EXTRACT FOR
The Strokerville Chronicles - Volume 1
(Author Unknown)

	Mrs. Allister stuffed another forkful of medium-rare chopped sirloin into her mouth as she glared angrily across the dining table at the company that she and her husband entertained during this particular evening's meal.  The daggers in her eyes remained specifically fixated on the scraggly young man occupying the chair next to her daughter; on Emily's on again, off again, monumentally unscrupulous boyfriend Morty.

	Mrs. Allister had disapproved of Morty ever since the first day that her well-to-do, college bound daughter Emily dragged his welfare recipient, ripped blue jean covered ass across the threshold of the front door of the gated estate that the Allister family called home.  And now, just like so many times before, Mrs. Allister found herself having to tolerate this degenerate's presence; in her home; at her pristine dining table, while the four of them enjoyed a meal, simply to appease her hyperemotional daughter.  Emily had been known to break out into uncontrollable fits at even the slightest hint of her mother's disapproval of the gentleman that she claimed to be head over heels about.

	Her husband, Peter, didn't seem to have any qualms about Morty.  Then again, as long it kept Emily from erupting into one of her all too familiar tantrums, he could tolerate anything.

	Mrs. Allister stuffed another forkful of food into her mouth and yanked out the sterling utensil as she stared across the table at the couple who were too busy smiling and giggling into each other's faces as they chewed their meal to notice her piercing eyes.  She sure noticed them though.  Mrs. Allister also continued to take notice of the fact that Morty rarely had both of his hands visible above the white cloth covered table at any given time.  Whenever they were both present for her viewing pleasure, Mrs. Allister noticed that his ten digits suddenly began paying a lot more attention to the duo of warm rolls on his plate.

	Was he just that stupid or did he really not expect her to catch on to the way that he constantly maneuvered the mounds of bread around in his fingers once they were all visible above the table?  She watched as he and her daughter shared quiet laugh after quiet laugh as he toyed with the bread, no doubt further flavoring the butter coated concoctions with the juices that he'd gathered up after fiddling with her daughter's snatch under the table time and again before taking a bite out of each morsel.

	True, it could have all just been her imagination taking up torturing her where her daughter, along with her exceptionally bad taste in men, had left off, but it was highly unlikely.  Mrs. Allister could tell.  Just looking at them over there sitting across from her; the disgusting bliss that enraptured them.  She could tell.

	Although their family's dining experience had ended hours ago, Mrs. Allister could still taste the bitterness in her mouth after having to suffer through yet another meal with that despicable piece of vermin.  The mere thought of his wretchedness suddenly alerted her to the fact that even though dinner was over she had yet to witness Emily showing her guest to the door.  Such a thought spurned her into action and Mrs. Allister abandoned her husband in the sitting room where the two currently resided and forced her to explore the home for any likely recesses where her daughter and her culprit of a boy toy may have gotten off to.

	Much to her satisfaction and regret, Mrs. Allister found her search extremely short lived.  Taking hold of the knob attached to the door of one of the T.V. rooms on the second floor of the home, Mrs. Allister slowly pushed open the barrier to the sound of her daughter's sweet voice wafting out into the hallway where she stood.

	"I don't know.  Are you sure about this?" she heard Emily say.

	Continuing to move the door open wider, Mrs. Allister found her jaw dropping wide as she took in the sight of her daughter's bare naked posterior.  She was leaning forward over the couch she stood in front of, using her outstretched hands to brace herself against the back cushion.  Morty was standing behind her and Mrs. Allister soaked in the view of his lean and naked body, completely beside herself with disbelief, given what she was, at the moment, baring witness to.

	She watched in silence as the scraggly, naked young man keeping her daughter company turned up his right palm and filled it with a clear gel that he emptied from the tube he held.  Mrs. Allister was then left to stand there and listen as Morty coaxed her daughter into relaxation while coating the stiffening shaft between his legs with the lubricant.  From where Mrs. Allister stood she had a clear view of the devilish grin that Morty wore on his face as he reached out his left hand and pressed his fingers into the soft flesh of Emily's left ass cheek.  With a gentle push, Morty spread her cheeks apart while stepping in closer to her.

	Mrs. Allister couldn't deny the small amount of admiration and pleasure that she reveled in while watching Morty run his lubed over palm up and down the solid shaft that he held clutched in his fist, but when he lowered the hilt and began stroking the wet, blood engorged head of his cock over the puckered opening of Emily's ass, she caught herself doing all she could to remain silent as she sucked in a deep gasp of breath.

	He couldn't possibly be on the verge of doing what Mrs. Allister could tell by looking at his smirking face that he could no longer wait to do.

	Emily belted out a shrieking cry as Morty pulled back on her hips while at the same time he plunged the entire slippery wet length of himself into her backside.  Mrs. Allister's brow crinkled up into a frown as she watched Morty take hold of Emily by each fleshy hemisphere of her ass before quickening the pace with which he thrust into her.  She watched her daughter lurch forward a time or two only to be pulled back into the pelvis pummeling against her.  Listening to her cries that struggled to drown out the groaning coming from Morty, Mrs. Allister imagined Emily instinctively attempting to clutch closed her once virginal anal canal against the force of each one of Morty's penetrating movements.  Undoubtedly she was finding such an effort wasted on the extensively greased over tool that Morty continued to shove into her.

	Something had to be done about this, Mrs. Allister thought.

	Taking hold of the doorknob, she quietly pulled the door closed to the sound of her daughter's whines and Morty's commentary in regards to his impending release.

	Emily bounded up from the diving board and came splashing down into the heated water of the pool.  Letting her eyes drift away from her daughter as she walked, Mrs. Allister made her way over to the cabana.  She stepped through the door and closed it behind her just as Morty was about to walk outside and join Emily for a noonday dip in the pool.

	"Mrs. Allister," he said, surprised to see her standing there.

	"Hello...Morty," she said in a snotty tone, letting her eyes roam over his body from the tip of his black matted hair, down to the swim trunks that he wore, to the floor, and back up again.

	"Is there something I can do for you?" he said to her.  She watched as he made a piss poor attempt to hide the fact that he was leering at her small, black, two-piece bikini covered body.

	"Yes," she answered him, taking a step in his direction.  "You can do something for me.  For starters, you can stop seeing my daughter."

	"What?" he said, amazed at what she was saying to him.

	"You heard me.  I want you to stop seeing my daughter."

	"Stop seeing Emily?  I don't understand.  Why would I want to do something like that?"

	"Well, watching the pleasure you took in cumming up her ass the previous night, I can imagine why you'd be reluctant to simply pack up and walk away."  She looked him in the eye as the astonishment overwhelmed his face.  "So I'll make you this offer.  You lay off of Emily and I'll make sure that it's worth your while."

	"Meaning..." Morty said, still unsure as to what her true motives were.

	Mrs. Allister reached a hand up behind her and undid the string holding her top together.  A bright wide smile stretched across Morty's face as he watched the black material concealing the two bulging globes atop her chest fall away to the floor.  He was beside himself with disbelief.  Both palms out in front of him, he lunged at the vision in front of him only to be halted by one of her rising palms.

	"Not so fast," she said to him.  "Do we have a deal?"

	"I don't know.  Emily's sure going to be some kind of upset."

	Mrs. Allister could see by the way his eyes refused to leave her chest that Emily's feelings couldn't be further from his mind.  She took hold of the elastic around the top of his shorts and jerked them down to the middle of his thighs.  "Don't worry.  I'm sure she'll get over it."  She wrapped her palm around the thickening strip of flesh that she'd exposed and began to stroke her hand across it until it swelled to capacity.  Lowering herself into a squat, Mrs. Allister wasted no time in stuffing every inch of the trembling mass into the warmth of her mouth and pulling it out again to the sound of Morty's overtly pleased moans.

	Taking hold of her by the side of her head, he eagerly assumed control of the situation and began jutting his pelvis back and forth in front of her face.  Mrs. Allister listened to him bellow out her name until his words finally melded into a low groan.  Arching her neck back, she pulled his twitching rod out of her mouth and turned her eyes up to his.  She pumped her fist over his erection and watched the expression on his face crinkle and straighten as he emptied out the contents of his balls across her chest.  Suckling on his sagging meat once more, she considered their deal officially sealed.



***

	Morty climbed out of bed the next morning leaving Emily where she silently lay as he sought out other areas of the home.  He quickly found his way into the bedroom belonging to Mr. and Mrs. Allister.  Mr. Allister had already left for the office by now, leaving the Mrs. to wallow alone in the large bed amidst the mass of twisted sheets.

	Morty pulled back the covers concealing her body to reveal the red silk pee jays that Mrs. Allister slumbered in.  She continued to remain unconscious even as he climbed onto the bed and straddled the back of her legs, placing the palms of his hands against the two voluptuous humps of her ass.  He pressed down hard as he fondled her but she had yet to awaken.  Morty pushed up the bottom hem of the top she wore to reveal the elastic band holding the pajama pants up around her waist.  Sliding those down, he marveled at the sight of her voluptuous ass as well as the fact that she still had yet to awaken.  Hoisting himself up onto his knees, he pushed down the shorts that he wore, freeing his growing hard-on.

	At first Mrs. Allister assumed that it was her husband's restlessness that sought to rouse her from her sleep until she moved further into consciousness and began to realize what was happening to her.  She felt a cool breeze wafting across the bare skin of her ass and lifted her head up off of the pillow, turning around just in time to watch Morty press his morning wood up between her legs.

	"Morty!" she called out to him.  Her voice soon melted into a gasp as he penetrated the warm folds between her hips and forced himself up into her wet opening.  "Morty, what are you doing?"  His only response was to simply keep calling out her name as he began to slap the front of his pelvis against her ass.