Message-ID: <48274asstr$1087715403@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <20040620053309.12436.qmail@web60402.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 19 Jun 2004 22:33:09 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} JC:Ed Biggers III-20 (mf mmf ffm ff mm sci-fi) Lines: 667 Date: Sun, 20 Jun 2004 03:10:03 -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, hoisingr Dear Reader, Over the past month, I have recieved 4800 emails trying to sell me stuff or infect my computer. This is down from the 5200 that I recieved last month. My filters make sure that I'm not bothered by most of them, but it is still a lot of trash that gets sent over the internet. Once again, I ask that you check machines for infections. Thanks, Lazlo Zalezac ===== Lazlo Zalezac http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Lazlo_Zalezac http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Lazlo_Zalezac __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? New and Improved Yahoo! Mail - 100MB free storage! http://promotions.yahoo.com/new_mail <1st attachment, "biggers3-20.txt" begin> JC: Ed Biggers Part 3: Accretion Chapter 20 By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004 The circadian cycle is not twenty-four hours, but varies from person to person. Some people have a much longer cycle than other people do. For them, fitting into the normal daily schedule can be difficult and for those unfortunate ones, mornings can be the roughest part of the day. For Ed, mornings had always been rough. After the time in Antarctica, he had slipped into an exaggeration of his natural cycle and returning to the normal daily schedule was tough. Still half asleep, he wandered out of his room wondering for a moment where he was. Following his nose, he found the coffeepot and poured himself a cup. Standing there, he drank it down as quickly as he could tolerate the hot beverage. The fog slowly lifted from his brain, but not sufficient to make him aware of his surroundings. He refilled the cup and drank some more of the coffee, feeling the caffeine take effect. Turning, he was greeted by the smiling figures of Bill and his girlfriend, Liz. Bill said, "Your morning habits haven't changed a bit." "Huh?" Liz giggled while watching the naked man swaying in front of them trying desperately to wake. Bill had warned her, but she hadn't believed that Ed would be that slow to wake in the morning. As he drank his coffee, she asked Bill, "Do you think he knows that he's naked?" Bill answered, "No, but he won't be embarrassed about it when he does wake up." After yawning while stretching, Ed uttered, "Morning." Together, Bill and Liz replied, "Good Morning." Looking into the coffee cup, Ed realized that it was empty again. He went back to the coffeepot and refilled his cup. Getting closer to being alert, he took his time with this cup. As he sipped, he asked, "Where am I?" Chuckling, Bill answered, "You're in Miami." Details of the flight into Miami returned to Ed and the misery that he had experienced the day before. He took another sip of his coffee and said, "Sorry, I'm not usually this bad in the morning." "Yes, you are," replied Bill. "Okay, maybe I am," admitted Ed. Looking down at his naked body, he added, "Oh, my. I'm not dressed." Liz giggled as she checked out the size of his package. When Bill had told her that Ed and John were both very well endowed, she hadn't believed him. Now that she saw it, she was interested in seeing it much closer. Bill had suggested that they offer Ed a chance to spend some time with the two of them and she decided that she was going to take Bill up on that suggestion. She asked, "What are the plans for today?" Bill answered, "I was going to suggest that we take Ed to see the shelter this morning and take it easy the rest of the day." "Sounds good to me," said Ed. The next morning he was flying back to Arizona. Until then, he was more than happy to visit with Bill and Liz. Bill had been a friend while working at the house and Liz was an attractive woman. Liz said, "I hope you like French Toast." "I love French Toast. I hope you make it with real store bought bread," said Ed. While Liz looked puzzled, Bill laughed at the comment. He explained, "Marguerite always does everything with homemade bread. Ed's tastes tend to run a little plainer than her cooking." Smiling, Ed said, "She still gets mad when I ask for the canned Alphabet Soup." "I think the maddest that I've ever seen her is the day when you asked for Creamed Chipped Beef," added Bill with a smile. The highly trained Chef had never seen the recipe for that dish and spent almost a whole day looking for it. When she found out that it was sometimes called Shit On A Shingle she exploded. "Yeah, she refused to cook anything that could ever be referred to as Shit because she knew that I would tease her about that for years," said Ed as he chuckled. It had been years since he had any of that. Liz, looking at Ed and realizing there was some truth in his desire, asked, "Would you like that for lunch?" "You bet. There are just some things you can't get a gourmet cook to prepare," answered Ed. Ed returned to his bedroom while Liz prepared breakfast. Once there, he dressed in preparation for a trip to visit the Alzheimer's Shelter that Bill had started. That Bill was proud of the facility was a good sign. He returned to the living room in time to hear Liz call out, "It's ready." He followed the sound of the voice to the dining room. It was nothing more than an extension of the kitchen, but it was a nice comfortable area. The kitchen table was solid oak with a simple checkered blue and white tablecloth. There were three settings with a plate of French Toast in the middle with a bottle of artificial maple syrup. Ed smiled at the spread and said, "This looks great." They talked as ate. Ed asked, "So Liz, how did you meet this rascal?" Smiling at Bill with adoration in her eyes, Liz answered, "My father has Alzheimer's and I put him in the shelter during the days when I was at work. After I while, I started leaving him there overnight knowing that he would be well taken care of. I just needed an occasional night off. Now, he lives there all the time." Bob said, "The major problem for families of Alzheimer's patients is getting time for themselves. The patient needs twenty-four hour a day care. They'll get up in the middle of the night and wander off if you aren't watching them." "It is really a tragic disease," agreed Ed. Liz said, "I think you'll agree that this is one of the nicest places in the country. It's clean and well staffed. Every patient has a radio transmitter around their ankle so that if they do wander off, they can be found. The stage four and five patients have televisions, a fishing pond, and dances. The stage six patients need a lot of care and we have one caregiver per four patients. The stage seven patients are basically intensive care patients requiring full time care." Bill said, "We augment the staff with family members. We ask that each family provide two evenings or one day of service each week. It actually does a couple of things, it assures family members that their loved ones are being taken care of to a satisfactory degree. It also saves us some money on staff." It sounded to Ed like they had really thought out the program in great detail. He said, "It sounds good to me." When they had finished breakfast, Ed went to the shelter with Bill. Liz stayed behind to do a little housecleaning. On the drive over, Ed said, "I like Liz. I think you found a keeper there." Smiling, Bill said, "After living in your house for a couple of years, I had an idea what to look for in a woman." "So what are the rules of your household?" asked Ed wondering if he had adopted the same rules of the Carter Clan. "If it harm none, then do it. Protect the weak from the strong," answered Bill with a smile. "Those are good rules, aren't they?" replied Ed, pleased to hear that Bill had left the house with a little of John's wisdom. It wasn't long before they reached the shelter, since Bill had selected his house in a neighborhood that was less than five minutes from it. Ed had expected a building that looked like a nursing home. Instead, the front looked like a house with a well- manicured lawn. Entering the facility, the front room was large with a wide screen television and very comfortable looking chairs. Several patients were seated in the chairs watching a television. As they went further into the facility, Ed noticed by the strange bulges in the clothes that many of the patients were wearing pampers. Many of these patients weren't that old, but it was easy to see that they couldn't remember much. A woman in her early fifties was crying by a door to the outside patio. Bill went over to her and asked, "Mrs. Harris, what's the matter?" "I can't remember how to get out." Putting a hand on her shoulder, Bill asked, "Would you like some hot chocolate? Maybe taking a minute or two away from here, you'll remember." As the woman thought about it, Bill signaled a woman wearing a bright yellow tee shirt. In huge black writing across the front and back, was the name of the woman. Bill said, "Let Judy take you to get some hot chocolate." As Judy led the elderly woman away, Bill came over to Ed and said, "When a patient gets upset, we don't argue with them. We try to redirect their attention. It seems to help. If a patient is argumentative all day, we make sure that the doctor gives them a thorough examination that afternoon. Often times, they are actually ill and that triggers bad behavior. It's a whole lot better to give them antibiotics rather than behavior affecting drugs." Ed looked around and said, "I notice that all of the staff and volunteers have yellow shirts with their name on it." Nodding, Bill said, "Yes. If all the staff dresses in the same distinctive manner and has their name on their clothes, the patient doesn't have to remember their name. Even the delusional patients are able to identify staff." A couple of pagers went off and one of the staff members shouted, "I'll get it." A puzzled Ed watched as she headed outdoors. Turning to Bill, he asked, "What happened?" Bill said, "One of the patients is trying to leave the grounds. She'll intercept them and bring them back. Usually, we only have to chase a particular patient down four or five times before they forget how to get outside. We have a puzzle at each door that they have to solve. The puzzles get progressively harder the farther they get from the building. When their cognitive abilities degrade to the point where they can't get out, we know that it's time to consider moving them into the next ward." Impressed, Ed said, "That sounds pretty good." "It's not perfect, but it does prevent us from have to lock everyone up or having to chase everyone down," replied Bill. He looked around at the room and said, "We do everything we can to allow them to keep their dignity, but this disease strips it away from them so fast it is incredible. There are some medications that can slow down the progress, but doesn't cure it or halt it." Bill looked sad for several minutes as he reflected on the nature of the disease. His father had moved into the late stages and could no longer walk or feed himself. Ed and Bill walked around the facility. In the wing reserved for stage six patients, everyone wore simple gowns because they couldn't dress themselves. There were more staff members in this area than in the other area. These patients needed to be cared for with continual diligence. As patients wet themselves, a staff member would show up and lead them away to change. The air still smelled clean in this room despite the fact that all of the patients had problems with incontinence. Ed said, "You take very good care of the people here." "We try. We try very hard, but it is so difficult," replied Bill. Ed went over to one of the staff members and introduced himself. The staff member said, "Hello, I'm Karen." Ed asked, "How long have you worked here?" With a sigh, the woman said, "I don't work here. My mother is in here so I come twice a week to help out." "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize," replied Ed with a slight feeling of discomfort. "She's progressed to stage seven. I only go back there to check up on her. It breaks my heart to see her that way," she explained. Looking around, Ed said, "This is a nice place." "Before we found this place our lives were hell. Someone had to be in the house at all times. When she would get upset, the whole house would turn into chaos. My husband and I didn't have a minute alone to act like husband and wife. Our kids were embarrassed to have company over," said the woman. Ed could hear the truth in her voice and knew that Bill had created a very special place here. If people gave more time here than was requested, it meant that the care was first class. He asked, "What about now?" She replied, "I come here twice a week. The evenings are ours again. The kids can have company. I can cook real meals and we can eat in peace. I can sleep at night knowing that my mother is being given the best care possible. This place is a godsend." Smiling, Ed said, "Thank you for your comments." Bill and Ed left the shelter and returned to the house. On the way, Ed said, "I think you've worked a miracle here." Sitting up straighter, Bill replied, "I'm glad you think so. Your opinion counts a lot to me." Ed asked, "How is it doing financially?" Shrugging, Bill replied, "It is non-profit, but the income does pay for the salaries of the fulltime staff, medical personal, and maintenance of the place. The volunteer time spent there by family members really does ease the cost." "Non-profit?" asked Ed. "How can you pursue a profit after seeing those people? I couldn't do it," replied Bill. He sighed and said, "Profiting out of that misery has to be the ugliest thing a person can do." Secretly Ed agreed, but he also knew that people needed to make a decent wage in order to do that kind of work. He asked, "Do you pay yourself well?" "Well enough. I have a check that pays the bills, gives me some money in the savings account, and a retirement plan. I'm not trying to get rich, but I don't allow myself to live in poverty." Bill was proud that he paid himself only as much as the highest paid staff member that worked for him. Others would have given themselves a much greater paycheck at the expense of additional staff. They reached the house and found Liz sitting naked under the umbrella at the table by pool. Ed took the opportunity to examine her body. She was a redhead complete with lots of freckles, large breasts that still resisted gravity, a shapely figure, and a shaved pubic area. Her pale skin was sensitive to the sun, so she kept to the shade except when in the pool. The overall effect was quite pleasing to the eye. Bill started to strip and Ed followed suit. Bill sat across the table from Liz leaving Ed sitting between them. A pitcher of lemon aide, a couple of glasses, and an ice bucket were on the table. As he sat down, Liz handed him a glass of ice-cold lemonade. The sweet and sour taste was a nice change from his normal iced tea. Once everyone was settled, Liz asked, "So what did you think of the place?" Smiling, Ed answered, "I am very impressed with what Bill has done here. I've seen the worst and now I've seen the best." Shaking his head at the comment about having seen the worst, Bill said, "When you brought down that nursing home company, it had a big effect here. We had a nursing home that was owned by the company located not too far from here. Some of our people provided care for the victims and I was sick when I learned what had happened in there. Of course, the press descended upon every nursing home facility in the area to investigate how they did business. We came out as the best in the area." "I hope that it didn't cause you any problems," said Ed. Liz shook her head, "No it had the opposite effect. After the facility was shown on television with interviews of the families of patients, corporate donations went way up." Ed took another sip of the lemonade and commented, "This lemonade is outstanding. I don't remember the last time that I've had a glass of lemonade. We almost always have iced tea." Bill said, "Marguerite used to make lemonade for the staff. You guys never expressed any interest in it." That comment made Ed think about how the family probably never had insight into how the staff lived. Curious, he asked, "Actually, we've tried very hard to stay out of peoples lives. So what was it like living and working in our house?" A little uncomfortable, Bill answered, "Well, for a long time we never really knew when we were doing a good job or not. In the entire time I worked for you, you never complained about anything that I did." "Did you do anything wrong?" asked Ed somewhat puzzled about never criticizing their work. He didn't like working for people that followed behind him checking everything that he did, particularly when he did it right. "Not really," answered Bill. Smiling at Bill, Ed said, "See, there you go. There was no reason for us to criticize you. Did we ever praise you for things that were outstanding?" "Yes, you did. You gave us bonuses when you felt like we had performed services beyond expectation," replied Bill. He was silent for a minute and then said, "I guess that most of us expected negative feedback rather than positive feedback. It was as if we kept waiting for the other boot to fall only to have you praise us when we did that little extra. After a while though, I realized that you wouldn't manage us through negative feedback. I think that was the day that I understood why I liked my job so much." Ed replied, "I'm glad to hear that you liked your job." "I loved my job. I was really sad when I had to leave, but even then you guys did amazing things to help me," said Bill. "We were sorry to see you go, particularly under the circumstances," replied Ed. The night when Bill came up to the roof and told them that his mother was dying and his father had Alzheimer's had been a very bad night indeed. Kelly and Beth had flown down to help take care of his mother and father. He had come down and interviewed a few nurses hoping to find some honest people to help Bill in that difficult time. It had been a hectic two days. Winking at Ed, Bill said, "I will admit that I've missed some of the fringe benefits." Trying to look offended, Liz asked, "The one about getting to sleep with the family?" "Yes," answered Bill with a grin. Looking from Liz to Bill, Ed wasn't positive what was being suggested, but liked what was being hinted. Joking he replied, "A year service first." Pouting, Liz asked, "Can't you make an exception for me?" Seeing the smile Bill was giving him, he winked as he said, "There may be rules of this house that I might not be aware of. Rules that would prevent me from making an exception." Liz said, "Well, we have a rule that if a guest has a big cock, the woman of the house can ask him to insert it into her." "Oh, I see," said Ed as if he had just discovered an interesting fact. Looking over at Bill, he asked, "What happens to the man of the house?" Liz answered, "He's stuck with inserting his cock in her back door since the front will already be filled." "And is the man of the house happy with that arrangement?" "He is," answered Bill. Looking at Ed coyly, Liz asked, "And what does the guest with the big cock think of that particular rule?" Even as his cock was reacting to the proposal, Ed joked, "It sounds like a complicated rule, but if it is a rule of the house then I need to follow it." Watching his cock slowly erect, Liz said, "It looks like your little head understands the rule well enough." Seeing the effect on Ed, Bill said, "Would you mind if we went inside for a while?" When Ed stood, his cock was at half-mast. Liz, looking at it, was impressed by the sheer size. Excited she walked into the house with her arm around Bill, whispering, "That is a real monster cock." Ed followed behind appreciating the sight of her ass swaying from side to side as she walked. It wasn't that he was an ass man, it was just that he appreciated all parts of a woman's body and her ass was particularly well defined. When they reached the master bedroom, Liz turned with a suddenness that surprised Ed and wrapper herself around him. Kissing him, her hands roamed over his body coming to a stop on his cock. Ed gave himself over to the sensations and returned the touches. Liz backed to the bed and lay down upon it. Ed started kissing her working his way down to her neck and then her breasts. Sucking on her stiff nipples, she started moaning as the sensations overwhelmed her. Between her legs, Bill was busy licking her cunt. When he turned his attention to her clit, her nipples hardened even more. Ed bit down on her nipples gently, triggering an orgasm within the redhead. Looking up between her legs, Bill joked, "That didn't take long." In a very dreamy voice, Liz only said, "Um." Bill went back to work on her cunt, fucking it with his tongue. It wasn't long before she was thrashing around on the bed. Ed took the opportunity to pinch both nipples between thumb and fingers. She grabbed his head and pulled it tight to her chest as she reached a second orgasm. Head held between her breasts, Ed lay there trapped. When her orgasm passed, she relaxed her hold on his head. The next thing he knew, she had pushed him onto his back. Wasting no time, she climbed atop him and lowered herself on his cock. As she did that, Bill lubricated his cock and prepared a large wad of lubricant to lube her backend. Once she was fully impaled on his cock, Bill worked his cock into her ass. Both men could feel the presence of the other's cock. Liz had never felt so filled. Ed started thrusting up into her while Bill began to fuck his girlfriend with long slow strokes. Liz was in heaven as the duel sensations worked their magic on her. She loved anal sex and could orgasm from that alone. She loved the female superior position and never failed to come from that. Together, they started a chain of small orgasms that slowly increased in strength. With each orgasm, Liz emitted a sound that reminded Ed of a squeaky chair. Her noises came closer together, each louder than the one before. The sensation of Bill's cock rubbing his through the thin layer of her body that separated them was driving Ed wild. When Bill came, it triggered a huge orgasm in Liz. Her orgasm triggered an orgasm for Ed. As his come shot into her rigid body, Bill was making little deep thrusting motions in her ass as his come flooded her nether passage. When everyone finished his or her orgasms, Liz collapsed on Ed as Bill collapsed on Liz. Buried under two bodies, Ed wrapped his arms around the couple above him. They lay like that for five minutes before Bill extracted his cock from her ass and settled on the bed next to Ed. Liz slowly climbed off Ed and settled on his other side. They lay there until the telephone rang. Bill got up and left the room to answer the phone. After a few minutes he returned to the room to ask, "That was the district attorney of Miami. He wants to know if you can come by his office later to receive a commendation from the state of Florida for your role in closing that nursing home." Ed was silent for a minute as he considered the request. Finally, he asked, "How did they know that I was here?" Bill shrugged as he answered, "I don't know. Does the local office of the IRS know that you are here?" "Sure. Oh, I guess that makes sense. I'm sure that the DA has reason to visit the IRS office and could find out there that I was in town." Liz said, "Aren't you excited? I'd be over there in a minute to get a commendation." Seeing the expression on Ed's face, Bill said, "He doesn't like recognition for his actions. I'll tell them thanks, but no thanks." The relief that Ed felt was visible to Bill and Liz. He said, "Thanks, I appreciate that." When Bill left the room to convey the message to the DA, Liz turned to Ed and asked, "Why don't you like to get credit for the contributions that you make?" Ed turned over on his side and propped his upper body on his elbow with his head supported on his palm. After examining her for a minute, he asked, "Do you like to brag about what you do at the shelter?" "No," replied Liz. "Why?" She thought about it for a while and then answered, "I guess it is because I don't like getting recognition when the patients are undergoing such a major tragedy." "Exactly." She smiled at him and said, "Okay, I understand now." He said, "You love Bill a lot." "Yes, I do. He's a great guy and is doing great things for a lot of people. My life was horrible until I encountered him," answered Liz. She was silent for a while and then said, "I was thirty years old and single. My father was in really bad shape and getting worse every day. I was trying to work, take care of her, and keep a house. I had hired someone to watch my father during the day and it seemed like half of my income was going to pay her. If I forgot to get milk on the way home from work, I had to go without because I couldn't leave him alone in the house and he was too difficult to control for me to take him with me. No dates. No time alone. My life was nothing except a continuing battle with him." Ed hugged her as she continued, "Then I found about the shelter. When I started dropping her off at the shelter, my life immediately improved. All of a sudden, I could actually go on a date, but I had no one to date. Bill was running a support group for families and that is when I met him. It was the best thing that ever happened to me." As Ed continued to hug her, he was reminded of the time spent with Beth when she had her period of illness. Ed said, "That's an incredibly brave thing that you did." "I didn't feel brave, I felt miserable." "Yes, I understand that. I've been through something like that." Liz was quiet for a moment and then said, "When I started to date Bill, he told me straight out that he would only marry a real woman. I was shocked when I discovered what that meant. At first, I thought it was because he wanted to be married and still be able to fuck around. But the time I spent with him convinced me that it wasn't selfishness on his part. He really wanted a partner that would support him and that he would support his partner. I came to realize that he was right, I wanted a real man too." Thinking about it, Ed realized that this was the first time in which he had heard that the idea had come from a man and that a woman accepted it. Her reaction was typical. In discussing his marriage with other women, they would almost always accuse him of wanting to be able to screw around on his wives. They were almost always shocked to find that it was not his idea to have that kind of marriage. He commented, "It's unusual that a man is able to suggest that to a woman and have her accept it." Looking at Ed with surprise, she said, "He told me about this overweight woman that married a very successful lawyer." Ed laughed and said, "So he told you about Sherry and Jim. That explains a lot." Shaking her head, Liz said, "Oh, I didn't believe him then." "Really?" "Yes. It was the night that he asked me if he could take me in the ass that I realized what he meant. You see, I had never had anal sex before. I told him that he could do that only if I could fuck his ass with a strap-on," she answered with a laugh. Shaking her head, she continued, "I was shocked when he asked if I really wanted to do that. I said sure, thinking that he was trying to get out of it. Then he told me that we could buy a strap-on anytime I wanted. I realized at that time I could ask him to do anything and he would do it for me." "Sounds like love to me," said Ed with a smile. "Yes, I agree now. I wouldn't have agreed before that night," answered Liz. She said, "Since then, I've explored my boundaries at my own pace and pleasure. I'm the luckiest woman in the world to have found a real man." <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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