Message-ID: <44487asstr$1064707804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20030927172535.86399.qmail@web20504.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 27 Sep 2003 10:25:35 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} John Carter I 13 (mf mmf ffm ff mm sci-fi) Date: Sat, 27 Sep 2003 20:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search http://shopping.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "JC13.txt" begin> DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes without the consent of the author. John Carter By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezak, 2003 Part 1: Shield, Staff, and Compass Chapter 13 Life for John had changed significantly over the past eight months. He had a raise because of the funding Mike Holden had arranged. He had even bought a jeep of his own. His professors treated him much better now that he was covering the costs of his research. His research was going well and was beginning to show results that he could publish and use in his dissertation. The best change in his life was his relationship with Betsy. Betsy spent several nights a week at the house with him. She was an amazingly exciting woman and had the kind of open free spirit that he appreciated. She enjoyed sex with a naturalness that was refreshing. She enjoyed oral sex and woke him every morning that she spent at the house with a wonderful blowjob. She even requested anal sex on occasion, something that none of his past lovers had ever requested. Her occupation as a nurse had given her a very good understanding of male anatomy. She used that knowledge to massage his prostate gland during sex. The result of her administrations was a mind-blowing orgasm. The one thing that would turn John off a woman faster than anything was to be treated like he was her property. The most amazing thing about her was the total lack of possessiveness and jealously that she had toward the relationship. She would occasionally invite a friend over just for fun. True to the advice that Mrs. South had given her, she was more than happy to engage in threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes. That lack of possessiveness and willingness to play bound John to her more strongly than anything else that she might have done. He had been afraid that his relationship with Betsy would mean an end to his hiking, but that had not been the case. He had hiked through Big Bend National Park over the summer for a month and a half while she had been a volunteer with some sort of aid group for refugees. When Betsy returned, he and her had taken a nice a weeklong hike. He was still able to take weekend hikes since her schedule often required her to work weekends. Dinner out on Friday nights with Betsy and Mrs. South had become a routine and one that he enjoyed very much. The conversation at dinner was always lively and interesting. He didn't realize how much he had come to enjoy those dinners until they didn't go out one Friday. Betsy had many patients that would chat about politics and Mrs. South watched cable news programs all of the time. He had to read the newspaper so that he would be able to participate in the dinner conversations without looking too ignorant. He couldn't believe how sexually wild Mrs. South had been in her youth. She would tell Betsy about her past sexual experiences. Sometimes, John would be there when they had one of those types of discussions. Those discussions always struck him as surreal, but her recognized how similar Betsy was to the younger version of Mrs. South. He wondered if Betsy would have that same type of discussions when she was seventy-five. One day Mrs. South reminisced about the times she and her husband had threesomes. She explained how she enjoyed two men at the same time more than when she and another woman were pleasing her husband. Betsy had asked her to explain why. It turned out there were multiple reasons for it and none of them were ones that John would have expected. She had explained that with two men she was the center of attention and was assured of many orgasms. She particularly enjoyed it when the men took turns as they would usually end up on her for hours at a time. There were reasons why she didn't enjoy the times when she was with another woman as much. Her husband would usually barge in before the women were ready for him. She liked pleasuring the other woman and receiving pleasure in return. The sight of two women engaged in sex with each other was often too exciting for her husband. It was also a sad fact of nature that her husband could usually satisfy only one of them. When she had sex with someone, she wanted to make sure that everyone had a good time. It didn't feel right when her husband took care of her needs and ignored the needs of the other woman. Betsy had agreed with her on all of those points. Because of these conversations, John realized that he had been very mistaken in his understanding of the elderly. It was easy to see by the lines etched on their faces that they had experienced life, but he had considered that life in terms of working, raising a family, and dealing with debt. He hadn't stopped to consider that they often had fulfilling sex lives as well. Talking with Mrs. South had convinced him that his ideas about what constitutes a good marriage were correct. She had validated everything he had told Jenny and Jack. The only thing that hadn't changed to the positive was the nature of his rescues. He was still saving peoples lives at the rate of about one per day, but the circumstances of those saves were turning more violent. Outside of the first episode in which he had been shot, there was initially very little violence involved. Then it began to be fires, drive-by shootings, and explosions. Yesterday, a bank robbery had led to a major shootout during the lunch hour when the streets were very busy. He had helped pull a number of people out of the area and treated a policeman who had been shot. His body was now becoming a patchwork quilt of scars. He had been shot several times and stabbed more than once. None of the injuries was that serious, but it was taking a toll on his body. He continued to heal at a phenomenal rate and didn't experience the level of pain commensurate with his injuries. However, scar tissue tended to restrict his movements and he often felt stiff on cold mornings. His greatest expense was new clothes to replace the bloody rags that were often the result of a rescue. He carried a spare outfit in the back of his car. At least the coming weekend looked like it would be fun. Jenny and Jack were coming down to Austin to scout out a location for a new 'Soup Shoppe.' He was looking forward to their visit. Their Friday night routine was going to be interrupted, but he expected it to be better than usual. Mrs. South's daughter had agreed to have Davie over for the weekend. John had taught her grandchildren how to fight bug-eyed monsters. He knew Davie was going to have fun. He was curious how Betsy and Jenny would get along. He wasn't worried that they would hate each other. Betsy knew that Jenny was married to Jack and so she had no reason to be jealous. Jenny was happily married to Jack, so there shouldn't be any problem there. The worst that he was expecting was indifference. He suspected that the real purpose of their visit to was check out his girlfriend and make sure that she was good enough for him. The reason Jenny and Jack stated for their visit was that they were looking at real estate. The actual reason was that both were curious about the woman that snagged their friend. Both were convinced that his wandering ways would prevent him from getting close enough to any woman to have a future with her. They had recognized an absence of that emptiness that was waiting for a woman to fill it. It was not that he didn't appreciate the presence of a woman in his life; it was more that he didn't have the drive to keep one in his life. That he had worked so hard to find this woman surprised them both. On Friday night, Betsy was the first to arrive at the house. She let herself in and announced her arrival in a cheerful voice. She was dressed in his favorite outfit of hers. It was a blue dress. It hugged her in all the right places and was loose enough to allow her to wrap herself around him. John greeted her warmly. He kissed her as his hands roamed over her body. He gave her bra-less breasts a nice feel that stiffened her nipples. Betsy was busy rubbing his stiffening cock through his jeans with her hand. Their passion was suddenly interrupted by Mrs. South. She criticized, "Boy, you guys are slow. I would have been on my knees by now." Betsy laughed, "Oh yeah, show me!" Mrs. South laughed, "Child you tempt me. However, at my age, if I get on my knees I don't think I'll ever get up." John found himself a little disturbed by this exchange. He excused himself to find a quiet place to think. He went into the bathroom and closed the door. Sitting on the edge of the bathtub, he started to think about Mrs. South and her behavior over the past few months. Her jokes about intimacy had become strained. Her voice had an edge to it that suggested she felt left out of life. He realized that she missed her husband and was in dire need of some affection from a male source. He wondered if Betsy realized this. He thought about some of the elderly men that he would meet on his walks and wondered if this wasn't an appropriate time to start making some introductions. As he thought about it, he realized there was one gentleman that might be perfect for her. Getting his thoughts in order, he left the bathroom and joined the two women in the living room. He hadn't been there five minutes when there was a knock on the door. He excitedly raced to the door to answer it. Throwing open the door; he was nearly bowled over by an exuberant Davie. He bent down and gave Davie a great big bear hug while growling loudly. Davie thrashed about thrilled at the attention. Jack and Jenny were standing behind Davie laughing at the antics. Finally, Davie had enough and backed up giggling. He tried to put on a serious face in an attempt to act older than he really was. John invited everyone in and made the introductions. It wasn't until after the introductions were made than an uneasy quietness settled on the room. The women were sizing each other up while the men stood aside uneasily wondering how things were going to turn out. In a beauty contest, it would be hard to declare a winner. Davie broke the silence with the kind of directness for which kids are known, "Mommy and Dad were both right, she's real pretty and she's nice." Jack blushed and acknowledged, "I said you'd be pretty." Jenny smiled, "I said you'd be a good woman, of course that is automatic if John is interested in you." Betsy winked, "I can be real bad." John laughed, "That's when she's at her best." Jenny laughed and added, "That's when all women are at their best, right honey?" "Yes, ma'am!" Now that the tension had been broken, the two women started chatting together like long lost friends. When the conversation started getting a little too personal, John and Jack started trying to steer the conversation towards the weather or sports. Recognizing the discomfort they were causing, Jenny and Betsy locked arms and headed towards the bedroom. Mrs. South laughed, "You boys are in trouble now." As the usual suspect in all accidents, Davie was immediately worried. He asked in a small voice, "What did I do?" Mrs. South bent down, "You're the only one that isn't in trouble." "That's good to hear." The relief on his face was quite evident. He looked up at Mrs. South and saw her smile. He decided that she understood how worried he had been. His mother had lectured him several times about not running in the house and breaking things. He suddenly remembered that he was supposed to say ma'am when he talked to an adult woman. He added, "very good to hear, ma'am." Mrs. South understood the delay as a child forgetting his manners for a moment. She smiled and added, "Do you know who's been waiting for you to get here?" Davie looked surprised, "Who?" "My three grandchildren. They can't wait to meet the best shot in the known universe." John added, "You know, four of you together will be able to have two ships when you start hunting those dreadful bug eyed monsters. Of course, you probably wouldn't want to go into battle with the first and third best pilots in the known universe. You might like to meet the second best shot though!" "Really?" "Yep, really. Of course you might have to stay the night there." "The whole night?" asked Davie in awe. He wasn't sure that he wanted to be away from his mom overnight. She always was there to tuck him into bed and now she wouldn't be there. Mrs. South added, "Of course, I heard they had put up a tent in the back yard and were going to roast marshmallows over a fire. They were planning to spend the night out there in the tent. You might not want to do that." Davie's eyes were as big as saucers. He loved the idea of camping out in the back yard. He knew that John was always hiking and camping. Now that he was getting older, he would get to try camping too. He was thinking quickly, "I want do it! I'll even fight off any bears that come around." Jack laughed, "I wouldn't worry about that. There aren't any bears around here, Davie." When Mrs. South's daughter arrived with her kids later, Davie was all set to go. The kids started talking excitedly about the adventures they were going to have that night. There wasn't even a second of hesitation in incorporating Davie into the fearless threesome. Amid a lot of noise and excitement, Jenny waved goodbye to her child for the first time ever. Davie, carrying a blue overnight bag, went out the door with hardly a look back. When he reached the car door, he did look back. His features were tinged with a mixture of excitement and fear. John made an okay sign and winked. Davie relaxed, smiled, and then climbed into the car. The five adults were left in the living room. Jenny, sitting in the middle of the couch, was a little misty eyed. Jack tried to console her by telling her that everything would be okay. When his efforts started to fail, Mrs. South came over and put her hand on Jenny's leg, "Dear, I know how tough it is to watch them go off like that. What you are feeling right now is perfectly normal. Whenever I sent one of my kids off to school for their first time, I spent the rest of the day crying. So if you feel like crying, you just go right ahead." The permission to cry had exactly the opposite effect on Jenny, just as Mrs. Smith had predicted. Jenny sat up and pulled herself together. She grabbed Jack, "Let's put up the luggage and change. It's almost dinner time and I'm sure everyone is ready to eat." It was less than ten minutes before everyone was ready to go. John opened all of the doors to his jeep and watched as everyone piled in. Mrs. South sat in the front passenger seat. Jack sat in the middle of the back seat with Betsy and Jenny on each side of him. He got in the drivers seat and looked in the rear view mirror. Jack looked very happy about the seating arrangements. John couldn't blame him. He was tempted to get out and have Jack drive them. Dinner was a great success. Betsy and Jenny acted as if they were long lost sisters and Mrs. South was the elderly aunt. Jack and John talked through the evening. Jack was excited about the grand opening of their third Soup Shoppe. John was still excited about his funding. Together they worked out an investment plan that would help John buy a house in the near future. John was saving about 30K a year. He wanted to wait three years before buying a house and to buy it outright. He and Jack argued about the tax benefits of a mortgage. John favored the benefits of outright ownership, but Jack convinced him that carrying a small mortgage could make paying property taxes and insurance easier. One minor problem occurred as they were leaving the restaurant. Two young men were trying to wrestle a young lady into an alley near the parking lot. John used his walking stick to get their attention by hitting the backs of their legs. Both immediately fell to the ground as their knees collapsed out from under them. Seeing John with a five foot long pole, and Jack behind him, the two youths lost their nerve and ran off down the alley. Two police officers showed up at the end of the alley and captured the boys. The young lady was quite thankful for her rescue. John and his party left after making a statement to the officers. After the evening out wound down, John and Jack sat in the living room talking. They had settled into that comfortable flow of male conversation that was often punctuated by silences that would drive women crazy. They'd sit there not talking and then one or the other would make a comment about the state of the world. The other would add his comments and they'd lapse into silence again. Both men were comfortable. Jack broke the silence, "Does that happen much?" "Does what happen?" "Showing up at the right time and place to save someone." "Yeah. Just about every day." "Interesting. Does it bother you?" "Not really." The two men lapsed into silence again. Their comfort was interrupted when the two women blew into the room like miniature tornadoes. Jenny announced, "We're going to bed now." Betsy added, "If you're smart, you'll come to bed in ten minutes." "But not before!" The two women left the room amid lots of giggles and elbows. Jack and John watched them leave. They sat there for a minute without saying anything. Finally, John said, "They have something planned for us tonight." "Yep, I wonder what it is." They sat there for a little while longer sipping their drinks. Jack said, "I guess it's about time for us to discover what they're planning." "Yep, we'll know soon enough." The two men got up and headed to their respective bedrooms. They were both shocked when on opening the door, they didn't see the woman they were expecting to see. John was greeted by a totally naked smiling Jenny. She was on her side patting the other side of the bed in an invitation. John smiled, "Oh my, I seem to have the wrong room." Jenny laughed, "No, you have the right room." "I'd better get permission from Betsy and Jack." "Oh, come on. Aren't you afraid that you'll interrupt them?" John shook his head, "I bet Betsy and Jack are having exactly the same conversation right now." Jenny smiled, "She doesn't have you trained right. You are supposed to shut up and start fucking when you find a naked lady in your bed. Didn't she explain that to you?" "I must have missed that lesson," replied John. He opened the door and stuck his head out. Jack, at the other end of the hall, was looking back at him. They smiled at each other. "Is it okay with you?" they both asked at the same time and answered together with, "Okay with me." The two women both shouted out at the same time, "It's okay with me!" John and Jack headed into their respective bedrooms. John was met with a smiling Jenny, "John, you know that we bet Mrs. South that you guys wouldn't do what you just did. She said you would because you are both good men." John laughed, "You should never doubt Mrs. South's assessment of people. She's a shrewd woman." Jenny laughed, "Now get naked, man! I owe you a real good fucking!" John stripped and joined Jenny on the bed. The kisses and caresses were spontaneous and fun. Neither took themselves seriously and the fact that there were no expectations about commitment made it easier from them to relax. There was tickling and laughing. The sexual prowess of the other was called into question in lighthearted teases. There were the noises that bodies make when air is trapped between them. The activities were exactly the opposite of the last time in which they had been in bed. When Jenny asked him to do it doggy style, he started barking. The laughter only slightly interfered with their mutual pleasure. As John and Jenny lay in bed recovering from their orgasms, John stated, "That was a very different experience than the last time." Jenny concurred, "Yes, I got some really good advice and followed it religiously. Jack and I both want to thank you a lot for what you said that evening. We have been exploring our limits and learning as much as we can." "I can tell. You weren't posing for me when I came in." "Yes I was!" "Huh? That wasn't Playmate of the Month waiting for me in bed." "What you saw was Jenny the seductress pose." John laughed, "Okay, I'll accept that. You have any other poses?" "Of course, but you aren't ready for Jenny the slut yet! Almost killed Jack with that one the first time I used it." John laughed, "You've probably got the same set of poses Betsy uses on poor little me." Jenny smiled, "You know, I really like her." "I hoped you would." "She's a real nice person inside. She really cares, if you know what I mean." John nodded. He knew exactly what she meant. That trait attracted him to her. She was very careful when she took his blood during the first blood drive. There wasn't the rush to get the needle in and the blood out. She had stayed and talked to him. He added, "You know, she's a nurse. She takes that caring nature to work with her. I'm amazed at how much of herself she gives to people." "Actually, I knew she had to be a Saint to be with you. I was just worried because all the Saints I ever knew were ugly." "Why would she need to be a saint? I'm not that difficult to live with." Jenny smiled, "There are not many woman who can live with a guy that charges into danger every time something bad starts to happen. If Jack started to do that, I'd break both his legs. His charge would be so slow that the danger would be over by the time he got there!" John was silent for a minute thinking about what Jenny had said. He knew Betsy worried about him, but he couldn't ignore his urges. They were too strong. The worse the situation and the closer it was, the stronger the urge became. He frowned, "Do you think she worries about me?" "Of course she does. I'm sure that every time something bad happens around you, a little part of her dies. She cares for you very much and wouldn't like to see you hurt." "Did Betsy talk to you about this?" "No. She didn't need to tell me anything. I saw how she reacted when you went after the two punks earlier this evening. She was terrified. Hell, Jack didn't even have a chance to join in and I was scared to death for him." John thought about how Betsy acted after something particularly violent happened. Often those nights she wouldn't come over to the house. He wondered if she was at home crying or if she was angry with him. The only one that could help him was Mrs. South. She and Betsy talked regularly about topics that he was excluded from knowing about. He suggested, "She met me in the hospital and saw the injuries." Jenny shook her head, "Which injuries? The burn on your leg, that cut down your back, the bullet hole in your shoulder, the cut on your leg, the bullet hole in your arm, or that little scratch you've got bandaged on your leg?"" "She was there when I got the burn and the cuts on my back and leg." "And the bandage?" "Oh, that was a gunshot wound that I got the other day. It's a flesh wound." Jenny shook her head, " I'd have gone ballistic if Jack came home with a gunshot wound. I'm glad I'm not Betsy. I'm not your girlfriend, but I have to tell you that I'm worried about you. You're a mass of scars." "I guess I better talk to Betsy and see how she feels about what has been happening to me." Jenny waited for a minute and then giggled, "Until then, why don't we see how many times you can make me cum?" It was two hours later that an exhausted John laid back on the bed amazed at the stamina Jenny exhibited. He had licked her until his tongue was numb. His fingers were worn out. His cock was rubbed raw. Still, she kept going and going. After a dozen orgasms or more, she still wanted more. He was tempted to get Jack in the room to help him. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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