced himself as
Tracy Montgomery.  Said to call him "Trace."  We headed down to Folly
Beach, Jett passed me a can of beer and said "congrats" again.  Trace
reached for my free hand and placed it on his dick.  He also reached over
and played with my crotch.  I didn't resist.  I felt his dick stiffen under
the fabric of his jeans.  Mine did too.  "Hey, guys, the knave has a
hardon," Trace laughed.  "He's getting with the program."

"All it takes is just to relax and take things as they cum...if you know
what I mean," Jett said.

At Folly Beach we parked, sipped our beers, and chatted about shit that
teenaged boys talk about.  Sex and sports and school.  The sun was setting,
when Trace said, "I gotta get back, but let's stop by the park on the way."

There was a roadside park not far from the beach.  A rest room and picnic
tables along a road that made a circle through the woods.  Ed parked and
the three others got out.  So I did too.  We walked into the woods and
Trace cupped my balls.  "This is a big queer cruising spot," he whispered.
And sure enough, among the trees I could see several men of different ages,
some of them just waiting, some engaged in sucking dick, one big bruiser
fucking this kid that didn't look any older than me.  "Hello, knave."
Trace said the now familiar words.  "Suck this."

By now I knew just to get on my knees.  But this time I realized that Jett
and Ed had both attracted the attention of other men there in the woods.
Trace wasn't the only one getting blowed.  And I was getting my share of
attention from passersby.  I drank Trace's load and another guy, probably
in his thirties, showed me a huge tool and asked me "You wanna take this?"

"Go ahead, if you want to," Trace said.  "We can wait."

"I gotta get home," I replied.  "I'm already goanna get an ass chewing for
not letting the folks know I was goanna be late."

We drove back to Charleston.  "That's a good place to go for man to man
shit, when that's what you're in the mood for," I was told.  "Unless
there's somebody else in the mood that's closer."



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