Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2012 13:21:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com>
Subject: AGE OF WANTONNESS 14

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 kudos and criticisms are most
helpful. macoutmann@yahoo.com



			     AGE OF WANTONNESS

			      by Macout Mann

				Chapter 14


Saturday, July 12.  Promptly at 9:30 a police cruiser stops in front of
Jacob Jennings townhouse and two uniformed officers get out.  Marked police
vehicles are seldom seen in Ole Town.  There's an occasional car accident
requiring investigation.  Rarely a thief or rabble rouser from another part
of town must be apprehended.  But Saturday is usually a very quiet time,
and police at Jacob's home attract quite a bit of attention.

As a bachelor, Jacob would normally have lived with his parents until
marriage; but he had cajoled his father to let him have separate living
quarters, so he could meditate and spend more time planning for the
Pilgrims' future development.  He was expected to take over the leadership
of the denomination, after all.  His father had consented about five years
before, being unaware that meditation was the last thing on Jacob's mind.

He is surprised, but hardly concerned to see the two officers, when he
opens the door.  "Yes?" he says.

"Jacob Jennings?"

"Yes."

"You are under arrest for the rape of Susannah Daemon.  You have the
right..."

"What?  Do you men realize who I am?  You can't arrest me!"

"We know damned well who you are, Jacob, and you are under arrest."  The
officer recites the Miranda warning, which is still required, handcuffs the
accused, and leads him to the cruiser.

"I demand a lawyer."

"In due time, Jacob."

The cruiser drives away.

In less than two minutes neighbors apprise Brother Jennings of what has
happened.  In less than fifteen Ronald Spangler, attorney for the Pilgrim
Fellowship, is at police headquarters.  He demands to see the Chief of
Police and is told that the chief is not in town.  Anticipating such a
reaction from the Jennings clan, the head of the detective division has
come in; and he tells Spangler that after Jacob has been booked, he will be
welcome to see him, that he will not be interrogated until after he has met
with counsel, and that bail will not be considered until the preliminary
hearing is held.  "Beyond that," he concludes, "I have nothing to say.  The
matter is in the hands of the prosecuting attorney."

"Police obstructionism," Spangler responds.

In due time, Jacob and Spangler do sit down together, and Jacob indignantly
protests his arrest, saying that he knows nothing about Susannah Daemon,
and that he must be the target of a conspiracy by the state, and that the
only reason he was arrested was because he is Bryan Jennings' son.

"Now Jacob," Spangler says, "first you must calm down.  You don't have to
convince me that you didn't rape anyone.  But Zach Weston, although he is a
thorough-going heathen, is an outstanding attorney.  He has a huge
reputation for fairness.  He would not bring this action if there were no
basis for it.

"What d'ya mean, `basis for it!'"

"I mean that there must be a Susannah Daemon.  Either someone raped her, or
she has a vendetta against you and would claim that you raped her.

"I don't know the woman, but evidently she is on the Pilgrim rolls, and it
will not be hard to find her or at least find out about her."

"Well, now that I think about it, I do remember a Sister Susannah.  I think
she was a part of that demonstration at that beer joint, where some of our
people were arrested for obstructing traffic.  It was a Friday, but she
didn't show up for a day or two.  I remember I had a doctor check her to
insure her hymen was intact.  I thought there was something fishy about her
story.  The doc said she was still a virgin.  So that's all I know."

"Hardly a basis for accusing you of rape," Spangler said.  He asked if
Jacob could remember any other contact with her, and Jacob said, "Certainly
not!"

"Well," the lawyer finished, "there's nothing more to be done at this time.
I'll talk to your father.  Fortunately for you, the charge is too serious
for you to be housed in a communal cell.  The state will not consider bond
before the preliminary hearing.  I'll try to get that scheduled as soon as
possible."

"You mean I'm going to be here over night?" Jacob shouted.

"Several nights, I'm afraid."



Zach Weston finds Josh lolling about their pool.  "Your teacher,
Mr. Masters, and his wife have invited us over this evening, and you're
included in the invitation, if you'd like to join us."

"I thought I would be," Josh says, "but I didn't think Mom would want me to
go."

"Oh, she won't mind.  You're a big boy now.  It's up to you."

"Well, sure.  That'd be wanton."



Ashby drops by the Crane house to spend some time with Susannah and Mike.
Ashby asks to go inside, because he tries to stay out of the sun.  He needs
to look as white as he can in contrast to Maurice.  Mike and Susannah, on
the other hand, are enjoying getting tans.

The three of them curl up on Mike's bed.

"How the fuck did you live all these years in that god-forsaken hole?"
Ashby asks Susannah.

"It's not bad, if that's all you know," she answers.  "I'm still having
trouble adjusting to what goes on out here.  And I miss Mom."

"I'd like to see her," he says.  "She might not want to see me."

"You haven't mentioned Dad," she muses.

"I haven't seen him since high school.  I studied dance.  He didn't think
that was very manly.  When I graduated, he told me to go and make a living
with the fairies.

"Well, I aint rich, but I have a lot of fun, and I eat.

"Last I knew he was dealing blackjack in a Des Moines casino."

"You're two years older than Susannah?" Mike asks.

"Three, actually.  Damn, I'm glad I found you."

"I gotta ask," Mike says.  "How the hell do you and Maurice manage that
simultaneous cum?"

"Just concentration and edging.  We stay on edge all through the finale,
slow down if we start to get too close, then just count with the music.  No
trick to it, really.  You know, if you've already cum a couple of times,
you can make it last as long as you want, if you concentrate.  Just call it
a `think off.'"



The Westons arrive at the Masters' shortly after nine and are warmly
welcomed.  Josh is wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else.  The adults
are not wearing a whole lot more.  They didn't come expecting to stay
dressed very long.  Jasmine Masters serves frozen daiquiris all round.  "I
thought these would hit the spot on a warm summer evening," she exclaims.

They chat, as they enjoy their drinks.  Jasmine asks Josh to sit on the
sofa next to her.  Before long Joan and the two men go elsewhere, and
Jasmine says, "Eric's told me quite a lot about you, Josh.  You were one of
his favorite students."

"I like him a lot too."

"I've enjoyed knowing a number of his boys," she continues.  "We both like
to get to know boys."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Have you ever had sex with a woman, Josh," she asks.

"Only with a teenaged girl.  She's seventeen I think.  Never with a
grownup."

"Oh, I was hoping to be your first."

She undoes Josh's shorts and comments, "You have a nice body, Josh."

"Thank you, ma'am.  I try to work out regular."

"Will you undress me?"

It isn't difficult.  She is wearing only a housedress.  As he removes it,
his shorts fall to the floor.  She gropes his hard boy dick and he
instinctively reaches for her bosoms.  She becomes the aggressor, agitating
his erogenous zones with practiced skills.  And she instructs him in how to
make her feel the sexiest.  She even tells him to stick his finger up her
ass, "just like you would another male."

"Goddamn," he thinks.  "She's something else."

Finally, she lays back and says, "Oh, Josh, I need your dick.  Fuck me,
baby.  Fuck me now."

He gladly obeys.  She's not as tight as Megan was, but he is still
stimulated as he slips in and out of her moist pussy.  "Faster...harder,"
she moans, and he picks up speed, still lasting longer than he ever has
before.  "Oh," she cries, "how I love young dick."  Josh thinks she cums
just before he does.  As he spurts his cum into her, he collapses,
exhausted, onto her voluptuous body.

Minutes later he rolls off her.  "Oh, that was so nice," she says.  "Thank
you, Josh."

Then, needing more adult stimulation, she adds, "Now we must find your
father.  I'd like to feel his big dick in me.  And maybe you can fuck Eric,
while he fucks your mom."



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