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From: saffy8 <concorde@tande.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Subversion (MF, FF)
Date: Sun,  6 May 2001 00:10:04 -0400
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following is mature material intended for mature adults.
The story contains sexual depictions. Any similarity to actual persons or
events is coincidental. This is a work of fiction. Feedback is always welcomed
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- Saffy8 <concorde@tande.com>




Subversion (MF, FF)
by
Saffy8




I felt and looked like shit. I had slogged through inventory all week long and
at last had gotten some sleep and hoped for a vegetative Saturday. The cool
early spring had chilled me into an old flannel shirt and some sweats. I had
finished my second cup of coffee and still didn't feel awake when I heard the
thumping of feet on my wooden front porch.

"Crap," I muttered to myself and waited with resignation for the doorbell ring
that I hoped wouldn't sound but was ready for a weary acceptance. No way the
mail was here before noon.

The chime sounded like Big Ben as it rang through the quiet house. The divorce
had also left the place much emptier and conducive to echoes. Now I had to
decide - pretend to not be home or to be asleep and let the chime sound again
to be followed by raps at the storm door, or face the music and run off the
interloper.

I shuffled softly across the carpet and stared out the fisheye security lens
my ex had insisted on installing in the front door. A lady stood on the porch
with a partner I could only detect by seeing part of an arm. OK, I figured it
had to be sales or something. I'd take the 'run them off' approach.

I turned the deadbolt and pulled open the metal front door. The woman smiled
at me as I unlocked the storm door. Door to door sales for sure. Her partner
was another woman, ten years younger. They were conservatively dressed so it
was probably cemetery plots or insurance. The young woman was likely the
make-nice cutesy pitcher and the fortysomething lady would close it. Not bad
analysis for barely awake on two cups.

"Good morning, sir." British - there's a twist. The younger woman stood on the
top step and the limey (limette?) did the talking from the landing. I blocked
the doorway - first rule, don't invite them inside.

"Morning." Raspy and blunt - good answer, dude. Soft sell smiled broadly from
the top step.

"Thank you for giving us a bit of your time. Are you interested in what the
future world will be like?" I love the way the English say 'world' and... oh
shit, they aren't selling anything, it's religious recruiting. Far worse.
Running them off was going to be a chore. Softie beamed at me, her sandy
blonde hair pulled back tight. A dash of freckles dotted her scrubbed face. No
makeup -- I should have known. My bad.

"I'm afraid..." Bad start. I never had the chance to finish with "not."

"Oh yes, you should be. This literature that we offer will tell you how to
free yourself from worry." She pulled some pamphlets and magazines from her
very large purse. Even without heels she was an inch taller than I, her short
reddish brown hair curled around an oval face. Her mouth was narrow but her
large lips gave her mouth a '20s style bee-stung look. Her light gray eyes
darted back to look at my disheveled hair and unshaven face.

"I'm not..." Damn I hate being interrupted.

"Could we sit and speak with you just a minute? We know you must be busy and
we ourselves have much to do today."

Softie nodded vigorously. She wore a long gray skirt, white blouse buttoned
full to the neck and a matching gray jacket. No jewelry. Brittania had on a
black skirt -- long, of course, and a blue blouse of a thick fabric. No jacket
or blazer.

"Five minutes." I grunted as they followed me inside. Needless to say the
place was a wreck. The old sofa and my recliner at least had free space.
Magazines and videos were strewn on every available surface and on the floor.
I hadn't considered the appropriateness of some of the shit in the living room
when I let them in. Limette sat down and got to her materials right away.
Softie had lost a bit of her smile and I don't think she was thrilled to sit
on the sofa. That's what dry cleaning is for.

"Now, let me explain... Sir, those magazines are shameful." Well, the Brit had
seen the skin mags. So had Softie, and she blanched. I was impressed that her
fair skin could become whiter.

"Pardon me, but I wasn't..."

"Dear, you wait for me outside. The car will be here in just a minute and you
can stay there." Brit showed Softie out of the door, and Softie wasted no time
clearing out.

"Ma'am, I apologize, but as I tried to say, I wasn't expecting any guests."

She shut the door behind her young associate.

"Let's not mince words. Your very soul is in peril." She brandished the
magazines and shifted the bulky purse onto her shoulder. Her high cheeks were
ruddy.

"Lady, this is my damned house."

"Damned is right unless you hear me out. I do not hate you, but I despise the
sort of trash you have in open view here."

"Well then you leave too!"

"I shall, but please accept this material and read it instead. There is hope
for you. It is not too late."

Well, for me it was too early.

"Okay. Have a good day." I could chuck their stuff in the trash and be done
with it.

"And a computer. I can scarcely imagine what obscenity is there."

She could have just handed me the material and bolted, but she was really
giving the place a going over. I suppose she was tallying the wages of sin.

"I'll bet you can imagine." Let's conclude this visit.

"Don't taint me with your wickedness. You are poisoning your mind." She walked
to the coffee table and pointed at the centerfold. "This is straight out of
Sodom."

I stood across the table from her and closed the magazine.

"An appreciation for beauty isn't a bad thing." I posited.

"Beauty has nothing to do with it. It is lust and sex."

"How do you know if I feel lust? Is that what you feel?"

"How dare you. I believe our work is wasted here." As she told me this I
traced her line of sight. She was eyeing an adult video box.

"Hey, don't look anymore -- especially at that, that's an all-girl video."

Limette was pretty worked up now. I could see that her nipples had become
erect. Not even the thick blouse concealed them.

"We will not come to this house again." She fumbled to put her literature back
into her purse. "This is a possessed place."

She was rationalizing her feelings now. The 'it wasn't me, I was possessed'
argument.

"So you think I am an agent of decadence?"

"Oh yes," she stared at me, eyes wide. Okay, if that's her rationale, let's
see what she wants.

"I can see your nipples. Why don't you touch them?"

She swiftly covered her breasts with her hands. "You are tempting me."

"Your hands are there. Why not use them? I know you can feel how hard they
are. Go ahead." I picked up the lesbian tape. "This fascinates you, doesn't
it." I felt myself becoming aroused. Don't know if she noticed, though.

"You are planting impure thoughts." She was massaging her breasts now; it
turned me on to see her beginning to get off. "I have to leave here, Jennifer
is waiting. I said five minutes."

She went to the door, her breathing heavier. She opened it. Her partner was
patiently standing on the porch; the car had not arrived. Brittania opened the
storm door.

"Jennifer, come inside. It's still cool out."

"What about the car?" Softie had a quiet, sing song voice.

"It will circle til we come out. Some visits take time."

I collected all the mags and videos I could and hid them under piles of other
magazines and journals.

Jennifer came in with the Brit. Why hadn't she left too? The young woman's
face had reddened in the chilly air and she was sniffling.

"Sit here in this chair. It seems the cleanest part of this dirty place." Brit
guided Jennifer to my recliner that indeed was the nicest place to sit. Softie
sniffed and tried the smile again.

"Sara can show you how to cleanse your soul and your house if you'll just
listen," Softie grinned up at me.

I didn't get the chance to reply, and I was very glad my sweats concealed my
slightly stiffened cock aroused at the sight of her older associate's reaction
to my erotica.

"No, young lady, not him. You see here a hopeless degenerate."

Softie glanced quizzically at Sara and shook her head. I suppressed the urge
to laugh.

"You need to learn to recognize a doomed wretch when you meet one. He is
possessed by evil," Sara continued, pointing at me ominously during her last
pronouncement. Her gray eyes flashed. I saw that her nipples remained erect.

"So you..." Damn! She just kept going --

"Not a word! Jennifer, his seducing tongue and words of trickery would have us
both." Softie eyed me suspiciously, but with none of the animosity of her
elder. I don't believe she could quite reconcile my rumpled self with evil
incarnate.

"Then, shouldn't we go?" Jennifer started to get up.

"Yes, before he fills our minds with filth and our bodies with corruption.
Look at me, how powerful the dark forces are."

Sara pointed at her breasts. I decided to play this folie a deux out and get
to what was driving this fanatic.

"Feel them, Jen. Feel how hard they are." I don't know if anyone called her
Jen or not, but I gave it a go.

"I warned you, don't listen to him." I eased behind Sara.

"Sara, show her. Show her." I whispered into her ear, the veins in her neck
distending with excitement. Softie's blue eyes widened.

"I will not." Her voice was softer and low. She covered her breasts.

"You will, for your handmaiden. You will, for your servant." I could hear Sara
breathing deeply. Slowly she slid her hands to the top button of the blouse
and undid it.

Jennifer's eyes were fairly bulging with disbelief. "I'm not your servant,"
she cried out petulantly, "what are you doing?"

Once a button opened, Sara seemed liberated. She unbuttoned below her bra
swiftly. I found myself with a raging hard on.

"You are my worker and you shall do as you're told. Give me your hands."
Jennifer was standing now, uncertain. I pulled Sara's blouse open to reveal
her smallish peaked breasts and prominent nipples in her plain white bra. Her
chest was very pale.

Either Jen bolted for the door or she tested her libido. Softie looked me
over, pausing at the bulge in my sweats. She extended her hands while keeping
her eyes fixed on my groin. She licked her dry, thick lips. Sara took her
hands and pulled her to us, placing the young woman's hands on her heaving
chest. I pulled the blue blouse from the long black skirt and undid the
remaining buttons. Sara had pulled her tiny cups down exposing her deep red
and turgid nipples to her minion's touch.

"Such cold hands feel oh so yummy on my tits," murmured the transformed Sara,
"feel me, Jenny, use your fingers, let demon lust consume you." She leaned
back against me and I sucked at her slender throat. I looked at Jen. The young
woman twisted and pulled at Sara's nipples absentmindedly as she stared at me.

"Don't you want to taste her sweet pussy?" I whispered to Sara.

"Evil incubus, you know I won't resist you now."

Softie was left empty handed as Sara dutifully knelt and worked feverishly at
Jen's skirt and panties. I could see the pleasure cross Jennifer's face as she
watched the harpy who had dominated her for months reduced to a kneeling
supplicant. I led Jen back to the recliner. She lay languorously back and
stretched out as Sara slid her light gray briefs down her smooth pallid legs,
wispy with unshaven blonde hair on her shapely thighs.

"Eat me, bitch." Jenny's voice had taken a strident, commanding tone.

"Oh yes, Jenny, the sweet corruption." Sara's tongue and lips worked at
Jennifer's light pink cunt.

Softie stretched her arms above her head; her hands grasped the plush cushion
of the top of the recliner. She still had on her blazer and her bright white
blouse, crisp as if starched. Her lower limbs were draped over the shoulders
of her cunnilinguist, who used her fingers to spread open Jen's pussy lips and
allow her pursed lips free access to Jennifer's swelling red clit and juicy
orifice.

"Show me your cock," the young woman said. I pulled down the front of the
sweats; the head of my dick had left a moist spot at the elastic of my briefs.
I revealed my ramrod straight member. Jennifer took her right hand and licked
her slender fingers with her wide, blunt tongue.

"Let's give the devil his due." As she spoke she wrapped her fingers around my
shaft just below the bulbous head. She stroked with her fingertips caressing
the sensitive skin below the glans. The combination of spit and seminal fluid
lubricated her rhythmic pumping. I wanted my cock in her mouth very badly. As
Sara teased her toward orgasm she unconsciously jerked me harder and faster as
she closed her eyes and reveled in the onset of her own orgiastic rush. Her
thighs clamped around the moaning Brit's head as Sara's eager fingers and
tongue worked her clit. Occasionally Sara tweaked her own rigid nipples as she
tongued. Her gray eyes were fixed on the golden blonde hair of Jennifer's mons
and the quivering lower abdomen about to spasm in orgasm.

I fought my own desire to come as Jen panted and uttered gutteral sounds as
she came. Sara paused at the first wave swept Softie's tensed body.

"No. No. Keep sucking." Jen's voice took on a plaintive tone. She released my
cock and reached for her partner. The readiness to come again added a note of
urgency.

Sara gazed at me as she pushed Jen's legs open and stood at the foot of the
recliner. "Fuck her. Make her yours. Now." I rushed to immerse my pulsing cock
into Softie's wet pussy. I hooked her knees with my arms as Sara snatched off
my sweats and briefs. Jen moaned as Sara guided me into her and I hungrily
stroked into her very wet and very lubricated cunt. "Uhnnnn" Jennifer half
sat, uncertain about her feelings. Her legs were wonderfully smooth and cool
to the touch of my arms. Her pussy was hot.

The Brit took Jen's flushed face in her hands. "Submit. Let the lust consume
you." Before she could reply Sara muffled her with a sudden kiss. Quickly the
older woman had her pressed back into the recliner and Jen tasted her own
juiciness upon the probing tongue of her kisser. Sara stroked her tongue
repeatedly into Jenny's mouth as I pumped my cock rhythmically into her pussy.

Sara paused as she sensed the onset of orgasm. I couldn't hold back any longer
and stroked deeply. I felt Jen's muscles clamp on me as she came and I shot
off, moaning. Softie stretched out in pleasure as another wave of glorious
coming swept over her. She writhed in the chair.

I pulled out and released her legs. Jennifer seemed to realize where she was
again. "I've got to go to the bathroom!" Without asking she rushed to the back
of the house, grabbing her panties as she went.

Sara sat on the arm of the recliner, her nipples still prominent. She looked
me up and down with a haughty glance.

"You can cover yourself. I have already yielded two of us to your carnal
desires." I peered at her as I put my briefs and sweats on. Enough time to
shower later.

"Who's the demon here? Me? Or you?"

"Don't trap me with your trickery," Sara replied.

"You've wanted Jennifer all long."

"So you convinced me, incubus."

Quietly Jennifer re-entered the room and padded softly to stand behind Sara. I
spied her in my peripheral vision, but kept my stare fixed on Sara's face.

"It was too easy," I retorted.

"She is young," Sara replied.

"He means you, Sara." Sara spun around to see a harder Softie, clad in blazer,
blouse and panties with her hand on her hip and a stern visage. Jennifer's
voice had reverted to the tone of command.

"Listen here, you tart." Sara had barely got the words out when Jennifer
slapped her full in the face.

"I'm not some cockney barmaid for Lady Sara's amusement, you uppity English
whore." Sara glowered back as she rubbed her face.

"What's your name?" Jen fired the question at me.

"Jack."

"Perfect. M'lady here who thinks I'm a lower class idiot..."

"Qui..." Sara attempted to interject.

"Shut up, slut! She wants to play mistress, then we'll play." Jen grabbed a
handful of Sara's auburn hair and yanked it. "Stand up!"

The taller Englishwoman opened her mouth to speak only to have Jen's other
hand clapped over it. "Not another word or it will be worse. For every word
you'll suffer the wages of your many sins. That's what you'd tell me -- so
pompous and arrogant. Up!"

Sara stood up and looked at me. "Jack, strip her naked." Sara's gray eyes
widened. Jennifer let go of her hair and uncovered her mouth. As I removed
Sara's blouse and bra Jennifer took off her blazer. I unzipped the long black
skirt and let it fall to the floor. Sara wore full white cotton panties. I
pulled off her flats and left her standing in her underwear.

"Naked." Jen stood at the head of the recliner. I slid my fingers in the
elastic band of the panties and guided them over Sara's rounded buttocks and
down her lean legs. Her feet were long and thin. Sara wouldn't say a thing.
She had a full dark bush of pubic hair.

"In the chair. Kneel. Jack, get her moving."

I took Sara by the shoulders and pushed her face down into the recliner. She
knelt with her knees at the angle of the seat and back of the chair. Her long
thin thighs allowed her head and shoulders to rest on top of the chair back.
Jen stepped behind the chair to face her. She pincered Sara's chin in her
hand.

"Wouldn't you like my tits in your face?" Sara didn't move or make a sound.
Jen circled around the chair and smacked Sara's exposed ass with her palm.
"Nod or shake your head when I ask you a question!" She slapped her ass again,
then again. Sara would straighten after each blow, but her velvety white ass
would jut out again as she relaxed.

"Jack, stand there at the side of the chair."

Jen stood in front of Sara's ruddy face again. "Wouldn't you like these in
your face?" she said as she pointed at her chest. Sara nodded.

"That's a dirty thought, you self righteous cunt. Isn't that right?" Jennifer
looked at me.

I knew what she wanted me to do. I regarded Sara's bulbous white rear; I could
swear she knelt down and exposed it a bit more. I spanked it, waited for the
relaxation, then whacked it again. A little pink showed against the snowy
white. "Don't stop," Jen ordered. She was unbuttoning the stiff white blouse.
At first Sara's ass was cool to the touch as I slapped, but gradually warmth
spread across her reddening cheeks. The Brit was moaning, but not from pain.

Jennifer removed the blouse and reached back to unfasten her bra. Her breasts
were large with light pink areolae. Soon Sara had her face buried in Jen's
copious cleavage.

"Does the naughty girl want to suck my tit?" I saw Sara's head nod vigorously.
"Spank the dirty little girl."

I slapped at the red buttocks again. I let my hand linger and I rubbed the
spanked area. Sara pushed her ass back against my hand and slid her knees to
the sides of the recliner until they rested against the arms. Jennifer cupped
her left breast in her hand and slipped the nipple and areola into Sara's
waiting mouth.

I ran my hand into the open crevice of Sara's behind and used my middle finger
to caress the rim of her asshole. She groaned with delight. I moved behind
her, knelt down and kissed her tender rear. Sara sucked Jen's breasts with
vigor. I licked the exposed flesh of her ass, smooth and warm. The Brit
stopped sucking and looked back at me. Her gaze gave away her arousal.

"Spank the bitch some more." I rose and went to the side of the chair.
Jennifer smirked at me.

"Who's uppity now? You're acting like a preppie diva." I grabbed Jen and
pulled her into my arms. She tried to slap me but I held her wrists firmly. I
led her to the foot of the recliner and forced her to her knees. Sara rolled
onto her back and opened her legs.

"I'm not doing that."

"You took it now you'll give it," I said. I got down beside her and whispered
in her ear, "Didn't you feel good when you ordered Sara to eat you? Remember
how you felt when you came?" Gently I eased her blonde head to Sara's waiting
pussy. "You tasted yourself on Sara's tongue. Taste her. Close your eyes."

Jen closed her eyes tightly and grimaced. I pressed her to Sara with my left
hand and with my right I smacked her sharply on the ass clad in pale gray
panties. "Oh!" she gasped in surprise and Sara pressed her cunt to Jen's
opened mouth.

Jennifer paused for a second then kissed the spreading lips. Recalling what
had excited her she used her tongue to lick at Sara's clit. Sara massaged
Jennifer's back with her feet as she was being eaten. I was becoming aroused
again, and I stripped then began caressing Jen, kissing her throat, her
breasts.

The doorbell chimed.

Jen popped her head up, startled. Sara groaned, "Keep going, I'm so near." She
sat and pressed Softie's face back to her thatch. Naked, I went to the door
and peered out the peephole.

"It's an oriental woman," I whispered.

"That's Sue," Sara said, then ignored me as she focused on Jennifer's lapping.

I opened the door a crack to reveal only my head and nude torso. "Can I help
you?"

"I'm looking for two ladies," the woman began.

Then Sara came. A series of staccato "oh"s was quite audible.

"That sounds like Sara! Let me in here!" Sue pulled open the storm door and
pushed past me. The shock of finding a demonic orgy with three nude (well, Jen
still had on her panties) people left Sue agape.

"Banished!" she stuttered. "Whatever possessed you can't be allowed around
people of the true path!" Sue turned for the door. "Disgusting," she said with
a scowl as she beheld my nudity and my cock. "Let me by."

"Sue, you can't banish us," Sara said in her most clipped, formal British
accent.

"You've banished yourselves, shameful!"

"You participated."

"Who would believe a filthy lie like that," Sue replied.

"You think no one will believe innocent little Jennifer?" Jen said in her sing
song voice, "And they'll take the word of an older, experienced and worldly
woman?"

"What evil seduced you, child?" Sue asked, then turned her attention to Sara.
"You, of course, I knew you shouldn't be trusted."

Sara and Jennifer approached us. "You stay in this den of iniquity with this
beast," Sue gestured at me, "and I'll leave you to damnation."

She turned to push past me, but her two colleagues were upon her. Sara clamped
her mouth over the short Asian woman's, and Jennifer knelt to open the lower
part of the woman's blouse. She kissed the soft beige skin below Sue's belly
button as she undid her skirt.

As I shut the door I heard Sue's husky voice behind me.

"I need a man."


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"Subversion" by Saffy8 <concorde@tande.com>

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