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Subject: {ASSM} Plaything Retirement Village    long intro   MF  MFMF outdoors
Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2003 03:10:06 -0400
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This is the seventh entry in the Plaything series. 
This is an erotic story for the private enjoyment of
the audience.  Any further distribution of the
description and accounts of this story without the
express permission of the commissioner is prohibited. 
No animals have been harmed in writing this story. 
Any constructive feedback is appreciated.  
Enjoy
Don

Harold lay quietly in his bed as heard the screams of
orgasmic ecstasy coming from the other bedroom.  He
tried to ignore the sounds, and put his head under his
pillow.  This mistresses, Paula and Sheila, were being
entertained by their new stud, Bruce.  Sheila and
Paula were artists and lovers who believed in having
sex at least once a day in order to maintain their
creativity.  Bruce would poke each one in turn, while
they gave each other oral stimulation.  		
	Until recently, that had been Harold's job.  But he
found he could no longer perform several times a
night, even with medication.  For most men reaching
their late forties, that  would  be a disappointment. 
 But for a stud like Harold, who earns his livelihood
by satisfying his mistresses and their friends, that
is a disaster. 
	Harold resented himself for his failure and he
resented Bruce for being able to pleasure Paula. 
Playthings and studs like him were bred for their
sexual prowess, not their intelligence.  He had no way
to express his resentment, so he just became more
depressed.   His depression interfered with his sexual
appetite, which made him more depressed.   Soon he
just lay in his room, listening to music on his
computer.   He ate his meals delivered by Sheila's
robots, and never left his bed.
	Paula and Sheila were worried about him.   Sheila 
had licensed him through the  studs association to
satisfy their sexual needs, after having him service
her in a stud brothel.  Studs were male playthings who
had been genetically altered to enhance their sexual
abilities.  Most studs were sterile, although a few
conception studs could be hired by unmarried women to
help them to become pregnant.   With the wide
availability of playthings for sex, many people did
not marry.   That helped to keep the population growth
down in a society where everything was done by
computers and robots, and where people just maintained
the computers and each other. 
	Studs, and female playthings, called whores, did not
have any civil rights and were forbidden to own
property.  Their intelligence and education were
severely limited, in a society where those things were
vital.  Sex was one of the few careers open to them,
and it was the best paying.   But they were protected
by the state and by voluntary associations.  When
Harold lived in the brothel,  the customers
contributed to a trust fund which supported him. 
Sheila continued to pay into the fund, in addition to
providing for all his physical needs.  
	Sheila called a representative of the Stud
Association to figure out what to do about Harold. 
She loved him as she would love a pet animal.  She did
not want him to suffer, but he was not doing her any
good.  
	"These state is common for studs past a certain age,"
 said Martha from the Association. "I'll see if he has
enough in his trust to retire." 
	"If he doesn't, I'll make up the difference,"  Sheila
said.
	Martha was young and attractive, but her professional
ethics prevented her from having sex with her studs.  
She had recently gotten married, so her sexual needs
were met in other ways. She went to talk with Harold.
	She said, "Harold, are you tired of being a stud?"
	"It's all I've ever known."
	"Do you wish for a rest?"
	"What would I do?"
	"You could retire."
	"What does retire mean?"
	"It means being able to do any thing you want, and
being forced  to do anything."
	"How would I live?"
	"Over the years, you made enough money to enable to
live without working.  And if you don't have enough, 
Miss Sheila offered to make up the rest."
	"Would I see Miss Sheila and Miss Paula again?"
	"Yes.  But for your own protection, you wouldn't be
allowed to go to bed with them again."
	"Would have to continue to wear this?"   Harold
pointed out a sub-cutaneous global positioning
transponder on his leg, so he could be found if he got
lost.
	"Yes.   Again, for your own protection."
	"Good."  Harold felt good about his transponder
because he had gotten lost several times.
	"Would I have to wear this robe?"  Like all
playthings, Harold's wardrobe consisted primarily of
brief robes and tunics, which left him available for
sex.
	"Ah, no.  You will wear a more modest jump suit, like
the one I'm wearing.  Your stud days are over."
	"When would I go?"
	"When ever you want."
	"Let's go now."   Harold so no reason why he should
continue in Sheila's house when there might be
something better.   Martha helped him pack a few
personal things and his computer games into a single
duffel bag. 
	At the entrance Sheila gave him a big hug, "Good by,
Harold.  We loved having you." Sheila was almost about
to cry.   Bruce squeezed her tits.
	Paula also hugged him, "Best of luck Harold.   You'll
be better off with Martha."
	Even Bruce gave him a hug, but he did not say
anything.
	Martha placed Harold in her robocar and told it to go
the the Shady Grove Retirement Village.  
	At the Village, Martha introduced Harold to Susan,
one of the resident managers.  Susan had been
expecting them.
	Susan said, "Welcome to Shady Grove, Harold.  We want
you to enjoy your stay with us."
	Harold replied with a glum, "Thank you."
	Susan added, "We just have a few simple rules, mainly
designed for your protection.
	First, try to avoid sex with citizens.   You are no
longer allowed to be paid, so that would unfair to you
as well as professional studs who are still active.
	Second,  when you leave the facility, always go with
someone else, and try to be back before dark.  We
would not want you getting lost.
	Third,  citizens are not  allowed in your room
without special permission from me or another manager.
	Any questions?"
	Harold thought he should have a question, but he
could not think of any.
	Susan added, "You should always wear this special
transponder.  It will identify your room, and it will
point you in the direction of  Shady Grove if you
happen to get lost.  If you are out, you just press
this button, and a robotaxi will arrive to bring you
back.   If you need anything, just identify it on your
computer.  We want you to happy here.  You worked hard
for your money, so you should have a chance to enjoy
it. I will take you to your room now, and then Bill,
another former stud, will introduce you and show you
around."
	Harold enjoyed being a stud until a few months ago.  
He did not view it as hard work.  He was not sure how
he would enjoy retirement.
	The room was like one in the brothel, only slightly
smaller and more simply decorated.  There was a full
size bed, table and chair, and a small computer
module.   A private bathroom adjoined it.  As in a
brothel, or as in most private houses, including
Sheila's, meals were ordered from robots in the
kitchen.     
	Bill showed up to introduce Harold to the other
playthings.
	"How are you?" asked Bill politely.
	"I'm not sure.  It's all a bit sudden."
	"I know.   A few months ago, you were a great stud.  
All of a sudden you lost it, and found your place
taken by a guy half your age."
	"How did you know?"
	"It  happens to everybody.  It happened to me.  Why
else does a stud retire?  You'll get over it soon
enough."
	Harold suddenly felt better, realizing he was not
alone.   Here was somebody he could relate to.   When
they entered the main recreation room, Harold saw a
few studs he recognized from the brothel many years
ago.  Retirement complexes tended to cluster around
the brothels where the playthings had worked or
trained.   They all seemed happy to see him.  They
tried to catch up on all that had happened to them.  
Harold mentioned working for Sheila and then Paula.  
But after tens of thousands of couplings with
thousands of partners, it was hard to remember the
details.
	Harold noticed that the men were slightly older than
the women.   That was because the women tended to
retire younger.  Whores retired when they lost their
physical attractiveness, whereas studs retired when
they lost their sexual prowess.  In addition, whores
were able to accumulate the necessary wealth more
rapidly than studs.  For the same reason, playthings
who worked in public brothels tended to retire earlier
than those who leased themselves to private clients,
as Harold had done.  The principal exception were
whores who were  sluts, because the physical abuse
that sluts endured  and the more rapid accumulation of
wealth lead them to retire much earlier.   Playthings
entered the retirement village at the rate of about
one per month, which is same rate as they tended to
die off.  
	Playthings, regardless of sex, tended to die earlier
than citizens, due to differences in health care.  For
a citizen, the operational ethic was to prolong useful
life.  For a plaything, their useful life long over,
the operational ethic was to minimize suffering.  It
was unusual to see a plaything past eighty, whereas
among citizens that was quite common.
	As Harold relaxed a bit, he asked Bill, "Susan said
we should not have sex with citizens.  What happens if
we feel a bit antsy?"
	"Former studs are not the only playthings here.  Let
me introduce you to a few of our ex whores."
	Bill guided Harold over to where a quartet of women
were watching a computer game.
	"Ladies, this is Harold.  He is new here.  Maybe he'd
be interested in joining our little group?"
	The women looked up, smiling.  They were eager to
meet a new former stud. 
	Bill added, "We cannot have sex with citizens, but
among ourselves, we can do whatever we want."
	"What ever we want," a cute blonde corrected.
	A buxom woman with grayer hair added, "Don't let
Phyllis scare you.  You can do anything you want and
nothing you don't want.  My name is Lili. "
	Harold liked Lili already. 
	"Do you want me to come to your room, Harold?   I can
welcome you to Shady Grove."  Lili asked, with a wink.
 
	"Yes."
	"Where is your room?"
	"I'm not sure.  All these people and all the new
places.  Frankly, I am a bit confused."
	Bill counseled, "Don't worry.   We all had the same
experience.   You'll get used to it very fast."
	"You can come to my room as soon as you are settled,
then."  Lili offered.
	"You can come to mine the day after if you want," one
of the other women suggested.
	Bill showed Harold the rest of the facility.  There
was a game room, with computers, and easy board and
card games.   Next came the gym, with easy exercise
equipment, and a playground for simple games, like
volley ball and badminton.   Computers helped keep
score.
	Bill returned Harold to his room and said, "I'll let
you rest now.   You can have meals in your room, but
it is nicer to have them in the dining hall."
	The next day, Harold went into the dining hall for
lunch.  There, he met Lili again.   He talked to her
during lunch.  She  had retired the previous year,
after working in a public brothel.  Harold was not
used to so many former whores.   Except during
training and initiation, he did not interact much with
whores, because they could not pay him and he could
not pay them.   He found them to be a lot like studs,
in their experiences and approach to life.
	"Do you want to visit my room, now?"  Lili asked.
	"Sure."
	She took his hand and lead him to a room on the other
side of the dining hall.   When they got there, she
told him to sit, while she used the bathroom.  When
she emerged, she was totally naked.   Although her
breasts were beginning to sag, she retained some of
her allure.
	"This is what we mean by visiting someone's room,"
Lili explained.   She swiveled her hips, radiating the
sexual magnetism of an experienced whore.   Harold
felt his sexual needs awaking from hibernation.  He
stood up to embrace her.  
	"Take off your clothes and join me.  Let me give you
a Shady Grove welcome,"  she said.
	Harold removed his one piece jump suit.  He did not
wear any under garment.   Lili lay down on the bed,
where Harold could see her sumptuous pussy.  He lay
next to her, and began kissing her ample boobs.   She
seized his head, pulling him hard into her chest.  
She moaned quietly as he bathed her breasts with his
tongue.   Harold put several fingers into her cunt,
getting her slowly excited.   
	"Let me do you, now,"  she insisted.  She wanted to
see if this former stud was up to his potential.  She
eased him on his back, so she had access to his prick.
 She took it in hand and started to lick it like
candy.  She was relieved that it rapidly responded to
her touch.  Harold had not had such a thorough
cock-licking in years.  He lay there enjoying the
wonderful glow building in his prick.  
	"That feels wonderful," he said.
	"That's just for starters," she replied.
	She got up and eased her cunt down on his rod.  She
squatted down on him until her pussy was fully encased
his pole.  She slowly bobbed over him, letting her
boobs flap in the breeze.   Suddenly, she increased
her pace.  She felt the fire building deep within,
until it blazed forth with a searing orgasm.   
	"Keep me going, stud!"  She exclaimed.
	Harold was still rigid.  He had not let forth his
semen.
	"Let me get on top."  He urged.
	"Go for it, stud.  Just take care of yourself.  I can
take care of me. "
	She lay back and let him enter her moist pussy.   She
pulled back her legs over his back, so he could have
complete access to her.  
	"Pound me, stud.  Fuck me good."  she demanded.
	Harold started to bang her hard.   He knew he could
not last much longer, but he did not want to.    He
wanted to bring both of them off.   He started to move
like a piston.  She used her legs to push him harder. 
 
	"Yes.  Fuck me as hard as you can."  she demanded
again.
	"I'm almost there, too,"  he said, breathless. 
	His prick was so hot it was almost painful.   He
grunting  on the edge.  He then fell over with a
pulsing cum.  He repeatedly squirted out waves of cum.
 Out came his frustration, his anxiety, his
depression, his need, all flowing into her eager quim.
  Each time he thought he was finished,  he realized
he had more.   He pushed again, each time with
increasing pleasure.  He pounded her again, until he
was finally drained.   
	Lili had reached several orgasms during this
treatment, until she was thoroughly bathed in
pleasure.   She closed her eyes to concentrate on the
glow.
	Harold pulled out and lay next to her.
	"That was the best session I can remember," he said. 
He was able to concentrate on his own pleasure rather
than his partner, the way studs were trained to do.
	"Welcome to Shady Grove.  You will enjoy it here. 
And we will enjoy having you," she finally said.   
After they lay for half an hour,  Lili told him to get
dressed.   Playthings never spend the night in each
other's rooms, and  he might need his strength for
other former whores over the next few days.
	Over the months, Harold settled into life at Shady
Grove.  He found himself in an informal group of about
ten or twelve playthings.  Playthings tended to group
themselves by age and experience.  They enjoyed each
other's company in bed and out.  They went as a group
to spectator sports, amusement parks, and picnics. 
They informally would pair up for sex several times a
week.   Exclusive pairing was frowned upon, so each
former stud would bed each former whore, on a rotating
basis, in either his room or hers.  A plaything who
wanted a partner for an hour of sex could usually find
one.  They employed all kinds of positions and
actions, but usually avoided situations where one
partner would  dominate or hurt the other.  
	Harold's favorite plaything was a former whore named
Connie.   Like Harold,  Connie had leased herself to a
number of families.  Her most recent assignment had
her servicing the sexual needs  a family of two
parents and two boys, and their friends.  Then the
parents got divorced and the boys  matured enough to
leave home.  When the ex-wife took a female lover, her
ex-husband accused Connie of leaner her in that
direction, and tried to terminate the lease early. 
Connie was faced with the prospect of having to go
back to the brothel, but her agent was able to
negotiate a buy-out which enabled her to retire.  
	Connie  had retired the previous year, but she was
several years younger than Harold.  They spent more
time in bed with each other than with the other
playthings in their group, although that was still
less than half.  They tried to make each other feel
special, rather than just another whore.  They also
enjoyed time together out of bed,  listening to
classical music or watching sports.  They even tried
to learn the flute.
	One very hot day,  Harold and Connie took a robotaxi
to picnic in  a near by park.  They had changed into
jumpsuits with short sleeves and pants.   They moved
down a path to a  stream, constantly checking that
they knew how to get back.   Harold put his blanket on
the grass, and lay down on it.   Connie pulled some
lunch out of her basket, and sat down next to him.  
	They were almost finished with lunch, when a storm
arose.  They moved the blanket under a tree, but
Connie wanted to play in the rain.  She pulled off her
clothes and ran naked into the stream, letting herself
get washed by  the cool rain on the hot day.   Harold
took off his clothes and joined her.   Soon they were
frolicking in the stream, letting their splashing 
join the rain.  
	Although they were completely wet,  Harold moved up
to Connie and embraced her in the waist deep water.  
He gently placed his finger in her pussy, making her
feel good.
	She said, "I want you, Harold.  Let's do it here."
	"In public?"
	"Yes. No one will be watching us in the rain."
	She parted her legs and leaned back against him.  He
put three fingers up her pussy, causing her to moan
with delight.  
	"Hey, there."  Some one called out suddenly.
	They looked up and saw a young couple by the bank,
already soaked from the rain.   The woman was already
removing her shirt.   Harold realized that she was
topless, and her firm breasts sparkled in the rain.  
	"May we join you?"  the man asked.
	"No thank you.  We're not allowed to have sex with
citizens,"  Harold explained.   His finger was still
noodling around in Connie's pussy.
	"Are you playthings?" the woman asked.
	"We are retired playthings.  We live at the Shady
Grove village, "  Connie replied.
	"I lost my virginity with a plaything last year.  It
was great.  I loved it, " the woman said.   By this
time she had stripped naked.
	"Me too.  Do you mind if we watch you?"  the man
asked.  He had also stripped.  
	"Only if we can watch you, too,"  Harold answered.  
He did not mind what the couple did.  
	The man was excited to watch playthings engage in
sex.  The woman was excited by the prospect of
displaying her sexuality to a couple of playthings.  
	The rain continued, but Connie ignored it.  she said,
"Take me against that rock, Harold.  Let's give these
people a show."  
	She waded and sat down on the rock.   Harold leaned
down to kiss her tits, while she stroked his prick.  
Connie opened her legs and placed them around his
waist.   Harold easily entered her moist cunt.   She
leaned back, so the other couple could get a good look
at her pussy being penetrated.   Harold continued to
play with her luscious boobs while he fucked her,
slowly.   He was not in a hurry.  He wanted to enjoy
her thoroughly.  
	 But Connie wanted more.  She unfastened her legs, 
making him pull away.  She climbed off the rock and
turned around. 
	"Take me, this way, Harold.  Really pound me."
	The storm intensified, but Harold knew what to do.  
Leaned down until he was over her pussy.   He then
pushed his rod in to the hilt.  He grabbed her tits to
pull her towards him.   Connie used her arms to rock
onto his prick.  
	"Prepare to have the life fucked out of you, whore," 
he said.
	"Now fuck me, stud.  Give these people a show."
	Lightning flickered across the sky.  Harold began to
fuck her with a steady rhythm.  Connie moaned, 
immersing herself in the pleasure of being banged by
her favorite (ex) stud.  His pelvis slapped against
her ass like a pounding horse.  On the bank, the other
couple were also playing with each other's sex as they
were absorbed by the plaything's display. 
	Connie knew that both she and Harold were close.  
She moved around on his prick harder than before.  
Harold  fondled her breasts and played with her
clitoris while he fucked her, until she  could not
take any more.   Her body felt like it was rolling in
thunder. 
	"Yes.  I'm cumming! " Connie yelled.
	"Me too!"  Harold exclaimed, grunting with each pulse
of cum.  Harold's prick exploded like lightning. 
	They pushed against each other tightly,  joining each
other's fire.  When they finally relaxed, they giggled
as the stream washed away their cum.   The other
couple applauded. 
	"Now, it's your turn,"  Connie said to the couple.
	The rain abated somewhat.  Harold offered the couple
the use of his blanket, but the woman leaned back on
the wet moist grass.  They had already gotten each
other very excited.  The man's stiff prick was almost
enough to do a stud proud.  He entered her easily.  
The woman pulled her legs over her head.  She wanted
to be pounded as much as Connie had.   She also wanted
to show that she was as good as a plaything.
	"Call me your whore," she demanded.
	"You are my wonderful whore.  I'm going to fuck you
so hard your head will spin," he said.
	"Just make my cunt spin, too." 
	Her lover made up in pure strength and stamina what
he lacked in finesse.  Their sex had a savage,
passionate intensity,  in contrast to the gentler
behavior of the playthings.  He banged into her like a
jackhammer.   They both reached their first orgasm
quickly, but they showed no interest in slowing down. 
 She screamed through her second orgasm, pulling at
him hard enough to scratch his back.  
	"Take that, whore," he yelled.
	"Make me cum again," she demanded.
	He continued to pound her until her cunt was raw with
tension.  Her orgasm snapped like a released spring. 
He also had an intense need to cum.   He kept
thrusting into her, letting his cum pour forth like a
fountain.  
	"Bravo, brava,"  chanted Harold and Connie.   
	The young couple disentangled themselves.   They went
for a dip in the stream to wash off the dirt and cum
of sex in the grass.   The sun returned, enabling the
two couples to lie on the blanket to dry.  
	Finally, both couples got dressed.   The young couple
offered the playthings a ride back to their village,
which they accepted.   However, Harold and Connie
never found out their names. 
    
	




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