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Livin' In the Country

Chapter 17

				Livin' In the Country


				   Chapter 17


	It seems that Philo had been raised in a fairly normal family, which was
not intimidated at all by the subject or performance of sex, provided it was
done safely and lovingly. Unfortunately as he grew older and began to encounter
the world that existed beyond his family, he discovered to his amazement that
sex was something not to be discussed in polite society or for that matter even
acknowledged until one came of age. This coming of age thing really bothered the
hell out of him since no two people had the same idea of what this age was, and
what constituted "coming". Having been gifted with a high level of native
intelligence through some mutation that must have occurred many generations
previous, Philo managed to accommodate himself to this rather schizophrenic view
of things sexual. He merely ignored those "facts" that seemed to make no logical
sense, and did as he damn well pleased, using his family view of things as his
guideline.

	On occasion this did cause some trouble such as the time he and Jenny
Watson did a bit more than play doctor. Then there was the matter involving
himself and old Mrs.Longwell who had been a widow for some number of years, but
still remembered what it was like to have this warm bundle of manhood now and
then tapping her on the shoulder, especially in the dead of night, to suggest
that the two of them engage in a merging of the loins. Having never been with a
woman of her senior status, Philo jumped at the chance to further his education
in this vital matter. Things went very well for some months until a peeping tom
got a look at the two of them going at it, and blew the whistle. It was settled
out of court, shall we say, but Mrs.Longwell had to promise to avoid any social
contact with Philo until he reached his majority, which in his state was
eighteen.

	There were other events during his college days, his time at NASA and
the lengthy periods he spent gaining all manner of advanced degrees. Philo was
content with the accommodation between himself and the outside world when it
came to matters sexual. Then there was his epiphany in outer space, or
technically speaking, low earth orbit. Philo was proud of his achievement, damn
proud, but unfortunately he could not reap the benefits or accolades that might
have accrued to him in a more sane society, one not so enmeshed in the bonds of
the past that extended back to those sexually repressed souls who originally
settled this great nation.

	He, like most of his astronaut peers, had heard the stories of what
effect the moon had on some of those blessed with the opportunity to walk upon
this barren hunk of rock. However it came as a distinct surprise, or perhaps
shock would be more accurate, when  Philo Plankton had to face up to the fact
that having sex in outer space had affected him irrevocably. The rest, as they
say, is history. Philo was on a crusade to bring the rest of the country back
into something resembling a safe haven when it came to the issue of sex. He
hoped to do this through his company E-cubed. Unlike his peers in the smut
business, Philo had the energy, intelligence and financial clout to make things
happen. He was bound and determined to produce porn for cable. His stuff would
not be the vapid, teaser type that played in the early mornings, but full
contact, down and dirty sex for the masses boadcast in high fidelity sound
during prime time.

	The breadth of his vision was awe inspiring. However to me what he was
trying to accomplish already existed in many portions of this great land. It was
part and parcel of what living in the country was all about. I felt sorry that
the poor man had never gone back to his roots. Kansas was part of the country,
always was, always would be. It's just that folks didn't make a big, damned deal
about such things as sex out of wedlock and the like. It was merely accepted as
part of the development process, no big damned deal! I was hard pressed not to
tell my employer, friend and sometimes mentor this fact. I deferred however
since I realized he was too wrapped up in his own vision of what was right and
proper to take off his own blinders and take a good look at what was going on
around him.

	I was still ruminating on the little exposition he had just presented,
when he abruptly changed the conversation to address the reason that I had made 
this arduous trek to the strange world of the Left Coast. His opening remark
made little sense to me until he translated it into words that I could
understand. "I just got your test results back from the lab. I'm happy to tell
you that you're free of all sexually transmitted diseases that they normally
screen our actors and actresses for, and in addition you show no signs of any
type of HIV infection. In a word, you are clean and are authorized to perform as
required by your current employer, E-cubed. On the other issue I have to say
that the news is not as good. Your sperm count was well above average for a
person your age, but there is a motility issue. According to what I know of this
characteristic your condition has probably been with you since birth. I am truly
sorry to have to break this news to you like this, but the truth must be said."

	The word "motility" had no meaning for me. Was it some kind of a disease
I had? If so, was it fatal or debilitating? What did it have to do with whether
or not all those kids Rhonda kept having were mine or someone else's? My mind
was in a quandry, so I blurted out my fears for Philo to ponder. He gave me 
this halfway smile and those laser eyes lit up, preparing to perhaps zap me out
of my misery. "Your tadpoles can't swim, they can barely float." His words
continued to confound me. "What the hell do tadpoles have to do with this
motility you just mentioned?" I cried out in desperation. Philo shook his head
and looked at me as if I were the family pet; something to love and give love,
but dumb as a post.

	"Your sperm do not have the ability to swim upstream to reach the
woman's egg. Motility is just a fancy word for being able to move. Your sperm
don't swim, they barely float. It would take a major miracle for one of those
sinkers to somehow make it up Rhonda's birth canal and fasten itself to one of
her fertile eggs. Now I do have some ideas for a method by which we might be
able to artifically inseminate your wife with your sperm and in that manner
allow you two to become parents, but even that might be a long shot and I really
don't want to tear myself away from my next production. By the way, there is a
part for you in this one as a stunt cock. It's called "Sperm Splattered Sluts"
and you'd be perfect."

	My world began to whirl and I held out my empty glass towards Philo,
unable to speak. He understood and quickly refilled my glass with more of that
wonderful amber fluid that had the power to calm and even comfort those who
imbibed it in the proper spirit. I had much to ponder now. Rather than overload
my sorry self with even more concerns and options, I chose the bliss of
forgetfulness. The next morning I paid the price for my indiscretion, but at the
time it seemed like the right thing to do.

	Once I sobered up and got rid of the hangover, I resolved to take my
time about what to do with the information that Philo had given me. So to wile
away the time before things coalesced in my mind, I threw myself into supporting
Philo's latest production, the aforementioned "Sperm Splattered Sluts". Unlike
the last few videos he had turned out, this one was sort of lean on plot, but
fat, very fat with new faces and figures, all taking enormous amounts of the
white stuff all over those shiny new targets.

	Philo was planning a new, point of view (POV) approach that involved the
use of multiple cameras, slow motion and split screens that showed the money
shot from a variety of very interesting angles, including head-on. This latter
view was the product of his technical genius. It was a microcamera that fit
neatly within the hairdo, head band or whatever tiny area deemed necessary to
provide the full effect on the actress, also known as ground zero, taking a load
of cum from point blank range. In fact, "ground zero" and "point blank" had been
a couple of the titles that had been kicked around before it was decided that
they were a bit too pretentious for a video of this type.

	We were holding wet run auditions all over the building. It seemed that
almost every room contained a number of semi-naked young things on their knees
doing their level best to assist the stunt cock in producing sufficient
quantities of the white stuff to show off their ability to absorb the blast and
come away smiling as they licked the remnants from their kissers and tried to
look as if they had enjoyed it. I had to admit that looking as if one had just
enjoyed being buried in cum did take some acting skill.

	Late in the day I got my second chance to audition a sweet young thing.
My first target was a jaded high school dropout with enough tattoos to start her
own studio. She was a bit deficient in the tit department as well, and had to be
reminded to smile once she had sucked me to the point that I could finish the
task with a half dozen or so strokes while she waited, looking totally bored by
it all. I have no idea what her name was, but I do know that she was among the
group that were found  wanting for a role of this depth and complexity. I strode
into the tiny cubicle that  housed this latest debutante and ran smack into my
seatmate from Oklahoma, CC.

	At first Connie Cunny didn't recognize me. I had to, in a sense,
reintroduce myself to her and even then her reaction was less than what I had
expected. My inquiry concerning the health and well-being of Jake created a dark
look that slowly crossed her features. It seems that her helpmate from the bus
had used her badly and left once he had drained her of her financial resources
and she had turned down his offer to become her pimp in exchange for half her
earnings. Currently she was slinging hash at an all night diner and rooming with
another unfortunate such as herself who had come to La-La Land to make her
fortune, and failed miserably before she could even begin. This was her last
shot at fame and fortune before she gave up her dream and started saving up for
a bus ticket back to Oklahoma. She was astonished to discover that I had
succeeded in the very industry that she had set her mind on for the past five
years.

	I explained to CC what was expected of her, and she swiftly removed her
blouse and bra to reveal those magnificent mammaries, now dotted with what
looked to be burn marks overlaid by some major league bruises, both part of the
going away party that Jake threw for her. It lasted some two days and nights
during which she accommodated the needs of about two dozen gentlemen who had
paid Jake a finder's fee to introduce them to her. They introduced themselves to
every hole she possessed, and most of them did it more than once during that
marathon gangbang. To incentivize her to expend the energy required to show
these upstanding members of the male kingdom the best she had to offer, Jake
took to extinguishing his cigarettes on her tits and using them as punching bags
whenever her attention to her customers' needs flagged. That had taken place
three weeks ago. I felt truly sick over what had befallen this once bubbling
young lady with a dream. If truth be told, there was no way I could develop an
erection considering what I now knew about this unfortunate young woman.

	CC dutifully waited as I excused myself and sought out Philo to ask a
favor. It took some time to get his ear, but within a minute Philo added a new
member to his production staff, one Connie Cunny. I returned to where CC still
knelt, waiting for her chance to become gainfully employed in the industry she
had dreamed about working in for those many years. I had the happy task of
breaking the news to her that as of today she had been taken on as a member of
the production staff at E-cubed, an opportunity that many in the industry would
have killed for if given the chance. The look of bewilderment that came across
her face made me sad; the poor dear didn't even know that her ship had come in.
If she worked hard, who knows what position she might hold in a matter of
months. All one had to do was look at my meteoric rise to my current exalted
position as a stunt cock. It is interesting to finally realize, as I did at this
moment, that the very water you are swimming in has begun to pollute your being
to the point that your values have mutated into something monstrous.

	For the next week I immersed myself in the details of getting this
technically advanced porn video finished. I am proud to say that three of the
thirty-odd money shots were from yours truly. Even though I hadn't spent any
significant amount of time weighing the pros and cons of staying in La-La Land
or returning to that portion of the country where I had been born and raised, it
became apparent that my trek had borne fruit and it was now time to return to my
roots. I would go back to my home and hearth a better man, one who had some
scores to settle and ledgers to bring into balance.

	Philo did not act surprised when I informed him of my decision and
expressed my everlasting thanks for what he had done for me. He gave me a
knowing grin and a thumbs up sign. "Give em hell. Just remember when you get
back home to make sure that your life is what you want it to be, not some
compromise that will make you weak and easily managed by those around you. As
for myself, I'll continue my crusade to raise the level of consciousness of this
great nation concerning the power and benefits of being open to things sexual. I
know it will be a long struggle, but I'll enjoy every minute of it, because this
is what I was created to do. By the way I am acknowledging, in the credits, your
assistance in the production of "Sperm Splattered Sluts". If you leave your
address with my assistant, Ms. Cunny, I shall have a copy sent to you for your
edification and amusement. While I'm on the subject of Ms. Cunny, she is very
interested in meeting with you this evening to, as she puts it, deliver on an
unfulfilled promise. I know nothing more than that." From the twinkle in his
beady eyes I knew he was fibbing, but I forgave him for being human.

	My objective for my meeting with CC was to leave as friends, two people
from the country who had made the perilous journey to La-La Land and survived
the experience. Her agenda was a bit more ambitious, and being the gentleman
that I always thought I should be, I went along with her plans for the evening
and was a better man for it. Her outstanding tits were prominently displayed
courtesy of a shelf bra she had liberated from wardrobe. I was delighted to
observe that the cigarette burns and bruises were fading away, soon to be
nothing more than an unpleasant memory. Her matching bikinis framed her second
best feature which peeked out from the sheer covering that did nothing to shield
those twin mounds of pink that guarded her private place. I was transfixed by
this amazing display of firm youthful flesh and for a change was struck
speechless. The rest of our evening together will remain within our hearts and
minds as a wonderful keepsake, not to be exposed to the judgement of others.

	Suffice to say I had some wonderful memories to warm me as the bus
returned me to whence I had come some many weeks ago. In a sense it seemed as if
I had been away for half a lifetime, because I had learned so much about things
that did not exist in the world of the country folk. Always the class act, Philo
Plankton arranged for me to be driven to the bus stop in downtown La-La. So it
was that I completed the first portion of the circle that would be full once I
arrived back in the country. I would like to regale everyone with the stories
associated with my trip back across the nation's heartland, but there is little
to tell. I had various seatmates, both men and women, but none proved to be very
gregarious, all of them uniformly wrapped in their own thoughts and dreams. Then
late in the evening on the second day of the trip I returned to my place in the
universe and was at last happy and satisfied with my situation in this place. I
had put the time on the bus to good use. I now had a plan to right some wrongs
and bring order from the chaos that had nearly overwhelmed me. I could hardly
wait to get home and confront my faithless wife.


				Another Epilogue

	To those readers who indulged me as I wandered from the main path of the
story, my thanks. Be advised that henceforth I am returning my protagonist to
his roots and devil take the hindmost. Naturally he will have to reach some type
of accommodation with his faithless wife and her brood, none of whom are related
in any way to him. This is good and then again, not so good, but I'm sure it
will be entertaining as he deals with the female members of Rhonda's family.

	He also has the matter of settling the score with one Mimi Marlowe, who
will now come center stage, and not just for a few minutes either. First and
foremost is the issue of the arrangement she made to provide the Tolliver twins,
Terri and Traci, in exchange for the opportunity to use Marty and Marie. That
has been rather one-sided to this point, and will be rectified, you can be sure
of that. Then there is the matter of what's to become of Marty and Marie; that
will prove to be another element that comes front and center. Let's not forget
that May and Mabel also have to come correct. Add to this stew Mimi's harem, and
a few other characters that have been festering in my deranged mind, and you
have the recipe for many more interesting chapters of Livin' In the Country. So
hang on tight, and whatever you do, don't look down!



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