Van Marin Mansion on Belvedere, 9:30 am May 6, 1955

The most memorable, but long and energy consuming days of my life, at least so far, Sunlight on my face was the first thing I was aware of; I was still tired after a long night. With, apparently, a big sigh I opened my eyes and realized …ya I’m in her bed…and I looked over and there she was-laying on her side with her head resting on her arms just staring at me, her breast lying against my chest, and the look on her face brought a smile to my face. I managed, “Oh, so you really weren’t a dream, you really were that intelligent raving beauty that stole my heart last night.” When she heard that her loving smile turned sultry and with what should have been more effort than it looked when she did it, she rose up and straddled my chest with her legs back to my waist and she looked down at me and said, “Welcome to my world, detective, you’ve had my heart for a long time.” Her pouty vulva was just inches from my face, and as I looked up at her and then at her lovely pussy, she bent down and gently put her hands on my face and helped me do what I had an inkling to do anyway but might not have without her sexual appetite. So I dined on Chloe’s sumptuous pussy as a before breakfast snack; even though her outer labia were dry, she had a sweet moisture just inside her lips and her clitoris was erect in its hood and I suckled it until she bucked in my mouth with a sensuous set of moans that said thank you for the nice little orgasm, the look on her face said that this one was just the first of many others to come today. Then in one athletic torque, she lifted off and landed on the floor challenging me to accompany downstairs to have some Champagne with her before she made a hunter’s frittata. She grabbed a bath robe and threw it on. As I vaulted out of bed trying to match her enthusiasm, I was sore-everywhere and although I winced a little, I was nonetheless buoyed by her spirits, and grabbing the bath robe that she threw to me I chased after her and caught her from behind by the time that she hit the 2nd floor landing. Then I put my best impression of an “Angel & the Bad Man” kiss on her. I could tell she liked it. She gave me a decent Mae West impression, “If that was supposed to impress me handsome…well it did! Now take me downstairs and give me some more of this punishment-I like it that way!”

I escorted her the rest of the way downstairs with her both of her arms wrapped in my left and when we got into her kitchen, which incidentally was half the size of my apartment, she casually said, “Jake, there’s a decent champagne in the refrigerator and there is some orange juice in the freezer-why don’t you make as a couple of mimosas, while I start breakfast.” I quipped, “I’m on the case.” I opened the refer and a Dom Perignon 48 stared back at me, taking me in awe for a second, then I grabbed it and put it on the counter, while I retrieved an expensive full pulp fresh squeezed orange juice from the freezer that was not a commercial brand. I retrieved a juice pitcher and a couple of large crystal flutes from a cupboard and began to assemble the specified beverages, as I watched Chloe work her magic. “What is all this?” I asked, as I handed her a glass of mimosa. She glanced at me, pride in her eyes, but love in her voice, “Artichoke hearts from Monterey, sundried tomatoes from Tuscany, fresh basil from the San Joaquin Valley, venison sausage from a good friend in Idaho…all made with love for you, my Jake. Some melted sharp cheddar from Tillamook, Oregon and we have a breakfast fit for royalty.” She turned and toasted me, adding, “You may not believe that fits you, my Jake…but you must believe me when I tell you this from the bottom of my heart…in my eyes…you’re a king!” I came close to her, took her in one arm, brought her in close to me and whispered, “That’s something of an exaggeration, Chloe, now that you know…about what I’m capable of…” she interrupted me and forcefully said, “Jake, damn it! I’ll take no self-loathing from you…you certainly and rightly, by the way, denied it of me! But since you put it that way, Jake, it is that I know precisely what you are capable of and what your motivations are…oh Jake...I know that you’re the man for me, because my Jake… I really do know what you are capable of.” I wrapped my arms around her waste from behind, and nuzzled her neck, which caused her to giggle and say, “At least let me finish this before you light my fire.” As the frittata baked in a cast iron skillet, we sipped champagne mixed with pulped orange juice taking in each other for our first morning as intimate lovers.

When she had plated up the feast and we sat down to enjoy it, she casually quipped, “So what are you doing for the rest of your life, detective?” I looked at her and saw no hidden agenda, so I said as matter of fact, “I had a promising career when I met you yesterday and I still do today…have a promising career, that is.” She forked a piece of the egg-vegetable-venison in her mouth, savoring it sensually then tossing it down with the Dom Perignon, smacked her lips then she measured me, “I like to live well Jake and most of this I’ve earned from my writing. Of course I inherited this house and the property, but I have invested all of their money and I live off of my own income. On the other hand, have you ever thought about having a business partner, Jake?” I was momentarily amused before I realized that she was serious. “What makes you think that you want to be in the detective business, Chloe? It’s nowhere near as lucrative as your writing career,” I said curiously. Chloe gazed at me with a sultry look and then unloosened her rob letting it slip off of her shoulders exposing her perfect breasts for me. As she watched me admire her, she smiled and as the Stanford scholar she gave me a little lesson, “Creativity is our intelligence having fun, Jake; Albert Einstein said that. I know that I have none of your background in law enforcement, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t bring something to the table. I realize that not every case that you take will be a candidate for my partnership. But consider this: I rent the suite next to yours and we share the expenses for your secretary, Angel. When I’m not working with you, I’m writing; so it’s a good venue for me a well. Of course, I’ll have the suite remodeled to my specifications.” “Oh, what did you have in mind?” I asked. She smiled and said, “A separate tenant improvement with a private bath and a boudoir!” “Interesting proposal”, I mused, thinking that I would have to have some real discipline if I was going to keep out of her office and bed all day. “I have another good idea. Do you want to hear it?” I looked at her for a moment deciding if I did or not, but then nodded my head, because denial didn’t seem productive at this time. Again she measured me before speaking and I realized that even when she was not being overtly sexual, she was by any standard an erotic woman: Her piercing green eyes, breasts heaving up and down, and her considerable intelligence straining at its leash as though a big cat looking to play with its prey but can’t reach it because it is just outside of the leash. Then she began, “If you would consider living here on Belvidere with me, my Jake, you could give up your apartment and that would save you expenses that you would be free to capitalize your business with. That would help you to match my contribution and…” she paused measuring me again before continuing, “Is this all going too fast for you, my love?”

Well, that was easy for me to answer, “After a day like yesterday, my green-eyed beauty, nothing is going to seem too fast!” “Good, I knew that you were fearless, but some men just can’t deal with a woman like me”, she retorted. “Scared, most likely”, I mused; thoughtless of what my observations meant to her. She arose up, sheading her robe, and came over to my chair and knelt down beside me and purred, “I didn’t scare you off, my love.” She laid her head in my lap and looked up at me with a look that told me ‘I will do anything for you’ a look that I never wanted to end. But such a woman will truck no bullshit and in such circumstances as these, only your gut can guide you, “Chloe…courage means that fear has to be conquered, or at the very least suppressed. Otherwise, it isn’t courage but a form of mental illness.” I smiled at her and caressed her back and shoulders with my hand. What came out of her mouth next seemed to be a mix of autonomous robot and curiosity as though she was giving an interview, “Jake…do you want to have children?” Again I let go with my gut instinct, “As of yesterday, I was not planning for a family, Chloe. On the other hand…and I hope that we, whatever we have at this moment in time, will become much more and when that happens, I could be open to a family somewhere …someday down the road.” “I have no desire to have children.” She whispered and I thought I detected an apologetic note in her voice. I thought about asking her why, but in a very real sense she had already revealed much of her background to me and I would not deserve the license that hung in my office if I didn’t realize that she didn’t feel worthy to be a mother at this stage of her life. I knew, though, that if I was going to have the stabilizing influence on her that was one of the strong points that I brought to the table her current sentiments could change; yet I had no reason to encourage her to motherhood.

I arose and took her hands and lifted her nude body erect and then I opened my robe and engulfed her next to me and then wrapped us both up in it. “Why did your grandfather have such a huge robe?” I asked after I had fastened the sash tightly around us, pressing her warm body to mine. She put her arms around me and hugged me inside of the robe and said, “He had it custom made, because he liked them real big and long so that his legs kept warm too.” She cooed and rose up and let me know she wanted a kiss…and as eagerly as I gave it to her, she gave back as good as she got. As I caressed her body, my hands invariably found her sensuous butt and as I squeezed and kneaded her, she looked into my eyes with adoration. I spread my legs wide apart to lower myself closer to her height and by pressing her butt with both hands I pulled her tightly to me. She put her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply, her tongue penetrating my mouth darting in and about like some out worldly creature. We finally came up for air and I smiled at her and whispered, “Am I going to have to give you an enema every time we make love?” She looked intently into my eyes for a moment before lowering it and resting her head sideways on my chest and then she whispered back, “For the time being, my love, it’s still new to me and, assuming that you really don’t mind…I prefer it that way…for the time being; It will take some time before I can get to see a doctor and get fitted for an IUD.” I said, “I’ll take you anyway that you want, my lovely heiress, I just think that you’re the kind of woman that likes a lot of variety.” She giggled, “I didn’t think that I was that transparent.” I laughed with her and said, “Even a jaded detective can have a bit of insight into your feminine wiles. What say we clean up and then go have some afternoon delight?”

I looked at the table and neither of us had finished our food and I suggested that we put it away until tomorrow morning and then I could make us a great breakfast burrito. When she said that she didn’t have any tortillas in the house, I told her that I could make them and letting her out of my robe we cleaned up and put everything in the refrigerator. “Jake, would you like to hear some more of my book?” She asked as we headed back up to the master bedroom. I enthusiastically said, “I’d love to, partner.” “You mean that Jake?” She asked “I do, Chloe, although we’re going to need to draw up partnership papers and we can work out the details in the next couple of days.” I said as a matter of fact. Then I added almost as an afterthought, “Oh yes and your IUD will have to wait until we get back from France. We’re leaving as soon as Angel can schedule it for us.” “What? Why leave so soon?” She asked seemingly confused. I was on a roll, “Because, my lovely heiress, we need to get to this Jean-Pierre Dubois character as soon as possible and with as little fanfare as possible; that is if you want me to recover the Golden Enema for you?” She still looked confused, “We don’t really have any evidence, and how are we going to recover it?” I said, “We don’t need any evidence, I just need to find it and then I’m going to steal it back, he has no legitimate claim to it, so he can’t report it as being stolen.” She still didn’t get the picture, “So how do you plan to get into the Chateau without him knowing your there?” I glanced askance at her, thinking that for such an educated woman, there were some things that she apparently had no aptitude for, so I just said, “Oh I think we’re going to find some drop-dead gorgeous fox that will act as a diversion. Do you know anyone who might fit that description, Chloe?” When the plan suddenly revealed itself to her, she smiled and nodding her head in the affirmative, then she said, “It’s going to be fun being your partner Jake.” I retorted, “Well you shouldn’t get bored Chloe.” After we had finished our conversation lying nude on her bed, she took her book off of the night stand and began reading to me.

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

As Lyman came wading back into the pool, Flo heard him and picking up her soap, turned and waded in to meet him saying, “You don’t look any worse for the wear, Love. How do you feel?” Lyman managed a smile and said, “Well I can’t say that I have that Kingly feeling that you promised yet, but I’m still hopeful.” She laughed at that and as they met in the middle of the pool, she closed with him and they embraced. The flaming red haired Irish beauty gazed up into his eyes, thinking to herself, ‘Oh sweet Jesus, a girl could get a broken heart over this man, if she wasn’t as strong as she needed to be for him’, but instead she softly commanded, “Just lie down in this shallow part, Jake; I’m going to give you a proper bathing. Let’s start by having you on your back.” Then she chuckled, “This is where you start to feel kingly, Love.” She began to lather up his chest and then moved to his arms and under arms. As her voluptuous white breasts lightly rubbed across Lyman’s slippery chest, her nipples became erect and hard. “Enjoying this are you, Farren?” she heard Jake whisper and at that she kissed him while moving her soap held in her hand and down to his manhood where she slowly lathered him up. She could feel him become erect and she looked at him and softly said, “I want to hear you tell me that you don’t want to take me up my nice big lily white Irish arse, Jake.” Lyman sighed, “Ah Flo, I just can’t say that.” She looked a little smug at the big Texas Ranger, before she whispered, “Well then, Ranger…we both have something to look forward to, don’t we? Not today though, we all have other plans for you. Now roll over, it’s time I scrubbed up your backside!”

Her ministrations felt good to Lyman, as her hands lathered his neck and upper back, although he realized where she was heading next and his heart started to stir as her hands kneaded and scrubbed his lower back and when he felt her slippery soapy hands on his butt, he inhaled deeply. His senses acutely aware, he heard her whisper, “That’s it now Love, just relax…just relax.” Her voice was hypnotic, as her slippery fingers touched his pucker-nut and she began to thoroughly wash him. He grunted involuntarily as he felt one and then two of her soapy fingers enter him, then he heard her whisper, “There, love, that wasn’t so bad was it? Now let’s get your legs and feet. Do you have a fresh pair of socks in your saddle bags, Love?” Lyman acknowledged by saying, “I always wash a pair and let them dry so my feet are always in good shape. I never know when I need to follow some polecat where a horse can’t go.” After she had finished with his feet and rinsed him off, she bade him to stay in place for a moment while she fetched something else from the bank of the pool where she had temporarily stored some of her sundries. She came back to him carrying a jar of something, as she kneeled down to him. “This is a soothing lotion made from a medicinal plant called an aloe vera.” She said, “Never heard of it, before; what kind of a plant is it?” Lyman asked as he felt her rub it into his arse. “It is a type of cactus, well, not quite, but it looks like a cactus that originated in North Africa, I believe, but now it is cultivated in Spain and in some of the islands of the Caribbean. Soothing isn’t Love?” She said and Lyman mused, “Ya, it is. Some of the Indian tribes use certain types of cactus medicinally as well. Prickly Pear, for instance, can be used to make a poultice to help wounds to heal.” Flo urged him to roll over on his back again and she straddled him and squeezed his semi-erect manhood between her ample butt cheeks as she gazed down at him smiling, “Well that’s good to know Jake. I hope that I never have to patch you up, but if I ever do, I’ll make sure that I know where I can lay my hands on some, what was it, Prickly Pear?” When Lyman smiled and nodded, she arose and extended her hand to help him up and he took it although he arose mostly from his inner strength.

They strode over to the bank together and he helped her get dressed. Lyman admired this woman, who was full of plucky jade. She could sense his admiration and it made her proud of the woman that she had become. Lyman started to get dressed as Flo went to retrieve a fresh pair of socks from his saddle bags. Once he stood up with his boots on, he buckled on the twin army colts, tied them down and they both mounted up and slowly walked their horses back to camp. On the way, they had casual conversations about a variety of subjects, exchanging glances at one another. It seemed clear to that their relationship was becoming something more than just a casual romp. Farran O’Flannery realized that as he was setting astride that big blue roan, Jake Lyman was one hell of a man-a man the likes of which she had never met before. Similarly Lyman was aware that the voluptuous red-haired Irish beauty was a rare woman-rare in deed.

TRAMP STAMP-Chapter 5 (continued)

Van Marin Mansion on Belvedere, 11:45 am May 6, 1955

As soon as Chloe had started reading, I had been gently, slowly, but inexorably rubbing massage oil over her body, which heightened her sexuality and now, abruptly, Chloe stopped reading. Laying the book aside she rolled over on her back and pulled me down to her-kissing me with a wild abandon. She stuck her wet tongue in my ear and then whispered in a low sultry growl that had a note of pleading to it, “Make me a nice warm enema, my love, and then give it to me the way you know I want you to.” Amazed at what I heard, knowing how she came to know me, I was still cognizant of how utterly fortunate I was to have this incredible beauty love me and share her most intimate secrets with me. There is no holding back from such a woman; there is only what is in your heart and as she gives you her trust, she demands the same from you. “My heart leapt up in my throat as I heard tell me that, baby.” I heard myself moan and her instant retort with a sensual smile was, “Is that your Pavlovian response to knowing that I want you to make love to me up my bottom?” I felt her hand lightly brush my cock and to my surprise I was hard although I wasn’t yet aware of it until she touched me. I met her smile with, “Maybe you’re right, Gorgeous, maybe it only took one time to get me…uh…conditioned?” Chloe Van Marin raised her eyebrows gazed away in thought and then looked back and locked her eyes with mine and mused, “Maybe I just get to be the recipient of all of your pent-up sexual desires for that big bottomed Brazilian that you told me about?” I kissed her realizing that even though I saw her as a strong beautiful and powerfully wealthy woman, underneath those layers of armor, she had all of the frailties that came with her mother’s tragic end and all of the failed relationships that she had before she fell in love with me-before I ever knew her. Now after knowing her for 24 hours-I was captivated by her. I made a statement of fact, “I told you all about that Brazilian girl, Chloe, but I also told you that you have the most gorgeous ass that I have ever laid eyes on. Do you remember?” I was up and turning to go make up an enema to administer to her, when I turned and deciding that it would be better to have a joint effort, I extended my hand with a smile. When she realized that I wanted her with me, she got up and gave me a tender kiss and then said, “Let’s.”

When we had her enema prepared just the way she wanted it, I noticed that there was a portable coat rack in the closet and grabbed that and put it next to the bed and hung the enema bag on it. Her recent insecurity gave me an idea and I sat across her bed with my back up against the headboard, which was smooth, and I took her by her hand and guided her into my lap and into my arms. With her butt in my lap and her legs sideway to me with my arms wrapped around her, she could feel safe and loved I realized that she probably didn’t get any fatherly love as a little girl. She instantly responded that way I thought she would, softly moaning and cooing. I just held her tight…for some time…I wasn’t counting; her head lying against my chest I held her until she looked up at me with a smile and whispered, “Oh my big Jake…I really needed that.” Then a little giggle came out of her and she said, “I can feel you cock throbbing on my butt.” It was her signal…it was time to play!

I kissed her tenderly and deeply on her mouth and I felt her tongue dart into mine. She threw her head back and I kissed her neck and felt her nipples grow erect as my finger played across them. Feeling safe and loved, her passion ignited, and she quickly glanced up at the enema hanging on the coat rack, he mouth fell a gape, and looked back at me but I wasn’t going to give her what she needed just yet. I kissed her again, more deeply than before and my hands and fingers found her vulva. Moisture was just inside her lips and I found it by slowly probing with my index finger and like a well spring she started to produce slippery fluid-lots of it and it smelled good! She was tight, although she began to accept two of my fingers, but was having difficulty expanding to take a third, but I wasn’t in a hurry. From her position in my lap, her legs spread; I noticed that she was looking down at what I was doing in a kind of trance, her mouth slightly open, and her tongue parting her lips.

I wanted to make a statement, and I also wanted just a little shock value, but Chloe needed to know what I thought about her physically. I slowly pulled my fingers from her pussy, making sure that I cupped her juices as I brought my fingers forth, and as her gaze followed my hand as it slowly and inexorably traveled up to my mouth, her head turned and she was certainly surprised when I licked my fingers and pronounced her juices better than anything that I have ever tasted. Chloe Van Marin looked at me in wonderment and then mouthed without her voice, “Jake Dryden! You are crazy!” I thought ‘I’m getting ready to give you an enema, not because you really need it, but as a sexual stimulant’. Then I picked up the lubricant and liberally filled my hand with it and then swiped a big dollop into her sensuous tight butt. I gently, but firmly touched Chloe in her most intimate of spots; her hairless anus that I found to be highly erotic. It was situated at the bottom of a little divot-a sunken depression- that was perfect for holding a blob of lube and it helped to open her and sort of force the lubrication into her. As the erotic beauty laid in my arms, she also an arm around me to help her balance; moaning low under her breathing, she kissed my neck as my thumb and fore and index fingers played with her pussy and clitoris while my third and little fingers played with her sensuous butt-lubricating her butthole.

What my two smaller fingers found as a warm tight lubricated tunnel, my hand formed two lovers for Chloe, and I began to gently thrust into her; the two larger fingers in her pussy and the two smaller fingers up her lovely ass-my thumb constantly massaging her love button. I alternated from slowly, firmly going as far up her as my fingers could comfortably go, to a slow withdrawal only to start this erotic cycle all over again. She felt good to me and I enjoyed pleasuring her like this especially since she obviously enjoyed it too! I kept up a nice slow but steady rhythm; in…out…in…out…in…out; my thumb giving her constant clitoral stimulation. Suddenly Chloe’s stomach tightened and began to spasm and she started thrusting herself into my hand uttering-babbling really-in the throes of orgasm, “Uh…Oooh…ehhhh…ah…uh, uh,uh,uh,uh…AAAASHI..AHHHHH…GGGODDD OH GGGOOOD-GOD…JAKE, AHHH…oooo, baby I really enjoyed thaaat! Eh…a nice little cummy …before you give me… that enema.” She ended breathless.

I had a throbbing erection after that and as I reached and pulled down the enema nozzle and hose I was under her loving gaze. I had picked the nozzle for her, which was a big black curved bulbous headed douche nozzle that was ¾ inches diameter at the very tip and then tapered down to about 3/8 inches and then flared at the end where the hose connected. After I lubricated the nozzle, I lubricated her once more and I urged her spread her legs and lift up at her waist some so that I could have access to her. Touching the nozzle to her butt, it slid easily into her little pocket divot and just touched her asshole. As she felt it, the sensuous beauty stared aimlessly away in concentration when I whispered, “Just relax sweetheart; that’s it. Feel the pressure? Just push, easy honey, easy…we’re almost there…easy…there, now; do you feel…oh there you go; you’re sucking it right in.” She gave a couple of good grunts, and I helped guide it up inside her with only about 1 ½ inches of it showing as it peered out of her lovely ass pocket attached to the enema hose.

Then I brought her back up into my arms and adjusted her so that her legs straddled mine again and the end of her enema nozzle protruded between my legs just in front of my cock. She looked like she was in a trance, and she was obviously feeling safe, though she seemed oddly vulnerable at the same time. Finally, she looked up at me with total devotion and with fascination on her face, she mused, “I was so afraid that you would reject me for my little kink, Jake, I almost didn’t come in yesterday morning.”

I smiled at her and softly said, “That day is all behind us and we have today and the future. You captured my heart, Chloe, and don’t tell me that you didn’t do everything you could to make that happen my wiley fox.” I kissed her and our mouths locked open and I held her there with my left arm locking into me while my right hand roamed across her lovely breasts and caressed her tight stomach before sliding two of my fingers into her sopping wet pussy. Chloe moaned in ecstasy, and I was noisy as well and when our lips finally parted she threw her head back and I slowly wet kissed her sensuous neck from ear to ear. Then we open mouth French kissed as she rocked her torso in time with my finger thrusts and when I was sure that she was totally distracted right at the moment when she had her tongue as far into my mouth as she could possibly get it and thrust her torso out to follow my fingers withdrawal anticipating that I was going to thrust them in again-I OPENED THE ENEMA CLAMP WIDE OPEN! The effect on my lover electrified her and she froze in the middle of her passion as the warm enema surged into her bowels. She gasped and held onto me and I kissed her cheek and began thrusting my fingers into her pussy again. Chloe, already in the grip of passion and not too far, I judged, from another orgasm prior to my opening the clamp and jump starting her enema, now was completely driven by the enema. She made a great effort to flex her Kegel muscles to pump the water deep into her bowels by a hard flexing motion that matched the cadence my finger thrusts deep into her vagina. What had begun as series of passionate moans had now grown in a grunting and screaming crescendo as her face contorted in a mixture of exquisite emotions that ranged from nearing orgasmic bliss to controlling the mounting fury raging in her undulating ass. Then seemingly oblivious to my presence and totally focused on the dazzling array of physical sensations that now virtually controlled her entire body, Chloe clenched her teeth, held her breath, and stretched out straight with her toes curled wildly backwards, her nipples rock hard, and shuddered violently for nearly 30 seconds-a life time for such a full bodied anal-vaginal-clitoral climax!

My first thought after my utter fascination with what had just transpired in my arms was to help her to her toilet to get some relief and it took no effort to convince her that was what she needed. Her legs were unsteady from the violence and physical stress of her powerful orgasm, I helped her all the way into her bathroom holding her enema bag until I had her sat on her toilet and then I eased the big nozzle out her lovely ass. Her pretty face was red-blotched, and her hair was sweat-stuck around her forehead and cheeks and her breathing was labored, but I kissed her lovingly and then told her that I wanted to leave her to her privacy, and she didn’t protest.

TRAMP STAMP-Chapter 5 (continued)

Van Marin Mansion on Belvedere, 1:10 pm May 6, 1955

I was cleaning up Chloe’s enema apparatus in her bathroom sink in the adjoining room from her separate toilet room. I used hot water mixed with bleach that I found under the sink and when I had it clean to my satisfaction, I hung it on a hook that seemed suited to that purpose. Then I went out and sat on her bed for a while contemplating what we might do when she had fully relieved herself of her enema. A shower was certainly the next step for both of us and after that? It seemed to me that as energetic as my gorgeous new lover is, she was more than likely exhausted from all that had transpired between us in the last 24 hours or so; hell it seemed more like 3 or 4 days but it was only yesterday that she had come into my office and I knew in that short space of time that our lives would be forever altered.

I looked at her book, which was still open to where she had left off and wondered if she would like me to read to her. It couldn’t hurt to ask her; I finally heard the toilet flush and a couple of minutes later, I heard it flush again. I got up and went in to start the shower; it took a couple of minutes for the water to get hot, when she opened the door to her toilet and looked sheepishly at me and uttered, “I must look a fright.” I countered with, “You’re a lovely woman who’s had a robust and very bawdy 24 hours; come here baby let me help you into the shower.” She stepped in with me and I had the water very warm, but not hot enough to make her shy away. She held on to me with her face sideways against my chest, the shower spray hitting the back of her neck and cascading down her back. I soothed her for a couple of minutes and then I started shampooing her hair. I could tell that she liked my ministrations so I rinsed her and then applied her cream rinse. Then I began to soap her up and down, as she cooed her encouragement to me. As I soaped her breasts and underarms she looked up at me-her glance resigned to a loving approval-a tired but erotic smile etched on her lips.

I soaped up her back and when I reached her well rounded tight butt, I soaped her nicely developed strong tight gluteus before reaching up the crack of her ass with several deep swipes of soap. Then I began to massage her sexy butthole with my fingers as she looked far away into space concentrating on the feelings that I was producing, when I began to penetrate her with my index finger. When I had done what I wanted in cleaning her perfect ass, as I re-soaped up my hands and prepared to squat down to work over her legs and feet, she whispered, “Are you preparing me to put your cock…”, I instantly cut her off, “No baby, I don’t think that’s what you need right now. I was thinking of holding you in my arms and reading your book to you. How does that sound?” She cooed, “Oh that sounds wonderful, my love.” Then she giggled a little, adding, “It will be fun hearing my muse sounding like the Texas Ranger. Oooo and just when it starts to get really sexy too!” All dried off and a large towel around her head covering her long brunette hair, Chloe curled up in my arms in anticipation as I began to read.

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

With the late afternoon sun at their backs, Jake and Flo walked their horses into camp and immediately smelled a venison stew in the Dutch-oven. There was a note with a rock holding it down with a stick with a ribbon tied around it to get their attention. It said “Flo: you and the King should have some stew, you both are probably hungry, and then come down to the swimming hole. We are already there.” While they certainly were not starved, they both ate some and then, having picketed their horses, they walked together to what Lyman judged would be something that he would not soon forget.

When Jake and Flo had arrived at the swimming hole, Spring, Cora Jane, Jasmine, and Vicky Sue were all lounging around in the water in the nude laughing and giggling but when they saw Lyman they all stood up and merrily shouted, “Our King has arrived!” As Lyman looked around for a good place to hang his guns, he didn’t notice Spring make eye contact with Flo, who almost imperceptibly nodded in the affirmative letting Spring know that she had succeeded in giving the big man a good clystering. When Lyman had hung his guns so they would be within easy reach, he quickly got undressed and wadded into the sandy bottomed warm pool of water as Spring came to embrace him. As her lovely wet body came up tight against his she said loud enough for all to hear, “After that incredible time you showed me last night, your highness, we all thought it was time we showed you just how grateful we are that you started to look after us.” She took him by the hand and led him to a warm shallow sandy spot where Flo had already sat down and said, “If your highness will allow me, I will help you lie down with your head in this lovely concubine’s lap.” She helped him down and he put his head in Flo’s lap. As he looked up at Flo, she bent down and lightly brushed the nipples of her voluptuous breasts across his lips and while he concentrated on her erotic diversion, Cora Jane and Jasmine flanked him and began kissing his chest alternating on sucking his nipples. His peripheral vision caught Flo handing a jar to Spring who dipped her hand in and then handed it back to Flo.

Jake felt Spring kneel down and spread his legs. Then he felt her slippery fingers begin to go up his arse and it felt pleasant. He closed his eyes momentarily enjoying the sensations of these lovely women then…a mouth was sucking on his manhood and when he looked up Vicky Sue’s eyes met his. “Surprise your highness!” She lifted her head momentarily before she went back to working him over. Jake could feel his cock get very hard and it began to throb in Vicky Sue’s mouth. Jasmine broke off and straddled Lyman’s upper torso and squatted down and began feeding her pussy to him. The big Ranger marveled at how good she tasted and lapped hungrily at her vulva and sucked on her love button. Jasmine was very wet and she soon started bucking and Flo held on to her so that she didn’t lose her balance as Jasmine went through her climax.

Then Spring said, “Ok it’s time for the final curtain your highness.” Spring kept her fingers in Jakes arse, while Cora Jane and Jasmine each flanked him by his thighs, as Vicky Sue quit sucking his manhood, stood up and announced, “Spring says I can’t have a man in my pussy for at least another year Jake. But they have been clystering me all day Jake and they have my arse all slathered up. Cora Jane and Jasmine will hold me up so I don’t fall all the way down on you and hurt myself. I wanna feel you squirt your spunk up my arse, Jake.” It was all moving too fast for Lyman to say anything and as the three ladies were getting into position Flo bent over and rubbed a liberal blob of her slippery essence on Lyman’s manhood. Then Cora Jane and Jasmine guided Vicky Sue into position and gently set her tight young arse down on Lyman’s very erect manhood just a little bit. He heard Flo whisper to him, “Now don’t thrust up hard love, just stay sill. We’ll do all the work; besides we don’t want to hurt her and this will be quite pleasant for the both of you.”

Lyman could feel them let Vicky Sue down enough to where he could feel her tight butthole touch the tip of his manhood as the women coached her to grunt like she had to go. He could feel her open up and tighten up on him, all of which made him want more. Spring had her hand on the very base of his manhood stroking him while two fingers of her other hand slowly went in and out of Lyman’s arse. Flo bent over Lyman’s head and began to massage Vicky Sue’s pussy with her index finger. Between her caterwauling and grunting, Vicky Sue was getting very passionate, and she tried to bounce so that she could get more of his manhood up her tender young arse. But the more experienced women would not let her drop that far down. She had just the tip completely up inside her, but Spring was starting to make Jake feel like he was imminent, and he uttered, “Uh…eh, ya I’m almost there…almost there.” Then Vicky Sue started screaming, “Ya, oh ya Jake…oooo squirt it up me Jake…I’m ree…Ah.” Lyman grunted and began to shake and then uncontrollably thrust upwards, but Spring’s hand kept him from really penetrating Vicky Sue’s tender young arse too far and he pumped all of his pent up spunk up into Vicky Sue’s tight butt!

The ladies helped Vicky Sue stand up and Spring had already taken her fingers out of Lyman, who rested his head in Flo’s lap, as she lightly stroked his face. Lyman watched as his spunk started dribbling out of Vicky Sue’s butt, although it was Cora Jane that got Lyman’s attention. She kept casting glances at him until he said, “Come here darl’en and let me taste your sweet pussy.” Her eyes lit up and she said, “Oh Jake, honey…you didn’t forget about me!” She came over and squatted down over Lyman’s mouth and steading herself on Flo, she felt his warm mouth on her. As Cora Jane gently rocked to his tonguing and licking, Flo whispered, “Spring gave Cora Jane a good clystering today and she has been bathing all day Jake.” She was coaching Jake that it would be ok, if he wanted to, to also lick the young beauty’s lovely derriere without worrying that she wasn’t clean. Cora Jane was a very sexual woman who also had very strong moves; she reminded Lyman of what he had read about the ancient Spartan women. Cora Jane’s passions had been ignited all through the evening and now she was on fire and soon she was moaning and then in a final screaming climax, she fell against Flo and rested her butt on Lyman’s chest for a moment as she got herself under control. Then she stretched out prone on top of Jake and began to kiss him. Finally she looked down at him smiling and said, “Oh Jake that was wonderful…thank you.” And she kissed him again and got up and left him and Flo together.

Lyman watched the women begin to get ready to go back to camp and each one of them gave him a long loving look as he laid his head in Flo’s lap-it seemed clear that the two of them were going to stay in the pool long into the evening after the rest of the ladies were back at camp getting ready for the final trip into the outskirts of Sulfur Springs tomorrow.

When they were all alone, Lyman got up and helped Flo to her feet. In the early evening, the air was beginning to cool down, but the water was still very warm and Jake took her hand and they waded in to the deepest part, which nearly covered Floe’s large, beautiful breasts. Jake took her in his arms saying, “Well Miss O’Flannery, aren’t you a lovely apparition.” He kissed her long and deeply and when their lips parted, she gasped a little and whispered, “Well Ranger, I don’t recall you looking at me that way before. Have I missed something Jake?” He smiled at her and said, “You shouldn’t have Farran. I had my cards on the table all the way with you.” The voluptuous red-haired Irish beauty looked at him a little dumbfounded, her mouth slightly agape, and her breasts heaving while she breathed deeply in thought for a long moment. Finally, in what seemed like some distress, she said, “I could only hope beyond hope Jake, but I know that Spring has a fancy for you…and I…I owe her so much…” He cut her off, “Spring is a lovely woman and there is no doubt that we will always be great friends, Farran, but she is first and foremost a business woman and her business is building whore houses. Not that I’m opposed to that, mind you darl’en, but the man that shares her love will also have to share her business interests with her and watch as he shares her with other men. That is not what I want; not at all darl’en-are we clear about that?”

Farran O’Flannery looked into his eyes, searching his soul. He was a good man, but he was in a dangerous business. She had heard that the average Texas Ranger only lived 2 or 3 years on the job before he was killed. She knew that Jake Lyman was tough and lightning fast with his guns and she had seen him kill two men in less than the blink of an eye; remembering now that she had not even seen him draw his first Colt, the motion was so fast. She judged that he was tough and, yes, even ruthless when the situation called for it. Much of the west was still lawless and it took men like Jake Lyman to bring instant justice to those who gave him no other choice. He was still a young man, but what would happen when he got older and a little slower?

She suddenly felt the need to hang on to him, but whispered, “Take me into the shallows and lay with me a spell Jake.” They waded back to the shallow sandy area and lay down in the warm water together; then he held her tight to him and kissed her again. When her let her go, to Lyman’s surprise she almost came to tears; then she composed herself even in her state of nakedness and faced him saying, “So Jake Lyman…I take that you have more of a fancy for me than just being up my big lily-white Irish arse?” Jake grinned and lightly stroked her hair and her face and then replied, “Yes Farran, although that memorable night in your lovely arse was something I’ll not soon forget, these last few days have given me a chance to get to know you for the remarkable woman that you are. I know real character when I see it and you’re the kind of woman that a man like me could easily…well I mean…” A smile instantly crossed her lips, and she bore into him, “Just what is it that you mean, Jake?” He stuttered on but finally found himself, “Well…what I’m trying to say…damn it all to hell, Farran, I love you and I want to marry you…if you’ll have a man like me that is?”

Farran O’Flannery, the woman they all called Flo, looked at the big Texas Ranger in awe for almost a minute until she uttered with a little shock in her voice, “You work fast Ranger! You hardly even know me, and I suppose that you expect me to quit my profession while you keep getting more famous as a Texas Ranger-right up to the time some wicked bastard shoots you in the back! What am I to do then Jake?” He held her and kissed her deeply again and then smiling, said, “I take it that you’ll consider it then, Farran?”

Farran then easily morphed into the voluptuous courtesan that she also was, losing her innocent love-sick look, and she rolled on her back and spun around slowly bending her knees and spreading her legs at Lyman as she looked at him haughtily, lustfully and sultrily said, “So your highness, now that all 5 of us have treated like a king, there is still a woman that has yet to receive satisfaction. Now if you would be so kind as to turn your attention to this?” He was amazed as her pink pussy opened and closed winking at him, and her attitude was both very erotic and also challenging him to action, which stirred his already satisfied loins. Thinking that he couldn’t recover sufficiently from the session that he had just finished to be able to satisfy Farran the way that he wanted to-he resolved to give her his lips and tongue-knowing that she would like that as much, probably more; he knew that this was something that men in this part of the country did not normally perform on women-even on their wives, but especially not on a ‘soiled dove’.

Jake slowly crawled on his hands and knees up through her open legs and stretched out and his lips lightly brushed hers and she closed her eyes expecting it to last longer, but he didn’t linger. Instead, he moved to kiss her neck-slowly-from ear to ear; then moving down from her throat to her big white firm breasts, he kissed and suckled each one; kneading them gently as he did so. After several gasps uttered from her lips, Lyman looked up at her with a playful look and whispered, “Tell me some of the things that you’re considering?” She gasped again, before whispering, “Now love…you want me to…tell you…now?” Lyman moved down and, putting his hands under each one of the nice big tight, firm cheeks of her buttocks, lifting her up slightly; just as he was about to go down on her he looked up at her and commanded in no uncertain terms, “Now!” And then he bent down and opened his mouth full and covered her entire vulva and slowly and alternately tongued and suckled her sweet pussy. As he pleasured the flaming red haired Irish beauty, he heard her try to tell him what he had asked for, “Oooh yes…like that…oooh I really like it like that…I ah…eh…oooh…I need to…eh…uh…help my friend…uuuh…set up…in…oooh, Jake that feels very good! Uh...as I was trying to say…Jake, honey, can you just stop for a minute and let me finish so that I can then concentrate on the pleasure that I am…that you are giving me?”

Jake looked up with a big grin on his face, “I’m all ears darl’en.” She tried to hold back a giggle, but was quite unsuccessful, “Listen Jake, when we get to Sulfur Springs, I need to help Spring get established and help the other girls out with what they are going to need so that they can make a good living. If you still want me after they get established, then you should have no trouble coming to court me like a lady! And then Mr. Lyman, after a proper courting period, should you still be inclined to want me to be your wife, then you can offer me a wedding band-on your knees-as a gentleman. Then…only then love…I might marry you if I feel that our lives would then go in a direction that we would both be happy with.” He looked at her with a cockeyed grin and said, “Is that all want?” She nodded, and he grunted, “Agreed!” and went right back to pleasuring her. She easily re-obtained her arousal and her erotic concentration and after some time she was able to finally have a very satisfying climax.

They had an exceptional evening together and after they walked backed to camp under a nearly full moon, she dragged her blankets from the wagon and combining them with the Lyman’s bed roll, they made their bed under the stars. Not yet ready to reveal to Lyman just how much she was head over heels in love with him, Farran O’Flannery went to sleep by her man a very contented woman and she slept like a baby.

TRAMP STAMP-Chapter 5 (continued)

Van Marin Mansion on Belvedere, 2:45 pm May 6, 1955

“Nice touch.” I commented to Chloe, who was curled up naked in my arms listening to me read. She looked at me as though she was not who she really was, but another woman who was vulnerable and at the same time safely tucked away with the man she trusted more than anyone else-me. It was the Stanford literary scholar who spoke to me in a nonchalant almost metaphorical tone, turning her phrases like the artist that she was, “Once I had accomplished the literary goals of my education, my Jake, I knew that I was compelled to somehow document the-dare I say, prurient interests-of women, of which I know a great deal. On the other hand, I had little experience with a real man-such as you, my love. My experiences with men, at the risk of repeating myself, were less than satisfactory and I have already told you most of the sordid details. I turned to the soft underbelly of American pornographic literature even at the risk of getting arrested just for trying to buy some of it for my research. By this time I had already set up my own Masters’ Program with the help of SRI Institute, no less, in Human Sexuality-a first, by the way, at Stanford. I discovered that pornography tries to create the illusion that people can perform sexually at levels that simply are not attainable by real people, no matter what shape they are in. What I learned from this…and God I love you, My Jake…Oh, what I learned was that the human condition was the actual story. Erotic interludes provide the prurient interest to hold the audience, but the glue-the bond if you will-is the story of how the central characters interact.”

I tried my best not to appear as though I didn’t appreciate her explanation, but it was all I could do to suppress a laugh; it did come out as a wide grinned smile and I said. “Baby I think that I instinctively understood that, but I never would have been able to articulate the fundamentals without your incisive explanation.” I wasn’t being sarcastic and she measured me for several seconds before she was satisfied that I was on the level with her and then she changed the subject and that led to an interesting exchange, “I love the fact that you didn’t take advantage of me after my enema, my Jake. I would have let you take me all the way up my bottom, as long as you wanted, but I really wasn’t ready for you and you knew that didn’t you?” Looking at her laying in my lap, curled in my arms, and her arms around me, I marveled at her candor as she talked about us having sex deep in her lovely ass. I kissed her full mouthed and deeply for a long moment and when I let her up I said, “As much of a total turn-on making love to you up your gorgeous bottom is, honey, my sexual identity only works if my lady responds with…what’s the word I want…enthusiasm, I have to know that my advances are truly desired…does that make sense?”

A curiously devious expression took over from her previous genuine loving gaze and she inquired, “Are you telling me that you are incapable of rape?” I quipped, “Ya, I suppose you’re right; unless of course we agreed on it before hand.” Her expression turned devilish, eyes casting about as her mind raced, and then she blurted, “Oooh that could be really HOT Jake, REALY HOT! What are you thinking about? Have you ever done anything like that?” I instantly thought, again, that Chloe was a fascinating woman with many facets to her character but now I realized that her sexual identities were just beginning to emerge in the relative safety that she apparently felt with me. So I admitted, “I have some small experience at roll playing, baby, but really not that much. It…in our case would probably revolve around my interrogation experience and the scenario would probably take place on…foreign soil, as it were…so your rights as an American Citizen would do you no good. You would stand accused of a crime and I would have to get to the BOTTOM of the truth.” I let her chew on that while I could feel her squirming in my arms, but I noticed that her nipples had suddenly become erect, and her breathing had increased.

Without telegraphing my intent, I quickly spun her on her stomach and laid one mild swat on her ass and then slowly swiped my index finger up through her pussy; it was wet-not just wet-but slippery wet! I had other plans, and this aspect of our love life was going to take much more development to be refined enough to actually try. As I helped her turn over back into my arms again looking up at me, I guided the conversation away and to a different subject, “I can tell that you’re intrigued by the idea, my love. To change the subject though, I want to take you out to dinner tonight…to the Saint Francis and I have a reservation for us in the hotel. I thought we could enjoy the town a little bit and then go into the office in the morning where we will have Angel make all of the arrangements that we need to get to France so I can retrieve the Golden Enema, and of course get back home again. Then while she is doing that, we can start drawing up a partnership agreement and you can look at the adjoining office space to see if it might be modified to fit your needs. How does that sound to you?”

Chloe looked at me with a smirk, tapping her lips with her fore finger, and then she broke out into a chuckle, “I see how you are, Jake Dryden! You get me all hot and bothered so I can’t say no to a date with you, huh?” “Works every time, doll-face; plus they always put out for me!” I said in my best Humphrey Bogart imitation. Then I got a little more serious and added, “Let’s get ready, my gorgeous heiress, we need to saddle up that fancy Silver Dawn of yours and head into the city. Our dinner reservation is at 6.” She got up and said, “I have just enough time to fix my hair; I need to be presentable to be on the arm of the man I love you know.”

An hour later Chloe was more gorgeous than when I first met her and we were walking out to her Rolls, when she said, “Will you drive Jake?” I hesitated knowing that I would never be able to afford an automobile like this one, but she instantly knew what the problem was. Her solution, though, took me off guard. She came up so close to me that her bust was buried into the lower part of my chest and I felt her warmth even through my suit. She put both of her hands on the cheeks of my face and her eyes bore into mine and she said very lovingly, “Listen to me, my Tiger, because I’m only going to say this once and after that it is on you. Jake, my love, you can’t let my money intimidate you. I already know that your motives are honest and I trust you implicitly. I want my man at the wheel of my car. It will comfort me knowing that you are in control my love.” I took at her word, and I assumed the role and I drove that magnificent Rolls Royce Silver Dawn as if I owned it, but I did it for her-not because I was proud of what I was doing.

We didn’t say much until I turned off of Tiburon Blvd. onto highway 101, south when she scooted closer to me and smiled, “Tell me more about this interrogation scenario.” I glanced at her and I could tell she was interested, so I offered, “The most dramatic element of an effective interrogation of the opposite sex is, in fact, the titillating thought of sex and to achieve that effect there has to be honesty between the prisoner and the interrogator. Now bear in mind that there will be no instant gratification, no this is a long process with the interrogator only vaguely hinting at what the prospects might be. This process, by its very nature is very intimate. The interrogator has to see some fundamental good in the prisoner and has to have faith that if she cooperates that the interrogator will help her somehow.” She cooed in my ear, “Is that how you handled your big, bottomed enema whore, Jake?” I shook my head and chuckled at her invective and softly scolded her, “Look, lady, I was honest with you when I told you the story of how I met her and what my relationship with her was. So it’s time you knock off the bullshit and move on to a more productive topic.” She lowered her head and didn’t speak until we crossed the Golden Gate, but then said softly, “I apologize, my tiger, I really didn’t mean to offend you. I…I don’t know why I said that…perhaps on some level…I maybe…well perhaps, you know…jealous...subconsciously, you know what I mean?” I put my right arm around her for a long moment and drove with my left and I tried to comfort her.

We had a relatively light meal accentuated by a bottle of 1950 Chateau Latour a Pomerol, which Chloe insisted on paying for. Rather than play on the town as we had originally planned, we decided to retire to our room and make love and of course since Chloe had not yet gotten her IUD inserted, we made love in her favorite style-in her lovely ass.