Date: Sat, 5 May 2012 07:26:42 -0700 (PDT) From: Macout Mann 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.