Date: Wed, 12 Oct 2011 10:20:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann 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." Copyright 2011 by Macout Mann. All rights reserved.