Message-ID: <44843asstr$1066522206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031018194849.68888.qmail@web20509.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2003 12:48:49 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} John Carter II 22 (mf mmf ffm ff mm sci-fi) Date: Sat, 18 Oct 2003 20:10:06 -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: dennyw, RuiJorge __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search http://shopping.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "Mesa22.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 Zalezak Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezak, 2003 Part 2: Mantle Of Aries Chapter 22 John stared at the cream colored envelope as if it were a serpent about to strike. He knew the gist of the contents; it was an invitation to spend the night with one of the staff. The only question remaining concerned the identity of the individual who had sent the invitation. Each staff member was allowed to issue an invitation once a month to one of the family members. Since the extended benefits program had gone into effect three month ago, he had not received an invitation. This was his first. John opened the envelope, waiting would not lessen the significance of the contents. He pulled out the paper inside and stared at it. To his surprise, it was from quiet little Ling; the one staff member that seldom looked him in the eye. She was the last one from whom he had expected to get such an invitation. Of the whole staff, he knew her the least well. Her invitation was for tonight at seven and included dinner. It was now the middle of the afternoon and he was alone in the house. Ed was at school working on his research. Beth and Kelly were at work in the hospital. He didn't have anyone to ask for advice on how to handle this evening. He walked around the house. Rover didn't follow him around, recognizing perhaps that it was more of a nervous pacing than preparation to go somewhere. He wandered around until he encountered Bob working on the plants in the atrium. He stopped and watched for a minute, "Hello, Bob." "Oh, hello John." "This atrium looks really great. You're doing a good job on it." Bob stood up and faced John, "Thank you, sir." John looked puzzled at the use of the word sir. He had never insisted on the use of formalities like that. He thought about the relationship that he understood existed between Bob and Ling. Perhaps he could help him make the evening nice for Ling. He frowned, "Can I ask you something?" Bob nodded, "Sure, is there something that you would like me to do?" "Nothing like that," replied John. He continued, "I just need some advice." "You are asking me for advice?" Bob was rather surprised. Everyone went to John for advice. As far as he knew, John never sought out advice. He didn't know how John interacted with his family, but John stayed out of the staff's lives more than anyone else. He didn't know that John regularly sought out advice. "Yes." "I'll try." Bob sounded doubtful. John nodded, "Um, someone invited me to their room tonight. I, um, haven't done this before. What should I do to help make them comfortable?" Bob knew that this was John's first time to be invited by a staff member. The entire staff had discussed who would be the first to invite John. They felt bad that no one had invited him for two months and decided that ignoring him for three months would hurt his feelings. For the most part, the staff was rather intimidated by John. It wasn't anything that he did. He was extremely considerate and always concerned about their needs. It was that none of them felt secure enough in their sexuality to give him something special. Ling eventually was selected because she was the least adamant about not inviting him. She actually seemed indifferent about it. He shrugged, "Just show up." "Bob, you don't understand. I'm very concerned about hurting this person by accident. I don't want to do anything wrong." John looked at Bob. Bob was rather taken aback. He hadn't thought that John could possibly be insecure about visiting the staff. He stated, "Ling likes Lilies." "You know who invited me?" John wondered how Bob would feel about Ling inviting him for the evening. Bob laughed as he stated, "Everyone knows that Ling invited you." "Everyone?" "Yes, everyone." John felt there was something significant in that. He asked, "Even Ed, Beth, and Kelly?" "Yes." "Oh, I didn't realize that." He was really out of the loop on this invitation stuff. He wondered if the staff didn't feel comfortable around him. Bob asked, "What are you worried about?" "She seems so emotionally fragile to me. I'm afraid that I'll hurt her." Bob frowned as he stated, "As far as I know, you've never hurt anyone. There's something else going on here. Tell me about it." "I just feel like we are taking advantage of you guys. I worry that you are doing this out of fear for your jobs or as an obligation. I just want to make sure that everyone is doing for the right reason, that they want to do it." John wanted to kick himself. He wasn't putting this into words very well. Bob looked incredulous, "Out of fear? No, if you remember we asked for it." John nodded, "I know. Never mind me, I'm just slow to accept this." Bob licked his lips nervously. He was about to take the plunge, "we worry about how you view us. You are so perfect, considerate, and capable that we feel insignificant next to you." John stepped back with his mouth open in shock. He realized that they were actually intimidated by him. He wondered how could they feel that way. He had never criticized them about how they did their jobs. He thought he had always accepted them as they were. They were all good people. He pursed his lips and blew a puff of air in a near whistle. He asked, "What have I done to create that impression?" "It's more like what you don't do. You don't make mistakes. You never get angry. You never criticize. The rest of us make mistakes, get angry, and get critical of each other. We're human and you're not." "I swear, I am human!" Bob laughed as he challenged, "Well, you need to fuck up big time to convince us!" John thanked Bob, "Thanks, I needed to hear what you had to say. I can appreciate how difficult it was for you to tell me this. Now I need to think about it." Bob recognized that John was truly appreciative of his comments. He stated, "You're welcome." John went to the swimming pool. He slowly stripped off his clothes and dove in. The cool water was a shock to his system, but he immediately began swimming. He swam laps working out his frustrations while trying to decide what to do to fix things. After a hundred laps he felt tired and stopped in the shallow end of the pool. He stood there a minute as water drained from his hair and beard. He pulled himself out of the pool. He looked at the clock on the wall and saw that he still had four hours before he was to show up at Ling's room. He wondered what he could do between now and then. He decided to go to a florist and get some Lilies, stop at a jewelry store and pick up something nice, and then get dressed up for the evening. On second thought, he decided that buying her jewelry would set a bad precedent. At seven sharp, a very nervous John stood outside Ling's door. He carried a bouquet of Lilies. Ed, Beth, and Kelly had watched him leave his room with smiles on their faces. Bob, Bill, and Marguerite watched with a feeling of concern as John made his way there. They would have bet that he would be right on time, but no one would have taken the bet against it. He was exactly on time. He knocked on the door, holding his breath and halfway hoping that she wouldn't answer. He held the flowers behind his back, but the size of the bouquet made it a pointless exercise. She slowly opened the door and then gestured for him to enter. "Please come in." John looked around for a second and then stepped through the door. Ling closed the door behind him. John turned to her, "Here, these flowers are for you." She looked at the flowers. "They're Lilies." John nodded, "Yes, Bob told me that you liked them." "Oh," replied Ling as she accepted the flowers. She had hoped that he would try something different. She added, "let me put them in a vase. I'll be right back." "Okay." John looked around the room. She had decorated the room with Victorian style furniture. There were actually lace dollies on the furniture. It did not fit with his image of her. He was expecting something a little more oriental, rather than British. She came back in the room, carrying a vase containing the flowers and set it upon a table. John stated, "You have impeccable taste. This room is beautiful. I can imagine you sitting in here in a Victorian style dress with your hair up in bun. Maybe drinking a cup of hot tea and sitting here very properly reading a novel." Ling blushed, he had identified exactly how she spent her evenings. "How did you know that?" "Pardon?" "I asked you a simple question. How did you know that?" John was surprised, "I just said that I could imagine you doing that." Ling was embarrassed. It seemed to her that John could read her like a book. She stated, "Please take a seat." "Thank you." John sat down on a chair. It looked nice, but was actually rather uncomfortable. His discomfort paled beside the discomfort that Ling displayed. He smiled at Ling and stated, "Relax, I'm not an ogre." His comment only served to make Ling a little more uncomfortable. With a weak smile, she stated, "I'll try." He suddenly laughed. "I feel like a teenage boy on his first date. My palms are sweaty and I have no idea what to say. I keep wondering what I'm supposed to do next." His comment made Ling realize that he was just as uncomfortable as she was. She giggled and agreed with him, "Me too." John got a sudden idea. He stood up and walked over to Ling. He bent down and gave her a gentle kiss. He straightened up, "Now that we've got the first kiss out of the way, we should be able to relax." His action had Ling completely by surprise. She found herself responding to his kiss despite her nervousness. When he had stopped, she was just getting ready to respond. However, it did release a lot of the tension in the room. She laughed and said, "Oh, that's a novel approach to breaking the ice." John smiled, "You're very pretty when you laugh. Your eyes sparkle." A shiver went through Ling. She had waited a long time to hear him complement her. She shyly looked down. "Thank you. Do you like Sushi?" John looked surprised. "I've never tried it." Ling smiled and stated, "Well, I hope you like it. I've set it up so that we can make our own. It's kind of fun." John smiled. "Sounds like fun. Have you made Sushi before?" "Once or twice. A friend of mine had a party and people made their own rolls. It was one of the best parties that I ever attended." John laughed as he thought of the party that he had thrown here one night. That was a blast. Maybe they should do things like that more often. He asked, "Do you think we should throw some parties here more often?" "Definitely. I really enjoyed the last one. Did you know that the owner of the store added some gifts in the packages for the staff?" John was surprised. "No, what did he add?" "He added some body jewelry. It's very pretty." John shook his head, "So that's where Marguerite got the stuff she was wearing. I had wondered about that. Not that I was complaining." "So you liked?" "Well, I noticed and liked it a lot. She has a classic female body type that men find very desirable. It was hard not to say anything." Ling burst out laughing. She remembered the number of times that Marguerite had come back furious that John and Ed so effectively ignored her outfit. "You have no idea how frustrated you and Ed made her. That day of the great raid, she came back to the kitchen and threw pans around in a fury. She kept saying, not even a twitch in your cocks." "We were both so nervous that day that we couldn't have gotten an erection if our lives depended upon it." Ling stated, "Lets go into the dining room and try to make some Sushi." Twenty minutes later, John had fingers completely covered with sticky white rice. He held out his hands like monster claws and growled, "Watch out little lady, the rice monster has risen from the patty!" Ling laughed. She couldn't believe how funny John could be. He made jokes almost the whole time they were fixing the Sushi. She retorted, "Does the rice monster think the little lady is going to run?" "He's hoping she will. The chase is part of the fun!" John finally got one of the rolls correctly fashioned. He looked at it for a second and realized that it might be a very good camping food. One small fish could make several rolls and become a filling meal. He was going to have to check into it and find out some more. Rice was relatively easy to carry in a backpack. He stepped back, "A masterpiece." Ling looked over at it, "Wow that looks great! Mine looks like a cigar." He took the knife and cut his sushi roll into six pieces. It joined the lopsided pile on his plate. He looked at the plate and decided that was more than enough to eat. He looked at her Sushi, "If I were to light that up, it would give a new dimension to the term smoked fish." Ling cracked up laughing. She looked at her plate and decided that it was full. She said, "alright. Let's taste this stuff and see if it is any good." John smiled until he saw Ling pick up a pair of the chopsticks and pick up one of the pieces of Sushi. He picked up the chopsticks and struggled to pick up a piece of Sushi. He finally got the piece trapped in the sticks when the sticks crossed on him and shot the piece across the table. Ling noticed and giggled. In a way, watching him struggle through the meal had made him seem more human. She came around to his side of the table and showed him how to use the chopsticks. She stood behind him and helped position his hand. Her touch was gentle and very sensual. It took a little while, but John finally got the knack of using chopsticks. They ate the meal making small talk and occasionally feeding each other. John found that he enjoyed the Sushi tremendously. The entire dinner had been relaxing and lots of fun. He sat back and sipped the hot tea from the little cup. He sighed, "That was excellent." Ling laughed, "As you can see, I struggled in the kitchen all day." John gave a sly smile. "If you work that hard at everything, I'm going to be worn out." Ling blushed. "You have no idea." John looked at Ling, appreciating her as a woman rather than an employee. He complemented her by saying, "I like it when you wear your hair down like that." Ling stood up and walked around the table. She took his hand. He took the hint and stood up. She led him into the bedroom where a four poster bed dominated the room. She let go of his hand and unbuttoned his shirt. He reached up to undress her, but she shook her head. Once his shirt was off, she knelt down and removed his shoes and socks. She then unbuckled his belt, struggling a little with it. John could feel the blood moving into his cock; swelling it but not making it rise. She unzipped his pants and slowly pulled his pants down around his feet. He stepped out of them. He was left standing, wearing only his boxer shorts. She remained kneeling in front of him. She reached up and slowly pulled his shorts down. When his cock was freed from the boxers, she gasped at the size of it and realized that it wasn't even completely hard yet. She led him to the bed and he sat down. Ling stood in front of him watching his cock. She started to undo her blouse, one button at a time. She started at the bottom of her blouse and worked her way up. When she unbuttoned the last button, it was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. He expected her to remove the top, but she left it on. As she moved to undo the button to her skirt, the blouse moved giving him tantalizing glimpses of her breasts. His cock swelled even more. She smiled as she watched the effect that her body was having upon him. She slowly unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her white thong panties contrasted with her dark oriental skin. His cock became rigid at the vision in front of him. She trembled with anticipation, unable to believe her eyes. Her cunt was getting very wet just looking at him. She lowered the thong to her thighs, bending down to do so. Her shirt swung open revealing very nice breasts. He hardly noticed when the thong hit the floor. She stepped out of them and moved to the bed. She looked down at his erection and said, "I can see that you like what you see." "Like is not a strong enough word. It's difficult not to rip that shirt off your body." John replied as his eyes looked up and down her body. Her trimmed cunt was parted and a drop of moisture could be seen on her inner lips. He licked his lips at the thought of being between those legs and sucking the juices from her cunt directly. She dropped the shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He reached out and pulled her to the bed. In moments, they were laying side by side kissing passionately. John slowly worked his way down her body, giving special attention to her neck, breasts, and the soft tender skin on the inside of her arms. She had never realized that her arms were that sensitive, but his kisses brought waves of excitement crashing through her whole body. He reached her pubic area, appreciating the lack of hair. Her nether lips were parted and wet, anticipating the entry of his cock. He ran his tongue along the outer lips, appreciating the sensual aroma of the excited woman. She moaned at the sensations. He ran his tongue along the length of her cunt and she screamed. He started pushing his tongue into her cunt. Her hips responded to his attention. Her juices flowed and he lapped them up. She started screaming, getting louder by the minute. When he started flicking her clit with his tongue, the scream turned into a high pitched shriek as she came. Her legs closed on his head, holding him in place. Her hands held his hair, pulling him into her cunt even harder. When her grip on him relaxed, John went back to tonguing her cunt. He avoided touching her sensitive clit. After a few minutes of fucking her cunt with his tongue, her screams returned at a louder volume than before. He could hear it despite the fact that her legs covered his ears. She came again, her whole body vibrated beneath his tongue. Her cunt leaked so much juice that it ran down his chin. He paused in performing his administrations while she came down a little. He started licking her cunt again. Her hands grabbed his head and pulled it to her clit. He sucked it in, running his tongue around it. She screamed and her body went rigid with legs locked around his head. When she started coming down this time, her screams turned into a trance-like chant, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" John moved up her body and slowly inserted his cock. He had just gotten his head into her nether passage, when she used her legs to pull him into him in one thrust. He started moving slowly, but she started trying to force him to move faster. In frustration, she screamed, "Faster! Harder! Fuck me!" John sped up until he was hammering into her. Sweat ran down his forehead and dripped from his nose. He continued to hammer into her. She was screaming in a very loud voice, "Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Oh, God yes!" She came a forth time. Her legs wrapped around his butt and locked in place. He was buried into her as deep as possible, unable to move. She screamed out her pleasure at the top of her voice. He still hadn't come. When her legs relaxed, he started thrusting again. He was very close to orgasm. He returned to the frantic pace of earlier. Ling cried out, "Oh yes, harder." He slammed into her harder; rapidly approaching the point of no return. Her hips rose to meet him. Her legs wrapped around his body. Again, she started screaming. Her screams came in bursts. With a hard last thrust, he drove himself deep into her as he reached his orgasm. A loud groan escaped from him as he ejaculated into her. She screamed one last time as a final orgasm washed over her. He slowly moved off her and lay beside her. He was drenched in sweat. He looked over at Ling. She was occasionally shaking as aftershocks raced through her system. He put his arm around her and held her closely. With time she began to recover and stared at him wide eyed. He pulled her closer and she snuggled into his arms. They stayed like that for about twenty minutes. Finally, Ling stated, "Thank you so much. That was amazing." John smiled, "You were great." She could feel cum dripping from her cunt. As much as she hated to move, she hated to lie there dripping like that even more. She sat up, "Let me wash for a second." "Would you like company?" Ling smiled, "Sure, let's shower together." John followed Ling into the bathroom appreciating the view she provided as she walked. She turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. She took his hand and stepped into the shower. He followed her into the shower. As the water cascaded over her body, he reached for the soap. He lathered her, running his hands over her whole body. She luxuriated in the feel of his soapy hands gliding across her skin. He took a great deal of pleasure in soaping her breasts. He took the shampoo and washed her long hair. She sighed in pleasure as his hands ran through her hair. The rinse was slow and sensual. She swore that he was going to come one more time before leaving. She took the soap and started to wash him. Working the soap into a thick lather, she started to wash his cock. Her soft hands caressed his cock and gently played with his balls. Her hands had the desired effect. She increased the strength in her grip and started working her hands along the length of his cock. Her motions became increasingly rapid. She timed her actions to the subtle motions of his hips; taking advantage of his natural rhythm to increase his excitement. She knelt in front of him, continuing her actions. He started groaning as his orgasm boiled in his balls. He was close, "Oh, I'm coming." She moved closer to watch. The shower sprayed on her head. His first spurt of semen shot forth from the end of his cock shot over her head. She continued pumping as spurt after spurt burst forth. Most of it landed on her face. The water running down her face cleaned the cum from her face as fast as it covered her. She was amazed at the power of his orgasm. After another quick rinse, they turned off the shower. Exiting, Ling realized that she was thirsty and hungry. She turned to John, "Would you like a milkshake?" John laughed, "Sure, but if you start jumping up and down, I'm leaving." It took her a minute to get the joke and then she burst out laughing. She asked, "Did I wear you out?" "Yes, you did. Not that I'm complaining." She led him into the kitchen and fixed a pair of chocolate milkshakes. They went into the living room and sat on the couch sipping their drinks through a straw. "This is good." "Which, the shake or sitting here with me?" asked Ling coyly. "The shake is good. Sitting here with you is heavenly." John slowly caressed her breasts. He took another sip of the milkshake and pulled her closer to him so that his arm was around her. They sat like that, not saying anything for another half-hour. The milkshakes were soon finished and John looked at the clock realizing it was after midnight. He was amazed that he had spent so much time in bed with Ling. Ling saw where he was looking and sighed, "You should probably get dressed and go now. I have to get some sleep. I work for this ogre and he'll eat my bones if I'm late to work." John laughed. "Right. He's a real mean one." John stood and went into the bedroom where he quickly got dressed. He knew that he had been dismissed and he didn't want to complicate things by staying. Ling stood as he left the bedroom and joined him. He put his arms around her and kissed her gently. She kissed him back passionately. He was about to increase the level of passion when she stepped back. "A woman could get used to treatment like that very quickly. You had better go now." John kissed her on the forehead and slipped out the door. As he walked to the stairs, he ran into Bob and Marguerite heading back to their rooms. He greeted them, "Hello. Having trouble sleeping?" Bob laughed as he said, "I should have no problems falling asleep now that the screaming is over." "Oh, sorry," answered John embarrassed that they had made so much noise they had kept the others awake. Marguerite looked at him speculatively and then stated, "That's okay, so long as next time it's me making all that noise." Bob laughed as John blushed. John took the easy way out by saying, "Well, good night you two." He went down the stairs and headed to his room. Entering it, he got out his sleeping bag and lay down upon it. He fell asleep very easily that night. He was wakened in the morning by a knock on the door. He glanced at the clock only to discover that he had overslept. He got up and opened the door. Beth was standing there smiling at him as she stated, "Breakfast time, stud." "Huh?" "Marguerite fixed your favorite breakfast. She made biscuits and sausage gravy, scrambled eggs, and coffee. She says that you need to regain your strength after that work out last night." Beth was laughing as she told him. John shook his head as he asked, "Should I dress or does everyone want to inspect the goods?" Beth laughed and ordered, "get dressed. We want you to spend your time eating and not showing off." John invited her in while he dressed. As he slipped on his shirt, he asked, "So what is everyone saying?" Beth smiled, "I don't know. I heard Ling got a lot of pleasure last night." John frowned. "Who did you hear that from?" "I heard it. Her screams and yells could be heard all over the house." "Oh." John blushed and wondered how he was going to face the staff again. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. The post was sent as an email attachment and has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software. ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+