1 comments/ 25572 views/ 16 favorites The Second Act By: JenLLee By no means would Madelyn Knight ever have considered herself an unhappy woman. The 33-year old brunette would have said quite the opposite had anyone ever put the question to her. She had a good job as a Financial Planner and was well-respected in her position. In fact, in a little under a decade, she was on the fast track to becoming a partner. She seemed to have a good head for facts and figures and was well thought of by clients and associates alike. She was a cherished daughter and beloved sister to her parents and 3 siblings. Her parents had been married for nearly 40 years and had set a good example for their children. Madelyn had several nieces and nephews who all thought the world of her. There was nothing that the family would not have done for one another, theirs was a close-knit bond. She loved the community in which she lived and was a popular member of that community. She gave back, working for several charities and she always worked towards helping those less fortunate. Every Christmas, she helped deliver Christmas Hampers to those in need and she had helped more than a few people find meaningful employment so that the following years, many of them were able to give back. Her own two girls adored their mother and were both happy children who did well in school. Madelyn chuckled to herself at one Parent / Teacher conference, wishing that at least once one of her girls could get into some kind of trouble so that she might have a break from the monotony of having their teachers praise the girls to the high heavens. Despite all of the things that made her life wonderful, Madelyn was unhappy and she knew the reason why. She was married to a man who adored her very much. She had met Jack when she was 16, married him at 19 and been a mom six months later. Jack was a terrific guy, a wonderful father and a great provider. So why had she never loved him back the way that he deserved? Why did she feel so unfulfilled as Jack's wife? Jack sensed her unhappiness and to his credit, he tried. He did everything that a man could do to make her happy and despite all of that, it failed. So after a number of years trying, he told Madelyn that he wanted out. He left a few months after the previous Christmas. Their girls were devastated, but Jack and Madelyn made it clear that there was no animosity between them. Madelyn could not convey what was making her so unhappy, only that something was. Madelyn would likely never have figured it out, save for an encounter with Jack's sister. Becca called a few days after Jack moved out of the house, wanting to have lunch. Madelyn and Becca had always been more like real sisters, despite Becca's 11-year age difference. Madelyn had been there for Becca more often than her own parents and Becca thought the sun rose and set on her adored sister. The thought of her no longer being family caused her no little anguish and Madelyn knew that she had to do something to reassure Becca. "We will always be family," Madelyn hugged her sister to comfort her. The auburn haired lovely was attracting a bit of attention, likely as much for her outfit as for her sniffling. Becca was wearing a holiday-themed red dress, a "Santa" cap and sexy new boots. The part-time model never once went anywhere without looking spectacular and their lunch date was no exception. Becca had once told Madelyn that she always kept one eye out for potential suitors and she wanted to give them something to look at. She was not in the least bit embarrassed by saying she liked to "cat around" and at times, Madelyn lived vicariously through Becca. At times, she wished that she could have played the field a bit more before settling down with Jack as a wife & mommy. "I'm glad to hear that, Maddy," Becca sighed, feeling a sense of relief. Becca was the only one that could get away with calling her sister "Maddy". "I guess I don't understand why you're divorcing my brother?" Madelyn was looking around their favorite Bistro. Normally it was busy, but today it was hopping and almost all of their servers were working. The Bella Bistro only hired the prettiest and most attractive servers and the soon-to-be-single Madelyn allowed herself to enjoy the view. Becca's query brought her back to the here and now. "I'm not divorcing Jack," she answered in total candor. "He's divorcing me; I would have hung on until the girls entered university or even gone for counseling. He just doesn't see the point." "Well, as long as the two of you can remain friends and the girls will be okay," Becca nodded in support. As she was only a few years older than her nieces, they were more like sisters than aunt / nieces. "Hey, you seem really distracted - is there anything else going on in there?" She teased, tapping Madelyn's forehead gently. "I honestly don't know," Madelyn answered. "I've never known why your brother doesn't make me happy. He's the sweetest man I ever knew, the nicest guy I dated in a parade of losers. That's why I agreed to marry him, I suppose. No other guy made me anywhere near as loved and cherished. It's just - and please don't judge me for this - I've never loved him as much as he loved me and the sex - he's a good lover, I suppose - but most of the time, I'd just as soon skip it." After saying that, Madelyn went back to people watching, letting Becca take in all that she had just said. As it was so incredibly busy, their server had yet to arrive and take their orders, so Becca did have a lot of time to contemplate Madelyn's words. "I'm going to say something to you now," Becca said looking directly into Madelyn's deep, dark eyes. "I don't want you to freak out, just hear me out. I know you haven't been happy with my brother for a while, but hearing what you just said, I wonder if any man is capable of making you happy. Is it at all possible you might not be attracted to men sexually?" "Are you asking if I might be a...?" "... lesbian, yes. Is it possible?" "No, of course not, what would make you think such a thing?" Madelyn protested. "I don't even know any lesbians!" She said to Becca. An unusual smile crossed the younger girl's lovely face. "Actually Maddy, that isn't quite true," Becca replied. "You do know one lesbian very well." Madelyn's head almost snapped all the way around at Becca's last statement. "Rebecca Aurora Knight!" She gasped, using her sister's seldom-used full name. "Are you telling me now that you are a lesbian?" "Yes," Becca nodded and smiled softly. "My first sexual encounter was at 18, with the mother of a close friend. It was so gentle, sensual and intimate that I've never wanted to be with a man. All of my lovers since that time have been women and I see no reason to change. I don't dislike men as friends, but when I want a sexual experience, I always look to other women for my needs and desires." "I had no idea," Madelyn said as their server finally arrived. She ordered herself a very stiff drink, feeling that she likely would be needing one. "You and I don't exactly discuss sex when we have lunch," Becca grinned, ordering a drink of her own. "Sometimes, I think that you still see me as a little kid." "I've known you since you were a few months shy of 5, so I probably do," Madelyn laughed nervously. "Wow - my gorgeous sis likes girls." "So do you, or at least, I think it's a possibility," Becca nudged Madelyn in the arm. "Haven't you noticed that you've been checking out almost every pretty server almost since we got here?" "Isn't it only natural to admire another sexy person?" Madelyn responded. "Of course it is," Becca smiled and took another sip of her drink. "But sweetheart, here's something of which I don't think you're aware. Every one of the servers you've admired has been female. You haven't given one bit of attention to the males, but the women have had your undivided attention." Madelyn's hand flew to her mouth as she took in the weight of Becca's words. She had never before considered it and yet, things were already falling into place. Whenever she went to a social event, she paid scant attention to the men. Her attention was always diverted to the women in the crowd, what they were wearing, how they were acting. It seemed ludicrous to the 33-year old brunette that she might have lesbian tendencies and yet, many prominent sexologists believed that most women had the potential for bi-sexuality. Yet for Madelyn, denial was not just a river in Egypt. "I've never been with another woman, never even considered it," she protested as she thought about what to have for lunch. "We both know that I'm not the type of woman who would hang out in a gay bar and look for another woman to sleep with." Becca laughed. "You'd be surprised how many women you would likely meet even in a normal social situation of you allowed yourself to just open yourself up to the possibility," Becca counseled her. "I'm sure there are some women at your office who would love to date you, you've just never noticed. I know of a few women who have put out little feelers to see if you play for my team." Madelyn leaned back in her chair, her silk and lace blouse drawing tight over her 36C breasts. She was aware that her beauty had gone undiminished since marrying Jack, she liked to put forth an image of attractiveness and used every little trick she knew to remain alluring. "You're just teasing me, aren't you?" She said to Becca, although secretly enjoying the titillating conversation. "You don't really know anyone." "Honest injun beautiful, I could name at least 5 women who would pay good money to get you into bed," Becca said to her best friend. "Not just women your age or even older - young and sexy, vibrant women who've all told me they think you're the kind of women they could really get into." "I-I wouldn't even know where to start," Madelyn admitted, actually trembling at the forbidden thrill that Becca was suggesting to her. "You're intrigued," Becca said to her, knowing that Maddy was torn between staying the course and embarking on a new adventure. Becca thought the world of Madelyn and would never in a million years have done anything to hurt her much-adored sister. With what she had learned today, she now felt that Maddy needed an adventure. She had to start a new chapter in her life and even if an experience with a woman would be a one-time thing, she didn't think it would be something Madelyn would regret. She wanted to make that happen for her cherished relative and now all she had to do was to figure out how she could go about doing that and how to sway Maddy into allowing her to make it happen. "I don't have your sense of bravado, your willingness to lead your life on your own terms," Madelyn explained. "I've always admired that about you, even more now that I know the truth." Whether she knew it or not, Madelyn had just opened the door. "Maybe Madelyn didn't, but perhaps Maddy does," Becca said to her as she began to work her wiles. "Jack has moved out, so why shouldn't you feel free to live your life on your own terms? Why can't you start a second act?" "I'm not sure quite what you mean, care to explain?" "Sure thing. I have a few places I hang out, go to dinner, dance, meet up with friends. They're all very supportive of the gay, lesbian and transgender lifestyle and nothing at all sleazy. Fun places with good people, drink and food. You could come with me one night, leave the kids with my folks or with Jack and I could introduce you around. In fact, I might even have a date for you, we could double date it that would make you more at ease," she said to Madelyn. "You could have a sexy evening and see if perhaps you're more comfortable in your own skin than you realize." By this point, Madelyn was on her third drink and she had yet to eat. She was just susceptible to listen to Becca's suggestion. "You really know a woman who'd be interested in going out with someone my age?" "For God's sake Maddy, you weren't around when dinosaurs roamed the earth," Becca told her. "You're young and hot with the legs of a fashion model. A few small tweaks to your look and clothing and you'll have your pick of babes. Why not have an adventure and see if you have the `it' factor the way that I think you do?" Madelyn was tired of living like a tortoise in her shell. Their food arrived just at about the same time as she said "Okay, I'll do it!" In one sense, Madelyn regretted the words the very instant they came out of her mouth. What was she getting herself into? How would she explain it to her kids? The first one, she shushed herself and decided she wasn't doing a single thing wrong. She was entitled to a night out, she hadn't cheated on Jack, he had made the choice to end their marriage. Jack was still a strong and handsome man and she doubted very much if he would be spending his nights sitting alone in front of the TV. In the second place, all she was doing was having an evening out with the girls' Aunt Becca, they didn't need to know more than that. If they did at some future juncture, both of them were old enough to understand the ways of the modern world. Her girls had encouraged her to live a full life, with or without their daddy. She went to get herself a mini-makeover, but was intercepted by Becca. "Nuh-uh, no way in hell am I trusting you with this job," she half-teased Madelyn. "We want va-va-va-VOOM, new hair, makeup, clothes, heels, the works. You make good money and can afford it." Becca took Maddy to her friend Calleigh's salon and made sure the attractive blonde got the idea. She wanted Madelyn to take a step back in time and look like a red-hot mama! She got her wish an 90 minutes later when a new Madelyn emerged. Her hair now hung in waves to her shoulders, her eyes were made up with a smoky eyeliner, her body was in form-fitting gold blouse and black skirt replete with high heels. She didn't appear to be much more than a few years Becca's senior, not at all like a cougar on the prowl. "NO ONE will say no to you tonight," Becca encouraged her. "Once I'm done, we'll go grab a quick bite and hit the club. Our dates are expecting us about 10.' "Ten?!" Madelyn protested. "I have to be at work at 9 tomorrow morning." "No you don't, I called Melissa..." she was Maddy's secretary "... and I told her you'd be taking a day off. She agreed with me that you need a break, so chill and have some coffee while I get myself ready too!" Madelyn found it hard to "chill" because she wasn't always comfortable in new situations. She had to admit that Becca's transformation was quite the eye-opener. Her friend went from pretty to sexy / trashy in a very short time. "I don't think I've ever seen you look quite this..." "... trashy?" Becca laughed. She was now wearing a mini that was only a bit larger than a postage stamp, a low-cut blouse and boots with a stiletto heels. "I've got the body and I like to be noticed. My lady friend appreciates me looking like this. She says that I'm a lesbian slut and it's okay with her if I dress like one!" Madelyn looked at Becca with disapproval until Becca laughed. "Don't worry baby, I like being a slut for Rose. She gives as good as she gets and when you meet her, you'll see why." The two friends got to the club a few minutes before 10 PM. It was packed and chock full of gorgeous women. Madelyn quickly realized her sister had brought her to a lesbian bar and that the two of them were attracting a lot of attention. Part of her wanted to run and hide, yet she had come this far and she needed to see it through. She had to discover if what Becca had been trying to tell her just might be true. Was she a - dare she even think it - lesbian slut? As much as she didn't want to think that way, part of her found the whole idea very appealing. Before the two women even had much of a chance to look around, a tall and beautiful black woman approached Becca and swept her up in her arms. Without even a hint of self-consciousness, she kissed Becca with the passion of a long-time lover. Becca was equally naughty, making a small spectacle as she and her lover embraced. Before the two lovers even broke their kiss, someone tapped Madelyn on the shoulder. She turned around and stood face-to-face with a tall, slender younger black woman. She went to introduce herself, but the girl took care of that herself - by kissing Madelyn with the same erotic fervor as Becca's lover had kissed her. Madelyn was taken aback, although the kiss was far from unpleasant. "I thought I'd get that out of the way," the girl smiled as Madelyn realized everyone was watching their foursome. "Wow, Becca was right - you're hot! Hi, I'm Serena, although most people call me Serenity." Rose and Becca were already walking towards a table and Madelyn didn't know quite what to make of all of this. She looked at the girl who was wearing a silver sequined short dress with matching heels. She was gorgeous but seemed young - younger even than Becca. When they got to their table, Maddy asked the girl her age. "I turned 18 last month," Serenity admitted. "Don't worry though, I'm very mature for my age - and I love older, sexy women!" Madelyn was still trying to come to terms with things. "Won't your parents - your mom - be upset about your being with me, being here? I mean, technically, you're not old enough to be here and be drinking." "You're cute," Serenity giggled. "Don't worry about my mom, she knows where I am." "I do and I'm perfectly fine with it," Rose spoke up, shocking Madelyn. "Like mother, like daughter. Both of us love women sexually and I want my baby girl to enjoy the sexiest women. When Becca mentioned that you were looking to - experiment - I thought you'd be a perfect match for my naughty little slut of a daughter." "Thank you, mommy," Serenity said, giving her mom a quick peck on the lips. Madelyn now was completely freaked, but she felt Becca squeeze her hand. She decided that she would just go with the flow for one night, although some serious imbibing would need to be done. She ordered a few rounds of her favorite drinks and got tipsy as fast as she could. Madelyn - Maddy - had not been this drunk since her university days, but she also felt good. And seriously horny. "I'm really horny," Madelyn said out loud before breaking into a major fit of the giggles. "What does a horny girl have to do around here to get fucked?" Becca smiled slyly as her plan was coming to fruition faster than she had anticipated. She knew that her sister was probably as much a whore as she was, she had just needed some encouragement. "These black lezzie bitches have a fabulous condo not far from here," Becca told Madelyn. "Let's have one last drink and then call a taxi and we'll go there and party. Sound good?" "Sounds marvelous!" The inebriated Madelyn giggled. She turned to Serenity and smiled. "I can't wait to eat your fucking gorgeous black pussy!" Serenity kept her wits about her, as Becca and Rose knew she would. "Dee-lish baby, but I'm going to eat yours first!" She trilled. She stuck out her tongue so that Madelyn could see how long and snaky it was. "I'm going to make you enjoy girls so much that you won't ever want cock again. All you'll crave is sweet, juicy cunt!" A sober Madelyn might have found such words repugnant, but the drunken Maddy found them guttural and entirely erotic. Their drinks were finished quickly, although Maddy did find time to check out the sexy ass of their redheaded server. Four horny women piled into a cab which was driven by another gorgeous woman. Her name was Jessie and she was a friend of Becca's - a good friend, as it turned out. "Damn, you would be having a party on a night where I'm working, you bitch!" The sexy blonde cabbie pouted. "If you promise to invite me next time, you don't have to tip me." Madelyn hoped that Becca would - she kept stealing admiring glances at the driver's legs, which were visible in a very short skirt and heels. When they all stumbled into Rose's spacious condo, her body was starving for a hot sexual encounter. The Second Act Serenity wasted no time. She grabbed Madelyn's arm and pulled her close for a hot, open-mouthed French kiss which made Maddy feel like she was about to pass out. Equally exciting was seeing Becca start to undress Rose right in front of her. There didn't seem to be any false modesty here, it was all thrilling and deviant, like nothing she had ever experienced before. She knew that her pussy was likely dripping, a fact confirmed minutes later by Serenity's probing fingers. A more restrained Madelyn would likely have objected, but that woman was nowhere in sight. The woman letting a teenaged girl finger her pussy was a cunt-crazed lezzie slut and it was - fun! The slender black girl yanked her arm and took her to a bedroom which had a dimmer switch for the lights. Serenity adjusted them to set the mood and Maddy relaxed. She got nervous again a moment later when Becca and Rose joined them in the same room. "We party as a group!" Becca chuckled. "Rose and I want to see you two make it and you can watch us for some pointers, not that we think you'll need any!" She teased. Madelyn was just sober enough to wonder how much more kink she could possibly go along with, although she didn't protest. So far, she was enjoying the night and whether or not it was right, she was curious to see Rose's naked body. Becca's too, if truth were to be told. She had always thought the younger girl had a killer body and she only hoped sexy Serenity would find her appealing. She needn't have worried. The delectable black girl shoved her on to the bed and began kissing her like a woman starved. Nothing about this made any sense to Madelyn, she wasn't a lesbian - yet she was sure acting like one! She was kissing Serenity back with equal measure and like she'd been with girls thousands of times before. She could feel Becca and Rose watching her and then, she just didn't give a fuck! Let them watch, she was going to put on a show! She maneuvered herself so that Serenity could make her naked and she felt proud of the body she worked hard to maintain. Everyone was looking at her nudity and she was vaguely aware of their admiring comments through the buzzing in her liquor-soaked brain. Another sound reached her ears, a bit like running water. She looked down to see the black girl's short-cropped head between her thighs, lapping eagerly at her pussy. It wasn't like when Jack did it, with precision or with the intent of making her cum. Serenity was gobbling her as if her juices were a feast. Oh God, this was so fucking sexy! "She's fucking incredible," Becca whispered to Rose. "We picked the perfect partner for Maddy's first time with a girl, she looks like she's almost ready to come now!" "She had good teachers," Rose whispered as she and Becca kissed and slowly undressed each other. Madelyn was taking it all in, the atmosphere and the sexual energy. She wondered who had taught the teen so well and luxuriated in the perverse pleasure of having a young girl feast on her pussy. Becca was right, for tonight at least, she was going to be a total lesbian whore! "Eat my pussy, you black slut, eat my fucking cunt," Maddy snarled. She felt so alive and free and when her orgasm surged through her, she didn't even try to hide it from the others. She looked over and saw that Becca and Rose were in a sixty-nine and knew her own experience would not be a complete one until she tried that. With a newfound bravado, she turned the tables on Serenity. She pushed the slender girl down on her back and with a confidence she didn't quite understand, took over in their lesbian match. She loved the dark nipples, the sweat-tinged skin and she wasn't apprehensive about eating a pussy. She parted Serenity's wine-red lips and burrowed deep, licking the flavors of the girl until she cried out for mercy. None was granted, for Maddy Knight had gone all in. She slurped and fingered and licked, tasting and gorging herself on wet, sweet cunt until she almost drove poor Serenity to the brink of insanity. Beside the new couple, old friends Rose and Becca were happily slaking their own thirst for pussy. It took them a little longer to cum because both had learned the secret to prolonging their orgasms. All four smiled sheepishly when the initial round of lesbian play ended. "So, do you want to call it a night?" Becca asked, offering Madelyn an "out" if she needed one. "Fuck, NO!" Madelyn crowed enthusiastically. "I'm here for the night, there are a lot more things I'd like to try. It's just too bad that none of us has a cock, I'd love to be fucked right now." "We can deal with that, right mom?" Serenity chirped up, reaching into the bureau drawer and drawing out a huge strap-on. "I've been learning how to use this, do you think you can handle a cock this size, slut?" Madelyn gulped a bit, as the toy was larger than Jack. Still, she felt as if she was lubed enough. "Sure thing, whore," she got into the spirit of things. "Use that thing and bang the hell out of me." "You should let her fuck your ass, too," Becca suggested. "It likely won't hurt as much when a woman does it and we can lube you up right." Madelyn nodded, she was just relaxed enough to try it, although she never would have let Jack do that. She knew the dildo would slip right in and she ached for the new and kinky experience. When it finally did happen, Rose and Serenity worked over her pussy and ass to get her wet and ready. The oncoming climax nearly sent her through the ceiling. They all partied until exhaustion made them stop around 4 AM. Rose made them promise to return, as she wanted a chance to play with the now-converted Maddy. "You'll get your chance," Becca said as they all got dressed and drank some much-needed coffee. "You might have to wait for a week or two, though." "Huh? Why?" Becca grinned evilly. "Because I've been thinking for the past few years that it would be nice to have Maddy all to myself for an evening. Now that I know how perverted she can be, I intend to make that fantasy a reality." Madelyn said nothing as she listened to the shocking words that had emerged from Becca's lips. It wasn't going to happen. There was simply no way that she could condone this kind of behavior. It was as close to incest as possible. Having sex with Becca, who was practically a sister to the brunette, was evil and beyond anything some upstanding citizen like Madelyn Knight might consider to be moral and upright. However - it sounded like fun... The Second Amendment The Third in a Series called Erotic Satire The 2nd Amendment Shooting Club and Sex Camp, "located on Beautiful Lake Raunch," is an establishment perhaps unique in North America, if not the entire civilized world. The 2nd Amendment features a 25-yard pistol and short-barrel rifle range; 50 and 100-yard rifle ranges; and the Lion Killer: a 200-yard range for high-powered rifles up to .50 caliber (you'll need to bring a sighting scope or binoculars to this mighty range in order see if and where your bullets pierced the Abe Lincoln silhouette paper torso target). Bring your AK47 or M4A1 carbine—automatic assault weapons are welcome as well at the 2nd Amendment. But wait, you might be tempted to say. Ranges like this are as common as meth labs out here in the hinterlands of the Deep South. What's the big deal? But does your range feature, on the opposite side of its unpaved parking lot, a double-wide divided into rooms you and your buddy can rent by the hour (the larger, fully equipped BDSM room is twice the cost of regular sex rooms with a two-hour rental minimum)? "Shoot Your Load then...Shoot Your Load!" as the glossy brochure says. But that's only half the story. Behind the double-wide is the 2nd Amendment's Pleasure Park—40 acres of woods and winding trails where you can check your clothes (admission and locker rental runs a very reasonable $10) and join your fellow shooters in mutual fellatio, gangbangs or any number of other M4M(M) activities. The trails lead to clearings featuring two slings as well as a number of smooth-barked trees with anchored restraints. Bottoms between the ages of 21 and 25 get in for half price Friday through Sunday, and for free Tuesday through Thursday (the 2nd Amendment facility is closed on Mondays). Picnic tables are also plentiful along the trails, for any shooters who want to pack a lunch. No weapons (or clothes) are allowed in the park, BTW. On my first visit to the 2nd Amendment I spent the better part of two hours shooting my pistols—both 9 mm's: a Beretta 92FS and a Glock 19/23—at the 25-yard target, and then my Mauser MO3 Extreme .30-06 at the 50 and 100-yard targets. I was a little rusty but quickly got in the groove, my shots landing in tighter and tighter clusters around and inside the heart-shaped bullseyes. Then I hauled out the "heavy artillery": the .50 caliber Russian-made (those fuckers!) AW50 vintage sniper rifle my brother Zack brought back (illegally) from two tours in Afghanistan. It's a special feeling knowing you're holding a rifle that has ostensibly killed Bad Guys. Once I got my range down Honest Abe didn't stand a chance. (Veterans were initially offered half-price admission to the range; but, there are so many of them these days with time on their hands, not to mention psychological issues, ownership found the discounts were adversely affecting revenue, and employee morale. Now veterans discounts are only offered on annual membership packages.) After loading my weapons into my trunk I headed for the Pleasure Park, leaving my clothes and car keys behind in a secure locker. The trails offered up an amazing array of same-sex activities. The gangbang line at one of the slings must've been 20 shooters deep. I felt for the poor young guy on the receiving end, and frankly could not tell if his echoing cries owed to pleasure or ever-increasing hemorrhoidal pain. How do they manage it? As much as I enjoyed the park and scenes of pleasure (and consensual pain) it offered up, I am just a little too inexperienced and self-conscious to get involved in explicit outdoor activities like this. However I did meet up with a guy my age I recognized (because of his tattoos) from the range and we agreed to go dutch on a room in the double-wide. A third joined us and, for the next three-quarters of an hour, I experienced my first all-male threesome. My jaw still ached days later from all the head I gave and my hole...well, let's just say I got a small taste of what it must be like to be in one of those slings. Free condoms are given out with each room rental (Great idea!) though I'm still a little confused about whether either of my partners wore one or not. In fact, never having had gay sex before I'm now confused about lots of things. My friend from the range suggested afterwards we exchange cell numbers, though to date I haven't received any texts from him. Is this typical? Following sex I was now off to keep my appointment with the 2nd Amendment's proprietor and visionary, Larry Snake Eyes. Larry is a full-blooded Miccosuckee Indian, and he is nothing if not friendly and gregarious. When I arrived at his office, another trailer 100 yards down the unpaved lot from Shoot Your Load, a smiling Snake Eyes rose from his cluttered desk to give me a bear-hug and slap my back. "You see the sights?" he asked enthusiastically. "All three phases," I replied. "They comp you like I told 'em to?" "Uh...no." Snake Eyes clapped my back again. "You come back next time everything's on me. Carte fucking blanche OK?" "Great!" Snake Eyes winked. He looks sort of like a white—but darkly tanned—Mike Tyson, including the eye tat. "You just write me a nice positive article in your magazine. Deal?" "Haven't seen anything that isn't positive so far," I enthused. And that moist feeling in the seat of my Jockeys...was that lube? My partners' semen? Both? "Great!" Snake Eyes said, landing back in his swivel chair. "Ask me anything you want. We got no secrets here at 2nd Amendment." "It's quite an operation," I observed, pulling a notepad out of my now-soiled cargo pants. "How did you get the idea for, you know...It doesn't seem like a very likely combination." "Sure it is!" a smiling Snake Eyes countered. "Men like to shoot. Men like to have sex. Not necessarily in that order!" Snake Eyes' belly-laugh contrasted sharply with the constant pop-pop-pop from the nearby range. I almost wished I'd brought my earplugs. "How did I get the idea?" he continued. "Simple. I'm walking my dog—former dog, she ran off, think the constant gunfire spooked her—along the edge of the [parking] lot one day, I hear this 'unh-unh-unh' in the woods, me and Rem—short for Remington—go in to investigate and here's two guys, two shooters, regulars, going at it doggy-style. Fuck! It wasn't a lightbulb gone off in my head, it was like a whole fucking bank of fluorescents! 2nd Amendment was born. Reborn I should say. I got a loan from Jefferson Trust, bought the adjacent land you been on in your travels—you get lucky?...the rest as they say is history." "One question." "Sure." "I'm a little confused by the whole 'located on the banks of Lake Raunch.'" "Don't say nothin' about banks." "Oh. No, sorry. It's just that I didn't see any sign of a lake anywhere on the property." "You didn't go far enough, bro," Snake Eyes said, his grin returning. "Gotta go to the far west edge of the trails," waving his bear-paw in a vague direction. "You see it." "Oh. But Lake Raunch? Kinda over the top isn't it?" Snake Eyes laughed again. "There's a funny story behind that..." I got the feeling that with Snake Eyes, there was a funny story behind just about anything. Until there wasn't. "I hire this redneck sign-maker right? Who else you gonna find out here in the sticks? Make me a fuckin' sign for the side of the road. So he makes it, we put it out—Lake Raunch—nobody notices for like two months. The fucking redneck asshole made a typo! Instead of Lake Ranch he spells it Raunch! I coulda killed the guy. But then it's like...Hey, that's the new name. It is what it is. People love it... "See," Snake Eyes elaborated, "back in the day it used to be called Lake Ranch. Cause over on the west side of the property," waving vaguely again, "there used to be a cattle ranch. Brahman I think. But now...?" "What happened to the sign maker?" Over gunfire Snake Eyes replied: "You don't want to know." On my second visit to the 2nd Amendment—I wasn't comped this time either—I made a point of hiking, despite my hard on, past all the moaning oral and anal and BDSM sex to the very edge of the property in search of Lake Raunch. What I discovered is that "Raunch" is not so much a lake as the remnant of one. Because of the drought due to global warming, going on six years now, Lake Raunch is nothing but a dried-up lakebed. Like the Nevada Salt Flats only much, much smaller. Without any land speed-record cars blasting across it. Hell, I could probably throw a softball from one side of the former Lake Raunch to the other. The only liquid to be found was a teaspoonful of cum in a recently spent condom at lake's near edge. As I knelt there in the nude, my balls hanging down, my wide ass exposed, a complete stranger came up behind me and asked: "What you doing?" "Examining Lake Raunch." "Fuck the lake. Want to go dutch on a room?" It was an odd sensation but I felt wanted. For an hour, anyway. Snake Eyes told me he was thinking about franchising. He'd already scouted out a number of other locations within the state, as well as in several adjoining southern states. So get ready shooters: a rifle range/gay sex farm called the 2nd Amendment may be coming your way soon! The Second Arabian Night I enter your tent the next night to find you brushing your beautiful hair. You have just bathed and smell of flowers. I step behind you and unwrap your body protected by towel. You look at me in the reflection of the mirror and smile at me; approvingly and knowingly. I bend down and kiss your head as a parent might to a child in adoration. I smell your hair. Mmmmmm, so nice. I see makeup and more on the desk in front of you. You have clearly spent some time preparing yourself for this encounter. But I am early.... You are happy. I lift the hair from the back of your neck and kiss you here with full lip. The brush is removed from your hand as I take your hand and lead you to join me on the bed. Acting bothered you roll your eyes as I direct you to bring the skin lotion scented with citrus. I place you on the corner of the bed. You look at me satisfied with my appearance. I am wearing a white rayon pajama shirt that bears much of my shoulders and allows viewing of the hair on my chest. My baggy white pants match. You reach to me and gently rub the back of your hand across my chest hair. Wordless you are still smiling at me and I return the sentiment. You are wearing only small white panties. I kneel and spread your legs with my warm hands and rub my face against your Mound of Venus; Back and forth with each cheek and harder with my nose. I smell your essence. I am instantly aroused. But I am not here this evening to deflower you. My mind is focused elsewhere. I remove the cap form the bottle of lotion and squirt some in my hand. I take your hand and see the candy red polish that would you have me believe it is blood drawn from my back previously. I address each finger and between. I massage your palm and wrist and lower arm. I move up toward your shoulder and you are shy at the tissue under your upper arm. I kiss it to show you approval. As I do this I notice your are cleanly shaven under your arm. I repeat the caress on the other arm. I then take your left leg in my hand and place your foot on my chest. I take the lotion and spread it across your soft and silky leg. You cringe from the chill as goose bumps rise from the smoothness of your skin. You giggle in child like fashion. I apologize and continue my work. I rub my hands up and down your calf. I squeeze your calve and feel the tone of muscle. I make sure that above and below your leg is well cared for. I then move to your foot. I look at your ankle and toes and the contour of the slope of your arch. I close my hands over and under your foot and rub and rub. You are very relaxed now and you lay back on the bed giving me a beautiful view of your muff. I can see the vertical entrance of your scabbard that has engulfed and protected my sword before. I recall it's texture. "MMMmmmm." I miss it so. I make sure that each toe has individual attention as I appreciate the time it must have taken to make this appendage so beautiful and feminine. I repeat the ritual on your other leg and foot. I then move to your thighs and you raise yourself to watch me like a kitten who has become aware of some one close to it's bowl and are ready to explore the intention. I warm the lotion by rubbing between my hands and I move my hands up on top of your thighs just to the lip of your cotton panty. I then bring my hands down to your knee. Then behind your knees I place a gob of lotion and massage the underside of your leg behind the knee. You are surprised at the intensity of sensation this has elicited. I use my finger as if I had penetrated your womanhood with pressure and sensitivity. Perhaps a foreshadow. I move to your upper thighs close to your labia and pour on the lotion which makes you jump. Yes, it is cold and I want your momentary tenseness. I squeeze your thighs with my wrists crossed so as to grip your thighs well. I then move my hand up and down your right thigh moving close and closer to your inner most thigh. I stop just short of pushing aside the cover. I repeat the process on the other thigh. I then have you lay on your stomach so I may access your back. I straddle just behind your butt stealing glances. I am grinning to myself. I begin on your back. I apply deep pressure to every inch on your back and spend a good portion of the lotion here. I am thorough and complete. I notice how feminine and absolutely beautiful your back and shoulders are. I run my hands down from the top of your spine through your lower back and finally to small of your back. My arms and hands tire from the effort. You writhe with contentment and softly moan. I take a break and lay on top of you. My head next to yours and my body covering you like a warm blanket. My erection is conveniently placed between your legs but unable to penetrate. You move a bit to position yourself to better feel the contour of my cock. A few moments pass and I remove myself and have you sit up. I sneak behind you and spread my legs around you with my arms beneath your shoulders and hands on your shoulders. I work my way down across your delicate collarbones and to your breasts now swollen with anticipation. I cross each simultaneously barely touching the nipple now erect and casting shadow. Gentle becomes firm and I eventually grope. I feel like a big dumb guy as I squeeze. You place your hands over mine and lay your head back on my shoulder so I can kiss your neck and squeeze my hands upon you. I kiss your neck and cheek and again smell you hair. I then move my hands down to your stomach. I gently pinch your pouch and you, again, are shy. This time I do not kiss the skin but with my middle finger move from the dip just below your Adams apple between your breasts down and into your tantalizing navel. You giggle. I begin to cover your stomach with lotion that I imagine could be my cum after you have taken care of me. The image excites me. I then lift your pure white panty and slide my right hand down to feel your bush. It is warm, moist, and soft. I rub it gently and begin to move one finger deeper into the bush searching for an opening. This is not difficult as you are wet with anticipation. I quickly find the faucet that need only be turned on to release the wetness. I touch it and tease it. You are beginning to melt into my chest. You cover my hand with yours and press harder at first and then enter your own panty with right hand and direct two of my fingers deep within you. You press my hand deeper inside you and in and out and in and out and in and out. You lean back with head resting upon my left shoulder so that I may watch. You rub your head and hair against my face and neck like a kitten purring with love and affection. You moan with enjoyment. I instinctively grab your breast with my free hand and squeeze it as you coach and teach. I am an eager and willing student. You remove your hand from the zone and offer it to my mouth so I that may sample your nectar. I eagerly engulf your wet fingers and clean them with my tongue. "Thank you." You then grasp the hand covering your breast and squeeze harder and place your other hand behind my head and run your fingers through my hair. Your back is arched and breasts proudly displayed as I gaze the beautiful bodyscape down your neck between your breasts over the pouch that I love to pinch with my lips and to my fingers addressing your clitoris and vagina. You meet the contour of my body with yours as if two pieces of a puzzle fitting together perfectly and creating a mosaic of tenderness. You request a motion faster and more firm. I oblige. You are hot and wet and close to orgasm. I continue as my hands and arms are fatigued from the hour and more of bodily stimulation I have given you. "I will not stop until you are satisfied. I promise." Finally, I know you are close. Your body is tensing and your skin turns to rose with flush. Your lips engorged and breasts heaving and moist with sweat your pleasure arrives intensely and with no shame. You exclaim, "UUUUUHHhhhh," inhale and again, "UUUUHHHHhhhh". I can feel the waves come across your vagina as my finger check your inner pulse and contractions. Quickly and unexpectedly a milky white fluid is ejected from your vagina. It startles me but I am not distracted. I continue the care and attention to your pleasure. The fluid is warm and silky in texture as it covers my fingers and drips beyond your panty. It now covers your bush and labia and panty and my hand and fingers. You don't blush but take my own hand from your package and turn to me. You smile seductively and place my fingers covered with your juice in my mouth. I submit. The taste is unique. I have not known this before. I savor it. I want more. I move in front of you and bow, as if in worship. I seek to sink my mouth into your hot wet juicy peach with my lips and tongue. I wish to clean this mess with my mouth and twice recheck my work. But you will not have this. You lift my head. You stand up and face me. You kiss me passionately with hands gently placed on my pistol and magazine and then step back removing your panty stained and wet with your orgasm and ejaculation. You toss it at me offering that I leave until tomorrow night. You withhold from me and tease me implying that if I wish to taste you again this eve I must lap up your soiled panty. If I want to have you I must settle for your memory in pleasuring myself within the envelop of your soiled panty. You vixen!