1. Cushions


    Date: 6/14/2017, Categories: Science-Fiction, Author: ufpe, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    sexual equality attained, motivational behavior, economics, politics, and social norms, would be monumentally altered. Listening to my folks discuss their basic middle-American beliefs only confirmed my conclusion. After a fitful nights' sleep, I reviewed my class work before heading out to mow the lawn; a brainless endeavor when one is appropriately buzzed. When completed, I zoned out spread-eagle on the freshly cut grass with an overwhelming sense of well-being from my intimate connection to nature. I was dozing in my mid-day euphoria when the hunched form of the Doc blocked out the sun. “Hi Doc,” I grumbled as I struggled into a sitting position, “Care to join me?” “Might like that, mind if my friend join's us?” “Not as long as the sunlight ain't blocked.” I closed my eyes and eased back down.” “Got some of that virile young seed for me?” My eyes shot open, and somewhere in the dark recesses of my recent memories I identified the voice of my rapist. “Might want to check with my folks first; they're due back from the church of Saint Chastity any moment,” I countered as I rolled over to to face my nymphomaniac nemesis. “Wouldn't mind a little later in the privacy of my personal dungeon though.” My guests both laughed and I was introduced to Dr Katrina, a state licensed therapist thoroughly briefed on Dr. Wang's inventions. We recycled the conversation from the night before and kicked around a few more options before I mentioned I had some prime cannabis drying I need to ...
    check. We wandered beyond the visual limits of the house to my reconditioned stash shack obscured behind a scrub covered knoll down by a wandering creek. Completely insulated with power covertly tapped from the neighbors line, it was equipped with secured storage bins, lights, stove and even a salvaged dehumidifier. With Katrina's assistance, we turned over the mountain of leaves before I produced my prime bud and we all lit up. From outside, it must have appeared the shack was on fire! Pleasantly buzzed, we wandered back to the house, and I introduced them to my recently arrived folks. Beyond accommodating, they furnished us with a great home made dinner and fantastic conversation until darkness compelled my guests to leave. The next day, my deliveries went routinely, and the pizzas I bought with my tips went over well. Restocking went far better than expected as Serena was now showing more than just a passing interest with provocative attire and sly innuendos that would make a seasoned sailor blush. The Doc called me aside as I was leaving and handed me a small cell phone sized modified tazer, explaining its function and where to place it on the small of the back for best results. He requested I keep records of anyone I 'zapped,' and it was understood that its use must remain confidential. I stuffed it into my pocket while thanking him fervently. Making a casual yet elated exit, I was walking over to the bus stop savoring a large piece of pineapple pepperoni pizza when a late ...
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