Tillamook, Oregon: Tuesday, Morning 7:30 am-real time, present day.

Costa Rican Fruta-del-Oro, double cracked (that’s a mountain roast, for those of you that don’t roast your own) and ground into a fine powder then into a 12 cup French press; damn, it doesn’t get any better than that! Yes, you can tout your Kona or even a Sumatra and I’ll agree they’re good, but you get the super hard beans from above the clouds on a Costa Rican volcano, 100% Arabica, roast them yourself and then grind them, you have nothing less than the nectar of the gods my friend!

And so I found myself sipping a superb coffee and planning-scheming would be more apropos-to get Karen out of my life. Oh it wasn’t that I didn’t like her; she was alright. Although now she seemed dangerous to me and she was, of course, no match for my Ann; what Ann had become; what we meant to each other. I had no more room in my life for Karen. Sure she had potential…there it was; I had to convince Gordy of that and that would be a tough sell, unless he was already thinking about her, unless he had somehow intuited that potential from their first meeting. Gordy was sharp and from what Ann had disclosed about him, I was hopeful that there was at least the potential for a relationship there. I was determined to declare my mission a success and the more I thought about it, Gordon Smith was the key to that success!

8:00 a.m. and Gordon Smith was probably at his drug store getting ready to open up. To call him now was not a good idea, he would be busy. On the other hand, if I walked down there, I would get a brisk morning walk and we could talk face to face. I liked that idea, and after another cup of gold, I made haste and began to fast walk down to see him. I said my morning hello to many of the folks I knew as I walked, but I didn’t stop and chat and they didn’t necessarily know that I was on a mission, for all they knew I was just getting my morning exercise in.

When I got close to the drug store, to my surprise Gordon Smith came out to greet me as he apparently assumed that I was going to walk on past. “Morning Jim; it’s good to see you. Out getting some exercise eh? Hey…ya gotta minute?” I stopped to shake his hand saying, “Ya Gordy, whatever you need.” We went inside the store and he had something he wanted to talk to me about. He started out, “You know Jim, I was struck by the woman that’s staying with you, Karen…I didn’t get her last name…what is it?” “Compton”, I replied not wanting to try to explain why she didn’t know her parents. Gordon Smith surprised me by what he said next, “You know Jim, I was kind of wondering…is she ready to date?” What luck, I thought…but don’t try to over sell her, “You know Gordon, I think she is a diamond in the rough and I think she has real potential.” “Ya Jim, that what I was thinking and you know that you and me are similar in a lot of ways and like you, I like to give my lady all the chances to be as good as she wants to be.” I laughed and said, “Or as bad as she needs to be!” “You got that right buddy”, Gordon laughed back.

I thought an Ice breaker might be called for, so I said, “Why don’t you come over for dinner?” He gave me a sly smile and said, “Some other time, if you don’t mind Jim…you see I want to invite her over to dine with me.” I had just hit pay-dirt and I smiled, “Well, I think that’s a hell of a good idea Gordy, anyway we can get together when Ann gets back and you and Karen have gotten a chance to get better acquainted.” “Deal”, Gordon said enthusiastically, “Do you mind if I come by this afternoon?” “Not at all” I glowed, “I’m sure that she will be thrilled when you come by.” Alright then Jim, my old friend, I’ll see you this afternoon.” I waved back at him and kept on fast walking as though it was never my mission to come down to see him. I was downright giddy; my mission from Ann was most certainly going to be a success…and I was happy for Karen too. This was a tremendous chance for her, perhaps the best opportunity that she would have for the foreseeable future.

When I got home, Karen was still in bed and I let her sleep, I had grabbed a bran muffin on the way back so I wasn’t hungry and I figured that I’d make breakfast when she came down stairs. I sat down at the computer and started working again on TRAMP STAMP.

TRAMP STAMP-Chapter 4-CONTINUED

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

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

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

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

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

INTERMISSION from TRAMP STAMP

Chapter 36-Karen and Gordon each find solace in one another (Continued)

Tillamook, Oregon: Tuesday Morning 9:30 am-real time, present day

"Are you writing your story again?” Karen said as she came into the room I had to quit writing, “Yes it’s become a fascinating hobby, an avocation really.” I said as I looked up at her and then I asked, “Are you ready for some breakfast?” She came over to me and gave me a hug, “After last night, I’m famished.” She said giddily and when I acknowledged her with a smile, she demurred and spoke in a soft voice, as though she wanted no one to hear, “I never felt anything like that before, Jim; I never…you gave me my first orgasm…” then she giggled and said admiringly, “I even felt the biggest one in…up my butt!”

As I stood up she put her arms around me and I realized that this was the beginning of that special hell that I had worried about earlier, so I said as cheerfully as I could-and it wasn’t that hard under the circumstances-, “I have the most incredible news, Karen!” “What?” She immediately retorted and I began, “Well, after my morning coffee, I decided to go on a fast walk and you won’t believe who I ran into this morning; Gordon Smith and he said that he wanted to talk…” She interrupted enthusiastically, “What about? What did he say?” I just dumped it on her, “He asked if you were ready to date and I said yes, of course she’s ready, by the way I told him your last name was Compton, in case you hear it from him.” She said, that’s right, they actually had my name legally changed to Compton.” “So they adopted you?” I said, now wondering why their actual siblings took over the property and evicted her, after the old folks passed. “No Jim, that’s…well they didn’t complete the adoption because the rest of their family was against it.” She said, seemingly without regret. “He said he wants to have you over to dinner tonight; said he was going to come by later this afternoon and ask you.” I beamed. “Tonight; really, tonight!” she said clearly surprised. Then she wondered, “What do you think I should do?” “Oh no you don’t, you have to make this call on your own.” I said with mock sternness and a smile. She seemed to panic a little, “I don’t really know him that well…what will we talk about?” “Look…” I said, “…all you have to do is just be yourself. Ask him questions, be a good listener; Oh, I never knew that, please tell me more; Have you ever heard of...insert what you are curious about. Ask him about his business; how did he get involved in it. Be curious and don’t worry about trying to impress him. He saw you for who you are and Gordon is a very good judge of character. You have to trust that he likes you, or he would not be coming over to ask you to his house for dinner.” I finished.

I stopped talking and waited for her to digest all of that and then I said, “Just between you and me, he said he was taken by you…meaning that he liked you when he first met you.” That seemed to infuse her with a modicum of confidence. “Maybe I’ll ask him about all those enemas that he has in his store.” She mused. I laughed, “Ya that would certainly be an ice breaker now wouldn’t it?” I was in the mood for huevos rancheros and began to set up the kitchen to prepare them just the way I liked. She helped but her mind was clearly preoccupied. When we had plated up the meal and both sat down at the table and began to eat, she stopped for a moment and then looked at me and spoke in some seriousness, “Did I mean anything to you Jim?” I put my fork down and wiped my mouth with my napkin, thought a moment and then responded as easy as I dared, “You know, Karen, the reality is that I would have never met you if Ann wasn’t your best friend. Ann is my greatest love and she gave me the challenge of helping you and she knew that we would be getting sexually involved as a way of working through some of the things that were really bothering you when you first got here. As a matter of fact, she gave me the mission of helping you get to this point. Now even though, many of the situations that we talked about and the experiences we shared together were designed to be somewhat therapeutic, I would be less than candid if I said that didn’t enjoy much of our time together.” I reached across the table and took her hands in mine and said, “We’ve done all that we could together to get you to this point, Karen and just look at what you have in front of you tonight. When you look back at the first day that you and I met, did you ever think that you would have a man like Gordon Smith want to invite you to his home to have dinner and conversation with?” That jolted her back to reality and now that she had the proper perspective, she squeezed my hands before letting go and began eating again, but after a minute, she looked up with a smile and said, “Ann, was and is my best friend. I…can’t thank you both enough for what you’ve done for me and I promise that I’ll never forget it.”

We had some light conversation as she helped me clean up and then she excused herself and went back upstairs. I assumed that she was going to ‘put on her war paint’, as my father used to refer to a woman putting herself together for a date. I gave some thought to what had taken place this morning and I was satisfied that I had done as much as I could to set things in motion. Now it was up to them, my job was done and I smiled from the inside; I felt good and I retired to the computer to continue TRAMP STAMP.

TRAMP STAMP-Chapter 4-CONTINUED

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

“So, my lusty heiress, you’re actually starting to like me? How can an intelligent beauty be in love with a man and not know if she even likes him?” I teased. She lowered her eyes for an instance and when she raised them up to look at me again, they were beginning to tear although I only saw them briefly before she wrapped her arms around me and hugged her body so tightly against me that it momentarily surprised me. “Oh Jake, I’ve been in love so many times, only to finally utterly despise the man for not being honest with me…or worse, trying to take advantage of me. But you…you’re everything that I thought you were…more, even that I….that I fantasized about. I never expected to…well, my tiger, you make it easy for me to like you. And that, Detective Dryden, if you haven’t figured that out yet-that makes me want to love you all the more!” I felt her tears begin to run down my chest but I couldn’t think of anything to say that would offset her emotions at that moment so I kept my mouth shut and returned her embrace. Then I began to slowly, as lovingly as I knew how, gently stroke her back, then her neck. This captivating, charismatically alluring enchantress-glamorous and delightfully seductive-was all woman, way more woman than I had ever known. Yet she seemed haunted by her mother’s past; fearing, perhaps, that she was doomed to repeat it. Not if I had anything to do with it! I wasn’t…well not yet, at least…completely spellbound by her tantalizingly titillating invitation to love. Maybe if I had less experience; but I did and I was the one she wanted wasn’t I. I was determined more than ever to rise to the occasion; to be her fantasy lover because she sure as hell was mine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The two rode in silence for the first half hour. Flo was an excellent rider and when Lyman told her so, she casually told him some of her story, “I was the eldest of three sisters and my father gave us all the same direction as he would have had he had sons, which I often wondered if that was what he secretly desired. But he never let on and when the doctor told my mother after her third child that another pregnancy would probably kill her, he took me under his wing taught me how to ride, shoot, hunt and fish. I suppose that I spent my teenage years as sort of a tomboy.” Jake commented, “You don’t look or act like a tomboy, Flo. I mean…you’re very attractive and more woman than most men will ever meet. Flo…is that your given name darl’en?” They were riding side by side as close as either of the two horses were comfortable with and Flo looked over at him with a smile and offered, “Farran...it’s Gallic…it means adventurous! Farran O’Flannery…that’s my given name Jake; you’re the only man whose has ever asked me that.” Lyman was naturally curious about how she obtained her current profession, but didn’t want to offend her so he asked innocently, “So Miss Farran O’Flannery, how did you end up in this country?” She took her time answering his question, because she wasn’t sure if he meant coming to America or traveling as a ‘Lady of the Evening’ with Spring’s entourage. She decided to give him the answer to the former instead of the latter, “Well handsome, I remember hearing my parents going at it three or four times a week and I was worried that I might lose my dear mother, so one day when we were alone, I asked her about it-but I was surprised at what she told me…” “What was that?” Lyman interrupted good naturedly. Flo looked at him with a devious smile and explained, “She told me not to worry that she had learned how to take my father in her arse and that she had learned to enjoy it. So I asked her ‘what about father, what does he think of it’ and you know, Jake, she laughed and said that he preferred her that way. As for me Jake, I never really wanted kids and I certainly had no desire to ever get pregnant so I naturally gravitated to my mother’s solution. She taught me how to use a clyster and taught me how to use slippery essences to help make it feel good to me. Well one week I had gone all the way to Dublin to get some of the better of these essences, when a gentleman approached me and asked me out to dinner that night. It was during dinner that he told me that he was going to America and I was fascinated. But I never thought that I would ever get to go. He was taking me back to the boarding house where I was staying overnight, when he said, ‘of course if you would like you could save your money and I could put you up in a spare room at my house’. I took him up on it, Jake, but you’ve never seen such a house…it was a mansion!” “How old were you then Flo?” Lyman asked. She laughed, “Ah Jake, I was just 18 and I was pretty and I was in my prime and Brody O’Rourke was a handsome man of 25, who had inherited his father’s shipping company. When we got to his place, he showed me to my room and I was almost dumb-struck…it was magnificent. When he me asked if I would like to join him in a nightcap, I heartily agreed and after a large glass of Port, I was not going to say no to his advances and…well Jake I let him take my virgin Arse.” Then she chuckled, “He thought he’d found heaven I let him think that he had. He was nowhere near your size, Jake, so I had an easy time of it and he took me to America with him and we had a good time for a while; but he started to get very possessive and he had a mean streak in him that I hadn’t seen in Dublin. Well, Ranger, what is a woman to do in a new country without any money…on the run from a man with the resources to hunt her down?” “How did you get away from him, Flo?” Layman asked. She made a face that told Lyman that she was about to make a life changing decision at that point in her life, the she reflected, “We landed in New York, and he bought a beautiful big house on Long Island and when I left him, he assumed that I would head into the city proper, but I spent the last money that I had going north and when I ran out of money I was looking pretty glum, but an elegant young lady asked me if there was anything wrong and I told her…it was Spring…my troubles and…well Jake she was already quite an enterprising woman and we’ve been together ever since that first day that we met.” Jake looked at her in something akin to real friendship, but not yet love, and asked, “Ever have any regrets?” they rode in silence for a few more moments before she responded philosophically, “Just one.” Lyman listened but when he didn’t hear her answer he looked over at her and as she rode she was facing straight ahead with a smile on her face and Lyman’s curiosity got the better of him. “What was that?” he asked and she looked over at him with a look that any man wants a woman to look at him before she turned and faced straight ahead again but then she said, “Not meeting a man like you when I was young.” Lyman was taken by her response and rode on. Then it just came out of him, “Perhaps if I had met you when I was younger…” which brought a giggle out of the voluptuous redhead, “And what would you have done with me then Ranger, taken me prisoner?” Lyman looked at her lustfully, “Is that what you want me to do?” She laughed the hearty laugh of the lusty woman that she was and said, “I guess I should be careful what I wish for…is that what you’re saying Jake?” Lyman changed to all business and said, “We’ll picket the horses up ahead in those trees and go the rest of the way on foot.” Flo nodded knowing that what they were about to do was important to the security of the whole enterprise.

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

Chloe was temporarily interrupted in her reading by detective Dryden’s ministrations

{[Chloe let out a moan as I blew my hot breath across her pussy lips, but then moved on; letting her think that I wasn’t coming back to that point to wet my lips on her sweet pussy. But my trek along her magnificently toned body would take me all the way down to her toes, before slowly working my way back to taste her essence; and I hadn’t even turned her over yet to follow that incredible tattoo to it’s inevitable ending!]}

Finally Chloe was able to begin reading again-back to the western

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chloe lost herself temporarily again and couldn’t read

{[“Ohhh…God, Jake…aahhh….ummm….oh baby, it’s hard to read when you suckle my pussy like that!” Chloe cooed. I lifted my head up and smiled, “Oh the sacrifices some beautiful women make when they are given pleasure!” And for my trouble she put down the book for a moment, took both of her hands to my head and threatened in mock dominance “Want me to rub your nose in it?” “You promise?” I taunted her back. “No…I can’t get you too wound up yet…there is still a lot of story to read.” She reasoned and I said, “Then you’re just going to have to put your passionate inflections in to your reading.” “That is too evil of a smile on your face detective!” She informed me with a giggle.]}

Finally Chloe got back to reading the western with a great deal of erotic flair in her voice:

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

Intermission of the western erotica

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tillamook, Oregon: Wednesday Morning 7:30 am-real time-present day.

I rolled out of bed and took a shower, shaved and got dressed to go down and enjoy a great cup of coffee and a light breakfast. I had been up until about 11:30 working on my story and grinding the beans and preparing the French press, I was vaguely familiar that I had dreamed about some elements of the story that I still had to write. Yes those 5 women and that Texas Ranger still had the rest of a lay day together and there were indeed some lusty things planned. But before I could write that part, I had to figure out how the gritty San Francisco detective and the gorgeous lusty heiress were going to get around to picking up the story again. After a couple cups of coffee and some fruit and yogurt, I decided to take a walk down to the beach and jog on the wet sand for a ways. I needed to clear my head and get my body recharged. I thought about Gordon and Karen and wondered how they had ‘made out together’, so to speak. The backdrop of all of this was my lovely Ann and I realized how much I missed her as I ran down the beach. After about a mile and ½, I saw a driftwood log and I sat down for a few minutes and contemplated about what a profound effect that she had had on me; that we had on each other really. My mind wandered back to that Sacramento motel room so many years ago and how I listened through the thin walls; how I heard the unmistakable sound of an enema being expelled. I marveled at how fate had altered our lives for the better of us both, all because of something so simple, yet so highly personal-a most private personal, even sexual part of our being-and yet that brought us together. Oh, to be sure, it would never have been the glue to cement a long lasting loving relationship; but it was the catalyst for us to find the character in ourselves and then fall in love that was truly the glue that bound us and indeed it was the summation of how our individual characters evolved over time that bound us into the couple that we were today.

But still it had only been four days since Ann had left and almost another week and ½ to go. Karen had been a challenge, but now that that part of my life; that task that Ann had set for me was complete, I felt somewhat bereft. I needed to fill my time with productivity and so I fast walked/ ran down to the office to check business mail and see what needed to be done. I had no new projects in the works at present, so I was just making “mail-box income” for the moment. Don’t get me wrong, $26,000 a month and change is nothing to sneeze at and yet $15,000 had to be plowed back in for maintenance and new capital development. On the other hand, without an active project, there wasn’t anything about my business-at the moment- that really held my interest and with the large void in my life with Ann temporarily gone, I felt a great deal of fulfillment in my creative erotic writing and I would soon have some fun titillating my sensuous Ann by reading the stories that I had written in her absence. So back to the house in a fast walk/run I headed and after tossing back a couple of glasses of cool water, I sat back at my work station and began to write anew. Let’s see now…where were we? Oh ya, Jake had originally been hired, ostensibly, to recover the stolen Golden Enema, a reasonable facsimile of which was tattooed on Chloe’s back…all the way to where the golden enema nozzle disappeared into her gorgeous ass. He is head-over-heels for her…and yet, he is a seasoned detective; it’s in his blood, so I need to devise a premise for him to go get it and retrieve it for Chloe.

TRAMP STAMP-Chapter 5 Continued

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

Sunlight on my face was the first thing I was aware of; I was still tired after the most memorable but long and energy consuming days of my life, at least so far. 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 Monterrey, 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 staining 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 Belvedere 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 in side 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, half way 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, Farran?” 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 both 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 sideways 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 your 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 had 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.

Tillamook, Oregon: Thursday Morning 8:20 am-real time-present day.

I needed to take a break and I was getting hungry as well, but I wasn’t in the mood to cook for myself so I decided to walk the six or so blocks downtown to a decent restaurant. I also noticed that I had a couple of e-mails. The first was from Ann; she said that she was putting in 12 and 14 hour days and was just crashing in her motel room after a late dinner at the attached café. She talked about the work she was doing and said that it was great experience working under the tutelage of this particular CPA that had was giving her the time and experience to be able to sit for her license in a few weeks. She wished that she could see me and grumbled a little bit about needing an enema, but that she had neglected to bring anything with her. Of course she said that she loved me and hoped all was well.

Ya, that’s what I really need, I thought! Go spend the weekend with the love of my life and I needed to get out of town for a while anyway! Not to mention that I was so honey that I was capable of fucking the ‘crack of dawn’ when I woke up every morning. I e-mailed her back that I would be there tomorrow evening and take her out to dinner. Then we could spend the weekend together. I got an instant reply: God Jim, I can’t wait to be in your arms! P.S. Don’t forget to bring our play things!

There were several business correspondences that I took the time to read and then the last one was from my buddy Gordon Smith:

Jim, I can’t tell you how pleased I am with Karen. She is just exactly what I need at this stage of my life! She is going to start helping me in my drug store and I have asked her to move in and live with me; I hope that’s alright with you. You know buddy, you and I have been around the block a few times together and you know that I’m not one for jumping off the deep end; but damn Jim, I really like this woman! Give me a call and you and I can go get a drink a chat a while. Gordy

I chuckled out loud to myself thinking about Gordy ploughing Karen’s ample ass and wondering if he gave her an enema the first night that she stayed with him; I bet he did. She is a submissive anally erotic woman who would do anything to please him and he is just the sort of man to really make her happy. Yep, I figured that was going to be a damned good match-up! I e-mailed him back that I’d give him a call mid next week and we could meet at his favorite ‘watering hole’ and chat.

So with a light heart, I sat out for an excellent seafood dinner and one of my favorite vintages and I was in the mood for the whole bottle. Then I would taxi home, hit the sack, and get up early and write another installment of TRAMP STAMP; then go spend the weekend with Ann.

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, half way 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 steadying 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 Flo’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, REALLY 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.

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