Tillamook, Oregon: Monday evening-real time-present day

I took Karen by her hand and as we slowly walked up the stairs, I said, “The more that I think about it, honey, I think that you and Gordon Smith could really have a chance to be happy together. So tonight, we’re going to work on posturing and mystique. Do you have any idea of what I’m talking about Karen?” She looked up at me, with her mouth slightly agape; her eyes wide open as she slowly shook her head in the negative. As we walked into the master bedroom, I held her in my arms saying, “Tonight I want you to start feeling special and not just this one night: It has to be for the rest of your life!” I was not yet getting through to her, but I was prepared to work on her until she got it. I left her for a moment, strode into the master bathroom, opened one of the closet doors and hauled out the faultless with a douche nozzle attached to it and brought the set-up back into where she was. As soon as she saw what I was carrying a ‘reverse gasp’ gushed from her as she sucked in a gasping breath and then let it out audibly. I thought ‘oh ya, Gordy would definitely like her reaction’ and I beckoned her into the bathroom, then I began, “The first thing that I want you to do Karen is enjoy a nice warm bath, there are many different bath oils, salts, soaps over here in this cabinet here.” I laid out some large towels on the floor from the big garden tub into the adjoining toilet room. Then I began again, “I want you to be able to enjoy your enema in this private and relaxed setting for as long as you want to.” Then I held her, and slid both of my hands inside of her loose fitting pants and cupped both of her butt cheeks and again and very softly said, “Karen, from now on, honey, I want you to think of this beautiful ass as something very special and that you don’t ‘give it up’ just because your lover wants to have you there. You need him to worship you! Say this out loud for me Karen, ‘I know you want my ass, but I need to know that you worship me first’”. She smiled, demurring, as though she liked the idea, but that she really didn’t believe it. “Say it Karen!” I commanded. She reluctantly echoed back what I told her to say with reticence in her posture and voice inflection. “I softly said, “Don’t call me ‘Jim’ from now on in these learning sessions Karen I need you to call me Gordon when I am teaching you, got it?” “OK…Gordon…so why aren’t you going to give me this enema, why do you want me to take it by myself?” She asked with a naturally open curiosity. I instantly responded, “Because I don’t want you to be dependent on me for your sensuality and sexuality, I want that to come inwardly from you.” She began to slowly nod as if a light of recognition began to glow, even if dimly at first; ‘progress’ I thought. I left her with these words as I pulled a clothes box out from another cabinet and laid it on the counter. “I, acting as Gordon Smith, am going to attempt to make love to you up your gorgeous butt for the next two days. You, acting as Gordon’s new girlfriend, will say that you are willing to try; only you don’t want to rush into it. Tell him that you need romance in order to feel sexy. When you have considered all of this, and I want you to take your time and enjoy the sensations of an enema while you do and you have thoroughly cleaned yourself-inside and out- you can open this box and put on what’s in it. I bought it for you and I think he’ll really like you in it; then come on down to my office when you’re ready, OK?” She giggled, “OK Gordy, but I think that I will be here awhile.” “Take your time, baby, and remember to think while you feel all of the sexy sensations.” I said as I walked away. By the time I sat down at my desk and started the computer, I heard the water start to run as she began to fill the big garden tub. I figured that I had a good hour and a half to work on my favorite pastime: writing the continuing saga of TRAMP STAMP.

TRAMP STAMP-Chapter 4-CONTINUED

3rd 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 stroked 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! Awhw oooh baby, that feels soooohh gggooood!” 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 ta boot. Picture must have been taken a couple years back though, because she actually looks hotter now.’)

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(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.

Momentary interruption back at Chloe’s mansion

(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)

Back to the western 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.

Another temporary interruption from Chloe at the mansion

(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.)

Back to the western story, as Chloe begins to read again

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, one is that it don’t evaporate so easily and two, 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.

Another interruption from Chloe

(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.)

Chloe struggled to read, as her moans crept into her interpretation of this next passage of her erotic western story…

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 pucker-nut 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 was 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 Marseilles. 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 grand 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!”

Chapter 35-Implementing Karen’s therapy (continued)

Tillamook, Oregon: Monday night-real time-present day

I was at the stage in the story that I wanted Karen to read but, of course, she would need to read the back story to get to this point. I took the flash dive and inserted it into my laptop, copied the story there so that when she came down she could begin reading from there. Since I could hear the water draining from the tub, I assumed that she would be down in the next few minutes.

I went back to writing, ‘testing the water’ so to speak, trying to find a credible way that Jake Dryden would actually let the magnificently sensuous, drop-dead gorgeous vixen, Chloe Van-Marin, drive her strap-on rubber cock up his ass. It tried a couple of different scenarios and wasn’t satisfied so I was stalled thinking about it, when Karen came into the room wearing what was in the box that I had lain out for her. The red lace teddy accentuated her breasts and the panties were not actual panties but a small skirt that left her open to easily access her ass and pussy.

“You look stunning, Karen, just really lovely” I gushed in genuine admiration. “You really like it? Do you think Gordon will like it?” She demurred. “Not a doubt in my mind, honey, he’ll love it!” I easily affirmed, thinking, ‘Gordy will think he’s died and gone to heaven-he’ll be able to give her an enema and then get into her nice big ass and keep her sexy nighty on all at the same time’. She came up close to me while I was sitting at the computer and as I put my arm around her waist, she asked, “What are you writing?” I lowered my arm and slid my hand down and under her panty skirt gently patting her ample ass, saying, “It’s an erotic fiction that Ann and I have been collaborating on.” “Is that like…porn…or something?” She asked inquisitively. “Well, not really, Karen. While erotic fiction has the intent of stimulating your libido with sexy scenarios, it is the story itself that keeps the reader’s interest. Porn, on the other hand, has the primary purpose of titillation with little or no story line. A case in point is this little number…here…let me bring it up and then we can watch it”. I didn’t keep much porn around, but I kept this particular piece from the 80’s, that featured an anal erotic porn star. I had to spend a lot research time to even find an old VHS tape and then have it converted to a digital version. As the 30 minute version began to come up, I made the introduction. “Karen, you may not know this, but every porn star that performs in an anal sex scene takes a series of enemas several hours before the shoot. Back in the 1980’s a select number of porn stars that specialized in anal sex also made enema movies. They got paid for taking enemas and getting filmed doing them; then they went to the next studio to shoot their anal sex scene. This particular one has the star doing both in the same movie.” I kept gently rubbing her ample ass, only now I lingered just over the spot in her cleft where an enema nozzle would be inserted just as the nude porn star, who was allegedly teaching the ‘women in the audience’ all the intricacies of ‘how to take your man in your ass’ was on her hands and knees in the ass-up position and smiling broadly at the camera saying, “Take a Nice Warm Enema” and suddenly the scene switches to somebody sticking a lubricated finger in her big sexy ass, lubing her up well and then inserting a douche nozzle in her as her look changes from a smile to hot and sultry looking saying, “Oooh ya, that feels so good.” The next scene shows her in the same ass-up position with her knees spread out wide on the edge of a bed, her ass already obviously well lubed up, as the male porn star is sticking his absolutely huge slong with the tip just touching her asshole. As the guy starts to push it up her ass, her eyes go unfocused, she sucks in a huge breath and begins to bear down and grunt as though she is trying to pump all of her guts through and out of her ass. The guy slowly, inexorably slides his cock all the way in and as his balls touch her pussy he looks at the camera and smiles saying, “It’s important to keep her attention focused when you first get into her ass” and as he slaps her ass cheeks with a couple of good whacks, he tells her, “That’s it honey, just tighten up on me. OK now push out!” he looks back at the camera saying, “You’ve got to help her get used to having your cock in her ass.” The next scene has them in a steamy anal sex scene that seems to last longer than it is physically possible under any circumstances. The woman is trying her best to act out the part of the sultry anal vixen, but it is obvious that she is in some distress as she struggles to keep taking what looked to be a good 9 inches all the way up her ass. No romance, no subtleties, nothing of the essence of a relationship. Most importantly it bore little resemblance to reality, at least in my personal experience.

I stopped the clip saying; “Now that is porn!” looking over and up at her, she was quite a sight to behold. While I was still lightly stroking her ass, she had her left hand, fingers opened and covering her opened mouth; her right hand was slowly rubbing her pussy. “How was your enema, tonight Karen, honey?” I tapped my index finger in her butt crack to get her attention. Looking as though she was just caught with her hand in the cookie jar, she gasped; took a few seconds to collect herself, then cooed, “I had two real good ones to clean me out…then I took one really warm one just for”…she demurred, “just for me.” “OK, Karen, honey, you can sit in that chair and read the story on that computer.” She sat down about 4 feet away and slowly began to read. As I watched her for a few minutes, she began to read intently and after some minutes, she looked over at me a little flabbergasted, “Golden Enema? Wow, you and Ann have…well…creative imaginations.” “Helps keep the sparks alive.” I quipped and as she began reading intently again, I went back to work on TRAMP STAMP.

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

Chapter 35-Implementing Karen’s therapy (continued)

Tillamook, Oregon: Monday night-real time-present day

Now that I was satisfied with my portrayal of Chloe’s anal seduction of the gritty detective Jake Dryden, I thought about Karen and what I had to teach her tonight. ‘Perhaps’, I thought, ‘teach might be somewhat presumptuous, where experience might be a more appropriate turn of phrase’. It was also important to me that the experiences that I had in mind for Karen were in the context of the medical check-up that Ann had paid for and had given me the results. No STD, hepatitis, or anything that could be exchanged through oral, anal, or sexual contact of any kind; she had a clean bill of health. I got up and stepped over next to Karen, who was enthralled with passage of the story of the Texas Ranger, Jake Lyman, giving the beautifully voluptuous flaming red haired Irish woman, Flo, a clyster; preparing her to receive his manhood in her large curvaceous arse.

She was unaware of my approach because she was so caught up in the story; her right hand lightly ever so gently stroking her pussy. I let her get through to the part where the rest of the ladies are their audience, before I approached her from behind to cup both of her breasts in my hands and whisper in her ear, “Come over to the couch with me, I want to show you something.” I helped her up, with anticipation etched across her face, as though an erotic artist had painted her. Once she stood up, I engulfed her from behind, wrapping her up in my arms and pressing her into me, whispering again, “I think it best, honey, that when you meet Gordon again, that you forget that you have ever experienced a man in your sexy butt. When he asks, and that will be inevitable, just tell him that you’ve always had the fantasy but that you are a little afraid.” She nodded her head that she understood and agreed. I guided her to the couch with the caveat that what she was about to experience was something that she could usually expect as a prelude to any type of sex; also that Gordon was capable of giving her the real love that I could not give her. As I kneeled down in front of her, the look on her face was priceless; there was anticipation all over her face, but no clue as to what was about to happen because she had never experienced anyone performing oral sex for her so her anticipation was mixed with trepidation. I gently stoked the inside of her thighs smiling up at her, whispering, “I think you might like this, honey, I’m going kiss your sweet pussy.” As her mouth fell agape and she sucked in a heavy breath broken with jerky gasps of excitement and a natural fear of the unknown; I gently parted her legs and rocked her back so I had easy and complete access to her pussy and I began by lightly kissing her high up inside her thigh, just an inch or so from her pussy and then slowly moved across her vulva with my lips open, breathing hot breath on her as I mover to just high up on her other thigh. Although her pussy seem dry, I knew that couldn’t be the case but I wasn’t trying to seduce this woman so I got down to the business at hand. I engulfed her entire vulva slowly in my mouth. She gasped and let out a slow sensual moan. I parted her labia with my tongue and began to explore this woman. Her juice began to slowly seep into my mouth. She was no Ann, but she was pleasant to the taste. Yes it was an experiment for me, yet it was my full intention to give her my best even if it was somewhat mechanical for me; I didn’t want her to feel that. I wanted her to feel something that fate had denied her. I was going to give her first orgasm from something other than masturbation.

Karen’s immediate reaction was total sensuality mixed with the emotion of joy, as she uttered gutturally, “God, oh good GOD, yes oh God don’t stop…oh shiiit! That feels so ggoood!” and I thought ‘yes, that’s what I’m talk’en about!’ and I had just found her clitoris and was sucking on it. She was literally oozing her vaginal fluid now and although nowhere near the sweetness of my darling Ann, Karen did have a slightly acidic pungency that was pleasant. But it was not my intention to tarry, after all I was on a mission; I touched her tight anal starfish with my index finger and with her own lubrication, I found little resistance. In a flash my finger was all the way up her ass and she felt good-clean and sensual; if I had not already decided that we were not going to have anal sex, I would have been ready to take her-she only needed more lubrication. Instead I worked her until she inevitably had her first orally induced climax- an orgasm that caused her to cry out in sheer unabashed pleasure that sent her into involuntary shaking; then uttering soft inaudible mews and moans that let me know that she was in the afterglow of what she just had felt. I let her work through all that she needed to process and then I rose up and sat beside her and held her in my arms, softly petting her and then I whispered. “Gordon and I have been friends for a long time and even though we’ve never really discussed the likes and dislikes of sex, we have given each other enough hints over the years to get an idea of what our likes and dislikes are an I gotta tell ya, honey, Gordon will make what I just gave you into an incredible loving treat.” “I hope that I can make him happy. I really want to satisfy him.” She whispered. “This is only a suggestion, Karen; you may want to think about how you want him to satisfy you and not just sexually either, although that is the area that we a going to concentrate on for the next couple of days.” I said evenly toned. “Go on…” she added inquisitively. “Ok, so you know what confidentiality means, right Karen?” I asked. When she nodded with enough certainty that allowed me to proceed, I said, “Ann and Diane Smith were good friends and they shared their own stories with each other that I never found out about until long after Diane’s death. Here’s the point, Karen; both Ann and Diane shared two passions. They both expected the men they loved to worship their gorgeous asses…by inviting their men… to tongue them out…and Karen honey, I’m not talking about a tongue job that I just gave your pussy…I’m talking about…” She interrupted in excited amazement “You mean sticking your tongue in her butt hole? Do you do that to Ann, Jim? Does she want you to do that to her? Is that what she expects? Is that what you’ve been talking about that I should expect? Oh God Jim, how can I expect to have a man lick my…lick my butt?” She asked incredulously. I kissed her gently on her forehead then I arose and slowly paced the room.

I looked at her and I had to smile. “You know, when you put it that way…it doesn’t sound very appealing at all. Until I think about the woman that I love…a woman that would do anything for me; anything that I wanted and what’s more…anyway that I want it. So I ask you this, Karen, what is the one thing that you wouldn’t do for the man that you knew adored you?” She stared blankly at the floor for some seconds and then looked at me questioningly, again speechless until finally she uttered, “Adored? Does that actually happen to anyone that doesn’t live in a fairy tale?” At hearing this I knew that I had more of a chore ahead of me than I first thought. It was time to explain the fundamentals to her. If there was any chance that she was going to be anything other than a ‘place holder’ for Gordon Smith, she would need to understand the motivation of a true Ass Man. I had thought about this before so I was somewhat prepared, only this is the first time that I had actually heard my ‘thoughts’ as my actual speech. “I’m going to be thinking out loud, so just bear with me for a few moments, OK Karen?” When she nodded I continued, “I don’t know what motivates a guy to view a woman’s ass as the thing that drives him sexually, but for those of us that want to make love to our women anally I can tell you that there are at least three characteristics that motivate a man to give her anything she desires. Are you interested in what they are?” Now her mouth was agape and she nodded more enthusiastically, so I continued, “I look for a woman with a positive outlook on life and also a tendency to want to please me. I look for a woman who enjoys taking an enema because this indicates that she is anal erotic and may be sexually compatible with me. Many women can find anal sex pleasurable without taking an enema, but it has been my experience that anal sex without an enema first doesn’t give her the confidence to feel free enough to really open herself up and try to take all of me. If a woman enjoys taking an enema, chances are that she can enjoy anal sex; or she may even prefer anal sex. She doesn’t even have to have any experience, just the willingness or the desire to try it for the first time. The reason that it is important that she takes an enema before taking her lover up her ass is that she is free to grunt, or bear down, so as to make his penetration of her much easier on her and more pleasurable without worrying that she’ll have an accident. She is also much easier to lubricate when she has been cleaned out. When a woman offers her lusty ass to me because she knows that’s one of my favorite ways to enjoy her, I take it as a wonderful expression of her love for me. When I initiate the act of anal loving, part of that process- part of the foreplay if you will-is the act of giving her an enema, perhaps two. A shower or a bath always accompanies this ritual and I pay special attention to cleaning my lover’s butthole because I’m never sure what is going to happen next. If she is fundamentally anally erotic, she will most likely have already experienced my tongue licking around her tight anus or even penetration with my tongue. I don’t do this because I enjoy it; I do it because she does. I do it to please her. If that act didn’t please her; if she didn’t consider my act as a supplication, a sincere expression of my love for her, I wouldn’t do it at all. I don’t always do it, even when she looks like she wants it. But if she asks me for it, I won’t refuse her. Do you get a better understanding, Karen?” That was a lot to throw at her in one long run-on mouthful, but she was processing it. And I never mentioned that in this process you could still find a woman that was certifiably nuts and as soon as you found that out you would have to run…run as far away as you could get. Only this was about her…she had real potential…She gazed off somewhere thinking and then she would look back at me with a sheepish grin and then the cycle repeated a couple of times before she perked up and said, “You said Ann and Dianne shared two passions didn’t you? What was the other one?”

I wasn’t ready to discuss this subject quite yet, but I didn’t want to be evasive either, so I tried to make the best of it. “Well, Karen, eventually a woman is going to ask herself ‘I wonder if he can take it as well as I can?’ and if she thinks about it enough, she comes to the ultimate conclusion that if she can take his love in her ass, perhaps he needs to experience what she feels; perhaps she wants him to experience what she has to go through to fulfill his needs. And when she stays on that line of thought long enough, she will inevitably come to the conclusion the she needs to have him experience her love up his ass; enemas and all! Do you get the picture, Karen?” She looked at me in utter amazement, shaking her head in the negative, with a faint utterance in her voice that was barely audible, “How is that even possible?” I just had to take her in my arms and squeeze her, kissing her neck and then squarely on her lips before I smiled at her and said, “Why don’t you keep reading about Chloe and Jake and I’ll be back in a minute with something to show you.”

As I ascended the staircase, I glanced back and indeed she was concentrating on the story so I found it easy to slip up to the bedroom, complete what I wanted to retrieve and then I slowly came back down the stairs. I walked softly as I came up behind her and watched her as she was reading the story; it was the beginning of Chloe’s seduction of Jake and Karen was mesmerized; yet I was compelled to shake her from her erotic fantasy. I had liberally lubricated the tip of the FEALDOE and then gently slipped into her butt crack, just touching her asshole. She jumped in surprise and yet involuntarily bent over in an extraordinary act of anal supplication; yet I had no intention of actually penetrating her. She looked back at me and stood up straight, slowly turning around staring at the FEALDOE. “Is that what Chloe is going to use on Jake?” She asked. “No this was only invented a few years back by a female engineer that happened to be a lesbian and she wanted something that felt more natural to spice up their love life. Turns out…a woman can use it on a man too.” I quipped. She lowered her eyes looking at the contraption, and then slowly whispered, “Is that what you like, Jim?” “It is what Ann likes every once in a while. I don’t lose sleep over waiting for her to take me, but I would be less than honest if she hasn’t taught me how to enjoy it.” I said and continued, “I think that every true died-in-the-wool ASS MAN would be less than honest with himself if he hasn’t thought about what it would feel like to be on the receiving end once or twice. It took Ann some real persuasion to get into me the first time.” She smiled for the first time during this entire exchange and then giggled “Why did you let her do it to you like that?” “That’s easy”, I said, “I love her and she has a good heart that is also very lusty and she can be extremely persuasive. She actually took me with a strap-on enema dildo the very first time. (See Chapter 19) It is still one our fondest memories together.” Her natural curiosity caused her to ask, “What are we going to do now, Jim?” It was time to switch gears. I had no intention of initiating sex tonight, let alone try to teach her how to fuck a man, especially since I was the only guy on the menu.

“Have you ever smoked pot, Karen?” I asked. “I don’t like to smoke, but David used to, a lot.” She offered. “I’m with you, Karen, I don’t like to smoke it either, but you know there are other ways to experience it without smoking it.” I smiled. “What do you mean?” She was now interested. I said, “Both Gordy and me like to use edibles. The high lasts longer, and it doesn’t make you cough.” “Edibles…are they like something you eat?” She asked. I gave her a smile and pulled her close to me and whispered in her ear, “Ann enjoys them as an enema, because it enhances the erotic feelings in her big beautiful butt. She usually wants me to tongue her after she has taken a bath and sometimes I do. My idea for you tonight is something just a little different, something closer to what Gordon used to do for Dianne. Are you interested?” Her mouth was ajar and a smile began to slowly etch itself across her cheeks and she stuttered trying to form her words, “Wha…what…wwoood Gordon do…to me…I…I mean?” “To be honest, Karen, I really don’t know exactly how he will do it. Gordon likes a tincture and I like more of a butter or honey…” She interrupted, “What’s a tin…what was it you said?” I said, “Let’s talk about the fundamentals, so that you’ll understand what’s involved. There are basically two ways to distill the THC, the ingredient that delivers that favorable feeling. It is oil soluble, meaning that butter or olive oil can be used. The other way is to use alcohol and most people that use that method use pure vodka at 200 proof. The alcohol is what Gordy prefers and from the pure stuff, he thins it out to produce the tincture. From there he probably mixed it in the lubrication that he used in his lovely wife’s sexy ass…but that is just my speculation.” She looked at me with anticipation, “What are you going…whatda ya want to…you know…put up me?” I took her in my arms and kissed her and I said, come into the kitchen and I’ll show you.” And we walked in and I opened up the refrigerator and took out a foil packet and I opened it up and showed her the suppositories that I had crafted from butter that had sat in a crock pot for a week in ground up buds. This stuff was really potent. Now was not the time to negotiate, I just told her what was going to happen.

“Come with me, honey, it’s time that you finish up your story”, It was a soft command, that she had no resistance for and I led her back into the computer area. I took the laptop off of the table and sat it on the floor; then pulled a cushion off of the couch and put it on the floor in front of the laptop. “OK honey; kneel down on the cushion with your head down and your lovely butt up”. I said and as she complied and it was a sight to behold. When she got situated she turned her head and smiled in surprise, “You think my…I have…do you like my butt?” “If I wasn’t head over heels for my Ann, Karen…OK honey, I’m going to slip this…”I trailed off as the suppository slipped past her pink starfish and I pressed it home. “Will it hurt?” she wondered and I informed her that she was going to feel wonderful. I knew that for someone of her inexperience, that could actually be problematic. I was going to help her have the most incredible experience that she would have up to this point. I also realized that I would have to adapt to how she reacted, something that I could not predict. I patted her ass and said, “Just keep that posture for a while honey, so as the suppository melts, it will flow up inside of you where it will do the most good.” She nodded with a smile and began to read again. I thought that I had a few minutes to get back to my writing so I sat down at the computer where I could keep an eye on Karen and began writing TRAMP STAMP.

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 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

Chapter 35-Implementing Karen’s therapy (continued)

Tillamook, Oregon: Monday night-real time-present day

I had gotten carried away with writing the story and I had taken my eyes off of Karen for 20 minutes or so and when I finally looked over to check on her, I got a kick out of what I saw. She was having a hard time concentrating on reading the story and she was still in the head down ass up position, except that she was sensuously swaying her ass from side to side and she was flexing her butt in and out; the cannabis suppositories in her ass had begun to really take effect. Yes Karen was high, and she was really high up her ass. Ok, I thought it looks like duty calls…or her booty calls; I thought that this might be fun, but still I took her training seriously. I got up and softly walked over to her and lightly stroked her butt and slipped my hand up under her pussy and slowly brought it up her butt crack. She gawked back around at me and giggled, “God, Jim, I’ve never felt anything like this before; I feel so good…”she began to laugh uncontrollably and finally finished “…my butt…it feels so good…ssooo ggoood…up my butt!” She heavily emphasized ‘Up My Butt’. I softly asked, “Would you like to go upstairs and play, honey?” And I gave her my hand to help her up. Her smile was precious and perhaps for the first time that I had known her, she was not self-conscious. I helped her up the stairs and as we stood by the bed, she kissed me with a big grin on her face. I whispered in her ear “Have you thought about what position you’d like to be in to have it?” Her smile was genuinely demure, although she seemed to know what she wanted, “I wanna lie on my back with my legs up…so I can watch.” Coyly smiling, anticipation in her eyes perhaps convinced at what I had been trying to tell her about expectations; her high had obviously erased any inhibitions that she may have had she laid back on the side of the bed, her legs dangling over.

I took two large pillows and I helped her prop them under her lower back to elevate her pelvis and then I brought a chair over for me to sit on; I wanted to be comfortable for what I planned to do, but I was also cognizant of her wanting to see as much as she could and I sat a large pillow under her head so she wouldn’t strain her neck trying to get a visual. Then I sat down in front of her, and smiling I said, as I grasped both of her ankles slowly opened her legs wide, “Do you think you think you can hold on to your ankles like this honey?” And I tipped them back over so that she could hang on. She grunted, “Ya, but I don’t know how long I can hold on?” “No problem, honey I can help you with that” and I got up, made one long step to the night stand and pulled two soft furry Velcro restraints and quickly wrapped her wrists to her ankles and smiled, “There does that feel OK?” And believe it or not her immediate reply was, “Oh ya, that is much more comfortable, thank you”, she giggled rocking back and forth a little. Again I stood up so that she could see all of me and I began to take off all of my clothes in front of her as she gazed on and when I was naked she smiled in admiration saying, “Ann is really lucky Jim, you’re a real handsome man.” I pulled a little squeeze bottle out of my discarded pants and she asked, “What is that?” I slowly crawled up between her legs and kissed her, then whispered in her ear, “It’s a special kind of honey and I’m going to squirt a little of it up into your sexy butthole, and then you know what?” “What? Please tell me what?” She gushed. I grunted gutturally at her, “Then I’m going to lick it all out of out of you!” Her mouth fell open and she watched, fascinated, as I got back into position took off the cap, pressed the little bottle to her already buttery anus and gently squeezed and as I did so, I made a big slobbery tongue divot in her pussy, checking to see…yes she was sopping wet! I tipped her back a little, spread her ass as wide as I thought she could handle and I began lick Karen’s ass. “Oooh…uh…oooo, emm, Oh God that feels wonderful…emm…” She kept up a steady stream of audibles until she gasped in a deep breath as my tongue actually penetrated her for the first time. She was as clean as I thought and all I tasted was honey mixed with a touch of butter. I slid two fingers easily into her pussy although she grunted when I did it; she was tight, but very slippery. I wrapped the two fingers around her G-spot, using my thumb to massage her clit-pulling her to me; to my outstretched tongue penetrating her as much as I could, then pushing her away and then back again. I was not gentle with her, this was a rigorous secession and she kept letting my know how much she liked it; not once complaining or even afraid that she was essentially my prisoner for as long as I wanted to play with her.

This little push-pull analingus session gave her a nice little orgasm, not earth shattering but nice. I was feeling some buccaneer welling up in my soul and on a lark I crawled up on her and kissed her full on the lips and then looked at her with a smile and said, “Well how do you think you taste?” She grinned and then giggled, “I thought I would…taste more…”she began to giggle again and she fought to suppress it to finish her thought, “Well like butt!” “So how do you know what butt tastes like?” I smiled back, but she went crimson with embarrassment and I figured that she was coerced in to performing analingus on her old boyfriend David and that couldn’t have been pretty, so I didn’t press her for details.

I was suddenly much more aware of her being sort of trussed up and she was very aware that my cock was inadvertently lightly rubbing her ass and I finally looked at her looking down at herself. She was at the apogee of her high and I could tell she wanted more, but I had already discounted taking her anally…I wasn’t thinking along those lines until she urged me, by looking into my eyes intently whispering, “I want to feel you up in my butt…it feels so good…I need you.” Shaken from my complacency, I suddenly realized how much I wanted to slip my cock up this woman’s ass while she was bound like this- hell; she had just begged me to do it! I instantly wondered if there was a special kind of hell for what I was about to do…to a woman that I really had no feeling for…did I? Oh empathy for sure…but…ah hell I earned this; why was I starting to feel guilty? “You’re going to need a lot more lube honey; I’m a bit bigger than your David was!” I quipped as I got up and opened the dresser drawer pulling out a large tube of lube and the Hitachi magic wand wanna be, powered by 4 D-cell batteries with a G-spot attachment. When I turned back to go to her what I saw made me stop and just take in the sight of her: Her wrists bound to her ankles and the look on her face was…NEED. And I was not going to remover her restraints until I was done. Ya, OK…I would if she asked, but so far, she was OK. “I’m going to lubricate you’re sexy butt honey”, I smiled at her and I took a large glob between three fingers and began to deeply massage her and she was not tight tonight; two of my fingers easily made a nice divot in asshole and it was easy to force the lube through her sphincter. She was making cooing noises as she flexed her ass enjoying my touch.

Once I had her thoroughly lubed up, I lubed up my cock as I smiled down at her. When I was ready, I slowly but steadily touched my cock to the divot between her butt cheeks; there was the small beginnings of a little gape. “Give a little push for me Karen…that’s it…just a little bit more honey.” I urged her and then I began to rock her gently back and forth into me. Even though I was very gentle with her, she did what every woman that I’ve ever entered anally did: she gasped involuntarily as soon as the head my cock penetrated her. Not that I’m all that big, it’s just a natural response. I gave her a few moments to get used to me as she flexed and tightened and pushed trying to comfortably accept me in her ass. Finally she smiled up at me, “It’s been a while since I’ve felt my old friend.” Referring to how she had described to me before about how she felt about anal sex.

Now I turned up the heat another notch as I took the vibrator inserted the G-spot stimulator into her and because of my position and her angle I had to hold the handle towards her stomach, sort of pushing away from me and I turned it on medium, which was still fairly robust. That definitely got her attention as I slowly sank my cock deep into her waiting rectum. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open, but no words came out; only grunts and moans with coos and ooohs and aaahws. My rhythm was slow and easy and I thought it best not to try to “bottom out” in her while she was restrained in this position; that could potentially frighten her, or possibly cause her pain, which I had no interest in. This particular style of vibrator was a new experience for her, especially combined with my cock all the way up her marijuana high ass.

I was really starting to enjoy this, after perhaps five minutes, when she started to shake and moan and then she began cry out and scream in pleasure. She quickly got very vocal…and then I got concerned, because she seemed like she was going into convulsions. I quickly released the restraints on her and her immediate response was to hold onto me. Ah, then I knew what was happening to her. Something that I have only seen a couple times in my life: a full bodied assgasm! The orgasm began in her ass and then morphed in with the orgasm in her pussy (G-Spot) combined with the clitoral stimulation of the vibrator and Karen just didn’t go over a cliff; she was air dropped from high altitude and she had fallen all the way kicking and screaming. I eased out of her and turned off the vibrator, but she was still having convulsive orgasmic contractions; her anus was contracting tightly and then opening slightly before it went into another violent contraction. All I could do was to lie close to her and hold as the waves slowly subsided. Her stomach muscles were heaving up and down in contractions; her whole body shook.

“Oh God; Oh Jim…aaah…oh, uh...ehhhh” she sighed, “oh, I have never felt anything like that…ever! I didn’t even think something that good was even possible for me. As she got over the physical ordeal of the intense orgasm, her emotions went on their own roller coaster. “Oh Jim, you didn’t get to climax with me…” “Don’t you worry anything about that honey; this was not about me, this was really about showing you knew experiences. Do you think you have enough strength to take a shower with me?” She nodded her head, so I got up and helped her into the shower with me.

When we got out and got dried off, she was clearly ready for bed and it was clear to me that I needed to be there with her. We cuddled for a while before she dosed off and when she did, I was awake for a while; contemplating what my special hell was going to be. I couldn’t let this go on any longer. If she bonded to me, how would I explain that to Ann-hell to anybody! There was really only one option open to me if I was going to call my mission from Ann a success. I had to get her out of our house! Yes I would have to convince my old friend Gordon Smith that Karen was right for him, what’s more…I’d need to do it tomorrow. No time to dally; I set the alarm for 7 am. I figured early coffee and then plan the moves that I would actually need to make tomorrow. I slept easy that night next to Karen. I knew this would be the last time she would be in my bed. Oh I missed my Ann!