When I realized what Chloe’s lusty stare, sensuous smile, and her strong feminine posture meant to me, it was too late for me to back out. Without realizing what my own body posture was conveying, I had just sat down, looking at the floor, searching my soul for answers to how I was ever going to reconcile the humiliation that I was undoubtedly going to experience with the man that I liked to think I am. I had no answers, but fortunately for me Chloe did. I was vaguely aware of her movement when she was standing beside me. I looked up at her as she warmly smiled and then in one athletically graceful motion she was crouched in front of me, taking my face gently in both of her soft slender hands whispering, “This is not about humiliation Jake, this is about being able to experience intense sensuality. It’s not about pain, it’s about pleasure. It’s not about domination, it’s about surrender; surrender to love and of sharing love. Jake…this is an incredibly intimate form of foreplay that will set us up for the most amazing climax that you’ve ever experienced. Trust me baby, I want you for the man that I know you are. This experience will not change you, it will only give you a new perspective; open your horizons a little more. It will give each of us a small window into our souls.”

She was a compelling woman, not used to hearing “no” and her warm passionate persuasion buoyed my spirit and I knew that I wanted her more than I wanted to leave and go back to the city, so I tightened my gut and rose up using just the strength of my legs bringing her up with me. I put my arms around her and I kissed her full and proper and I brought my voice up from my balls, “So, my sultry heiress, I surrender. Teach me about all about this…what was it you said? Intimate form of foreplay I think you called it.” Then she kissed me…full and proper and whispered in a voice that melted away the last linger of fear, “Oh my love, my love, my Jake; I promise you, from my bottom… (she fought to suppress a giggle)… the bottom of my heart.” I smiled back at her, “Freudian slip, my beautiful novelist?” She turned with a warm smile, and then in a sensually ardent and blisteringly hot manner, took my hand saying, “Well detective, we need to go back to the scene of the crime in order to get an authentic understanding of the dynamics of the area. You know the way so take me by the arm and lead me back up there.” I had but one option and that was to rise to the occasion and so I stood tall and took my lady by the arm and back upstairs we proceeded, with me pronouncing, “We’re off to see the wizard then.” And Chloe looked over at me grinning, “Oh yes my love, we are definitely off to see the wizard!”

INTERMISSION

TRAMP STAMP-Chapter 4-CONTINUED

Van Marin Mansion on Belvedere, 5:15 pm May 5, 1955

All the way up to the 3rd floor, Chloe squeezed my hand and took the initiative to stop to embrace me with open mouth kisses several times, each time whispering things like, “If you only knew how much I really wanted you Jake, you would have real power over me.!” Or, “I want you to stay with me all weekend Jake, I’m addicted to you!” and to assuage any fears that she thought I still harbored about her ‘showing me how she liked to take her enema’ by way of giving it to me, “Oh my love, Jake, my love; I promise to make this as sensual and sexy as you ever imagined.”

We walked into the closet and as she opened up the cabinet doors and I saw the blank spot where the stolen Golden Enema had been stored, she turned to peruse the selection and when she did, rather than stand there like some mongrel waiting to get euthanized, I hugged her from behind kissing her neck while sliding my left hand around her waist and pulling her gorgeous ass in tight to my crotch. That seemed to electrify both of our senses and she stopped in mid reach for her selected enema set. I began to need her…I wanted to kiss her sweet pussy and I began to realize that I need something much more basic; I needed to kiss that beautiful Golden Enema tattoo from the top of the bag all of the way to where the nozzle disappeared…in her-yes it was very sensuous-her tight hairless asshole. Shower first, I thought…yah, we shower first-not last. I lifted her delicate chiffon laced top off of her and her breasts were now bare, but I didn’t linger. I slipped her out of her chiffon skirt next, but before I could bend down to take off her panties, she was turned around began to unbutton my shirt. I helped and bent down to take my shoes and socks off and as I soon as I stood up, she feverishly unbuckled my belt and slid my pants down. I discarded my pants and left them where the fell and the same with my shorts with no interest in hanging anything; except hanging my tongue in her sweet pussy!

We had danced across the room in an erotic frenzy, discarding articles of clothing as we went, until I came up against an up-right covered in fabric that in fact was a custom overhead for the stairs leading down to the 2nd floor. I kneeled down without losing eye contact with her and gently slid my open fingered hands inside her panties and caressed her incredibly sensuous ass and slowly slid her panties down touching her ankles indicating that I wanted her to step out of them. She stooped, steading herself on my shoulder and I pulled her free of her fine black lace. As she stood, I reach both hands up between her legs cupped my hands on both cheeks of her gorgeous ass and pulled her entire vulva to my waiting lips and began to eagerly devour her sumptuous nectar. Her scent was driving me into a type lust I had never known myself capable of. Her legs thrust forward as she put both of her hands on the side of my head and began to moan as she slowly ground into me. Her mouth was agape as she looked into my eyes, in a mixture of surprise, ecstasy, and love in a quirkily building momentum that told me that she wanted more, but she really liked this. I slowly moved my fingers to spread her tight butt so that I could reach a finger through to her pussy slick so that I could lubricate the finger that I was going to begin to rub her tight starfish with. This only spurred her to bend her legs more to give me better access to her. She writhed in passion as she felt my touch in her most delicately sensual spot. I gently drew slow small circles and then, I felt my erection temper into life, as if spring steel had been somehow inserted, as she actually forced herself back on my finger in longer thrusts alternatively feeding me the majesty of her beautiful pussy and wanting to get my finger up inside of her tight delicate ass. She was actually doing most of the work and as beads of sweat formed on her face, she grunted as my finger broke through her as she pushed to open herself for me. I was inside her to my first knuckle and had her delicate clit between my lips sucking on her; she was about the size of a pencil eraser and very sensitive-too sensitive for the roughness of the tongue. “Push it all the way in”, she commanded breathlessly, and I obeyed her lust, and pushed my finger into her as far as I could go!

Suddenly she held me tight to her and with the force of my finger up her and my hands clutching her butt also holding her tight to me, her head flew back and she let out a series of screaming moans as her body became erotically spasmodic. A warm liquid filled my mouth that was not her urine, but some thinly viscous fluid that flowed from her pussy that was mildly acidic and tasted surprisingly good. I swallowed it and realized that she had just ejaculated! I had no idea that a woman could do that; her orgasm was more intense than I have ever witnessed in a woman and I was amazed that she was able to focus that level of energy into transporting herself into sheer rapture. Her legs quivered and her torso shook violently, but I kept my open mouth covering her entire vulva as my tongue darted in and out of her now open pussy, the last of her juices filling another mouthful.

My knees were raised up and she collapsed on me in a heap with her head on my chest and with my finger still buried deep into her nether region, as she struggled to get her breath and control her breathing. Both of my arms were buried under her as she finally looked into my eyes with a smile and then looked between her legs and flexed herself around and on my finger and then in an uncharacteristically guttural voice, uttered, “You continually amaze me, Jake. I am pleasantly surprised…well sorry that was a massive understatement…I am ecstatic!” then she laughed a hearty laugh and then cooed, “That was so wonderful Jake, oh my Jake my love; just wonderful! I…I never” she gasped and took a deep breath, “I never felt anything like that before” she gasped again and took another deep breath, “I actually…oh baby I came in your mouth… I’m so…” I immediately interrupted her, “Don’t even think you’re going to apologize for that Chloe. That was the most erotically charged moment of my life!”

Once I realized that she was rapidly recovering from the physically demanding orgasm that she had descended into, I wanted to maintain the high ground and I forced her upwards with the thrust of my arms with my hands on her butt, tightened my abs and with all my strength rose up, took her in my arms and kissed her. She responded with much more enthusiasm than I figured I had any right to expect. I whispered in her ear, “I want you in the shower sweetheart; I have a certain desire toward that erotic tattoo on your behind.” She gave me a demurred look and as we passed the still open closet door, I reached in to pick up the particular enema set that I knew that she was going to reach in to get before I took her off of her game plan. I thought ‘how hard could it be to give this beauty an enema, especially if she wants it.’

As we walked into the bathroom and I started the shower, I felt the warmth of her lovely body on my back, and as she embraced me from behind I felt her breasts press into my back. Just that quick, my momentum was arrested, as she said, “Listen, my love, listen to me. This is really important.” I said, “I hear you baby, what’s on your mind.” She spoke with emotion that was mixed with erotic sensuality and love, yes it was unmistakable love, but her words were also strangely hypnotic. She was truly a remarkable woman, “Jake, my love, what we are going to do is extremely intimate and…” she seemed to hesitate. “Go on Chloe, you have my full attention”, I said. She was almost apologetic again, “Honey your only experience has been with…well watching anyway…well a professional whose specialty was anal sex. Honey, I’m a strong woman, but I am physical delicate compared to…what did you say her name was again, Adrianna Silva wasn’t it?” I nodded to mean yes and she continued, “Jake I need you to experience what I’m going to experience so that you’ll realize how special and delicate the love that I plan to give you really is.” I asked her, “What are you trying to get at Chloe?” She cooed, “I’m going to give you this enema, my love, and in the process, I’m going to teach you about all the different ways that I like to take it. Then my sweet Jake, I am going to make love to you up that magnificently tight ass of yours and in that process, I’m going to… suggest, because I’m not sure… but suggest what I think would be the best techniques for you to use on me.” She let that hang in the air, and when I didn’t react she asked, “Does my logic make sense to you Jake?” I turned around through her embrace and our eyes met. Her intensity was extremely compelling and then she put the icing on the cake, so to speak. She put her head on my chest and cooed, “I can’t promise that you will really like it, all I can promise is that you’ll understand and that you’ll learn and when we’re all done, if you say, ‘It’s not for me’, then I’m happy to be your woman…any way that you want me and if you want my…my ass, my love, at least you will know how to satisfy me without hurting me.” I wanted her more than I can ever remember wanting a woman, and I was willing to do this, but I lifted her head up and said, I’ll do this for you honey, but know this…don’t even think about treating me like…” she cut me off, “Oh god no, baby, you’re the best man I’ve ever known. No baby, I’m going to treat you like you’re all man; my man!” I sighed, “Ok, then…I’ll take your lead.”

She turned off the shower, saying that we would take one after our enemas. That surprised me and I was a little more motivated. It looked as though this was to a mutual session. She led me into her luxurious bedroom and then bid me to follow her into the adjoining bathroom, which was done in all marble. She filled the enema from the bathtub saying that there wasn’t enough room in the sink. She showed me how to test the water temperature to make sure it was not too hot, saying “It’s easier and feels better to take it warm than it does when it’s cold.” Then she emptied it and had me fill it and test it. When I said “This is ok”, she took the bag and hose and smiled very alluringly and urged me back into the bedroom. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a stainless steel pendant and hooked it to a small ceiling hook that was painted the same color as the ceiling and almost invisible. Then she hung the bag onto the pendant and then the bag was about 3 feet off of the top of the bed. As she did this she explained the hydraulics and that high flow often equated to pain, which of course was not the object of this exercise. She then pointed out the nozzle and described a standard enema nozzle, a douche nozzle, which was often used for enemas, in juxtaposition to this customized polished aluminum bat shape that was easy to retain, transferred the heat better and produced better feelings when inserted. Next she showed me all of the standard positions to take an enema.

“Which of the positions do you like best, honey?” I asked. She rubbed up against me sideways, pressing into me so that my shoulder was between her breasts, massaging my ass cheeks with her left hand and stroking my cock with her right hand and said, “It depends on what my goal is Jake. If I want to use a big electric vibrator, I’ll lay on my back with my legs bent. If I want to use my fingers a lot of times, I will often put my head down and stick my ass up; I can take a lot that way and it really feels good! If I want to take a nice relaxing enema, I lay down as if I’m going to sleep.” I couldn’t help from being amazed at her sensuous candor and asked, “Have you ever had sex while you took an enema?” She giggled at that and squeezed my cock saying, “No…but I’ve always wanted to…I’ll tell you about my fantasy soon, my love…but before this enema gets cold, I want you to lay down for me.” She patted the bed indicating where she wanted me and she said that I should lie on my stomach. I got up on the bed to lie down and my cock was so hard that I had to consciously bend it up towards my stomach to get it out of the way. Chloe said she was getting some lube out of the night stand and then she said she going to get on the bed with me. I felt her presence and then I felt her lay on top of me; felt the warmth of her body, my nostrils flaring at her scent; her breasts massaging my back; her hips grinding against my ass; her sexy hair hanging down around my neck as she whispered in my ear, “Jake, I’m going to show you that I am the only woman in the world for you. Oh Jake I can only hope that you will learn to need me as much as I need you.” Then I felt her slippery fingers enter the crack of my ass; find their mark; slowly circle teasingly…then enter me. Almost as if this was an out of body experience, I heard myself moan in pleasure. I heard, “Just relax baby, don’t fight me…that’s it, ya sweetheart just enjoy it. That’s right…this about pleasure and right now it’s about me giving you pleasure. This is a real good lubrication, honey and you can’t use too much, meaning be liberal in your application.” I felt her fingers slowly withdraw and then I felt her press the warm nozzle into me as she said, “Don’t clinch down baby…push out just a little…that’s it…there it’s in. How does it feel baby?” I wasn’t sure of how to react. It did feel good in my ass, but I felt…embarrassed that it felt good. Chloe instinctively knew how I was feeling and soothed, “You’re reacting like a normal man, baby. Give 100 normal men an enema the way that I giving it to you and the ones that don’t react like you are feeling right now are too scared to feel anything because they’re paralyzed with fear. Feeling like this is normal Jake. Homosexual men don’t love women, they love other men! LET YOURSELF ENJOY THIS. You owe it to both of us!” I heard a ‘click’ and then…a warm surge. “Oh God; Ah euh…oooh; ya that does feel good.” I sighed. She gradually lifted her weight off of me, but kept massaging me and she would periodical push and pull the nozzle as if she was fucking me with it. I asked, “Is that how you like it, baby?” Her hair totally hung down all around my head as she kissed my earlobe and faintly mouthed “I really love that!” I loved to smell her in close to me. Then she told me to slowly get up on my knees, which I did. Chloe positioned herself under me and pulled me down gently and began to suck on my cock. She was the only woman that has ever freely done this…that I didn’t pay for it. It was obvious that she was doing it out of love. Her lips felt better than a “warm pussy with mild electrodes” and produced tingling sensations that instantly took hold of me. I had to mentally restrain myself from “Gaahhwawd oh Chloe not now baby, I don’t…” “Cum now, why not…not ready to yet…Ok, then let’s try this.” She moved out from under me and then helped me turn over on my back; she massaged my abdomen for a while then she spread my legs and began sucking on my cock again. Suddenly there was an urgency that I never have experienced before. I grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her up, “I need to go!” She helped me up and brought the enema bag into the bathroom with us saying “I was wondering when this was going to hit you. The bag emptied a couple of minutes ago.” “Don’t stay with me please.” I pleaded and she respected my wishes, but said, “Leave the nozzle in until you sit down.”

I had always thought that I had known those that I considered “Full of Crap”, but I never realized that I might actually fit into that category until my girlfriend gave me my first enema. I was absolutely amazed at the sheer volume that my bowels produced and after I was finally done, I experienced a curious euphoria that gave me a form of serenity that I had never experienced. Although, I wasn’t wild about the “need to shit my brains out part”, I could understand why Chloe could be attracted this kind of mental tranquility in the aftermath of her enemas.

When I came out of the bathroom, Chloe was waiting with some anticipation. “How do you feel”, she asked with sparkle in her eyes and an erotic lilt in her voice. We walked toward each other and embraced. She urged, “I need to know, baby, how it was for you?” I smiled at her, in my calmness, and said, “Well it was strange; the first part was hot! But as you filled me, it went from really hot to…God damn Chloe, I’ve never experienced a blow job that felt that good...(She giggled and squeezed me) Then I was suddenly full and that didn’t feel good at all.” “Well, sweetheart, I confess that I opened the clamp to full after you got used to the warm water surge. I wanted you to feel the erotic part, but I also wanted to give you a good enema for your first time because I figured that you needed it” she demurred philosophically. I commented, “I feel really good now”, then I took her in my arms and kissed her full on her lips and when I was through I said, “Now, my lusty heiress, it’s time for your enema; help me prepare it for you.” She walked into the bathroom smiling at me and told me that she was going to show me how to clean up the enema set for the next session. As she was mixing bleach with hot water, she looked up at me, and giddily said, “Best blow-job you ever had, huh? That must have been pretty good coming from an experienced Vice Detective.” I aimed for her gorgeous ass, at the point just below where the tattoo of the golden nozzle disappeared, and gave her a slap! She jumped, dropping the bag in the tub in the process. “What was that for? “She protested in mock pain. I looked at her with and equally mock sternness saying, “I never paid for a girl when I was ‘on the job.’ But sometimes at night…well a man needs…” “You don’t need to justify anything to me Jake! I really wasn’t saying anything disparaging about you…I’m just saying…You really flatter me…and I love it”, she interrupted.

INTERMISION

TRAMP STAMP-Chapter 4-CONTINUED3rd floor, Van Marin Mansion on Belvedere, 7:35 pm May 5, 1955

I held Chloe in a tight embrace for a long moment and then I bent down and finished sterilizing the enema set, giving it a final rinse and then filling it up full for the main event and before I was done, Chloe was behind me clutching my abdomen and caressing my ass. I rose up to my full height, turned around with the full enema bag and as she looked at me, her hair completely covered one eye, while the pale blue eye that I could see was lazy and she had such a sultry look that it cried ‘sex! I need it’; her right hand came away from her pussy and her open fingers brushed my lips with a light sensuous coating that quickened my pulse…and hardened my cock…again. “Take it slow, my love…nice and slow. I am a multi-orgasmic woman. All you have to do is keep gently stoking my fires…and when it’s time for you…the fires will be at their hottest… and then you, my love, will experience pleasures that you never thought that you could be capable of.” Her words were soft, melodic…and they were hypnotic to me…they helped me keep time to her cadence…I was cognizant of trying not to hurry and I knew that if left to my own devices that this whole affair would have degenerated into…well it would have been crude compared to this.

The pendant still hung from the ceiling hook, and I hung the open top bag on it and dipped the nozzle into the bag. I sat down on the bed with her and began to devour her with my lips as I caressed and stoked her all over her thighs, her…oh Christ…her luscious ass, her back and her sexy tits; I reached for the bottle of lubrication on the night stand and squirted a generous dollop on my fingers and reached to put my hand in the sexy cleft of her awesome butt. My lovely new girlfriend sucked in a breath and let out a slow steady moan as she felt my fingers at the door to her most intimate personal area. Chloe was such a classy woman, that I was amazed at how erotic she was in all the areas connected with the ass-hers and mine apparently. She writhed and oscillated slowly in my arms as one…and then two of my slippery fingers slowly penetrated her and I felt her inner body heat…and I felt her heart beat rhythmically with my fingers in her sensuous ass. I looked directly into her eyes, now that I had stroked her hair back and the intense look of love and lust was returned and was immediately gratifying; I knew she was mine, all mine…but I also knew that for the very first time in my life, I was completely captivated. Yes I knew before this night was through, I was going to belong to her-a terrifying, exhilarating, lustful set of emotions that were unfamiliar to me as a single mixed set of feelings. I was going to be fucked in my ass by this beautiful woman all in her attempt to teach me how to give her pleasure, without pain, as I made love to her lovely ass. And the last thing I wanted was to hurt her!

I slowly, reluctantly withdrew my fingers from her warm tight butt and in one fluid motion reached for the nozzle that was still very warm and as I gazed into her eyes I gently pressed the tip at the apex of her erotic asshole. As soon as she felt the touch a sigh and a long amorous moan emitted from her open mouth and then she whispered, “Ya, like that, baby, I like it like that. Real slow and easy…make me feel like it’s your cock going into me.” Remembering how she had teased me about grunting erotically to get something large up her butt, I gently rolled her over on her tummy, and got behind her slowly forcing her legs wide open with my own and after rubbing my cock against her sweet pussy for some moments I slowly slid my cock between her slippery ass cheeks. Her immediate response was supplication. She was ready and I knew that I could have her then…NOW!

Remembering her cadence, what she had said about making the fire hot…well hell…after all she was the one with the graduate degree in fucking! She must know what she’s doing. I whispered “Push out gently baby, grunt a little for me” and as she complied on cue, I deftly and slowly sunk that enema nozzle into my gorgeous lover’s ass like it was my cock…and I left it there without opening the clamp. I started licking and kissing her at the top of her ass cleft slowly kissing my way along her tattoo of the golden enema hose…all the way up to the top of the bag. Then I remembered another thing that she told me and I slowly worked my way back down to the enema nozzle that was slowly pulsating to the beating of her heart…I put my mouth on the end of the tip at the top of the hose, took the nozzle in my teeth; I reached down under her and began to finger her slick pussy…and slowly pulled the nozzle out of her…and then I slowly pushed in back in. I repeated this for some moments and was continually rewarded for my ministrations by an erotic cacophony of moans and cries, occasionally punctuated such utterances like “Aww….GAWWWD, DAAMMMN! Ahww oooh baby, that feels soooohh ggoood!” All of this and I had yet to actually begin to give her the enema! A crazy idea sprang to mind, an impulse really, but it was what Chloe would love, I knew. “Is that the commercial version of the same manuscript that you read this afternoon sweetheart?” Referring to the novel on the opposite night stand. “Uh huh” she uttered. “Why don’t you continue reading me the story…while I make sensuous enema love to you?” I suggested in the best lusty voice that I could muster, which wasn’t difficult in this circumstance. Her reaction was immediate and electric, “Oooh, listen to you baby! That is sooooww HOT! Ya let’s do it.” I got up and handed the book to her. She took it and gave me a look that melted my heart, as she gushed, “Oh Jake, I would have let you take me and I love you so much for waiting. I felt your cock touch me… my…ass…I would have let you…and I really love that you waited.”

Chloe opened the book to the place where she had left off and began to read out loud, as I kissed her body, and gently played with her enema nozzle…and just as she began to read lustily, I opened the enema clamp ever so slightly.

(Jake Dryden noticed the back cover of the novel that Chloe was reading to him. He thought ‘I’ll be damned; she is drop dead gorgeous, sexy and famous taboot. Picture must have been taken a couple years back though, because she actually looks hotter now.’

(Chloe Van Marin is the author of 12 erotic novels that often portray the main characters involved in unusual sexual activities set in majesty of the old American west. This is her 13th installment of the Erotic Adventures of Jake Lyman, Texas Ranger. Miss Van Marin is a graduate of Stanford University, where she earned a Bachelorette in literature and a master’s degree in human Sexuality. Miss Van Marin lives and works on exotic Belvedere overlooking San Francisco Bay. Situated on the Tiburon Peninsula at the southeastern base of Ring Mountain, between Richardson Bay, an offshoot of San Francisco Bay, and the Town of Tiburon, Belvedere consists of two "islands" and the lagoon (Belvedere Lagoon) between them. The larger of the two islands is Belvedere Island, and the smaller one is Corinthian Island, which is shared with Tiburon. Miss Van Marin is a much sought after guest speaker and lecturer and frequently travels around Europe as well as Australia promoting her books and discussing the various aspects of Human Sexuality portrayed in her novels, (much of her work being still censored in the U.S.)

Lyman Rescues a Wagon Load of Lusty Trouble-By Chloe Van-Marin (continued) -East Texas, half way between Dry Creek and Sulfur Springs- June 1878

The second day was long, hard, and dusty and by the time that Lyman led his wagon load of “fallen angels” to a defensible position that was also close to a drinkable water source, it was well after dark. The amorous lust had gone out of the ladies and Lyman was sore and tired too. Yet there was still much work to be done before anyone could turn in.

{(Ooh, baby, my love, my Jake…ah your enema feels so nice,

she interrupted and as she began reading again she found it

more difficult to keep her own sensuous inflections out of the story)}

Lyman picketed the big blue roan, then unhooked the team and picketed each horse separately, as the women set up camp. Then he grabbed all of canteens and started off to the water hole.

Spring called to him, “Wait up Jake, I’ll help you carry them back” “Glad to have your company”, Lyman smiled when she caught up with him. They walked together in silence for a spell, before Spring exasperated, “I declare: this was the longest grittiest day we’ve had in weeks. All the girls are dirty and just dog tired.” “I had to push you all, because this is the only safe place to camp. You ladies worked hard to keep up today, and I’m real proud of you, Spring, for helping them set the pace.” Lyman allowed. They were nearly at the point where Lyman knew the water hole to be when Spring took hold of Lyman’s arm saying, “Damn, Ranger, do you have cat’s eyes or something, how do you see in the dark anyway?” “Well darl’en, I know where I’m going”, stopping and putting his arm around her he pointed to the sky, “See them stars right there? That’s called the Big Dipper and them two bottom stars there are called the Pointers because they both point in a line to Polaris, the North Star; so that’s North. The moon will be up directly and it will be nearly full tonight so in another half hour, or so, we’ll have plenty of light.” As she held on to him tightly, she whispered, “I hate to think where or what would have become of us if you hadn’t come along when you did Jake.” The big Texas Ranger took her in his arms and said, “Don’t you worry your pretty head over it at all, darl’en, I’m gonna make sure y’all get safely to Sulfur Springs.” Jake kissed her, good and proper like, and when she got her breath, she moaned, “Oh don’t Jake, I’m just filthy!” “No, you’re really a lovely woman” Lyman corrected her, but she intently retorted, "No you big mule headed man…I am all sweaty and gritty and…” He kissed her again and grinned, almost laughing said, “Don’t sass me woman, or your liable to find you’re self over my knee with all them nice petticoats up with your bare ass being spanked!” As the moon rise was just breaking, Lyman could see her glaring at him, “You wouldn’t dare! I’m always the…ah, Jake Lyman…no damn you don’t…no!” And with the ease of throwing his saddle on his big horse, the beautiful woman was over his knee with her bare ass up and staring at him. With one light slap, he measured her temperament: she squirmed in his arms and he detected that she might have protested too much. Another, much firmer slap aimed at the lower part of her ass just above her pussy.

{(As Chloe read this, I pulled her enema nozzle out again with

my teeth and then forced it back in again deeper and then I

lightly spanked her, two each on each of her ass cheeks and just

above her pussy. As a result, her reading was punctuated with

her own erotic moans and cries.)}

Spring moaned in erotic supplication and she stuck her ass higher for Lyman to access, crying in passion “Oh Jake Lyman, spank me if you must, damn you, but if you don’t wash me tonight and give me…your manhood… give what I need…I swear I will hit with biggest log I can carry when you’re asleep tonight!” In the rising moonlight her eyes seemed to glow like hot coals as she careened her lovely neck to look back and up at him. Lyman lovingly caressed her perfect white velvet ass, sensing the pungent and intoxicating smell of her pussy juice beginning to ooze from her swollen pouty lips and as he parted her legs to caress her inner thighs, she sighed, “Oh Jake…you…you weren’t supposed to know… I wanted you…I didn’t…ooh Ranger, that feels right nice.” “I’ll do right by you darl’en, don’t you fret none about that anymore.” He drawled, as he helped her up he could tell that she was flushed. She fussed as she put herself in some order, “What am I going to do with you Ranger, now just…” “Oh I’m sure we’ll think of something darl’en” he grinned as he took her hand and helped over the rocks…they were at their destination. As Lyman started filling the canteens, Spring said, questioning his intentions, “How in the world are we supposed to bathe here, Jake, there’s barely enough water to drink?” “It seems that way doesn’t darl’en” Lyman said as he stood erect to explain the terrain to her, “When it does rain in these parts, it comes down in buckets and the area where we’re standing becomes a raging torrent. Now this water here comes all the way from them mountains that we passed this morning and this time of year…” Lyman paused, smiling at her in the rising moonlight, “most of the water flows underground. Two advantages to that, darl’en, is that it don’t evaporate so easily and it stays cleaner.” He put his arm around her and pointed in a specific direction, “Now right over yonder, oh… about 150 yards or so and down in a little gulch, the water comes out in a big hole, created by a water fall when it rains real hard. Only now it bubbles up out of the gravel goes into the pool, then over the edge, and then disappears again into the sand on the other side. By the time we’re finished with our chores, well the water should still be warm, and the moon should be high enough to provide us enough light to get down there.” She looked at him tenderly and in a voice that Lyman thought was utterly beguiling said softly, “Jake…since we worked so hard today…well…I mean…do you think it possible that we might rest here one more day and leave day after tomorrow…Jake, do you?”

As Lyman bent down to fill the last of 5 large canteens, he thought out loud, “Well…that might be best. We’ll hole up here for a day…then one more long day ought to get us to Sulfur Springs”. “Aw Jake, honey, we can’t come dragging into town looking like we do now. Isn’t there somewhere close that we could camp so that we could clean up and look real good when we arrive?” Spring had bent down and rubbed Lyman’s back as she made her case. Lyman was silent for a moment then said reluctantly, “Well, I don’t really think…ah hell, Spring, I know what you need…the thing is the only camp site that I know of that close to town ain’t all that safe. Maybe…you think that you and Flo could handle my two coach guns?” “Listen Ranger, we…both of us… were hunting with our fathers before our 16th birthdays…yes, honey, we both know how to handle shotguns!” came her retort.

As they came back into the camp, Cora-Jane was stoking the fire with dry dead wood that they had gathered, Flo was making camp biscuits in the dutch-oven, Jasmine was setting up the cooking tripod iron over the fire, and Vicky-Sue was making a stew in the hanging pot that was about to be suspended on the tripod.

Lyman and Spring fed and watered the horses. The horses had fresh grass to eat, but they also got oats, along with their water. When they were done, Spring whispered to Lyman, “Jake, honey, I can’t in any kind of good consciousness, keep that water hole that you told me about a secret from my girls, so what do you say…we tell them about it after we check it out first.” “Ya, good idea darl’en; tell them we need to check it out first and then we’ll eat later…and tell them that we’ll clean up the dinner dishes.” Spring talked to the other women, who were suddenly happy at the thought of being able to take a bath. After retrieving something from the wagon, Spring brought a small bag with her and She and Lyman walked off together.

“Oh Jake, this place is amazing, how did you ever find it?” She gushed quickly slipping off her clothes. The Ranger, already naked, was hanging his gun belt on a low hanging branch so it would be in easy reach should some unforeseen circumstance dictate that he need to use it. “I chased a no-account dry-gulching varmint down thru these parts before I became a Texas Ranger. Trying to kill me and steel my horse was the last crime he ever committed before he got buried in a shallow grave about a quarter mile over yonder.” He pointed over his shoulder indicating the direction as the two of them waded into the pool towards each other from opposite directions. In warm clean water that came nearly to Spring’s breasts, they embraced tightly…and Lyman kissed her deeply, as he held her tight to him. After he let up on her, she smiled that beguiling, bewitching smile that so many men had fallen for to the point that they would give up everything just to keep getting that look from her and demurred in a sultry voice, “Why Mr. Lyman, you are very forward with a lady who has not been properly washed. Would you care to do me the honor kind sir?” And with that she handed him a fragrant bar of soap. “You already smell good to me darl’en” he drawled. “That’s because the only thing that you’re used to smelling is that big ugly horse of yours! Now get busy!” It was a saucy command that enticed the man into action and she was not disappointed at the way he preceded. He led her into a shallower part of the pool where only her knees were in the water in the warm evening air. As he washed her underarms, arms, and hands he smiled at her and he could tell that she liked it. He moved behind her to wash her neck and back…and then she let out a contented sigh as he washed her breasts, her bare nipples hardening at the erotic stimulation. After he completed her torso, he led her a few steps to a smooth flat rock that would serve as a stool and he gently sat her down. He kneeled down in front of her and began on her inner thighs, careful not to be presumptuous enough to actually try to wash her delicate femininity. He worked the strong graceful calves of her long legs and then he paid special attention to her feet, soaping them up and slowly manipulating each individual toe as if he were sensuously masturbating each one. After he cleaned her feet, he sucked on her toes as she squirmed in front of him, her legs suddenly spread for him…that would come soon enough he thought and raised her up for one more erotic ministration. He put his arm around her waist…to hold her…to keep her in his grasp…and he began to soap her perfect white tight ass. Rolling her tongue low in her throat and growling, she made the sound of a cougar and then growled in a low sexy voice, “You are having too much fun with my arse Jake. Give me that, it’s time I got some of your horse off of you.” She took matters into her own hands; she was a woman that knew how to wash a man to her liking and she wasted little time in completing the job. Then the man that she wanted was the way she wanted him at that moment and she leaped up into his arms and wrapped her legs tightly around his lower back, her arms around his neck and with another cougar growl said, “No man has ever had the courage to even try to spank me…until today Jake. Now show me what else you can do that will keep my attention.”

Not saying a word, he walked a few steps to the only small sand bar in the pool area and laid her down in an inch or two of warm water. He let her keep her legs wrapped around him, as he passionately kissed her lips, her cheeks, her breasts…her grip around suddenly weakened and her legs fell away from him and were splayed out…she was his for the taking only Lyman was not done with her yet.

{(Chloe writhed and moaned as I kissed her back, her

beautiful butt, her thighs and her calves. Her enema was

just trickling in her and was only about 2/3 complete,

although she already had at least two orgasms that

apparently emanated out of her ass, because I had

not yet done anything to her genitally to produce one.

But as I could sense where the story was going, I helped

her turn over on her back and as she began to read again,

I began to devour her sweet pussy as the enema that was

giving her such erotic sensations slowly filled my new lover’s

bowels through the nozzle that was sticking out of her gorgeous ass.)}

Jake Lyman lifted her legs over his back to elevate her warm wet femininity so that it was easy for him to access…and Jake Lyman looked into the eyes of the woman he only knew as Spring and he could tell that there was anticipation for what he was about to do to her. Lyman knew that most men of his generation were of the same opinion, ‘I ain’t putting my mouth anywhere near a woman’s pussy’ and it had been Lyman’s experience that a woman would generally give him all she had to give when all he needed to do was provide her with this simple pleasure; a reciprocal sign of respect in many ways, because most men expected a woman to suck on them-bathed or not!

“Ooh Ranger…you are such a delightfully surprising man!” She cooed as she first felt his open-mouth lips cover her entire femininity. She sucked in an audible choppy breath as she felt his tongue part her and dart slowly in and out. The pink flesh of her lithe shapely body was an apparition in the moonlight, but his target, ‘the little man in the boat’ was not visible, so he searched by the feel of his tongue until he heard her groan in utter rapture, “There…right there…oooh…oooh…don’t stop, YES Jake…yes…yes…OH GOD…oh yes-yes…” as Lyman felt ‘the man in the boat’ stand up, he began to suckle it between his lips and she began to buck up and down at him crying out in passion, but Lyman then inserted his index finger and then another and finally a third into her sopping wet slippery pussy and cupped the fingers up and found a nice tuck inside that let him curl his fingers around to get hold of her better-this woman needed to be tamed! But to his surprise, she bucked all the harder, Groaning and crying out such things as, “Oooohh….aaaawhhh…GGAAWWD iiinnn Heavennn…Awwwhh!” His face was slicked with a copious amount of her slippery nectar and her scent drove him into such a state of passion and lust that he needed all of her…he needed all of her… like she…had apparently needed him all along. His little finger began to touch her little puckernut and helped by her own slippery juices he was inside her warm tight arse as far as he could get it. Yet to his amazement that only made her buck more and more! She grunted and growled, screamed out and cooed and meowed like a kitten that was hungry.

Then suddenly, instantly, the realization flashed in his brain, ‘I’ve never been spanked before’…she needed to be broken! That was the only way that she would ever really respect him. She had always broken men; it had never been the other way around. On the other hand, overcoming her with his superior strength wouldn’t do either; no this had to be on her own terms.

Jake broke off and rose up to his full height, his manhood fully erect and arching up in the moonlight, then he bent down and took hold of both of her ankles, lifting her legs out and up and then he kneeled down to her and as he gently but firmly and slowly rolled her legs back over touching her torso, she grunted, but did not resist. Lyman guided himself easily into her open and slippery pussy only to feel her clamp down on him so hard that he was surprised and gave her his respect by whispering to her with light laughter in his voice, “Ah, so this is what a ‘Snapper’ is…what it feels like…not a mythological creature after all. You’re amazing darl’en.” But Lyman put his hands under her butt, stuck his right index finger up her arse, causing her to relax slightly and then he sunk all of him as deeply into her pussy as far in as he could go-clear to her cervix; the tip of his manhood feeling the tight little ring. Intense pleasure combined with an unknown amount of what…pain…Lyman wasn’t sure, but he sensed that this woman needed both to end up feeling totally complete; yet he was not a man to inflict pain…not for pleasure anyway. Jake held her by the back and rolled over with the lovely vixen on top of him, keeping his finger buried deep in her arse. He would lift her up, by his torso, forcing his manhood deep into her and as she squirmed, his finger in her arse forced her back down on him deeper. She tried to rise up to ride him, but with his hand on her back she had to lay with him face to face and moan in his ear. ‘Ya this is good… real good. My kind of woman!’ he thought. She began to back into his finger and then grind down on his manhood and she oscillated back and forth working up a sweat and breathing out in load grunts and cries, and after only a few minutes of this intensity, her body began to shake starting in her lower abdomen and emanating outwards; making her flex and then grunt in her arse; her legs went into spasms and as her whole body shook rather violently, she screamed out loudly; as though she didn’t care if the whole world heard her; as if she had just fallen off a high cliff, “AAAAHHHH…OOHH…GAAWWWD…GAAAWWD. EeeeAAAAWW…ehh…uh…EHHHuuh…Oh...oooh…euh, oh! Jake…jaaa…jaaaa…Jake…ohh…my… sweet precious Ranger” she breathed out trying to catch her breath, sweat dripping off of her lovely body and she continued, “ I declare… you are… the first real man that ever graced me with such…oh god… Jake Lyman…such a wonderful experience…you have plum wore me out Jake. They didn’t teach you that in the Texas Rangers; where in the world….you just might have to carry me back to camp…precious…oh my precious man!” She was tired, but she felt wonderfully blissful and very content but her curiosity needed to be assuaged. “Where in the word did you learn the ‘butterfly’? Have you been to the orient?” When she saw the cock-eyed look of un-recognition on Lyman’s face, she realized, “Oh…you just made that up for my sake…you…are really precious and certainly no…well ignorant cowpoke…where…tell me Jake where did you…how did you get your education?”

Back on the 3rd floor, Van Marin Mansion on Belvedere, 9:00 pm May 5, 1955

Chloe’s fourth orgasm signaled the end of her enema and the end of the story, for the time being, because she could no longer read; she looked as though she was experiencing a mixture of intense pleasure mixed with intense abdominal cramping. I helped her up and all she could groan was “I need you…help me…take me in…help me.” She had obviously taken this ‘enema thing’ to the limit of her physical endurance, which actually surprised me and I rushed to help her into the toilet room. I got her sat down and she looked up at me in obvious distress, whimpering “help me take it out”. Well, hell, she was still beautiful and crazy hot, so I reached under her and slowly and gently pulled that big enema nozzle from her lovely ass. I then put the entire apparatus into the tub thinking to clean it out later and began to leave, when I heard he say, “Stay with me…euh”, she didn’t get the sentence out when she was struck by another cramp. She motioned for me to come to her and as I got very close to her, she put her hands around my ass and pulled me into her; she began to suck on my cock for a few seconds, before I asked, “Chloe?” and then she took her mouth away and held up her hands saying “Help…me up” and of course I did, but then she turned around and sat back down on the toilet, spreading her legs around the tank groaning, “rub my tummy…it’s stuck up in me”. As I kneeled down behind her, I wondered what kept a 2-quart enema up inside a woman even if she did associate that level of intensity with sexual gratification. I reached around her and her breasts were the first thing I touched-without thinking of course-and she immediately grunted, “It’s not stuck in my tits Jake; my tummy, rub my tummy!” “Just lay back against me and try to relax, honey. You’re very tense.” I soothed as I began to softly massage her abdomen and lightly kissing the back of her neck. “I don’t ever remember squeezing that hard and that often…but I was able…oh Jake, you helped me…oh god, I just seemed to keep having the most powerful orgasms…I don’t remember how many…aaaawhhh…uh…ohh…oh…” and her flood gates burst forth and she found the relief that she desperately needed. On a lark, my left hand kept working and needing her, but I moved my right hand to her pussy and inserted my index finger into her moistness. She moaned and pushed her back against me tighter and her warmth felt good to me. For someone with so much experience at this sort of thing, I was surprised at how long it took her to completely empty herself, when she finally cooed, “I’m glad you didn’t run…for cover I mean, Jake; when you give me an enema, this is ultimately what it is for; what happens. Of course it feels good while it is going in…but this is the ultimate goal…to get good and cleaned out…so I can take you in, as you said, didn’t you…the finest derriere` that you ever laid eyes on?” She seemed to end in a question that needed my affirmation. It was easy to give it to her, “You’re the most…oh Chloe…beautiful is an understatement to describe you…ravishingly striking…drop dead gorgeous…elegant and classy…energetically forceful…sensuously sexy…smart, obviously very well educated-hot and sexy again…I could go on and on my lovely heiress, but there are really no words to describe you…and yes, oh Christ YES, you really do have the most perfect ass I have ever…EVER in my life laid eyes on.” She chuckled softly “Listen to you, Jake Dryden, who knew that you could charm a lady even while she’s sitting on her toilet. Now please go start the shower, so I can finish here and then come in and join you.”

The warm water felt good to me, refreshing and relaxing. This day was packed with so many sensations and emotions that it felt as though it should have been at least a week and yet she had only walked into my office at 11:30 this morning. Still, I knew that I would never be the same again; yes I was still a professional detective and still very good at it. But this woman, this beguilingly compelling, seductive and bewitching enchantress had my guts tied up in knots. I wanted her like I’ve never wanted a woman before because she looked like a goddess; no it wasn’t the way she looked, although I had never actually been intimate with a woman that looked as good as Chloe; no, it the way she acted. She was crazy hot, but was that really only for me…hell she let a guy tattoo a golden enema on her back! But the thing that I couldn’t seem to get out of my mind was the image of golden enema nozzle tattoo seemingly disappearing into her tight hairless asshole. I was mesmerized by her looks, her body, and who and how she was. She had said, and I needed to believe her introspectiveness, that she had inherited her mother’s bad taste in men. Were her early experiences really with cretins, charlatans, and homosexuals? If that were really true, then it was just my dumb luck…well tragically it was Mindy Wells’ bad luck that our paths had crossed.

“Penny” I heard her coo as I felt her warm wet body press tightly against me. I opened my eyes to view her eyes staring into mine intently. “Penny for your thoughts” she again cooed. I have always been quick on my feet, so rather than dabble in the drivel that had earlier cluttered my brain, I pressed her tight and kissed her and then I left her at ease and spoke intently, “Your first response, quickly now, who do think stole the Golden Enema?” She retorted instantly, “Jean-Pierre Dubois!” “Why him and who is he?” I asked, also wanting to know more of her past. She looked away for a moment, staring off somewhere distant in her mind; then she slowly moved her hands up and began to softly stroke my forearms-alternately feeling the my muscle mass then petting me-her pert nipples just caressing the hair at the bottom of my chest. “He was…a handsome…not ruggedly handsome like you are, Jake, he was more…more of a pretty boy really. I was doing a book signing and a couple of lectures in Marseille. The woman who sponsored me on the book tour introduced me to the man who had just won the 24 hour race at Le Mans and I was completely charmed by this rich playboy. He had inherited his parents’ chateau near Nice. He invited me to Monte Carlo and lavished me with expensive entertainment venues and then we went to the French Riviera and sunbathed in the nude and swam naked in the ocean. Of course, he was fascinated with my tattoo and confessed he ‘just loved to get enemas from his governess’, while he was growing up. I was looking forward to…well Jake”, she looked intently into my eyes, “having him…consummate our relationship. But he needed to travel to Monza in Italy to get ready for the Italian Gran Prix, so we made plans to have him travel to California to have me show him around San Francisco in the next months. I picked him up at the airport and, of course, I brought him here and after a few niceties, we came up here and I showed him the Golden Enema and asked if he would like me to give it to him. Anyway, my Jake…after he was done in the bathroom, he wanted to call a friend, so I told him where telephone was.” She became somber, the memories obviously making her uncomfortable. “Go on sweetheart, tell me the whole story.” I soothed. “I will, I promise, but let’s get done with our shower before we use up all of the hot water.”We were both able to compartmentalize issues and problem solving, so it was not difficult to get back into what we were originally planning to do and that was to scrub every inch of our bodies to get ready…well I was curious just how she was going to…you know, I never even thought about it before today…but somehow the idea of being fucked by Chloe was exciting to me, but I wondered how she intended to do it, so I asked her as we were toweling off, “So my hot and sexy heiress, have you ever used your soft rubber cock on anyone, or am I going to be your first?” She looked at me, a little amused but also with some admiration and said, “Jean-Pierre asked me to do it to him, after I gave him his enema; begged me for it, to be exact! He told me that he was bi-sexual, only…that is all of the ‘bi’ that I ever got from him. I accompanied him to Buenos Aries to watch him drive in the gran prix of Argentina. Turned out all he wanted me for was to be his ‘trophy girl’ so that he could parade me around to all of the high class parties; most of them just an excuse for sex orgies in the backrooms. The night before the race, he had me watch as he and a champion polo player sucked and fucked each other. If I wasn’t so disappointed with him, I might have enjoyed their little show, but I left by taxi, got to the airport and waited there until I could catch the next flight that was going to San Francisco, I didn’t care how many stops it took to get me there.” “How long ago was that, Chloe?” I asked, evenhandedly. “March, ’53…and well, Jake I have had my eye on you since 1948, when Mindy was murdered. I just never really had any opportunity to meet you…until today.” “When is the last time you saw him?” Again a standard question and she replied, “Two months ago…just showed up on my doorstep like he was my old long lost boy friend or something, but I knew what he wanted and I was not interested and I told him so and to leave, so he got back into the waiting cab and I haven’t seen or heard of him since.” “Do you have a secret hiding place for a house key?” I wondered out loud. “Ya, Jake, I do.” She looked up at me with an open mouthed smile. “Show me.” I ordered. “Oh, no you don’t, my Jake, I have other plans for you…” I quickly spun her around, grabbed her around her waist and gave her 5 quick swats on her ass but I didn’t get the response I expected. She growled, “I’ll give you 20 minutes to quit doing that!” When I looked at her at though she belonged in the psych ward, she shrugged and said, “Well I can see that there will be no progress in our love lives until I show you. There’re a couple of robes in that closet.”

“It’s gone!” She exclaimed when we arrived at the spot in the landscape where she expected that the key was hidden. It was supposed to be under the large rock that she had just overturned. I looked around and there were several large rocks in that immediate area. Thinking out loud again, “Ok…if you were looking for a key under a rock and you over turned several rocks before you found it, one might forget which rock the key was under in the first place and replace it under the wrong rock. Here Chloe, let’s check under a couple of these others”. After three attempts, she cried out in triumph, “Here it is, Jake!” “Don’t touch it, I want prints.” I ordered. Chloe had brought a pair of tweezers and the baggie that I had asked for and after she had deposited the baggie in her safe, she came up to me and embraced me and said to me, “We’re going to be up late tonight, my tiger, because you know we both have a lot of ground to cover, but I want you to keep this in the back of your mind, Jake. I’m going on another promotional tour in October and I want you to come as my escort, Jake Lyman, Texas Ranger; in full costume.” “I might consider that, provided I get the horse, tack and all the weapons.” I mused. She gazed at me, her mind running at full speed, “Oh, yes…hell yes…that’s the only way that it would really work! Can you ride, Jake?” “Yes mam, I done a spate of cowboy’en on my granpapy’s ranch when I was a teenager”. I drawled in character. With a plan in place to go to France to apprehend the most likely suspect in the theft of the Golden Enema, Chloe let her robe fall off of her shoulders, revealing her sensuously nude body to him. Dryden matched her move and they left the robes where they fell and they walked arm in arm back up to the 3rd floor to ‘consummate’ their partnership; both secretly wishing that it was to be a lasting relationship, but both knowing that living for today was the most exciting time of their lives.

“So, you’re still intent on doing me like you did to this ‘Jean-Pierre Dubois’ character?” I said as Chloe brought out the harness that she wanted to wear her rubber cock with. She immediately set the two pieces on the top of the night stand and came to me with concern and…ya it was unmistakable…it was genuine love; when she closed with me tightly, she whispered, “Oh god no, my love…you wouldn’t…like it like…you would most probably hate me if I tried that on you. No, my Jake, I’m going to teach you…what I want you to do to me. Me, Jake, I want you to know how…” I felt her hand lightly grasp my cock and she rose up on her tip toes and whispered again ever so softly, “I want you to know… I need to teach you…How to make love…oh Jake… I need you...I need to feel you... up my ass!”

Back on the 3rd floor, Van Marin Mansion on Belvedere, 10:15 pm May 5, 1955

As I was lying on the bed, on my stomach, Chloe was kissing the back of my neck and slowly rubbing her warm lovely body against my back whispering, “Just try to relax baby. Just let me make you feel special.” I was already beginning to feel special, because no woman had ever tried to seduce me like this, and yet I was having a hard time to allow myself to actually relax. Her voice took on a strange hypnotic sound to it as she urged me to relax, alternating with kisses down my spine. As I listened to her, the melodic quality to her soft voice began to have an effect similar to a narcotic on me…I let her spread my legs out wide, as she worked her way down and was laying between them. She was petting my butt and my thighs and it felt wonderful, although as I felt her gently, ever so slowly spread the cheeks of my ass apart, I wasn’t thinking that she...an electric jolt shot through my psyche as I felt her tongue touch my asshole. “Chloe…don’t…” I gasped. I heard her lusty reply, “Don’t you…for a moment, my love, even pretend that you haven’t wanted to do that to me ever since I showed you where my tattoo terminated…I felt your hot breath on my ass as you looked at me up close.” “That’s different; you’re…” she interrupted me forcefully, “What detective…a woman? I’m not a bi-sexual or a homosexual Jake! I think you’re sexy hot, just as much as I am to you!” Then her voice took on that hypnotic rapture again as she lovingly urged, “You’ve had a good enema and I scrubbed you. Give yourself to me, my love, I need you to want me enough…that you want to…you have to want me enough…that you need me to do it...Jake…oh my love…I don’t want to control you…let go of your fear and let me love you!”

It was like a dream state, floating in some form of bliss that at first was indescribable…freedom…yes! Freedom from guilt…I felt freedom from the fear of losing myself to someone else. Transcended to a plane that I was unaware even existed, I let my physical feelings eclipse my need for self-control. Another electric jolt! Saliva dripping! Warm and slippery-raspy! Probing pushing…then in again! Withdrawn…no more tactile feeling; then her finger…very slippery: sliding up me! Another slippery finger now…both slowly sliding in and out of me! Uh…aahw, it felt like she touched the very root of my cock somewhere in my ass! Never…ever has anything felt like that before. Withdrawn! I feel empty…oh, extremely slippery I can feel her open me again…fingers probing…slippery very slippery! Slowly withdrawn again; now nothing…wait! Her hair falls around my shoulders and her feminine scent is intoxicating; biting my earlobe and kissing my neck, she whispers, “When you feel it touch you, baby, remember how it feels. I won’t try to penetrate you. You will begin to open up for me.” Then she cooed again, “Think of it as gradually, ever so slowly-softly and carefully-squeezing the trigger, until you’re surprised when it goes off…” she let out a small playful giggle, “Well in this case, you’ll be surprised when I’m actually up inside you.” She moved into position and then I felt her very slippery rubber cock touch me…then it just stayed right there touching my asshole. I heard a gentle almost faint whisper, “Now just slowly and very gently push out.” I was apprehensive, would I…no my ass was thoroughly cleaned and empty…I pushed and I felt her gently rock back and forth. I felt pressure…I pushed out and I could feel her body slowly grinding against me. She was intoxicating and I began to grunt a little trying to expand myself…more pressure. I pushed more strenuously, because we were already committed and I was not going to fail, I was not going to let her down. She was right; I wanted her…uh…aahw…ohh! I felt her hips against my ass and realized that we had indeed ‘pulled the trigger’; my gorgeous lover was all the way up my ass. I flexed and moved to feel the sensation of having this bewitchingly sensuous heiress teach me the type of techniques that she wanted me to use on her. “Now, my love, ever so slowly ease back out a little; don’t withdraw all the way from me…not yet.” She kissed my upper back and neck again and not stopping her kisses, she ever so slowly sunk her rubber cock all the way back…deep into my ass until she ground her hips sensuously on my butt. She repeated these cycles for another few minutes, before withdrawing quickly after and another deep slow plunge. I was caught by surprise and as her rubber cock left me, I felt as though there was a vacuum in my ass…then strangely, my asshole opened up! “Don’t worry, baby, that’s only natural.” She cooed as she urged me to roll over on my back. When I had completed the maneuver, she seductively crawled up between my legs and urged me to wrap them around her waist. I felt her easily enter my ass again; I was cognizant of feeling her penetrate me, while gazing into my eyes with love on her lips, kissing my neck and chest; sucking on my nipples. On one of the last slow, very deep full plunges, she held my cock in her hands; a cock that alternated from being so erect that I thought I might climax to semi soft and then back again. “You have such a nice cock, my tiger. What do you say we take another shower so I can feel a real man...” the lust in her voice was palpable, “where we both know we want you to be?” I sighed a contented sigh knowing that I would never forget this experience and yet I had to admit that she was right, “I would never have known how to love you, without you showing me Chloe” nodding my head in positive affirmation, I kissed her full and gave her my tongue and she gave as good as she got.

Intermission

Back on the 3rd floor, Van Marin Mansion on Belvedere, 11:30 pm May 5, 1955

As I led Chloe into the shower, she whispered, “You go on in and get the water hot, my tiger; I’ll be in in just a second.” Thinking nothing of it I stepped in and turned the shower nozzle away from me and turned on the hot water. When I began to see steam, I turned on the cold to adjust the temperature and then began to enjoy the shower. I was curious when Chloe stepped in carrying two items; one was obviously a woman’s handheld douche bulb with a large bulbous nozzle; the other had a hose coming from a funnel to some kind of a squeeze ball with another hose coming out of that to…a large enema nozzle. She had a naughty look on her face and whatever she had in mind, it was bound to be kinky. “I thought it was so hot when I came in your mouth and you actually drank me Jake”, she cooed and then she said in her silky sultry voice, “Have you ever wanted to give a woman a douche Jake?” I suppose that the look on my face must have given her the answer that she was looking for, because she smiled, “That’s right, my tiger, as you douche me, I’ll hold this funnel under my pussy…and then I’ll pump my pussy juice up in you and then we’ll both be clean.” I pulled her close to me and I kissed as though this was our first real kiss and then I asked, “How does a beautiful intellectual heiress come up with…these wild ideas?” She looked at me as though she thought I should know better and giggled, “I have a Master’s Degree in this kind of thing and I have a very profitable career writing erotic fiction, detective…or did all of that suddenly escape you? Now are you going to tell me that you don’t find the idea exciting, or has my tiger lost sight of his erect cock that is looking up at me?” Sure as hell, I was hard and I accepted the douche bulb from her and as I took off the nozzle and began to fill it up, she put the funnel next to my hand under the shower saying, “We have to prime the pump, so to speak, or you’ll get a butt full of air and you’ll be less than impressed if that happens.” Once I had the bulb ready, she whispered in my ear, “It would help if…you used your tiger tongue on me to get me ready…that’s a big nozzle...but first…” she put the enema nozzle in her mouth, licked it in an incredibly lustful way then deftly stepped behind me and inserted it into my ass. “See, my tiger, that’s how it’s done.” She was giddy when she uttered her words and I was already kneeling down to take her in my mouth. She tasted good to me and I knew that she really didn’t have to douche; this was just her way of stoking the fire. When her juices began to flow I didn’t ask her if she was ready, I just slowly and carefully inserted douche nozzle into her and I began to squeeze the bulb. Immediately she held the funnel under her and as the water started to come out of her pussy I felt a warm surge in my ass. We repeated this process three times when she softly said, “Now just let it come out as it goes in.” “Chloe…what…”I tried to protest, but she interrupted me, “Don’t worry my love; you’re clean…let yourself go Jake…do it for me…do it for us.” The conflict must have been etched all over my face and body posture, because she stood very close to me and took my face in hands and tenderly spoke, but her words held intensity, “Jake, I know that you just met me today and despite all the years that I have secretly known and loved you, it is vital that you let yourself be completely free around me. You can’t allow yourself to prejudge what may or may not be erotic. There was a phrase we began using at Stanford, ‘think outside of the box’, meaning it is important to get out of your comfort zone and experience things that you may have never thought of. Oh, don’t you see, my tiger, I don’t want you to lose yourself, because it is you that I love. But we both want this to really go somewhere and in order to keep the fires of passion stoked hot; we both have to feel free to experiment; to try new things.” Then this drop dead gorgeous vixen deftly stepped behind me, held me around my waist and…stuck her finger up my ass, whispering, “Just relax, my love…that’s it…now just gently push…” God she made me…I gushed two bid long squirts and then it was over. “See that wasn’t so bad, was it?” She tried to sooth me. “Christ Chloe, I just shit in your shower!” I exclaimed in some distress. She laughed at me saying, “Look down and tell me what you see!” I did and…well there was nothing, but that didn’t mitigate my embarrassment. She looked at me with amusement, “If you had really ‘shit’ in my shower, as you so indelicately phrased it, don’t you think there would be some form of evidence, detective?” Now, I started to think I made more out of this than…she interrupted my thought, “All that came out of you was some water that had very little color…” she must have caught the ‘grin and bear it’ look on my face because she finished laughing with, “Do you think, my tiger, that we can get through the rest of the night without this much melodrama?” Then she slapped me on my ass and she surprised me; she packed quite a wallop. We soaped and lathered each other laughing and carrying on like a couple goofy teenagers.

Dried off, we headed into her master bedroom suite where we both knew what the climax was to be, although we would both needed to slowly ramp up the passion to a high pitch to get us to where we both knew we needed to be for what was sure to be…well hell…what did I know, I wasn’t thinking out of the box yet; but I expected it to be our climax before we got some sleep anyway.

INTERMISSION

TRAMP STAMP-Chapter 4-CONTINUED

Van Marin Mansion on Belvedere, a little after midnight May 6, 1955

We stood by her bed with her back towards it and she was looking into my eyes as I held her. I spoke my heart to her, something I rarely did, “You know, my lusty heiress, you are…an apparition of one of my favorite fantasies…” she interrupted with an amused smile, “Please don’t liken me to your big bottomed enema whore, from Brazil, my tiger!” “Oh no, that’s not it at all. Let me finish my thought before you interrupt me; or would you rather be over my knee getting you lovely ass paddled?” I retorted. She laughed low a sultry voice, “I’m sorry for interrupting, Jake and I don’t want to be spanked.” “Wanting and deserving are two different things, Chloe” I warned her, to which her response was to escalate the stakes. She turned her back to me and bent her neck back and sideways to whisper in my ear, as she rubbed her lovely ass against me, “I want to be all you want of me, my tiger, just please don’t hurt me…and I trust that you won’t, only don’t spank me tonight.” She had taken back the high ground and had blunted my threat with ease and polish.

I engulfed my sensual vixen in my arms, pressing my semi erect cock against her ass and I nuzzled her hair; taking in her scent. I kissed her neck and I maneuvered her so that I began kissing neck under the sides of her cheeks and I worked my way to the back of her neck anddown to her neck under her other cheek, all the while letting my hands softly roam the front of her-from her pert breasts down around her tight stomach…and the curves of her hips. I was glad she interrupted me because now really wasn’t the time to tell her that in all my wildest fantasies did I ever think that I would be in this position with a woman like Chloe Van Marin.

Instead I whispered in her ear, “You’re bewitchingly sensuous…My love (as I heard it come out of my lips, it surprised me) “and you make my blood boil!” Emotion spilled out of her, as she gasped, “Oh Jake, you don’t know what it means to me to have a real man’s blood boil for me. I have wanted you for so long, some nights I cried myself to sleep!” “Easy baby, I got you and I’m not going to let you go. I want you more than I have ever wanted any woman before and I want this to last. I want us to amount to something more than just the sum of us.” (Where did that come from, I wondered?)

Now I took back the high ground, “I think it would be hot…really hot if I kissed you everywhere…” and then I growled, “I mean EVERYWHERE, as you read the read the next chapter to me. What do you think my lusty heiress?” She met my intensity with her customary aplomb. “Oh I love having a tiger by his tail…you never really know what he’ll do next. Oh Jake, you knew that would put us where we need to be. You know besides being in love with you, I’m actually beginning to like you!”

INTERMISSION

TRAMP STAMP-Chapter 4-CONTINUED

Van Marin Mansion on Belvedere, 12:30 am May 6, 1955

“So, my lusty heiress, you’re actually starting to like me? How can an intelligent beauty be in love with a man and not know if she even likes him?” I teased. She lowered her eyes for an instance and when she raised them up to look at me again, they were beginning to tear although I only saw them briefly before she wrapped her arms around me and hugged her body so tightly against me that it momentarily surprised me. “Oh Jake, I’ve been in love so many times, only to finally utterly despise the man for not being honest with me…or worse, trying to take advantage of me. But you…you’re everything that I thought you were…more, even that I….that I fantasized about. I never expected to…well, my tiger, you make it easy for me to like you. And that, Detective Dryden, if you haven’t figured that out yet-that makes me want to love you all the more!” I felt her tears begin to run down my chest but I couldn’t think of anything to say that would offset her emotions at that moment so I kept my mouth shut and returned her embrace. Then I began to slowly, as lovingly as I knew how, gently stroke

her back, then her neck. This captivating, charismatically alluring enchantress-glamorous and delightfully seductive-was all woman, way more woman than I had ever known. Yet she seemed haunted by her mother’s past; fearing, perhaps, that she was doomed to repeat it. Not if I had anything to do with it! I wasn’t…well not yet, at least…completely spellbound by her tantalizingly titillating invitation to love. Maybe if I had less experience; but I did and I was the one she wanted wasn’t I. I was determined more than ever to rise to the occasion; to be her fantasy lover because she sure as hell was mine.

Finally, I semi-forcefully separated us and I lifted her face by placing two fingers under her chin and I kissed her tears, the salt taste lingering on my tongue as I gazed into her eyes. She suddenly looked inviting now, her entire being had abruptly morphed into a fetchingly beckoning magnetic darling as she breathed, “I am your virgin, my love; yes my pussy has been had before, although that is yours as well. My bottom, my tiger, I want you to have my bottom for you…for us; my bottom is yours tonight Jake. Take me when you want me and make me love you like no man I’ve ever known.” Christ, my cock instantly went rock fucking hard when I heard that. I thought that I could cream her belly button right then and there; ‘settle down’ I told myself, this first one is going to be the most complex; it will undoubtedly get easier as time rolls along. I kissed her full on the lips and she seemed to melt in my arms and I liked that, except we had a long way to go and I needed back in her A-game. “Oh yes Chloe, I want…I need to have you in your lovely butt tonight. Just listen for a moment, baby, we had a plan and I want us to stick with it, because if we don’t, I think that you won’t enjoy it as much as you think you will.” I was instantly gratified with her energetic feminine presence. She seemed to give me the option although her passion indicated her preference to lie on her back and so I directed her to do exactly what she wanted and I reached for the book and placed it into her hands; as she began to read I took my time and began to kiss her neck. She giggled and then bean to read as I slowly and inexorably kissed my way down her magnificently sculpted body as I listened to one of the most successful erotic authors in the pantheon of erotic fiction read the best of her work to me.

Lyman Rescues a Wagon Load of Lusty Trouble-By Chloe Van-Marin (continued) -East Texas, half way between Dry Creek and Sulfur Springs- June 1878

Jake Lyman gazed into the eyes of the woman he knew only as Spring, catching his breath as he thought about how to answer her question. She lay beside him in the shallow end of a spring pool in the full moonlight and the afterglow on one of the most memorable orgasmic episodes of her life-there hadn’t been that many, really; “Well darl’en, I suppose you might say that a German school marm, Miss Frieda Baumann was most responsible for my education. I was not always able to attend class and I suppose that you could say that the fräulein took a genuine interest in my education. She made sure that I attended all of her extracurricular activities. You might say that she took a personal interest in my education.” Lyman mused. “Jake are you telling me that you were seduced by your school marm?” Spring giggled. “No mam”, Jake said seriously. She took a serious interest in my education and she thought that a young man needed more than just reading and writing and arithmetic. She thought that more worldly things were needed to be taught.” Spring looked at him, trying her best not to smile, as she whispered, “Did she teach you the ways of men and women Jake?” Lyman didn’t hesitate, “she surely did darl’en; she taught me all of the ways to satisfy a woman, although she did not prepare me for what Flo showed me the other night!” They both chuckled at that. “Jake, Spring wondered, “did she teach how to bathe?” “Well she kept trying to bathe me, but that woman had some wild ideas on how to wash a man!” Lyman allowed. “How was that Jake?” Spring cooed. “Well that school marm had long fingers and they…well they was going ever which a way.” Lyman laughed and continued, “One time she had her fingers up my arse saying that she was gonna wash my backside and at the same time she put her mouth on my manhood and began to suck on me…” “Well what happened?” Spring insisted on knowing. Lyman looked at her all serious like, before he guffawed and said “She sucked so much sperm out of me that she choked a bit and then it came out of her nose.” She looked at him in mock anger and said, “Ranger…you are despicable… just downright despicable!” He came right back at her and said, “Why, cause you didn’t get to do it?” She glowered at him, but never got the chance to answer.

The rest of the women had come down to bathe, but they may have been lingering in the shadows and watching the latter part of Lyman giving Spring his manhood while holding her down on top of him. Jasmine was the first to comment, “I declare Spring, honey, I have never seen you so beside yourself and you even left your man unsatisfied.”\Spring instantly blushed and then glanced at Lyman who was still obviously semi-erect. Jake winked at her and whispered that she was wonderful and that he wouldn’t change a thing about what had just transpired between them. That allowed her confidence to quickly come back to her elegant features as she glowed, “I ain’t gonna lie to you girls, this here’s the first man that’s ever really tamed me. What’s more, he’s a happy contented man. We all worked hard on the longest one day trek since we started out from Fort Smith. Come on, all you girls, come on down and join us, this water is wonderful.” That took the edge off of Jasmine’s goading, and the women began to disrobe. Each was acutely aware of the big Texas Ranger’s presence and each played their own style of seduction solely for his benefit. Jasmine stood on one leg and lifted her other leg high and she held her ankle to keep it there before she let it down and then switched legs and repeated the incredible show of dexterity, indicating that she was capable of having and enjoying sex in this position. Flo turned her large curvaceous backside to him and winked at him, although it was not her eyes that winked. Cora-Jane was less of an exhibitionist although she was extremely sensual and rather than wade deep into the pool, she strode over and lay down in the shallow water next to Jake, on the opposite side of Spring. Vicky-Sue had her own method of disrobing for Lyman’s benefit although it was still obvious that she was still a teenaged girl with little experience other than to observe and then mimic her own version of what she saw the other women do. They were now all into the pool, which now didn’t seem so big with 6 people in it. They frolicked and washed and enjoyed this special place. Cora-Jane whispered to Lyman, “Would you like to bathe my body Mr. Lyman?” Her southern drawl was so sensuous that it was irresistible to Jake, as he smiled and said, “Now how could I resist such a tempting offer, darl’en?”

Jake Lyman would give Cora-Jane his own version of how to wash a beautiful young woman. The big ranger scooted to his left and since Cora-Jane was on his left she was forced to scoot as well; Lyman’s target was a large round rock that had a flat side to it that Jake wanted to rest his back against. When he got comfortable, he pulled Cora-Jane over his lap, with her bottom resting in Lyman’s lap as he cradled her back and shoulders and proceeded to wash the front of her, under her arms, her lovely pert breasts, her tummy, her hips and legs; then he washed her feet, as she looked at him dreamy-eyed; then Jake flipped her over on her stomach just as easy as if he was flipping flapjacks and began washing her lovely bottom. She instantly squirmed and stretched out straight, trying to pucker-up when Lyman began to actively wash her nether regions and she grunted, “Uh , oh, eh…Jake, eh…I can’t take you like that…I’m not that…” Lyman quickly interrupted her, “Oh hush, sweetheart, I have no intention of taking that ‘a way. Hell you’ve had just as long a day as we all have had and you need your bottom washed!” The rest of the women had a good chuckle at Cora-Jane’s apparent need to try to seduce the woman savvy Ranger by asking him to wash her and her surprise at his thoroughness. Finally Jake excused himself and left the women there by themselves and he went back to camp to turn in. They stayed and laughed and talked for another hour before walking back in the cool evening moonlight to finally get some sleep; they had made their plans for the next day and those plans involved the big Texas Ranger.

Lyman was accustomed to waking up early and this day was no exception. While the women slept, it was just dawn that Lyman was up making a smokeless fire from dry wood and had a pot of coffee in the making. Pouring himself a cup, he pondered his situation and that of the women in his charge. If today was truly going to be a lay day, then he was sure that his charge was bound to become shiftless and maybe… he could not be sure what the day would bring, but one thing that he did want to know was to see if they were going to be alone and the only way to know that was to scout the territory. The best way to do that he quickly saw was to ride to that far ridge, perhaps a two hour ride-maybe less-and take a long look at the surrounding territory through his field glasses. By around 8:00 am Lyman was atop a high ridge where he picketed the roan out of site and careful not to let himself be silhouetted on the ridge line, he edged up and scanned the country for better than twenty miles. Movement! Just a deer- far away he realized. No dust, no movement of horses, nothing that would portent any trouble through most of the day. He would check back in the mid-afternoon just to make sure, but for now they were all alone in the east Texas wilderness. Working his way down the hillside into the camp, Lyman came slowly riding in, as some of the women were working to fix breakfast. Spring and Cora Jane were making biscuits and Flo and Jasmine were frying…something, Lyman couldn’t tell what it was until he got closer and the Spring said jubilantly, “Sometimes providence just jumps in your lap Jake! This little forked horn was trying to eat some of the oats that we feed our horses out of that barrel strapped to the side of the wagon, when Flo up and cracks his scull with the very cast iron skillet that we a cooking his liver in! Ain’t that a hoot?” Lyman noticed that the small yearling buck had been gutted very well and was hanging in the shade wrapped in burlap and had been bled out. The women had taken good care of the meat cooling it down and keeping the flies off of it. “Looks like you ladies did a fine job of it too.” Lyman allowed, swinging off of the big blue roan.

Flo said, “Where did you ride off to this morning Jake?” “Yes Mr. Lyman, you gave us quite a start when we got up and you were nowhere to be found!” Vicky-Sue said excitedly. Lyman pushed his hat back and looked askance at the entourage and said slowly, “I thought I made it perfectly clear to all of you ladies that I was going to escort all you ALL THE WAY,” he emphasized, “to Sulfur Springs! Did any of you not clearly understand that?” Spring came over to Lyman and put her hand on his shoulder and said softly but loud enough so that they could all hear her, “You have truly been a godsend to us, Jake, and I think it worthy of your remembering that sometimes a woman just needs a little reassurance now and then…that’s all we’re really saying” and as she said that she kissed his cheek. “Well, I didn’t set out to put a fright into you ladies, I was up on that ridge up yonder…” he motioned with his arm, “scouting the country checking for any movement of people. By now there will be rumors all across the territory that there are women traveling alone. There’s liable to be any number of polecats come sniffing around, especially if somebody figures you got money in the wagon. I didn’t spot anything, but I intend to go back up there and take another look about midafternoon,” Lyman explained.

“I’d like to ride up there with you when the time comes, Jake; if you don’t mind my company that is.” Flo spoke just behind Lyman and as she spoke she had lain a gentle but steady hand on his shoulder and Lyman figured that she had something to say to him that she wanted for his ears only. So he turned towards her, looked in her eyes and smiled as he spoke, “Why I’d be honored to have your company Flo. Which of the horses did you want to take?” “I’ll saddle the lead grey mare; we call her the Duchess, because she acts like one”, Flo indicated the horse that she wanted to ride and she made it clear to the big Texas Ranger that she neither needed nor expected his help saddling her horse when the time came to ride.

“Come on and get your hands washed for breakfast Jake”, Cora Jane urged and Jake was treated to venison liver with wild onions and dandelion greens. They were salted and peppered well and he was proud of how the women knew how to forage for herbs and of their knowledge of how to prepare meat. He would, of course expect that from any frontier woman…then he smiled to himself. He had fallen under the mistaken belief that these ‘soiled doves’ somehow couldn’t fend for themselves, when the facts showed a different story. He thought, ‘hell any single wagon would be subject to trouble from some of the desperadoes that frequent this country.’ He knew that it was just a coincidence that he happened on the scene when he did. They all chatted back and forth as they ate and when they were thru, Vicky-Sue and Flo cleaned up the after everyone, while the rest of them turned to other chores. Spring helped as Lyman pulled two of the wagon wheels and greased them and then put them back on. Lyman also helped the women repair part of the harness and tack for their team of horses; when these chores where finally completed, however, Lyman covering his eyes against the sun’s glare as he looked up-knew that it was time that he take a ride back on the ridge line. He said to Flo, “We best be heading out darl’en, let’s saddle up.

The two rode in silence for the first half hour. Flo was an excellent rider and when Lyman told her so, she casually told him some of her story, “I was the eldest of three sisters and my father gave us all the same direction as he would have had he had sons, which I often wondered if that was what he secretly desired. But he never let on and when the doctor told my mother after her third child that another pregnancy would probably kill her, he took me under his wing taught me how to ride, shoot, hunt and fish. I suppose that I spent my teenage years as sort of a tomboy.” Jake commented, “You don’t look or act like a tomboy, Flo. I mean…you’re very attractive and more woman than most men will ever meet. Flo…is that your given name darl’en?” They were riding side by side as close as either of the two horses were comfortable with and Flo looked over at him with a smile and offered, “Farran...it’s Gallic…it means adventurous! Farran O’Flannery…that’s my given name Jake; you’re the only man whose has ever asked me that.” Lyman was naturally curious about how she obtained her current profession, but didn’t want to offend her so he asked innocently, “So Miss Farran O’Flannery, how did you end up in this country?” She took her time answering his question, because she wasn’t sure if he meant coming to America or traveling as a ‘Lady of the Evening’ with Spring’s entourage. She decided to give him the answer to the former instead of the latter, “Well handsome, I remember hearing my parents going at it three or four times a week and I was worried that I might lose my dear mother, so one day when we were alone, I asked her about it-but I was surprised at what she told me…” “What was that?” Lyman interrupted good naturedly. Flo looked at him with a devious smile and explained, “She told me not to worry that she had learned how to take my father in her arse and that she had learned to enjoy it. So I asked her ‘what about father, what does he think of it’ and you know, Jake, she laughed and said that he preferred her that way. As for me Jake, I never really wanted kids and I certainly had no desire to ever get pregnant so I naturally gravitated to my mother’s solution. She taught me how to use a clyster and taught me how to use slippery essences to help make it feel good to me. Well one week I had gone all the way to Dublin to get some of the better of these essences, when a gentleman approached me and asked me out to dinner that night. It was during dinner that he told me that he was going to America and I was fascinated. But I never thought that I would ever get to go. He was taking me back to the boarding house where I was staying overnight, when he said, ‘of course if you would like you could save your money and I could put you up in a spare room at my house’. I took him up on it, Jake, but you’ve never seen such a house…it was a mansion!”

“How old were you then Flo?” Lyman asked. She laughed, “Ah Jake, I was just 18 and I was pretty and I was in my prime and Brody O’Rourke was a handsome man of 25, who had inherited his father’s shipping company. When we got to his place, he showed me to my room and I was almost dumb-struck…it was magnificent. When he me asked if I would like to join him in a nightcap, I heartily agreed and after a large glass of Port, I was not going to say no to his advances and…well Jake I let him take my virgin Arse.” Then she chuckled, “He thought he’d found heaven I let him think that he had. He was nowhere near your size, Jake, so I had an easy time of it and he took me to America with him and we had a good time for a while; but he started to get very possessive and he had a mean streak in him that I hadn’t seen in Dublin. Well, Ranger, what is a woman to do in a new country without any money…on the run from a man with the resources to hunt her down?” “How did you get away from him, Flo?” Layman asked. She made a face that told Lyman that she was about to make a life changing decision at that point in her life, the she reflected, “We landed in New York, and he bought a beautiful big house on Long Island and when I left him, he assumed that I would head into the city proper, but I spent the last money that I had going north and when I ran out of money I was looking pretty glum, but an elegant young lady asked me if there was anything wrong and I told her…it was Spring…my troubles and…well Jake she was already quite an enterprising woman and we’ve been together ever since that first day that we met.” Jake looked at her in something akin to real friendship, but not yet love, and asked, “Ever have any regrets?” they rode in silence for a few more moments before she responded philosophically, “Just one.” Lyman listened but when he didn’t hear her answer he looked over at her and as she rode she was facing straight ahead with a smile on her face and Lyman’s curiosity got the better of him. “What was that?” he asked and she looked over at him with a look that any man wants a woman to look at him before she turned and faced straight ahead again but then she said, “Not meeting a man like you when I was young.” Lyman was taken by her response and rode on. Then it just came out of him, “Perhaps if I had met you when I was younger…” which brought a giggle out of the voluptuous redhead, “And what would you have done with me then Ranger, taken me prisoner?” Lyman looked at her lustfully, “Is that what you want me to do?” She laughed the hearty laugh of the lusty woman that she was and said, “I guess I should be careful what I wish for…is that what you’re saying Jake?” Lyman changed to all business and said, “We’ll picket the horses up ahead in those trees and go the rest of the way on foot.” Flo nodded knowing that what they were about to do was important to the security of the whole enterprise.

“Stay low and we’ll crawl up to take a peek” he told her and when they had reached the overlook, she whispered “My God, you can see forever. It just seems to disappear.” They laid close together in silence and both scanned the horizon. Jake checked the sun angle before taking his field glasses out of their pouch and putting them to his eyes. Ten minutes later, apparently satisfied, he handed the set to her and she looked for another ten minutes until she was satisfied and she was secretly thrilled that he had given her that respect. After they had made their way back and mounted up, Lyman casually commented, “Did you get off of your mind what you came up here to talk to me about?”

{[Chloe let out a moan as I blew my hot breath across her pussy lips,

but then moved on; letting her think that I wasn’t coming back to

that point to wet my lips on her sweet pussy. But my trek along

her magnificently toned body would take me all the way down

to her toes, before slowly working my way back to taste her

essence; and I hadn’t even turned her over yet to follow that

incredible tattoo to its inevitable ending!]}

Flo looked at Lyman for a long moment, before she said, “No, Jake, I thought it was important that we got to this point before I appealed to you.” I’m all yours darl’en, speak your piece.” He said evenly. “Jake is there another pool, like the one that we were at last night, further downstream?” She asked without offering an explanation. “Ya…it’s not as big, but it’s just as deep and oh…maybe a twenty minute ride from the first one.” Jake guessed. “Do you think you can see your way clear to take me to that place before we go back to camp, Jake?” She asked him and by the inflection in her voice, he knew that she wasn’t interested in simply scouting another swimming hole. Lyman shrugged and grunted, “So we’ll get down in another direction so as to be a more direct route!” They rode on for another twenty minutes without talking; yet the occasional glance at each other left no doubt in Lyman’s mind that there was lust on the redheaded beauty’s mind; but what was the cause, he was not sure.

When they arrived at the smaller pool and picketed their horses, Flo confided to Lyman, “Jake the ladies have been planning since last night…you’re going to be the first man that all 5 of us will take on; at the same time, Jake…do you have any idea what that’s going to be like?” Lyman smiled, pushed his hat back and rubbed his face with his bandanna before he spoke, as though they were only talking hypothetically, “No…no darl’en…I supposed I don’t have a clue what that could be like.” Flo could tell that he didn’t think that she was serious about their plans for him, so she decided to explain it another way, “Do you remember when Spring asked you if you had been to the Orient, last night?” Lyman nodded and she continued, “Spring’s parents were lost when a ship on which they were passengers and were returning from England went down in a hurricane…” Lyman interrupted, “She told me that the first night that we went to get water.” “Yes Jake, but you didn’t get the whole story. Her parents befriended a teacher, Anna Leonowens, and after the loss of her folks, Anna corresponded with Spring and a year later Mrs. Leonowens invited her to go to Siam with her. Anna Leonowens had accepted a commission to teach the wives and children of King Mongkut, King of Siam. The king wished to give his 39 wives and concubines and 82 children a modern western education based on scientific secular lines, which earlier missionaries’ wives had not provided. Spring stayed with her for a year and in that time, she learned quite a few interesting sexual techniques from all of those concubines. Jake…it is Spring who is orchestrating this evening’s festivities in which you, my handsome friend, will be totally naked and we all will attend to you so that you, Ranger, you will feel like a king!” She thought it best just to let him stew on those thoughts awhile, before she actually told him what the true purpose of this sojourn was.

As they each took off their clothes, Lyman was instantly aware of the sexuality that the voluptuous flaming red headed beauty had about her. They waded into the warm water together and embraced; she felt good to Lyman as her lovely body pressed against his. “When is this all going to take place, darl’en? All 5 of you and me, like you were saying?” Lyman drawled, still sounding as though the idea was still a little far-fetched. “Later on this evening, while it’s still light and warm” Flo said in a warm soft lilt. “So what are we doing down here?” Lyman wondered. “Well, love, I can’t reveal exactly why, but you’re going to need a good clystering…I’m going to help you get good and cleaned out.” Flo smiled at him. “So that’s what you’re thinking is it Miss O’Flannery! You and what army intends to do that!” Lyman said cockily in a mock Irish brogue.

She looked at him knowing that she had taken on a chore that would take all of her femininity, as well as her considerable persuasiveness to convince one of the bravest and strongest of men that she had ever met to let her slide a nozzle up his arse and fill his bowels with warm water and then help him to evacuate…in front of her? No, she didn’t need to see that; she only needed to give him instructions. She began her argument anew, “Jake…I know that you’re a proud man, and I have never met a braver man than you. Now this is only between you and I and no one will ever know. But if you don’t do this for me, you’re liable for some real embarrassment tonight, love. I don’t have to watch you, in fact, I promise not to look!” Lyman realized that she was not joking. “Why is this so important to you Flo, what are you women thinking that …what the hell are you planning on anyway?” Flo slipped around behind him and put her arms around his waist and whispered into his ear, “King, Master Lyman, remember our goal tonight is to treat you as a King and only Spring has that certain training, but each of us has a role to play tonight and yours is to prepare to be our king at least for tonight. Oh Jake, look at it from our point of view; we all know that you saved us from certain hurt, now you can’t deny that. You’ve touched all of our lives in such a profound way, Jake.” She slipped one hand and gently rubbed the cheeks of his tight strong buttocks and when Lyman instantly turned his head to look at her, she whispered again, “I know this part of the body very well, Jake and even though you may have felt a woman touch you here once or twice, I can assure you that you have never experienced what the King of Siam felt when several of his favorite concubines visited him all at once.”

Lyman began to remember the feeling when his teacher, the Fräulein Baumann had slipped a greased up finger up his arse while she sucked on his manhood. She had touched something inside him, what it was he was not sure, but it seemed to be at the root of his manhood that caused him to get instantly stiff-rock hard-and that was not in his arse; he knew that much from all of the animals that he seen and butchered. She must have known some sort of pressure point…he was taken from his thoughts as he felt Flo’s large breasts press against him and became aware of his erection as her soft firm hand grasped it. “Some memories conjured up, my handsome Jake, Oh my, what a lovely big cock you have.” She cooed. Then she giggled, “If I had my way, you would be giving me the clyster and then I could take this nice big cock up my lily white arse. But that’s not what we need to do tonight love.” Jake Lyman was not a man to back down from anything and suddenly realizing that fact, he was filled with a solemn resolve. He slowly lifted her hand from his manhood and turned around and kissed her, firm and open mouthed, like he wanted to make a statement. When he let her up, she was shaking and breathing in short choppy gasps. ‘Ya that’s what I wanted her to feel’ he thought to himself and then he whispered to her, “So, my red haired beauty, how do we go about doing this…clyster…that you seem to think I need?

Flo needed a minute to catch her breath and then process what she had just heard. Rather than feel elation that she had succeeded in her goal, she actually felt humbled that this man would put so much trust in her and in one of her rare moments Farran O’Flannery demurred and then wrapped up the big man in her arms in a loving embrace, laying her head against his chest and whispered, “In my saddle bag I have one of the newly developed Higginson’s Syringes and I think that you will find that the most comfortable that I have. So love, I’ll have you to lie down in that warm shallow water right over there and…well let me go and…” He interrupted her, “let’s go up together and we can talk as we go.” “Yes, of course Jake.” She demurred again. The horses were some 50 feet away from where they were so they each helped steady one another as they slipped their boots on over their bare feet and in what must have been some sight, both walked hand in hand up to Flo’s grey mare and she pulled a bag out of her saddle bag and then as they walked back, Lyman asked her what she expected that he was about to feel. She thought a moment before thinking out loud, “Well, I suppose it might feel strange the first time, not unpleasant…just strange. You might even feel good for the first of it, yes love, you just might. But then you will begin to feel a warm pressure begin to build and you will want to resist the need to…well let’s just call it leak out a bit. Ultimately though you will feel an overwhelming need to go and that’s when you should get up and go to the predesigned spot and well love I think you can guess what happens there.” Lyman nodded solemnly.

After they were back in the pool, she helped him scout for his outdoor toilet, and after he had found a suitable place, she told him, “Since this is your first time love, and I realize that it might be your last, I suggest that we do this in two stages; the first one won’t fill you all up, but it will get rid of most of it; then the second one, which you should be able to hold much easier, will be the big cleanser, you follow love?” Lyman just nodded solemnly again. Flo was slow to regain her customary confidence but she gently directed Lyman to lie down in a particular shallow spot that had a soft sand bottom and she had him lie in a new position that she knew that a prominent doctor had devised during the American Civil War. Sims, she thought that his name was-so many of her Irish brethren had fought and gave their own blood to help save the union-she knew more than she really cared to know.

As the big Texas Ranger lay on his left side and chest half submerged in the warm pool, his right knee and thigh drawn, his left arm along his back he suddenly felt a familiar sensation. At the same time he heard her say in a very sensuous and soothing voice, “Now just relax, love, you feel my finger lubricating your tight bum. There one more time…now that wasn’t so bad was it?” She stroked his nice big cock as she applied one more application of her special imported balm. Lyman moaned, “You keep this up and I’m going to be the court jester tonight, instead of being your king. He looked up and smiled at her. “Oh, of course love…after last night you’ve got a hair trigger, do ya? Sorry, I won’t dally any longer then…here comes the nozzle love.” She cooed and he felt her slip the clyster nozzle in and he marveled that it actually felt…pleasant. Unbeknownst to him, she had already primed the contraption so as soon as the nozzle was seated in his bum, she cooed, “Ok love, her it comes…you’re going to feel some gentle surges…how is that love?”

{[“Ohhh…God, Jake…aahhh….ummm….oh baby, it’s hard

to read when you suckle my pussy like that!” Chloe cooed.

I lifted my head up and smiled, “Oh the sacrifices some

beautiful women make when they are given pleasure!”

And for my trouble she put own the book for moment,

took both of her hands to my head and threatened in

mock dominance; “Want me to rub your nose in it?”

“You promise?” I taunted her back. “No…I can’t get you too

wound up yet…there is still a lot of story to read.” She reasoned

and I said, “Then you’re just going to have to put your passionate

inflections in to your reading.” “That is too evil of a smile on

your face detective!” She informed me with a giggle.]}

Lyman didn’t try to look at her, but said softly, “Ya…it does feel…strange and you’re right, Flo, it is not unpleasant.” Having heard him utter those words gave the voluptuous red headed beauty more confidence that she had made the right decision. She would see to it that no one else ever knew what she was doing with the famous Texas Ranger; she knew he trusted her. A lesser man would have squirmed and whined as she had a way of being much more forceful, especially when her and Spring double teamed one of their clients. But this, she thought to herself, this is something truly special and the memory of her ministrations to the large strong man lying in the warm water in front of her would give her cause to smile for the rest of her life-she realized that in that moment as she slowly squeezed the bulb on her latest acquisition of clyster equipment. She decided to lie down in the warm water next to him; she had no need to try to dominate a man whom she knew could not be dominated anyhow. She kissed his cheek and thought it best to walk him through what she was actually doing, so whispering in ear, as she gently kissed him, “Each squeeze of the bulb is about a cupful…this is the fourth cup; there are 2 cups to a pint and two pints to a quart…so that’s where we are love…you have a quart in you. How do you feel, love?” Lyman looked at her and gamely groaned, “I’m alright…how much do I…do you think I need to hold?” Flo kissed him gently on his cheek again an whispered, “I can hold 3 quarts, before I start to cramp…but I have a lot of experience with this sort of thing, love, I think that a man your size might be able to do 2 quarts his first time.” Lyman sighed before looking at the naked beauty lying beside him and with something of a forced smile he whispered, “If you can hold 3, darl’en, so can I.” That momentarily startled her, though she quickly recovered and whispered, “This is not a horse race love…” “I’m alright Farran…its ok, keep going until I have the same 3 quarts that you take.” He said. “Alright love, but if it really starts to hurt I want you to say so.” She issued the command. “Look darl’en, if I’m going to be giving these things to you from time to time, don’t you think that I want to actually understand what you’re going through?” The big man smiled at her like it was a matter of fact. Her heart leaped into her throat, eyes instantly tearing, she sucked in 3 choppy breaths before gushing out, “Oh, Jake…aahhh…my big Jake…you know that I’ll take you up my arse anytime that you want…you know that and if you didn’t…well now you do, so there’s no excuse for not coming to see me as regular as you can!” She leaned in and kissed him on his lips and then she began to count it down, “Ok love, that’s 2 quarts and only 4 more bulb squeezes to go...1...2…3…4, that’s it, love, 3 quarts…now I’m going to gently pull out the nozzle and then I’m going to leave you to your privacy, while I clean up this up. Now when you come back, I’m going to give you a bath with some nice soap.” She rose up and then braced herself and extended her hand to the big man and he took it and she helped him up, smiled at him and then turned to go back close to where their boots were to wash up.

Van Marin Mansion on Belvedere, 1:00 am May 6, 1955

Having sucked on each of her toes as she squirmed as though each one was like a little clitoris, I gently but firmly rolled her over on her tummy and when I did, she instantly supplicated-perhaps anticipating where my tongue was ultimately going to “end up”. She was not able to concentrate on reading anymore of the story; all she could seem to do now was concentrate her considerable sensuality as she allowed herself to become fully engulfed in the pleasure of the moment. Chloe had many erogenous zones, and her neck was especially susceptible to soft tender kisses. Just before leaving the back of her lovely neck, I slipped my right hand underneath of her and gently probed her sweet pussy with my index finger. Chloe was tight but sopping wet so, curling and probing, my finger slid into her and curved up and around and I began to slowly stroke her with a light ‘come here’ motion and then I began kissing her back starting at the top of her incredible tattoo, the platinum reinforcement ring at the top opening of the golden enema bag.

I had never had a woman like this; a woman whose coos and moans stimulated me to want to give her more because it was clear that she wanted more! It was not just that I was motivated by my ultimate goal of enjoying her lovely ass; Chloe ignited passions deep within my soul that I had never been conscious that they even existed. The woman fascinated me on so many different levels and I began to allow myself to begin to become one with her. Our bodies and our passions were working together as one complete being. As her lean tight body writhed within my light grasp, I made a mental note of where here bottle of lubrication was; now my lips were at the bottom of the golden enema bag and then I slowly began to kiss and suckle my way down the golden enema hose. My lover began to, unconsciously perhaps-like a subconscious desire-arch her back. Her scent filled my nostrils with a lust that I had never felt before and it drove me; yet there was something else, strange and somehow foreign to me: Love? Hell, I had just met this woman! Then again, she was unlike any woman I had ever met, or even fantasized about for that matter!

As my kisses neared the very beginning of Chloe’s beautifully shaped callipygian cleft, she swayed to and fro spreading her legs wider each time and slowly arching her back higher. Finally the beginning of the golden enema nozzle (the actual apparatus was solid gold) and having only about 2 ½ inches to go, I could plainly see my quarry. She had spread herself wide enough that it was easy to get my body entirely behind her. The last little bit and the golden enema nozzle tattoo terminated where all enema nozzles do and this one was a real piece of art: it actually looked as though it was inserted into Chloe’s sensuous anus! Of course she had been giving me passionate encouragement on my journey to this point, yet this is not a journey for the faint of heart! No it was obvious that reckless abandon was required and I sunk my tongue into this beauty as though I was French kissing her; I was surprised and amazed as Chloe Van Marin giggled a very naughty and bawdy giggle and uttered in a low sultry voice, “Surprise, my love!” Honey! Somehow, after her enema, after her shower she had rubbed honey just inside her lovely asshole. The taste really did surprise me, but it also motivated me to get as much of my tongue into her as I could. When I could feel her begin to relax, I grasped an ass cheek with each hand and I opened her up as far as I dared without hurting her and then I reamed her as far as I could get inside her with my tongue!

Then it happened; Chloe had her first anal orgasm, not earth shattering but she was obviously in ecstasy. That signaled the next and final phase of this incredible time. I left her for a second and reached up and palmed the bottle of personal lubricant and I began to apply it to her. It soon became easy to slide a finger in her sensuous butt, then two. Then I inverted the plastic squeeze bottle and squirted a generous amount into her rectum; finally I liberally coated my rock hard cock and then I stood erect on the floor behind her, as I guided her to line up with me, whispering , “I think we should start out like this before we both lay down together, baby.” All she could manage was some low guttural moans that told me I was on the right track. When the tip of my cock touched her soft sensuous anus, we both cooed, although she was clearly waiting for my lead. Yet the last thing I wanted was to in any way cause her pain. “Remember honey, you wrote the book on this, so you have to open up and take me in slowly”, I whispered. Then I instantly realized that even though she was one of the most celebrated experts on sex in the world, being in this vulnerable position had her in a very passive role-one that she was not used to playing. I remembered what she had read to me about the first night that Jake Lyman an Flo were together as she explained how she was going to take him in her ample bottom. “Just push out gently, baby.” I intoned and when I felt her gradually open to me, I urged her on, “Just a little more, honey-push, that’s it-PUSH.” She sucked in a deep breath gasp as my cockhead and about a ½ inch of my shaft entered Chloe’s amazing ass. Time seemed to slow down for me as I savored the most erotically charged feeling that I had ever felt in my cock and with this woman as I gazed at my cock disappearing into where her golden enema terminated, it was every bit a spiritual experience! “That’s it Chloe, honey, we’re almost there…now don’t move and just take some time to get used to the feeling”, I soothed as I stood still allowing her whatever time she needed to get used to my cock in her ass. She gently grunted and slowly alternated from flexing and pushing out, to clamping down and trying to suck me up inside her. Gradually over what must have been only a few minutes, but in my seeming time bubble it seemed like a long time, her body expanded to easily accommodate my cock and then she careened her neck to give me a sexy look as she grunted and pushed herself back against me, as my cock was sucked up my beautiful lover’s warm tight slippery ass. She slowly writhed, again alternating from grunting to push me out to gripping me tightly and sucking me back in. My heart leaped into my throat as I realized that this was the moment…this was the time…she had dreamed about it and she needed this! Hell I needed this! But I also needed to make it the experience that she would never forget; the quintessential moment that would keep her wanting to repeat or make even more fantastic.

I gently urged my sensuous lover over on her stomach and she obediently complied; actually she acted with anticipation. I was not unaware that this was going to be the first time for both of us, but we had both mentally and physically prepared for this moment. As we went down together, I instantly realized that there was perhaps a 70 pound difference in body weight in my favor over my gorgeous lover. So I searched for easy ways to support my weight so that it didn’t seem like I was pinning her to her bed as I began to gently thrust my cock up her ass. I slowly straddled her lovely legs and that let me rest some of my weight on my knees, but just as thought I was being a good lover, she thrust herself up and into me with enough force that I temporarily lost my balance and my full weight came down on her which drove my cock deep into her causing her to groan erotically. I laid still and began kissing the back of her neck and moving to the side just below her right ear, all the while fingering her wet tight pussy. I bent around to kiss her cheeck hoping she would turn to me so our lips could meet; she did and as our lips met-breathless and panting-I felt her hand come down to meet mine. Chloe was fine with the way I was handling her pussy, but she let me know that she was going to be managing the assault on her clitoris personally, which heightened my own arousal. I had barely registered her erotic move when I could feel her little grunts and moans and she began to thrust herself up against my weight. For a second I thought I needed to move back up on my knees, when it dawned on me: my lover was trying to get more of my cock up her! Passion had its claws sunk into both of us, although she was a little more under its spell-another orgasm took hold of her and as I thought this one might be the big one, I cupped two fingers in, up, and around the corner in her pussy and I held her tight, pulling her up into me, and pushed as deep into her as I could. Then I matched each of her moves as though we were dancing, which in a way we were. I realized that I was close, but I wasn’t sure if I could hold out while she kept building, although as soon as I thought “ease-up-don’t cum yet-she just exploded and screamed “Oh God, Oh God-GIVE IT TO ME!” And I did; five or six long deep strokes and I began to cum deep in my lover’s gorgeous bottom. I came so hard I started shaking and I don’t recall exactly what I said to her, but I was loud and I was still shaking after all of my sperm rocketed all the way up her orgasming ass. I was somewhere else, blissful and serene, and only transcendence and tactile senses let me be aware of my lover impaled beneath me. I became aware that she was squeezing me and lovingly urging me to stay inside her, “Oh stay up inside me, my love, don’t leave me.” Under any other circumstances, I would have been toast by now and there was no way that I thought that I could comply with her request. But her gorgeous ass began to oscillate and suck me in, and although I was not achieving another erection, I was not going completely flaccid either. So I reached around and kissed my lover on her lips, and whispered, “I am in your loving grasp, my love, do with me what you will.” So the lusty heiress sucked me into her luscious ass and then pushed me out again in a quick-time crescendo that caused me to orgasm one final time- it wasn’t earth shattering and it wasn’t the best that I’ve ever had, I had no sperm left to pump-but it was the first and only time that I’ve ever had simultaneous orgasms-and she did it just for me, because she was just in her afterglow; but her afterglow, must have been hot!

My brain was jolted by my own impetus to become aware of her, “God, Chloe you are so amazing on so many levels.” I babbled, as I felt her push up against me and I heard her chide me, “Invoking the almighty, my Jake! That is always a good sign that your spirit has been fulfilled. Lets’ get up and take a shower, sweetheart, so we don’t revel here in the juices of our sex all night.” I laughed with her, knowing what is good for the moment could get pretty rank overnight. As we got into her shower, she turned the water on hot, and it felt good, really good. We gently scrubbed each other and I knew at that time, this woman had taken my heart-and I knew instinctively that I would kill to protect her; God help the son-of –a-bitch that wanted to hurt her because he would not know mercy; I would have absolutely no remorse! This was simply a matter of fact type of thought series and as soon as I registered it in my “Rules of Engagement”, which I did for every important aspect of my life, I would not have to dwell on it any longer this night. Chloe was radiant, not just in her demeanor, but her skin was red from the hot water, when we got out of the shower. We toweled off nuzzling each other and although the feelings between us were not spoken, it was apparent this this long day had profound effects on both of us.

Back in her bed, one of her legs sprawled across my torso, I was treated to a loving smile as she gently stroked my face, then she lightly remarked, “You have strong features and your beard is already starting to stubble. You were so clean-shaven this morning”, she marveled. She just looked at me for a while, checking all of the details of my face and then, almost as a summation she said in a light voice, “It was everything I ever dreamed of all these years, my Jake and you were wonderful”. Then she rose up and straddled my torso and as she looked down on me, she proudly proclaimed, “I’ve finally found a real man…oh Jake…I am so proud to be your…” she seemed to stumble a second, not knowing perhaps just what we were yet, but I instantly filled in the blank for her. “You’re my woman, Chloe, and I tell you that I’ve never had one as sensual and as smart, or not to mention drop-dead gorgeous!” We kissed long tender kisses until we both needed to sleep and my last waking thought was ‘What a day-a day like no other in my life!’