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Subject: {ASSM} The Gift of the Maytag 4/4 (wife MMF MF oral ice)  
Date: Fri,  3 Jan 2003 21:10:29 -0500
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"Ron Juan's love potion refinery. See that right there? That must
be the output flow. There's a small tap right there, probably so
Ron can test quality and so on." 

"It sure looks like you were right." 

"Yes," Maytag said. 

"That doesn't sound like you're convinced any more," she replied. 

"There's something missing," Maytag said. 

"What's that?" 

"Why just Ron? If he is slipping this into the ice, and people
are drinking it, why does it only affect women?" 

"Maybe he targets their body chemistry," Cynthia suggested. 

"Maybe. But even then, why just Ron? Why aren't women turning
amorous with every man in the joint?" 

"It could be they are and only Ron gets the attention because
he's this older playboy." 

"No. I think if this whole bar acted like an aphrodisiac for
women, then word would spread." 

"OK, how about something that targets his body chemistry." 

"That seems too specific," Maytag said. 

"Why? We have DNA testing now, maybe he knows how to get it down
to that level. Not fuzzy in the sense of men, but black and
white. Real specific. Yes or no." 

"Binary, right." Maytag thought on that for a moment. "Wait a
minute, that's it! Binary! You nailed it right on the head!" 

* * * 

Stanton kept giving him head until she felt like nailing him to
the sofa. Then she climbed on top of him, spread her wetness over
the head of his shaft, and rode him like a race horse. She
shimmied back and forth frantically. 

"Oh," Ron said. He was glad he didn't have to move this fast, he
wasn't sure he could keep up the pace she needed. 

Stanton moved a hand down between her legs and twiddled her clit
just as quickly as she rode his shaft. Her hand was a flurry of
motion. It was as if she could not bring herself to orgasm fast
enough. SHe ran a race against her own arousal and won by
throwing herself across the finish line. 

It all happened so fast that Ron felt like a spectator. But it
was a fine spectacle to have a good looking brunette writhing in
ecstasy right in your lap. Spectacular, in fact. 

He wondered if she were done with him and this is how the evening
would end. That happened sometimes if his partner had a selfish
streak. Would she choose to dress and go? One look at her face as
she came down from her climax and he knew the chances of that
were close to zero. 

* * * 

"Zeroes and ones?" Cynthia asked. 

"Not that kind of binary," Maytag said. "A binary chemical agent.
One that requires two components. Like an epoxy. The compund in
the ice acts as one piece. The other needs to be specific to
Ron." 

"Like a cologne?" Cynthia asked. 

"Or those clove cigarettes," Maytag said. "I just know they have
something to do with this." 

"I know a way we can test it," Cynthia said with a smile. 

"I see," Maytag said. "You look for the cigarettes, I'll find a
glass." 

Maytag's job was not difficult. There were small beakers
everywhere. He washed one thoroughly and managed to find a pack
of cigarettes in the process. 

"All I found was matches," Cynthia said. 

"No problem, I have the rest." Maytag handed her a full beaker.
"Ready?" 

"You betcha," Cynthia answered. She took the glassware. "Bottoms
up!" 

"That can be arranged," Maytag said as he lit the match and
brought the cigarette to his lips. 

* * * 

Stanton kissed Ron full on the lips. A wet deep kiss that
expressed her own release of arousal. 

"Oh, I needed that," she said. 

"Glad you enjoyed it," Ron said. 

"I don't know what came over me," she said. "But I really needed
that. Good thing you were here." 

"Good thing," he agreed. 

"Do you always have this effect on women? Just like the article I
saw?" 

"Not always. The effects depend upon the woman in question." 

Stanton thought that seemed like a funny way for him to answer.
She decided to come back to that thought later. For now, she
still had a nice full cock inside her. She wasn't going to waste
it. 

"So you liked it?" she asked. 

"Of course. You're quite striking. I feel thrilled to be with
you." 

"Well, you haven't felt anything yet." 

* * * 

"Feel anything yet?" Maytag asked as he blew the clove flavored
smoke into the air around their heads. 

"I feel a slight tingle," Cynthia admitted. "And part of me wants
to kiss you." 

"What part?" 

"Most every part," she said. Those cool blue eyes of hers looked
into his and she wrapped her arms up and around his neck. "Why
don't we start with the lips?" 

Maytag turned his head at an angle and closed his eyes. He let
his lips part when they met hers, and she awarded him the soft
tip of her tongue. It was a good kiss, a good start. It developed
into more kisses. 

Cynthia encouraged Maytag to nibble on her neck, and her ears.
When he broke for air she peeled off layers of protection against
Minnesota winter and offered more of herself for him to kiss,
nibble, and suckle. By the time she was leaning back on the
staircase with Maytag's head between her legs, most every part of
her had been kissed by the man. 

Maytag could no longer smell the fragrant smoke in the air. The
smell of Cynthia and her arousal filled his nostrils. It was as
good an aphrodisiac as any binary agent Ron Gustafson could
concoct. Her scent had him hard to the point of discomfort in the
head of his cock. Blonde hair tickled his chin as he pushed his
tongue deep inside her and pressed his lips against her folds. 

When she pulled him up to lavish him with kisses, he did not
hesitate. Just as fast as he slipped out of his pants, he slipped
inside Cynthia's quim. He sucked on her tits as he gently bucked
his hips. 

"Harder," she said. "Do it harder." 

Maytag increased the force of his thrusts. His breathing grew
more strained. Cynthia responded with gasps of her own. He was
turned on as much by her short cries of pleasure as he was by her
full tits, her blue eyes, her blond cunt. 

"That's it, hard." 

Maytag locked his hand under the back of her knee and lifted her
leg up. She opened a bit more and he was able to make a longer
stroke. Cynthia slid her hands underneath herself and propped
herself up to allow him more room. 

"Oh, yes," Maytag said. 

"Not yet," Cynthia pleaded. "Just a little bit." 

She hooked her foot over the bannister. Maytag shifted his weight
and lifted her other leg until her knee was up against her
shoulder. He leaned into her with all his weight, fucking her
hard and steady. Sweat formed on his back and shoulders. 

Cynthia came. It almost sounded like she was going to sneeze, but
her blue eyes stayed open and locked on Maytag and her nails dug
into his neck. She wanted Maytag to come, too. 

* * * 

Stanton wanted Ron to come. Whereas before she had fucked
herself, now she fucked him. While they kissed, she began to
slide herself up and down on his shaft. 

She rose, straightening her back. She bounced up and down on his
prick. She slid one leg out from under her and put the foot down
flat. She lifted herself off the ground with that leg and began
to fall on him over and over again. The walls of her pussy
clamped on the head of his shaft. 

She squeezed the orgasm out of him. She felt him twitch and spasm
inside her. 

* * * 

Maytag grunted. Cynthia lifted her leg off the handrail and
wrapped it around his back. She pulled him inside her. She let
him break the slow heavy pace. 

Maytag responded with a series of short quick strokes. She was so
warm and wet, he felt like his cock was rolling inside hot oil.
His organ pulsed and he achieved his own release. 

As Maytag smiled and his senses returned to normal, Cynthia
laughed. "What?" Maytag asked. 

"I can't believe that just happened," Cynthia replied. 

"Not exactly a normal evening for me either, you know." 

"I guess not." 

"I mean, technically, we've got breaking and entering, illegal
search and seizure." 

"Lewd conduct," Cynthia added. "And whatever charge it is for
drugging people." 

"Not exactly," Maytag said. 

"Oh, right. I took it willingly. You know, I guess I did it all
willingly. I mean, this might not have been a good test. I was
kind of attracted to you anyway." 

"I got that," Maytag said. 

"That obvious?" 

"After that, sure." 

"It could have been the chemicals." 

"That's what I meant by not exactly. I never gave you the
solution." 

"I drank a full glass of it!" 

"You drank a full glass of water." 

"Oh. So that was--" 

"All you. One hundred per cent natural." 

Cynthia laughed again. "Well I guess you won't need to smuggle
any of that stuff out of here, then." 

"Right. But there's still a little work to do here. I want to
give Ron his own little epiphany. And we still need to test the
compound. This time on someone that wouldn't think of jumping
me." 

* * * 

"Where have you been?" Stanton asked Maytag and Cynthia when he
arrived. 

"Wrapping up our little investigation. If I'm right we'll be able
to leave and you can escape Duluth and ice and snow in no time."
Maytag went into his pocket. 

"Great. What are you smoking now?" 

"Not exactly." He popped one into his mouth. Cynthia lit the end
and Maytag blew smoke like a chimney. 

Stanton wanted to know what was going on. She asked again where
they had been, and how Maytag wrapped up the case. Then the look
in her eyes changed and she didn't ask any more questions. 

"OK, Stanton," Maytag said. "I'm heading out with Cynthia, you
don't mind right?" He rushed to get out of his seat. 

"Wait, where are you going? We were having a nice conversation!" 

"Sorry. We'll take her car. You take the rental back to the
hotel." 

Stanton watched him go with longing in her eyes. "Call me!" 


FIVE 

The new year was not going so well for Ron. Yes, New Year's Eve
was a good time, what with that woman who took him back to her
place and showed him her extensive dildo collection. But
something had to be wrong. He had failed with that lovely
Filipino girl and he actually had to talk to a divorcee for
almost the whole night before she suggested going back to her
place. 

Maybe the solution was diluted somehow. He secreted some ice from
the Silver Dollar back home and tested it. He was shocked to see
that it was free of his agent entirely. That could not be. 

He went to the equipment and opened the hinged door. There,
pinned to a fractional distillation column, was a hand written
note, decorated with a large red satin bow. 

	Dear Ron, 
	
	You've been a naughty boy. I decided to put a stop to it. 
	
	But I fear the local sheriff would have tipped you off. 
	Plus I read a bit of your research. If it's true 
	that the women do what they want and you have no real sway 
	over them, then you don't really need the drug, do you? 
	
	Just talk, listen, and convince them it's OK 
	to follow their own desires. 
	
	Maybe that isn't so easy, but if you try hooking this 
	up again, I'll be forced to rethink this. John River 
	knows and will be watching. He wants to avoid bad publicity 
	and thinks you're a good draw the way you are now. 
	
	Consider this a gift, Ron. Don't make me come back with coal. 
	
	Regards, 
	
	Santa Claus 

END 
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