Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2012 17:50:32 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann <macoutmann@yahoo.com> Subject: AGE OF WANTONNESS 18 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 Chapter18 Friday, August 1. Spangler has been tied up with other matters, so it's only now that he heads to headquarters to see Sister Jane. He is too late. The front desk tells him that she began her vacation last night, and that she didn't leave an address where she'd be. He goes immediately to the jail. "Jacob," he asks, "did Sister Jane ever come to see you?" "No," he replies, "And it makes me sort of mad." "Why do you want to see her?" "Oh, I just like her. Thought she'd help me pass the time." "I was curious," Spangler says, "because the prosecution says they've got an eyewitness to the alleged rape." Spangler thinks he sees a reaction in Jacob's expression, perhaps a twitch. "She wouldn't know anything you don't remember, would she?" "Hell, man--excuse the language--what are you saying? She doesn't know anything! I don't know anything! Because not a f...because nothing happened! Mike gets home just before 16:00, shirtless as usual. Ashby is with Susannah. She is in a great mood. "Mike," she says, "I got a job. I can't start `til after the trial, but I'll be doing alterations for the Men's Mart. It'll be a lot easier than making custom garments, and the pay is better too." "That's fucking wanton," Mike says. "It shouldn't be long before you can get a place of your own. I know you're tired of sleeping with me." "Oh, I wouldn't say that. It's nice, once you get used to it. And nothing embarrasses me anymore. I just don't want to... "Say," Ashby interrupts, "I got a subpoena today." "I did too," Mike says. "Motherfucker served me at the job. They say I probably won't have to testify, though." "Don't matter to me." Ever since Mike's come in, Ashby's been checking him out. Killer abs and a pouch to die for. He can't figure why his little sister hasn't wanted Mike to fuck her. He knows they're eating each other. Mike has to have super will power. As for Ashby, he's so hot for Mike and so horny, he decides their time has come. Cupping his groin, he says, "One thing does matter, though. You and me aint never got together and it's high time we did." "I thought you weren't interested, you being such a big celebrity and all." Ashby strips off his shirt and embraces Mike. "I've been hot for you from the first time I laid eyes on ya." He sinks to his knees and undoes Mike's jeans, licks his abs and nibbles his way down his trail, finally gobbling down his dick. "Oh fuck," Mike says, "That's perve for sure." Then to Susannah he suggests, "You might wanna go somewhere, love. This is goanna get real wanton." "Like I said, nothing embarrasses me anymore," she reiterates. Mike pulls away from Ashby, pushes him to the floor and starts by nibbling his ear, then his pecs, then kissing his way to his beltline. He gently bites Ashby's bulge through the fabric of his threadbare cutoffs. In seconds they are both naked and sucking each other like mad. Dueling to see who can make the other cum first. They explode almost simultaneously. As they hold each other close, Mike says, "Shit, man, you're something else. Who taught you to suck like that? Maurice?" "Nah. I got started with our dad not long after the divorce. It's funny that he thought my dancing was sissy, but he wanted me to suck or get fucked whenever he was in the mood. He never wanted to help me out, though." "Well, man, I sure as shit want to fuck you, and for you I'll do anything you want." Sister Jane relaxes at a friend's house on the edge of Ole Town. They've known each other ever since Jane became a Pilgrim. Nannette, like Jane, is a convert and was considered a notorious sinner when she "found the Lord." So they are real kindred spirits. Jane had said she needed to disappear and hang out for a few days. Nannette is glad to go along. "I feel a lot better after being here twenty-four hours. Thanks for letting me come," Jane says. "And thanks for not asking why I needed to," she adds. "None of my business," Nan responds. Jane decides to take her friend into her confidence. "I've got some thinking to do. "You know about the charge against Jacob Jennings?" "Doesn't everybody in Ole Town?" "Well, it's true. He did what he's accused of, and I've got to testify against him." "That's sure a good reason to make yourself scarce. You could be lynched in the name of the Lord." "I don't think Brother Bryan knows anything about what Jacob's been doing." Jane pauses, and then says, "I think maybe I should tell him." Mayor Weatherby has an unexpected visitor. Mike Crane's dad. "Son-of-a-bitch!" the mayor shouts. "How long's it been, motherfucker? "Too damned long," Crane answers. "But my boy tells me he hooked up with you and you wanted me to come by. And shit, man, I sure aint turnin' down Butch's ass. That's for sure." Copyright 2012 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved. Become a contributor to nifty.org. Your help keeps stories like this one free to all.