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Subject: {ASSM} The Ass Menagerie 1/4 (mast voy exhib MF+ MF mild db)  
Date: Mon,  1 Oct 2001 01:10:04 -0400
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This work contains graphic depictions of sex acts.
Please do not continue if this makes you uncomfortable,
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This story is Copyright 2001 by Jimmy Hat (jimmy@jimmy-hat.com)
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The Ass Menagerie 


ONE 

Tom Wingate sat by the pool and sipped on his mother's homemade
lemonade. Despite the retinue of hired help at the estate, Mother
provided all the lemonade served during the hot Missouri summer,
and seldom forgot to remind anyone of that fact. She hand
squeezed the lemons, added the generous amounts of sugar, and
diluted the mixture with spring water from the Ozarks. Whenever
possible, the woman insisted on serving it herself, making a
great show of it in afternoon meetings of the Daughters of the
American Revolution. 

This was not such an afternoon, however, and Tom had to fetch his
own damn lemonade. Which was fine with him. DAR meetings
interfered with his preferred form of afternoon entertainment. 

"Sandra, you look absolutely fantastic in that thing," he said
under his breath. 

"Hi, Tom," Sandra said with her Alabama twang. Sandra did indeed
look fine. The tall, tan blonde walked around the pool in the
most minimal of bikinis, black straps with postage-stamp sized
bits of blue lycra that just covered her nipples and a bit of her
love mound. She wore sandals with heels that flattened her calves
and pushed out her buttocks, completely bare but for the black
strap that ran along the crack of her ass. 

Sandra smiled at Tom as she approached. Pearly white teeth
between lips painted bubble gum pink dazzled in the midday sun.
She had seen him mumble something when he saw her, but she didn't
worry about what it was. She knew better than to pay him too much
attention. They all knew how things worked. 

"Fantastic," Tom said again. He set down the lemonade. At that
moment the sun felt very hot indeed, and he rolled back his
shoulders and spread out his arms to soak in it. He felt his cock
move a bit in his pants. Maybe it was time for his afternoon T. 

That's what he called it. Tom had never settled on what the T
stood for: teasing, titillation. He liked "transgression" quite a
bit. His mother used S words, like scandalous, sinful, and
sickening. "You're a healthy, wealthy, young man," she would say.
"Why defile yourself in that manner?" D words were good, too.
Degrade. Disgrace. Debauchery. 

Tom peeled off his shirt, and grabbed a tube of sun screen. He
squeezed some of the greasy white liquid and spread it around his
upper body. Sandra could have helped spread it on. Tom didn't
ask. He never asked. 

Tom finished coating himself in lotion, and his skin felt hot and
sticky. Sandra stood in front of his deck chair, and shook out
her long blonde hair. "Can I have some of this, Tom?" She pointed
to the lemonade. 

"Go ahead," Tom said. 

Sandra took a sip, then used her fingers to fish out an ice cube.
She ran the wet crystal over her throat and then down between her
breasts. 

"That looks good," a voice said behind Tom. His head jerked to
the right just in time to see Gina -- dark eyed, sultry, Italian
Gina -- walk by in a leopard print bikini. There was a lot more
material than Sandra's suit, but the thong back did little to
cover the olive skin of Gina's tush. He watched her haunches as
she walked to Sandra. 

"Let me have one of those," Gina said to Sandra. Sandra offered
her the glass and Gina removed an ice cube. The two women faced
each other and slid the ice over each other's chest. Their
nipples hardened and poked through the stretchy material of their
swimsuits. 

Tom's cock hardened, too. He shimmied out of his shorts, and
kicked them off the deck chair. Tom reclined on the green padding
of the chair, and his dick flopped back against his abdomen. He
squeezed a strip of sun tan lotion along his shaft and worked it
along the skin with his fist. 

"Ooh," Sandra giggled. A rivulet of ice water had run down
between her breasts. 

"T time?" Caitlin asked rhetorically, as she stepped to the
chair. The auburn haired hardbody saw Tom stroking himself, and
knew that it was. All the girls knew the term, but they were as
unsure of its meaning as Tom was. Most took it to mean "Tom
time". 

Caitlin wore a two piece bikini: halter top and string bottom.
The dull color was set off markedly by her pink skin, red hair,
and green eyes. Tiny freckles covered her arms and shoulders.
When she turned, Tom took an eyeful of her bottom. Just like a
peach: round, cleft, with a fine veneer of light colored hair. He
knew if he spanked it, it would even take on the red blush of a
peach where his hand struck. But Tom was busy spanking his
member. 

Next to show was Jyotsana. The girl was a fusion of Western model
and Indian goddess, a Devi for the early 21st century. Her thick
dark hair hung loose around her shoulders. She wore a mango
colored one piece that rose high on her hips, and narrowed to a
tank top fit over her shoulders. A gold necklace adorned her
throat, gold braces snaked around her upper arms, and tiny golden
hoops ran through both earlobes and one nostril. The yellow metal
and orange fabric contrasted her brown skin. Jyotsana glanced at
Tom beating himself off, and her thin dark lips curled into a wry
smile. 

"Nice suit, Jay," Gina said. 

"Thanks, Gina," she purred. 

Tom saw what the brunette meant when Jyotsana turned. For as much
as the one piece covered the front of her torso, it was almost
nonexistent in the back. A thong back met suspenders at the sides
that rose straight up to form the tank top shoulder straps in the
front. Her entire back was open to view. 

Two black girls, Desiree and Lawanna, arrived in high heels and
almost nothing else. Noriko dove in on the far side of the pool,
and emerged a dripping wet vision in a now see-through swimsuit.
The girls flocked around him, like pigeons flapping about a park
bench. Tom was stroking himself in ecstasy. T time. Tanned
tushies and tight tummies. Thongs and t-backs. Total immersion.
Everywhere he looked round buns swayed and flesh jiggled, in
blush pinks, cocoa butter brown, and rich ebony. 

Sometimes they bent over, and Tom could see the rise of their
mounds under the stretch fabric of their suits. Noriko's wet suit
revealed her dark pubic hair. Gina's leopard print bottom fit so
tight he could make out the inner seam of her twat. When Sandra
leaned over though, she grabbed her cheeks. The g-string did
nothing to cover her sex, and Tom came when he saw the black
strip nestled between her pussy lips, then stretching across the
tight pucker of her anus. 

"Oh, yes," Tom said, as streams of watery semen splashed against
his torso. 

"Oh, yeah," the women echoed. 

His strokes diminished to small tugs, but the head of his cock
continued to throw milky goop onto his chest. 

The girls in their bikinis wound down their gyrations, and slowly
took leave of him. Lawanna ran her long nails through Tom's hair
and scratched behind his ears as she left. Jyotsana kissed him on
the forehead, and he smelled the shampoo in her long, full hair.
Desiree ran a dark finger along his shrinking, cum covered dick,
and it sent a chill along his shoulders. 

Noriko found a towel and wet it for Tom to clean himself. Gina
partly cleaned him with it, then left the towel for Tom to
finish. "Good one, Tom," she said, before dropping into the seat
next to him to sunbathe. Caitlin took a spot on Tom's other side.
Sandra, who had started the whole thing and never let go of the
lemonade, finally handed the glass back to Tom. 

"Thanks," he said. "I needed that." 


TWO 

Tom napped. When he woke, Gina was there, but Caitlin was gone.
Desiree had taken her place. Tom took a couple laps in the pool.
One end of the pool was in the shade, and from there he could see
a couple women working out in the exercise room. No sign of that
new one, Iris, however. 

Refreshed, Tom climbed out of the pool and dried off. Gina had
turned over on her stomach, and Tom admired her ass in that
leopard print thong a little more as he towel dried his hair. The
ladies bid him goodbye and he left for the house. 

Inside, Tom spotted his mother, Amanda Wingate. She was in the
kitchen, making lemonade. 

"I've noticed, Tom, that you don't even talk to those women," she
said as she sliced a bright yellow lemon in half. 

"Good afternoon to you, too, Mother," Tom said bitterly. 

"Playing sensitive today, are we?" 

"You know," Tom said, "as big as this house is, it never feels
big enough." 

"You could move in the guest building with those trollops if you
could bring yourself to talk to them," Amanda said. 

"I notice that you don't talk to them very much either." 

"That is because I view them as unwelcome guests. Lewd,
lascivious women. A veritable ass menagerie you have there. A
stable of immoral creatures. Your father would never have allowed
such women in the house." 

Tom grinded his teeth. "Correct you are, Mother. That's because
he kept his stable of immoral women in the secretary pool at the
firm." 

"I will not let you speak of your father that way, Tom!" Amanda
said, crushing a lemon against the juice squeezer. "Your father
was finer than any man in Blue Mountain and I.... " 

"Won't countenance an insult to his memory," Tom joined her as
she finished her words. "We're quite aware what you won't
countenance, Mother. You've said it often enough. But you know
it's true. When Laura started at the firm, she was the only woman
under the age of thirty that Father wasn't--" 

"Enough!" Amanda interrupted. "Your sister Laura has just
finished her Masters at business school and is poised to excel
with the firm. She has direction. I'd like to know what it is
you're waiting for. What you expect to come along?" 

"A bus perhaps," Tom said. 

"A bus to where?" 

"Doesn't matter as long as it hits me," Tom said. 

"Oh that is awful, Tom. Peggy Masters from the DAR had a nephew
who took his own life. Poor woman was crushed. Couldn't even come
to meetings for a good long time." 

"Well, I would hate to inconvenience you," Tom said. 

Amanda changed tactics. She sweetened her voice with the same
ease that she added sugar to the lemonade. "Tom, you need to find
yourself a nice girl." 

"Oh, no, not this again," Tom said. 

"Could you just try to overcome your shyness, Tom. Even one of
those women would be a start." 

"You just called them lewd and immoral!" 

"Yes," Amanda admitted. "But you at least seem comfortable around
them. Comfortable enough to sit in front of them and--" 

"Please, Mother!" 

"Well, I can't help it. I'm concerned for your future. I want you
to find that something that comes along and changes you. What
about that nice Italian girl from the Hill?" 

"Gina Rossi?" Tom asked. 

"That's the one. She actually cooks in here, Tom. Makes the house
smell so good with those spices." 

"Basil and garlic, Mother. It's not like Jyotsana was in here
with all the flavors of the orient." 

"Which one is that?" 

"Never mind." 

"How do you recruit these women if you don't talk to them, Tom?" 

"Mother, must we always have the same conversation? I don't
'recruit' them. They just show up." 

"Well, this...collection...had to start somewhere." 

"One houseguest, Mother. Somehow a friend found out. You're the
one who always taught us about Southern hospitality." 

"This is not what I had in mind, Tom! You pay them money!" 

"It's a small allowance," Tom said. "It's my money. I spend it as
I please." Tom would be spending it in clubs anyway, and he got a
lot more for his money this way. 

Amanda clanged a spoon inside the pitcher, stirring the lemonade.
"These girls, dancing in those East St. Louis pits for money.
They never dreamed they could take up residence in a Clayton
address." 

"They don't have residence here, Mother." Tom had rules, after
all. One of them was no mail and no packages. "And not all of
them are dancers. Some are simply aspiring actresses." 

"Looking for handouts and free food. That food money doesn't come
out of your pocket." 

"They want to be models, Mother. They eat brown rice and
lentils." 

"Gina has a healthy appetite," Amanda rebuffed him. 

"But I thought you liked that one," Tom said. 

Amanda harrumphed. "I can't say I like any of them. Especially
not the new one." 

Tom agreed with her on that point, but he was damned if he would
admit it. It did serve as a helpful reminder, though. "As much as
I've enjoyed this conversation, I just remembered I have a note
to write. If you'll excuse me." 

"Does it matter if I say 'No'?" 

"Not really," Tom answered. "But you have taught Laura and me not
to be rude." 


THREE 

"What kind of rude shit is this?" Iris asked. She was in the
guest house. She had been there all day, asleep in her bed,
failing to make an appearance at the pool. The laughter of the
other girls in the common room had woken her. On the way out of
her room, she had found the note addressed to her. 

"What's that, sweety?" Sandra asked. 

"This note. 'Please pack your things and depart this evening.
Regrets, Tom' Regrets? If he had regrets he wouldn't be kicking
me out!" 

"If you bothered to get out of bed," Gina said, "maybe he
wouldn't have felt that way." Iris had taken the other bed in
Gina's room of the guest house. Gina knew exactly how Iris spent
her time. 

Iris glared at Gina. "Are you still upset about that guy? Is that
it?" 

"Guy?" Lawanna asked. Her eyes widened. "Did you have a man in
here? Gina, is this true?" 

"Hey, I'm not a rat!" Gina said. "I warned her. I told her the
rules." 

"You can't have a man in here," Caitlin said. 

"Why the hell not?" Iris asked. 

"It'll make Tom upset," Noriko said. 

"Fuck him!" Iris said. "I don't owe him shit." 

"Then do as he says, and get out," Jyotsana said with a hint of
British accent to her speech. "We shall all be the happier for
it." 

"What do you care?" Iris asked. 

Lawanna held a palm up, and waved it around while addressing
Iris. "Listen, Isis, Iris, whatever the fuck your name is, you're
not gonna fuck this up for the rest of us." 

"Please, Lawanna, the vulgarities," Sandra said. "But I agree, we
can't let one bad apple spoil the bunch. This little girl has got
to go." 

"What is wrong with you people? Prancing around while he jerks
off like this is his own private peep show. What is that?" 

"It's easy work," Noriko said. "I dance eight hours to earn 400
dollars a night, and then I perform a couple hours here during
the day to get room and board for free." 

"In a mansion," Jyotsana said. 

"With almost a whole friggin' health club inside," Gina added. 

"If he wants to have women all over, fine," Iris said. "Here I
am. But I'm not hanging around him while he masturbates." 

"Then you ain't hangin' around period," Desiree said. 

Iris folded her arms in front of her chest. "His mother lives
here. It's disgusting. I heard her call us 'the ass menagerie'
today." 

"Why, Iris! I'm surprised you even know what that word means!"
Gina said. 

"I don't care what it means, or what she calls us, as long as
good old Tom boy keeps this fine roof over my head," Lawanna
added. "She could call us the Cunt All-Stars for all I care." 

"Lawanna!" Sandra scolded her with a Southern twang. "The
language, please!" 

"She deserves it," Caitlin said. "If Tom found out a guy was
here, he might kick us all out." 

"I can't have that," Desiree replied, throwing her head back so
her beaded hair flipped over her shoulder. 

"None of us can," Sandra said. "Which is why she's going." 

"You're all fucking crazy!" Iris declared. "No men! 

"Tom has simple rules," Gina said. "No U.S. mail, no visiting
males, no outside sales, and no covered tails." 

"He never actually told you that," Iris said. "You said so
yourself." 

"Correct," Jyotsana said. "Those rules have been discerned by the
girls here rather than declared by Tom. Nevertheless, those who
violate them find themselves invited to leave." 

"I admit," Sandra said, "I would prefer it if gentlemen friends
could call on us. But I don't mind a lack of junk mail." 

"And I don't mind a bare bum," Jyotsana added. 

"So you must go," Noriko said. "As it is, we will have to act to
save face. We don't want Tom to remove us all because of your
mistake." 

"Save face?" Iris asked. "How are you gonna do that?" 

Gina answered her. "Tomorrow's T time will be a little different.
But that doesn't matter, does it? You won't be here to see it." 

"You should concern yourself more with what happens tonight,"
Jyotsana said. 

"We'll be packing your bags for you, to start with," Caitlin
said. 

Nervousness replaced Iris's outrage. Crazy or not, these women
sounded serious. And they literally had Iris surrounded. 

"I'll get the camera," Noriko said. 

"What's going on?" Iris asked. A girl, maybe two girls, grabbed
her from behind. "Let go of me you, fucking bitches!" 

"Sorry, sugar," Sandra drawled. "We just can't risk it." 

Lawanna and Desiree held Iris's hands behind her back. 

"Relax," Gina whispered to her. "It won't last long, and it won't
hurt much." Gina then pushed Iris's sweat pants off her hips and
down her sides. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" Iris kicked her legs. 

"Don't fight it," Jyotsana said. "This will be over in a flash." 

Iris struggled to stop Gina and Sandra from pulling down her
cotton panties, but after Lawanna gave her arm a slight twist,
she thought better of it. The girls let the cotton underwear fall
below her knees. The garment stretched between her calves like a
trampoline. Her sweat pants pooled around her ankles. 

Lawanna and Desiree moved to either side of Iris, exposing her
bare ass. Jyotsana stepped between the two black girls. The
caramel skinned beauty ran a hand around Iris's cheeks before
landing an appraising slap on her right buttock. 

"Does Tom want you to do this, too?" Iris asked. 

"He's never said so," Caitlin replied. "But he's never kicked any
of us out for it." 

Noriko returned with the instant camera. "The film is in, and
we're ready to go." 

"Now try to relax," Jyotsana said as she hauled back her arm,
"and smile for the camera." Her open palm landed a solid spank
against Iris's ass. 

They took turns like that, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh in
sharp slaps countered by the dull whirr of the instant camera
spitting out snapshots. They took turns with bare-handed
spanking. In no time, the camera was out of film, Iris's bags
were packed, and her ass glowed pink. 


FOUR 

"Tom!" Amanda hollered outside his bedroom door. "Are you coming
to breakfast or not? I can't say grace without all present at the
table." 

Tom rolled over. The house was definitely not big enough. "Don't
you have lemonade to make or something, Mother?" 

She was already leaving, however, and missed the remark. "And get
the paper before you come to the table!" Amanda added with a yell
that echoed through the hallway. 

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