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Anyone left alive in here that remembers one of the reasons for this place
is commenting on the fiction of others. Sure, the Fish Tank has moved on to
higher ground, but it will still work in here too.
Following is the first chapter of something of the ScFi persuasion that I've
got started. I won't do any replies until next Saturday so you'll have
plenty of time to say what you want about it.
Here are the rules.
1. There ain't no rules. Say whatever you want about it. I promise to be as
nice as I can in my replies, unless you really piss me off. In that case
I'll probably give you a sound cussing.
It's been spell checked and grammar suggested by Microsoft Word, but there's
still probably plenty of nits to pick if that's your thing. I would be
especially grateful for any comment on whether the sex scene seems to have
been shoe-horned in after the first draft. It was, and I want to know if you
can see the tracks. I've had it mentioned to me lately that I tend to do too
much introduction without getting to a "good part" soon enough. This was an
experiment to see if I could make things more sexual sooner.
The codes are from StoriesOnline.net if there are differences from ASSM
codes, since StoriesOnline.net might be where it ends up. Some of the action
the codes mention might not occur in this first chapter.
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"Dammit" by cmsix (MFf, cheat, Mult, harem, ScFi, TimeTr)
Chapter 1
Man, this was the classiest house I'd ever been to, for work, or at all. I
couldn't believe people obviously this rich didn't already have DirecTV. I
hoped they weren't going to be an enormous pain in the ass like some big
shots. I could already nearly feel the fight coming. They'd want me to hide
all the wires inside the walls and leave no trace of my presence except one
wire from the wall to their receiver near the TV.
Hell, I could do that, but with a house this big, and since the install
order was for eight receivers I'd be working here long enough for them to
move me in. It was easy to see they'd have plenty of spare rooms. I'd
noticed one other disgusting thing about rich people though; they often
didn't want to pay the satellite TV guy for the extra work they wanted done.
One hell of a lot of the discontent I'd been feeling about what was coming
next went completely away when the door was answered. The woman looked like
she might be twenty-one, someday. Her face was absofuckinglutely beautiful,
maybe the prettiest woman I'd ever seen in person, the movies, or on TV. She
had a lovely smile too.
"You must be here to switch out our TV service," she said, with a voice that
was just too low and sexy to believe.
"Yes Ma'am, but is it a switch out? The work order didn't mention that," I
said, hoping against hope that she was telling me the truth since switching
someone from Dish Network to DirecTV was usually no trouble at all.
"My husband might not have mentioned it but we have Dish already. He got mad
at them about something and canceled the service then ordered DirecTV. I
hope that won't cause any problems," she said.
"It shouldn't. In fact, if you still have the boxes their receivers came in
I'll be happy to pack them up and send them back for you," I said, doing my
best to suck up to this vision who was masquerading as a housewife.
"Come on in and we'll look in the storage closet," she said, turning to lead
the way.
Did I mention that this five foot eight inch, beautiful, green-eyed redhead
must have come directly from their pool in the tiniest thong I'd ever seen?
The top was tiny too and barely had enough clothe to cover her areolae. The
only thing that kept this from being a perfect wet dream on the spot was she
hadn't come to the door out of the pool. She wasn't soaking wet, but I could
live with that as I followed the world's most perfect ass toward my fate, I
hoped.
"Whoa," I thought, as we entered the storage closet. It seemed more a
network installation office. This was where their Internet service entered
too, but it wasn't a normal residential broadband setup. I knew damned well
that was a T-1 drop feeding the hardware firewall which fed the commercial
router that led to a panel of network switches. Somebody here didn't want to
wait when they clicked on a porno site.
I nearly creamed my jeans when she leaned those fantastic titties against me
and pointed to the shelves the receiver boxes were on but I held on and
dammit, she left me to it after that.
First things first, I carried all the boxes back downstairs and set them in
the living room. She hadn't stayed long enough for me to ask and I wasn't
going out to the pool for more info, not yet at least. I was going to give
my pride and joy some time to settle down.
The next thing on my list was changing out the dish and aiming it. I went
back out the front door and walked around the house, spotting the
installation on a wall mount after I turned the first corner. It took less
than thirty minutes to get that squared away and I carried the eight new
receivers inside this time.
There wasn't a TV in the living room or den, but I found my first suspect in
their entertainment lounge. The receiver was easy to get to, and even though
it was hooked to the projection unit of the biggest screen I'd ever seen,
all the connections were normal.
After things were plugged in and connected I found a remote for the giant
television, pushed the button for the sixteen-foot screen to roll down.
After I got it into operation and managed to get it on the rest of the
account setup was nearly normal. I left the receiver to do it's downloading
and other crap and went looking for the next room. I felt like I was ready
for another look at the bombshell by now, but though I walked around into
bedrooms unannounced I didn't manage to catch her even more naked anywhere.
Three hours later I was done. I hadn't seen the beauty again during the
whole time. I packed everything back up, put her old receivers in my pickup,
gathered the paperwork, and went toward the pool to look for her.
She'd been by the pool the whole time I guess, working on her tan. This made
me really happy since I found her lying on her front on the lounger with her
fantastic ass pointed right at me as I walked up to get the paperwork
signed.
"Are you done already?" she asked, after hearing me walk toward her.
Somehow I was able to get a yes Ma'am out before I nearly swallowed my
tongue. She'd been sunning for sure, since at some time she'd removed what
little she'd been wearing before. That was plain when she turned over after
I answered her.
By now even I had figured out she was getting her jollies somehow by teasing
me, and it didn't bother me a bit. Hell, I was getting to see her naked in
the bargain. Sure, I wished I could just drop trou and crawl between her
legs, but that wasn't going to happen. I concentrated on being grateful for
the view while she signed my papers. I'd be leaving with an aching dick but
what the hell; it would go down again someday.
When I turned to leave she spoke up.
"Wait a second. You haven't even showed me how to work it," she said, and
she was getting up off the lounger as I turned back toward her.
I wanted to apologize and tell her it had slipped my mind but when I saw
those big titties in their full uncovered glory all I could do was let my
mouth drop open. Letting my eyes drop away from the big luscious milk fruit
didn't help a damned thing either. Her sparse auburn bush came into view and
I'll swear I could she just the top of her slit from this angle. She didn't
give me time to gather my wits either.
"Come on," she said, taking hold of my hand, "You've got to show me the
difference between this setup and the other one. I don't want to be stuck
here by myself all weekend with nothing but a test pattern to watch."
Even though my brain was clouded and foggy at the moment, her words came
through quickly. This was Wednesday afternoon and unless I was more confused
than I thought, she'd just told me she'd be here alone until next Monday.
Why was she telling me this? Not to mention why was she leading me back into
the house without bothering to even put on her light robe. She was holding
my hand, leading me inside, and she didn't have one damned stitch covering
that lethal body. Things like this didn't happen to me.
Sure, I guess my looks were acceptable, for a guy at least. At six two and a
solid non-fat two-thirty-five I even stood out in a Texas crowd. Still and
yet, the girls weren't beating a path to my door. Even though I did ok when
I went out to two-step with the ladies, a naked beauty dragging me into her
house wasn't in my experience. Maybe I was making more out of her nudity
than she was. Hell, of course I was.
Inside the house I expected us to head for the entertainment lounge and the
giant TV but it wasn't the case. She led me upstairs and directly into what
I thought of as the master bedroom. She stopped right in front of the custom
made cabinet for her video equipment.
When I'd been in here earlier to get things connected I couldn't help but
notice the decor. She had the biggest damned bed I'd ever seen. It faced a
giant flat-panel TV and I hadn't missed the ten by twelve mirror directly
over the bed. The cabinet near the TV had everything from an old fashioned
VCR on up. Here DVD player had some kind of caddy that must have held fifty
DVDs and it looked like it could change them on its own. That wasn't the
problem right now though. She was nearly bouncing from foot to foot and
hurrying me along to get the TV playing.
"Find us a sexy movie," she said, as soon as I got a picture.
I didn't know a sexy movie from a kick in the ass. I knew porno when I saw
it and in fact I knew exactly where to go to find some, but I didn't think
that was what she had in mind. I moved the menu to the pay-per-view section
and gave her the remote so she could make her own selection.
"Just scroll up and down until you find what you like, Ma'am," I said.
"Kathy, my name is Kathy, Chuck," she said, and I was bumfuzzled again.
My name hadn't come up before and from the way she called it I knew she knew
it somehow. What I didn't know was how she knew it. That was something I
decided I did want to know though.
"Un, Kathy, how did you know my name?" I asked.
"Marilyn told me."
"Marilyn who?" I asked, but I had a sneaky suspicion of my own.
"The order girl at your office. I told her not to send some sloppy fat ass
out here to traipse around in my house and leave dirty footprints on the
carpet or I'd send him right back. She said that Chuck was her best
installer and she'd make sure you got my ticket."
That would have to do, but I was still feeling a little in the dark. What
the hell did I have to bitch about though? While Kathy changed channels I
busied myself looking over the good parts, and on Kathy, all the parts
looked good.
When she found a movie she liked Kathy led me over beside the bed and had me
sit on it. I still wasn't sure what was going on but even a dim wit like me
had a hint by now, though I could barely believe I could be right.
"You can't put those boots on my comforter," she said, and in a flash she
had one of my legs between her knees and was bent over facing away from me
and pulling the offending manly footwear off.
No matter what happened after that, I knew I could die a happy man. As she
wrestled with my boot her spectacular ass was facing me, showing me her pink
pucker and her lightly fringed vertical smile. By now I was sure she wanted
some dick and I was also sure she was gonna get some of mine, unless she
screamed loud enough to bring the law.
I'm as polite to women as the next man, and my mother raised me right. I'd
never physically abused a woman in my life and didn't intend to start now,
but enough is enough. I was going to fuck this auburn haired goddess whether
she wanted me to or not.
When she'd pulled both boots off I stood up and started off with my clothes.
She didn't say anything at first; she just stared as my shirt came off. She
finally spoke up as I released my belt and dragged my zipper down.
"What are you doing Chuck?"
"I'm gettin' naked, like you. It's just plain bad manners for me to hang
around fully dressed while you don't even have a stitch on."
She didn't say anything else, just watched me. When I pulled my jeans and
drawers down in one move, letting my swelling dick jump loose, her mouth
dropped open like mine had earlier.
"My God, what a dick!" she said.
Now I know my dick is big, it always had been. Showers with the other
football team members had let me know early on that I got more in the dick
lottery than they did. I'd never thought it was anything to blurt out about
though, even if several girls had done a good bit of moaning about it from
time to time.
"You're gonna fuck me with it, aren't you?"
"I've got it on my mind. What did you expect with the way you've been
teasing me all day?"
"It's exactly what I planned on, but it's such a shock to see that big
thing. Don't hurt me," she said, pleading.
There was nothing more to be gained by talking. At least I couldn't think of
anything. I never was much of a talker anyway. I took her in my arms and
when she pressed herself against me my dick let me know what to do next. I
think it got a hint from the feel of her bush against my ballsack.
Her mouth was hot and sucking as soon as I got my lips against it. I took
that as an all signals go and tumbled us over onto the bed. My boots weren't
be going to muss the comforter but I wasn't giving any warranties against
dripping come. She wasn't looking for any either.
I couldn't last long swapping spit with her because those titties were
crying for my lips. When I latched onto a nipple it swelled in my mouth and
made my hands want to wander south. Her bush was merely pointing the way and
finding her pussy made me feel like things were going my way.
Her lower lips were beginning to get slippery already and I let a finger
tease them while I swapped nipples and sucked the other one up to match the
first. Kathy was already panting and petting on my back. It surprised me
that she got so hot so quickly but she had. Her legs were already squirming
around and had spread to make room for me between them. She was ready to go
and seemed like she hadn't had any in months. What was I waiting for?
She cooed encouragement as I moved between her long legs and when I took
hold of my dick and swabbed its head between her lips she gasped and her
arms flew around me, hugging me tightly. I'm usually pretty patient at times
like this but I could tell she wasn't going to be. She wanted me in her and
I put my knob in place and pushed it slowly up her.
She was hot inside too, noticeably hot. If I'd been thinking clearly I'd
have realized that all women felt hot inside but it was something I'd never
paid attention to before. I couldn't miss it this time though. She was tight
too and there wasn't a chance I could slide all the way up her in one
stroke. I didn't mind a bit - working my way up her was fine with me.
Kathy was hot and tight but she was a tall girl and there was plenty of
depth for all ten inches of me. We both sighed when our bushes merged and I
let it soak for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of her inner grip along my
length. I was sure I could just stay there up on her for weeks and never get
tired of the feeling.
Kathy didn't have that kind of patience. She lay still for a few seconds and
then cocked her hips, wrapped her long legs around my waist, and the fucking
started in earnest. Naturally this got my ass going too and before you know
it we were banging away at each other almost savagely. By the time she got
her hands on my asscheeks and spurred me with her fingernails we were
rounding the final turn and galloping down the stretch.
I was relieved when I felt her tight tunnel clasping around me since I knew
she was going to come too. I always tried my best to make sure the girl got
her goodies before I did, but I'll admit that it hadn't been possible for me
to hold out with Kathy. She was so beautiful and so hot that I was lost
almost as soon as I got it in her. I've heard it said that the mind was the
most powerful aphrodisiac, and just the thought of getting a ride on this
beauty had been nearly too much. Actually climbing between her legs and
rutting with her had meant all bets on performance were off.
When she hit her peak Kathy arched her neck back and howled like a hound. I
could barely hear it myself over my grunting and groaning but I was glad
that something had set her off. Now that I'd found her I didn't want this to
be a one and done party. As my hose drained into her I sagged against that
perfect body and panted. We both did for a few minutes.
"Jesus God. You really know how to do a girl up right," Kathy said, when she
had her wind back.
"It wasn't me, it was the inspiration I had."
"A sweet talker too."
"All I can say is this is the best installation I've ever been to. I just
hope you don't intend to run me off right away," I said, fishing and I'm
sure she knew it.
"You can count on staying, and on coming back anytime you have time," she
said.
"Won't your husband be back soon?"
"It doesn't matter. He's as queer as a three-dollar bill. He did at least
let me in on the secret before we married. I guess you could say I'm a
professional trophy wife.
"He's a class action litigator. He specializes in doing massive suits for
groups of construction workers that were exposed to asbestos or other types
of nasty chemicals. How many he men do you think would sign him up if they
knew he'd rather lick their dicks than sue their X employers?
"He'll be happy that I've found someone to keep my nerves settled and take
my mind off bitching at him. Hell, the next time you want to come over just
call me and I'll send the limo. It'll keep the neighbors from getting nosey
and everything will work out fine," she said, and I couldn't believe my
luck.
After we had our strength back we got right back to it. She took a turn on
top this time and it was even better than the first. I stayed in her bed
until it was nearly dark out and when I left she made plans to have the limo
fetch me back out for the night after I finished work tomorrow. We kissed
each other into another frenzy before she let me out the door.
I was a happy little satellite TV installer as I headed home. I'd been so
distracted I hadn't even taken my tool belt off when I got in my truck, and
it made me laugh at myself.
The asshole that ran the light at fourth and Main did not make me laugh at
myself, or him. I got about half a second's warning before I slammed into
the side of his step van. Then there was that explosion thing I got to see
for about another half a second and that was it.