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Subject: {ASSM} "In the matter of: Instrument of God" Chapter 163, "'What was I supposed to do?'"
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This is an excerpt from the book, "In the Matter of: Instrument of
God" and this is a brand-new excerpt from the book that I only
finished writing today.

Comments to the author are welcome.  Especially if you disagree with
any of my points or don't like the story and have specific
constructive criticism, but I will read all comments that aren't
simply attacks.

To separate comments from the tons of spam I get every day, you might
try putting "[IOG]" in the subject, so I'll know about this article.
I try to check all mail but some may get missed, if you don't hear
from me within a day or two, send your message again.

Chapter 163
"'What was I supposed to do?'"

	Meanwhile, Diane and Wilfred are also busy. Wilfred admits what he
knew.  "Diane, I knew you were a member of the Board even before 246
left.  Actually I knew it when you came to interview me, but I never
said anything.  I know lots of things that I keep my mouth shut
about."
	"Well, here's a part where I hope you don't keep your mouth shut,"
she says, as she slips into his arms and begins deep french kisses.
As they work together on foreplay, she enjoys the excitement of trying
yet another new lover.  When she's ready, she shows Wilfred how to use
the method she learned from 246.  He rides her high, enters her, and
begins sliding in and out.  She moves beneath him, enjoying every
thrust, even more because she can move at the same time.  Finally he
comes and stops.   Diane then gets out of bed so she can have George
do her again.

	At the same time, 246 and Lynn are also enjoying each other's
company.  As with Diane, Lynn has a particular position she likes 246
to use, and he does.  "I want you to use that position that's extra
pleasurable, the one that was almost too much for me.  Ung, ung, ung,
oh yeah!" she screams out.

	Next, Joan gives Jack what he considers one of the best blow jobs he
has ever had.   He is quite amazed.  As is Diane, with George giving
her another really pleasant experience.  Joan then decides to go see
Wilfred, after having Diane give him a fresh instant hard on.  Wilfred
is also amazed at how tight Joan is, even compared to how she was when
they were dead.

	Joan proceeds to have Jack do her every way possible: woman on top,
side-by-side, doggie style, and 'up the chocolate channel'.  She hands
him the lube, and says, "Go ahead and fuck me in the ass, I want to
let you do me every way possible."  So he gets to try one more thing
with her, which he finds unbelievably pleasurable.  "So, which of
these did you like the best?"
	"I liked being on top best."
	"Okay, let's go take a shower and then let's try again."

	.Diane is in bed with 246 this time.  "So let me get this straight,
you've decided not to have sex with Joan while she's alive?"
	"Yeah.  I mean, I know the whole purpose of having her a little girl
was as a present for your husband.  That's your - and her - decision,
and while I don't necessarily agree with it, I don't have to
participate."
	"Okay, why do you object?"
	"I don't agree with older men having sex with young girls."
	"Okay, 246, let me pin you down on something.  First of all, I'm
curious, do you consider it child molesting?"
	"Hmm.  Okay, I'll say no.  At 15 they can, and do, have sex and
realize what it means, but it's usually with boys who are near their
age."
	"So you'll concede it's likely a 15-year-old girl could be having sex
without it being an emotional problem for her."
	"Yeah, okay.  Oh Christ, I just remembered."

	"Okay, tell me the story."

	"The first time I had sex, I was 16.  I happened to be visiting a
Sears store, and a couple of girls, I guess, mistook me for one of the
employees, because they were trying to find a record..  Well, when a
couple of cute girls want to talk to you, you don't turn them down, so
I went through the 45s looking for whatever it was one of them was
after.  I don't remember if I helped them, but one of them looked
really pretty, so I asked her for her number.  She said that her
parents wouldn't really like it if she got phone calls, but if I gave
her my number, she'd call me."
	"I figured she probably wouldn't, but I gave it to her.  About a week
later, she called.  We'd have a regular conversation every so often,
and it got rather steamy after a while, and I tried to talk her into
going out on a date.  Well, apparently she couldn't have me come by
her place but she might be able to do something on a weekend if she
could arrange to be out later.
	"Her name was Ziggy, or at least, that's what she called herself.
So one day, she tells me that she's going to be staying at a
neighbor's place, doing some babysitting, and if I want to come over
that night and watch TV with her, I could.
	"So I take two buses - I wasn't old enough to get a license, then -
and I get to the house.  I knock on the door, and she answers, dressed
as a typical teenybopper: tee shirt, no bra, blue jeans and sneakers.
So I walk in, and she's made popcorn.  There's some show on the TV,
damned if I can remember what it was.  We sit down and watch for a
while, and I'm watching her.  I move a little closer, and she doesn't
shrink back.  I take her hand, and she leans her head on my shoulder.
I decided to see what would happen, so slowly I leaned over, and tried
to kiss her.  She sat up, and turned toward me.  I almost bumped into
her nose, before I found out you're supposed to turn your head.  So we
kissed, and did this for some time.  I wasn't sure what to do, so I
tried putting my hands on her breasts.  Fortunately I knew enough to
be gentle or I might have killed the mood right then and there.  Then
I get the idea to slip her a little tongue, and this gets her really
excited.  So she breaks the kiss, and says, 'Let's go upstairs, they
have a big bed there.  The little brat is up in his room asleep, and
even if he isn't, the door can be locked.  His parents won't be back
until late, and as long as you're out by 11 I'm okay, so we've got
lots of time.'  So I race her up the stairs, and we get in the room,
where there's a king-sized bed.  She does lock the door, and we start
taking our clothes off.
	"After she's naked, she goes around to the other side of the bed,
pulls the covers off, and slides in.  I get in on the close side, and
slide in next to her.  She reaches over and turns off the light, so
it's fairly dark.  We continue to kiss, I've got my arms around a nice
naked girl, and this goes on for a while, and I see if it's okay to do
anything.  I push her over.  I put my hands on her legs and spread
them.  Well, I haven't heard her say no, so I figure it's okay, I get
on top of her, then I decide to kiss her a few more times, and then
one time while I've got her tongue in my mouth, I decide to slip
inside her.  I reach down, find where her opening is, move my dick
there, and slide into her.  She feels really good, so nice and warm,
and tight around my dick, and fortunately she's nice and slick.
	"She breaks the kiss, and says, 'Goddammit, don't you know you're
supposed... oh, hell, just finish fucking me.'
	"The way she said it made me worry, 'Was I supposed to use
something?'
	"She shook her head. 'No.' She smiled.  'Actually I'm taking an acne
medication that my parents don't know is also a birth control pill.
If I wasn't, I'd have told you before you got into bed that you have
to use a condom.  Just go ahead and finish this, I can't very well
tell a guy to stop once he gets started.'
	"So I continue moving, up and down, inside her, and I got thinking
she seemed to like it when I was kissing her, so I did.  It must have
excited her a bit, because she became very responsive and actually
started moving under me.  But that didn't last long, because maybe a
minute or two later I came.
	"So I roll off her, and she says, 'Look, I know it hurts when a guy
gets excited and can't get off, so I guess I can understand why you
want it so bad, but don't you know you're supposed to do something to
me first?  How am I supposed to come if you don't do me before you
fuck me?'
	"I almost started to ask her what she meant when she said it hurts
when a guy can't get off, so I said, 'What...' then I caught myself.
If some girl believes something that makes her more receptive to
allowing a guy to get laid, I'm not going to tell her otherwise.  So I
caught myself.  'What was I supposed to do?' I said."

	Diane looks at him and smiles, "You mean it doesn't hurt if a guy
doesn't get to come after he gets a hard on?  I'm shocked!"
	"Yeah, I'll bet you are."
	"246, maybe you're not the type to manipulate girls to get them into
bed, but I think almost every girl hears that story, and the ones that
are nice and don't know any better fall for it."
	"Oh, I see."
	"Finish your story, this one's actually interesting."

	"Let's see.  I said,  'What was I supposed to do?'
	"She looked at me funny, 'How should I know?  I'm not a guy, I don't
know what to do when you give a girl head, I just know that if you
don't, I don't come.  Is this the way you fuck every girl?'
	"So I told her the truth.  'I don't know, this was the first time I
ever had sex.'
	"Well, I think I shall remember the look on her face for all
eternity, because I remember it to this day.  She was plainly shocked,
and she became a lot less mad.  'Oh, I'm sorry!  I just figured, you
were so good looking, that you'd probably had lots of girls before,
and you'd be pretty good in bed.  I mean, how old are you?'
	"'I'm 16.' I said.  I think I'd told her this before, because she
told me how old she was, which I already knew.
	"Well, I'm 15 and I've had about eight or nine guys since I started
last year.  Look, what we can do is, I'll give you a chance to figure
out what to do, and maybe we can do this again.  It wasn't too bad,
you did kiss me while we were fucking and I liked that.  We can...'
	"A loud pounding interrupted her.  'Oh shit, the little brat woke
up.  Well, you'd best get dressed, I'm probably going to have to let
him out for a while, and you can't take a shower, they'd notice if the
bathroom was all fogged up, so go back and sit on the couch until I
can get him back in bed, then we can try again, okay?'
	"Well, I was all for that, so I got up, put my clothes back on, and
went out to the living room.  I still can't remember what movie it
was, but she's chasing this little rugrat, about 4 years old, finally
catches him, and tickles him a bit, then takes him back to his room.
She comes back a few minutes later, and sits down, 'Whew!  I have to
stop for a moment.  I told him he's supposed to be asleep, I let him
have his bear and a drink of water, but I told him he'd have to stay
in his room and not make noise.  Cute little fella even if he reminds
my of my bratty little brother.  Anyway, I'll let you try doing me
here on the couch, and if you can figure out how to make me come, then
we'll go upstairs and we can fuck again.   So unzip me and take a
look.'
	"I get her pants and her panties off, and I try to guess what I'm
supposed to do.  I try using my finger on her, and I think I'm a
little too hard, because she says, 'your nails hurt.'  So I'm more
careful, and as luck would have it, I try using my finger and I stroke
her G-spot.  Oh, this, she really enjoys, 'Oh God, oh God that does
feel good, keep doing that!' which I get to do for maybe ten seconds,
before there's a knock on the door.  'Oh fuck!' she cries out.  So we
more-or-less straighen everything back, she gets her jeans back on and
gets up to answer the door.  At first, I was afraid it was going to be
her parents or the parents of the toddler she'd just locked up. As it
turns out, it's some other pimply-faced kid, like me.  'I know I'm
early, but I wanted to... Who's he?' he says, pointing at me.
	"'Well, you said you wanted to date other girls, so I'm doing the
same thing!  I wasn't expecting you here before 11:30.'
	"Now I understood why she said I had to leave by 11.  Well, I'm not
complaining, I got to fuck some hot little strumpet who would have let
me fuck her again if her boyfriend hadn't shown up early.  But, since
boyfriends can be possessive, I decided I'd better leave before he
decides to do something.  'Look, I'd better go,' I said, and I tried
to walk past him.  Well, I guess her boyfriend could smell it on me,
because he said, 'Did you just fuck her?'
	"I probably should have just lied, and said 'no,' then left.  'Yeah,'
I said.  'I didn't know she had a boyfriend.'  'Well you do now, so
get lost!' and he proceeds to push me out the door.  Big mistake.
	"I was in the military the last two times I was born - although I
wouldn't know that until after I died - and as luck would have it, I
was an 'army brat' in that life.  Which means that I got a lot of
exposure to other cultures, including ones where kids learn to fight
at a young age.  So I had learned.  Fortunately, I learned how not to
injure someone, or it might have been worse.  As he tried to shove me,
I grabbed his hand, hooked my leg under his, and pulled.  He went down
like a sack of potatoes.  'Don't ever do that again' I said.    She
immediately went to him, then she turned to me, and said, 'I think
you'd better leave.'  So I did.
	"A couple days later, she calls me, to tell me that her boyfriend had
decided that he only wanted to see her, so she wouldn't be able to see
me any more.   She also said that if she ever broke up with him again,
she might want to get together again.  I said, 'Okay,' and I hung up.
I never heard from her again in the six months before we moved again.
	"I did learn one thing.  I knew that if I wanted to make girls
interested in having sex with me more than once, I'd have to know how
to, as she put it, 'do things to them.'   So I learned.  I spent so
much time in the library reading books about sex that I remember to
this day the Dewey Decimal number for sex books: 612.6."

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