Joy and Cleo - Account part 1

Introduction

Some Metaphysicists feel that human-souls, from areas of the Universe other than (habitually) Earth, are incarnating during these times that the Metaphysicists refer to as "ascension"... for the Earth and all on Earth. These other souls, individuals who have been going through incarnations on other planets until now, are coming into Earth's incarnational cycles more and more. They bring radical new thinking, ideas and even habits.

Recognizing their ways may be a bit strange to other people, or perhaps incompatible, they end up living in the country or wilderness as much as possible. Rarely, if these souls, from many other worlds here and there throughout the Universe, can find one other with habits and likes that are similar, then perhaps, two of these other-world souls may have the same foreign planet as "home-land".

This has got to be the case with Joy and me. What are the chances that two people get together and both are:

Fascinated with human-powered vehicles and would spend thousands of dollars for a velomobile (pedal-car) when the same money would get a good pre-owned engine-powered vehicle.
Fascinated with and implements "natured-powered" energy systems such as solar, wind and micro-hydroelectric.
Detests big dogs and think they should be banned, and further feel, that there is WAY too much fuss over so-called "adult" book-stores, clubs and web-sites and feel that this concern should be addressed to these big monster dogs roaming all over the place! (After all, no one has ever been attacked, ripped to shreds or had the flesh torn off their bones by an adult book-store or adult night-club!)
Have a totally relaxed and practical attitude about sexual this and that, as long as basic safety is observed. This is not total, unfettered indulgence in every sexual quirk there is, but, just... relaxed... and "practical"... It is hard to put it into words in a tight space. This will slowly become clear (maybe) during the following story.

Oh, it could happen that it be two Earth souls with new ideas, you say. Perhaps. But findings in hypnosis, conducted carefully on Joy and me at separate times and with results kept secret until both of us were done, do indicate an other-world origin.

After Joy and I were together, faithfully, without an official marriage, for over two decades, then a third person, a lady, more or less joins us.
One would think that would cause trouble. Because Joy and I were brought up with "Earth standards" of society, it came close to it. But it soon became apparent, this third person was "one of us". Details will become evident throughout the story.

I make no claims to being "a Writer"; So all three of us will tell his or her part in the "first person" (I-this, I-that, and so on). Persons better trained in writing checked over the final story a bit. But such service was a "freebie" and I do not guarantee literary perfection. But it will be a fascinating read none the less.

It involves after all, two robust amazons (muscle ladies), a lean slender guy who, though fit, is not so strong as even, the "smaller" amazon, and finally, a sprinkling, perhaps a generous sprinkling, of metaphysical star-dust!

Now, at this point, I want to vent, complain, gripe, protest and everything else to display my displeasure at the status of the Internet and some of the paranoias and nonsense I have to put up with, especially after that g_ddam 9-11 crap. I do not know why there has been so much paranoia after that; maybe it is because I am 54 years old and probably getting crotchety and grumpy, especially with such a young person's thing such as the Internet. I was raised in the sexually free 1970s and find this return to prudishness extremely disgusting.
Anyway, with the societies of United States and Canada becoming increasingly and disgustingly prudish and hypocritical, almost every general purpose server has these wimpy rules about content and certain words. Even after I fully migrate all of this to my own server, I still have to be this way due to these automatic programs that watch for certain words. And even though the server is in my domain (home), certain prudish organizations will hassle and carry on about certain words and content.
Because of these loathsome pests, I have had to go through all seven units of this story, finding and replacing certain words. If you wish, and have a little bit of computer know-how, you can correct this.

Okay, this is assuming you really like the story, because it is a bit troublesome: For each unit (joy1cleo.html to joy7cleo.html), and if using most browsers I know of (Internet Explorer, Fire Fox and Netscape Navigator for example), click "File" and then "Save As". Save to a place on your own system where you can find it. All graphics should be automatically saved too.

Open each unit (joy1cleo.html for example) with something like WordPad. Hunt down the following words and replace with the following:

sex when used as a verb, sexed, sexing replace with the appropriate case of the "f" word.
sexually molest(ed) replace with the four-letter word that starts with "r" and has the word "ape" in it.
male genital or just genital replace with your choice of words for it.

I know, I know, it is tedious. But, that is what we have to put up with due to all the silly prudish paranoia going on here lately. (Either that, or start paying for a Username and Password again.)
Okay, that's it; complaining done!

Joy and Cleo

As mentioned above, each one of the main three personalities of this story will speak their own, in the "first-person". A label will be affixed to the start of each person's narrative, for identification, thus:

Followed by text spoken by Alex.

Followed by text spoken by Joy.

Followed by text spoken by Cleo.

I guess I will start off the story with one of my clumsy attempts to acquire a girl friend...

It was an overcast, cool, "gray" day in, maybe, February, of the late 1970s. I was at the college campus of a smallish north-Florida town. My classes were done for the day. On this day I had used a bicycle to commute to the campus, despite a distance of eleven miles from home. My Parents' home was in the country a ways, and I loved it there. Sometimes I used the bicycle for kicks. I found it fascinating, somehow, that I had the potential of going where ever I wanted, independent from autos.

Anyway, I figured, since I am going to use all those calories in a few minutes, I would indulge in a coke. Finding the refreshment stand, I approached and noticed, two nice looking ladies sitting at one of the picnic tables of the refreshment stand...
I do not know why I am so meet-women-impaired; I have got to be one of the worst cases ever. Two years at this college and still no girl-friend. None from high-school either. In fact, that day, I was in one of my moods based on, "why does everyone have girl friends except me!?" So I was determined to at least try to talk with one of them.

Well, anyway, and forgetting the coke, by the way, I made one of my lame attempts...

The blond at the end of the table; forget it. She probably has to fight off men, probably all jock-types. She wouldn't give me the time of day. She was really great looking. She looked big. Her shoulders were broad, with obvious musculature in her shoulders and arms. She was dressed in one of the briefest tank-tops I've ever seen in public. And that was despite the upper fifties or low sixties temperature. She was cold-hardy, with amazonic size and proportions; Wow, she would be nice for me, I thought. Her face was cute too; bright it was, roundish and framed by absolutely perfectly blond hair, and as far as I could tell, it was completely natural. Her hair was cut short, but her bangs were down to her eye-brows...

Well, er, ehem! So, anyway, no chance with her. She kept glancing at me; I assumed she probably thought I was one of the homelier men, hopefully not the homeliest, but one of the homelier men around the campus.

I made my clumsy attempt at the girl with black hair. Though not nearly so big as the blond, almost petite, she was great looking too. Much more conservatively dressed, she wore a red-with-patterns "mandarinish" looking top, complete with that Chinese style collar, that contrasted well with her mid-night-black, pert, cut-short-with-bangs hair. The mandarin coat was over a long maroon dress with tantalizing splits at the end. The splits were only up to, perhaps, her knees, if even that. She did not look completely Chinese; perhaps just a black-haired American girl who was going for an oriental look, although she could have been "part" some other race. The actual Chinese girls on campus all wore strictly American styles; mostly t-shirts and blue-jeans, as was the style of the time. She was perusing a magazine, not a text-book, so I figured I would not be interrupting her from her studies.

I was hoping that, perhaps, she would be more cerebral, so to speak, not too picky about physical appearance, but more interested in the mind... or something. So I sat, not too close, and uttered a shaky-voiced "hello"; I almost said "hi" but changed it to "hello" at the last millisecond, thinking desperately, perhaps, she would be a bit more responsive to a more "formal" approach.

It is bad enough to be "meet-women-impaired" as I was (and am), but it is worse when my attempts fall upon one who is just not interested. Usually girls respond a little to me, only for something to turn them off or away later. Or maybe they were just being polite. This lovely black-haired one had no interest at all.

Well, forget it, I thought. I softly bid "so long" and got up to leave. It gets dark soon in February, and the bicycle ride takes an hour, so I should be going. Forget the coke, I would just leave.

As I breezed past the end of the picnic table, a tug on my sleeve... It was her! The blond haired one! She had grabbed my sleeve with her strong hand and practically yanked me back. The bare arm that did it was pretty well built, with fair-sized muscles! She smiled a shining grin at me, an impish look, with deep green eyes peering under her long bangs.

"Sit down!" she ordered softly but firmly, physically pulling at me and guiding me, while smiling impishly.
I could only swallow hard, I sure was not expecting this.

"I know what you want, rascal!" she stated firmly.

She gazed right at me, seemingly into my soul. I looked down. She chucked my chin, encouraging me to lift my head and look straight at her. Her face was like the sun. She continued that wry smile.

She released my chin and asked, "Were you just gonna leave without a word or two with me?"
"Uh... uh..." I stuttered.
Not helping any was her lower body dress. I already mentioned her daring tank-top. The picnic table had blocked the view of her lower body before. Her micro-skirt; not mini-skirt, micro-skirt, was even, barely that! A mere band of off-white, worn... perhaps denim... or similar, it sat low on her broad, muscle-laced hips and was so short, it did not cover all her butt when she sat. By the way, her teensy tank-top was about the same color, a kind of worn-looking off-white. Her clothes certainly did not sport garish colors, but the brevity was quite eye-catching, to say the least!
Her legs were spread some. I kept glancing down at it. She must have noticed me doing so. She turned slightly, toward me, spreading her legs more. I could not stop glancing for sure now, for I saw she had no under-garment of any kind, just bare cunt. And Wow! Her legs! They were long, big, hard, well formed, firm and muscular. They were the strongest looking pair of legs I had ever seen, on man or woman!

She chucked my chin, obliging me to look up and into her penetrating green eyes and said, "You want in there, don't ya!?"
"Uh... um...", I stuttered.

She drew coins from a change-purse and tossed them at me. I nearly fumbled the catch. She ordered, "Get me a coke. I've got a long bike ride home. And I wanna find out where you live and stuff before I go!"

I obediently got up, post-haste, and got her a coke. I popped off the cap with the machine's bottle-cap-opener and proceeded to take it to her. As I turned from the coke machine, I noted, in the peripheral vision from my down-cast eyes, that the girl with black hair got up and left. I noted she walked very graceful, though quickly. I also noticed how this amazon blond was sitting, legs spread some, towards me, letting me see her "aired out", well ventilated cunt.

She watched me return and sit, smiling impishly at me the whole time. I handed her the coke. "Thanks" she said.

"Where do ya live, rascal?" she simply, directly, and decisively asked.
"Uh... where do I live?" I repeated for some reason. Must have sounded stupid.
"Yeah!" she replied with force, "So I can come and give you what you want!"

Wow! Was I ever thrilled! I stuttered out, "I live out towards Micanopy, on highway 121. By the way..."
She interrupted saying, "Huh! I live out that way too! You must be close. Good! Then I can come and... 'play'..." and she said that while x-raying my mind with her eyes... "...with you often!"

I stuttered around, trying to say something, but I had forgotten what it was. She continued asking me information...

"Hmm. Wait a minute, I better slow down..." she said, having remembered something, then asked, "Do you live with your Mommy and Daddy?"
"Uh... um... well, yes. My Father and Step-Mother."
"Oh, okay... I should have known it!" she declared, then added, "Well then, I guess I'll have to drag you to my place... to 'play'! Living close will make that easy."

I could only nod in agreement and nervously chuckle.
She asked, "You commute to campus by car?"

Oh THAT'S it! I remembered! I replied, "Oh, yes, I was about to mention, I rode a bicycle too. Today. Some days I use the bicycle."

Her face grew brighter than, even, it already was. She replied, "That's great! Free feeling, isn't it? Why did they even bother to invent cars when there are bicycles!?"
"I don't know. Well, I guess, most out-of-shape Americans need them. Dogs chase me though. Dam shit-suckers are a royal pain!"
"Tell me about it!" she agreed, "I'd like to break open the heads of every one of them. Anyway, just pedal fast."
"I DO! But the shit-heads still keep up."
"Well go faster, rascal!"
"I go as fast as I can!"
"What's chasing ya, a grey-hound?" she asked, jokingly.
"No, just kinda big ones. I don't know how they can be so godammed fast."
"Oh! Yeah, I keep forgetting..." the blond nodded her head, "Not very many people can go as fast as I. It's these enormous legs of mine... that you have been so busy looking at! Rascal! I guess they do produce some pretty good horse-power."
"OH MAN!" I breathed, "They're absolutely gorgeous!"
"You think so, huh?"

I think she knew they were gorgeous... or maybe not. Maybe she thought she was freakishly big and strong. Back in the 1970s, the concept of body-building women was not yet wide-spread. Any way, I enthusiastically replied, "Gosh! YES!"
"You want a little feel before we go?"
"Go? We?" I repeated, "You... you want me to ride with you? Home?"
"YES, rascal!" she replied almost impatiently but with that delightful smile, "I'll ride ahead of you and draft you. That way, you should be able to go faster."
"Oh! Yes! Yeah, and if you draft me, that might be the way to... speed me up!"
"Yes, rascal! Now, you want a little feel?"

Oh man! Did I ever! She pulled at my sleeve and directed my hand upon her closest huge leg. When she spread it toward me, it bumped my leg over a bit. It felt heavy and sturdy. And when I felt of her leg, it was the most awesome feeling flesh I ever touched. Her leg was warm, almost hot, despite the chilly weather, heavy, full and firm feeling. One could feel the strength and energy, surging, ready for action. I estimated that if she was not careful, flexing those powerful brutes full force could possibly snap her bicycle chain!

I felt up and down the lengthy expanse of her leg. She just looked at me, smiling impishly, completely at ease and relaxed. She just let me explore. Each time I rubbed her leg toward her hips or crotch, I ventured closer to her crotch each time. I was wondering if she would stop me. Back and forth I went, with my hand. I got really close to her crotch. I could feel the heat coming off her legs and cunt. It actually warmed my fingers. At last she did stop me. Her large, warm and strong hand wrapped around my skinny wrist and moved it away.
"Okay, rascal, that's enough! I'm startin' to get horny. Let's go! I'll lead you to my place. You can show me where you live, then we'll go to my house and... continue this... Okay?"
"Okay" I breathed, mesmerized.

As she got up, I saw just how big and tall she was. She stretched a bit. Huge muscles writhed in her mighty legs. Indeed, with such long, powerfully muscled legs, Joy could be described as "a bit leg-heavy". Or a more common term at the time, "very, very leggy". Arm muscles showed well too. Her tummy could have been used as a wash-board, with all those rows of abs. I am six feet even tall. She was just a bit taller than me, something like, six-feet-one. But she was beefier. Back then I weighed 145 pounds. She must have weighed 180. I was with a woman who was clearly stronger than me. No wonder she was so relaxed.

She picked up and threw on her back a back-pack of books. As she did so, her arms were up and reached back. I observed some pretty awesome biceps in those arms.

Walking in big, graceful strides with leg-muscles rippling, she was off with me following. I was in her spell!

As we walked, she offered that we fetch my bicycle first. As we proceeded, she asked...
"Other than 'rascal', what's your name?"
"Alex" I replied humbly.
"Alex! Hmm, kind of pretty. You don't hear that often. Alex Rascal. That's what you are! Anyway, my name is Joy"...
And on we went with other introductions.

When I got my bicycle, she invited me to ride it. She broke into a trot, or jog. Though jogging kind of easy, she was surprisingly fast. Those big, long, muscle-rippling legs of hers covers a lot of ground with each stride.

Her bicycle was almost all the way on the other side of the campus. She unlocked it and secured her back-back on it. She took off her sandals and put on cycling shoes. She mounted her bike, clipped in and we were off, Joy in the lead.

We wound around Gainesville's bicycle routes until we got to an accursed piece of road that is narrow, full of cars, has rough shoulders and no bike routes. The only thing a cyclist can do if he wants to live, is ride in the grass; which we did. Fortunately, it is only for two miles. That turns onto highway 121 which is somewhat better. It was after four in the afternoon, so traffic would pick up soon. I noticed Joy was like me in negotiating this road; if cars were too thick, she left the pavement and rode in the grass. Fortunately, this road's shoulders were nicer.

During all this riding, I was fascinated with her huge muscular thighs flexing. I was churning away keeping up. She seemed almost to be coasting.
And grass slows the cyclist down. But her powerful legs handled it well. Her bicycle had thicker tires than mine. That helped too.

But most of all, I wanted a front view. That teensy skirt was "accordioned" up her legs. Her bare butt contacted her saddle. Surely her cunt could be seen from the front. However, I also noticed the front of her bicycle has many obstacles, maybe just for that reason. The items obstructed the view of her crotch. There were front panniers and basket, a small pack on her handle-bars, a big head-light was there, a speedometer and bicycle radio. Plus her handle-bar ends had tassels.
By the way, she used "tourist" handle-bars, like me, so she could sit straight. Almost everyone else on campus who had bicycles used those gosh-awful "drop" or racing handle-bars (those goat-horn looking things) that forces the cyclist down, bending him like a pretzel and forcing him to rear his head out and up like a turtle. I don't know why everyone on campus always follows each other like cows. The drop handle-bars are for racing, not every-day use. Oh well.

There is a hill, rare in Florida, of considerable proportions on the route. She handled it like it was not there. She neither slowed, or shifted down... But she did finally slow down... so I could keep up.

All went well until we turned into "dog alley", a mile and a half or so of crappy houses close to the road, among which, a couple had shit-head dogs.

When they came charging out, like they sometimes, not always, do, we sped up... or at least, Joy did, a lot. Probably, by herself, that is how she handles it. When those awesome legs of hers "turned their after-burners on", she took off. She may as well had been on a motorcycle. Trouble is, she was leaving me behind with that monster. (Only one dog had any size to it. The others were medium sized and, by the way, falling behind.) A shout from Joy to "pedal faster!" of course proved useless. My legs were at full capacity, and about to give out. But I was not slow; my speedometer showed thirty miles per hour, for Pete's sake! How in the hell those g--dammed shit-heads can run so g--dammed fast, unaided, is beyond me!

Suddenly, Joy slowed way down. She drew out something from among all that stuff in the front of her bicycle, a rod like thing with a nasty looking business end. The handle and grip were like a standard hammer, but the business end was an ovalish shape with many sharp studs on it. It was a kind of medieval mace!

Joy fell back behind me and blocked the dog. She was between me and the dog. I could not see the dog well. I saw her thrust down that mace, heard it smack hard and the dog yelped in pain. It stumbled and tumbled a ways due to its speed. The chase was cancelled! The smaller dogs stopped as soon as their big leader was vanquished.

Joy passed me smiling, and shouted, "It won't bother you again!"

The other house with dogs was pulling up. Again, like the other one, there were three or four medium, normally mild dogs and one nasty old big one. It saw everything that happened. Joy swerved at it and shouted some awful profanities. It backed up into its yard, barking and growling furiously, but apparently, too intimidated by what it had just seen happen to its comrade and neighbor down the road, to take further action.
Also, in my own experience, this one does not give that hard a chase. In fact, I do not even speed up any more. It may possibly just be playing.
Well anyway, Joy took care of that situation, and took care of it well!

After that, the road is clear. She knew it, as did I, since apparently, she uses this road a lot.

After over two more miles, we encountered another rise in the terrain, a considerable hill, which in fact, leads to the driveway of my home. Of course Joy neither slowed, or shifted down, as before. I had to "stand-up-pedal" to keep up. I could sprint now, my part of the ride was just about done, so I did not have to worry about conserving my energy. With such effort, I kept up with Joy without her having to slow down.
"That's better, Alex Rascal!" Joy shouted at me, smiling.
She was just sitting there on her bicycle, huge legs rhythmically pumping, steady, and not slowing. Muscles flexing in her thighs were as poetry in action. She was calm, seemingly unstrained and not even huffing and puffing that much... as I was.

Right at the crest of the hill, quickly approaching my home, I huffed out, "This is it! This is my driveway! That one on the right!"
Joy slowed and stopped after passing the driveway, replying, "So THIS is where you live! All right!"

My Parents' home sits four hundred feet from the highway, on a three acre rectangular area, with an adjoining three acres to the left, as we faced the property from the road. The driveway was nearly a tenth of a mile long, and gentle down hill all the way.

Joy backed her bicycle to the driveway of my home. She asked, "Do you all own the land all the way to that lake, way back there?"

Far away, a lake shimmered, almost hidden behind trees. I replied, "No, that's part of Mr. Gray's farm. We own to that fence. It's six acres."
"Oh, then you do own that swimming pool?"
"Yes, we do. It is very old, from the 1950s, and algae-stained, but, a swimming pool is a swimming pool."

Joy smiled impishly and said, "Wow! Can I swim there naked? I guess your Momma and Daddy wouldn't allow that!"

Flustered from the excitement of the very thought, I stuttered out, "Well, um... They... actually... are so worried about me not having any girl friend, all the way to my late twenties now, they may go for anything! Besides, often, neither one are home."
"Wow!" Joy laughed, "Desperate for their little boy to find someone to take care of him, eh? Well, all right then, I'll fill that need! And I can't wait to try it when the weather warms up! Wow, swimming naked! I haven't done that for a while."
"Good grief, Joy!" I remarked with a laugh.
"Oh don't pretend shock. I know you'll love it!"
I laughed nervously in agreement. I would love it.

"And besides, I think I seen you almost naked!", Joy commented.
"You did? When?"
"Some months ago, I caught a sight of you, way down there, doin' something like... gardening perhaps, in some kind of male-dancer's g-string. Wow! That was nice! You got a finely built, willowy body. So slender, lean and fit. It made me horny. I almost wanted to go down there and molest him; you, that is, but I thought I better not. Afterward, I always glanced that way, hoping to see you again. I think I did one other time, in the g-string. Other times, you must have been dressed like an old dweeb, or somebody was... like you are now!"
"Gee, thanks, Joy!" I teased.
"Aw, you're okay. You look lovable, actually. But I sure like that g-string! You gotta wear that when I go there to swim naked... or any other time I go there!"
"Okay", I laughed nervously, though thrilled, "Okay".

"All right then, Rascal! Now that I know where you live, I can come there when I want and molest you... if your Mommy and Daddy aren't there... Let me show you where I live. It is really close!"

Joy remounted her bicycle. Her big powerful thighs had her out of the grass and cruising in seconds, while I scrambled desperately to catch up. Good heavens! She is strong on the bicycle!

Indeed, we went no farther than, maybe, three-quarters of a mile. Her home was a small, stone constructed house of great antiquity. It may have dated back to the 1800s, as far as I know. It was one of two such houses, a tenth of a mile apart on the left. Her house was the closer one, and the smaller one. It had a little fenced in area, encompassing a mature shade tree and natural meadow grass.

"Do you own this?" I asked.
"No. Rented. I found it April of this, no, last year... ten months ago, that is. I'm so glad to get out of the town. Neighbors restrict me. I love it here!"
"You live by yourself?"
"There's a girl that lives with me sometimes, but usually not. You can! How about it, Rascal?"

I was thrilled! I hesitantly replied, "Uh, maybe sometimes. My Parents can be stretched quite a ways. Man! I'd like that!"

We rolled up to her house's "front" door (which was, actually, on the side) and stopped. Joy tarried on her bicycle and stretched, and, good heavens, seemed to be humping, just a little, her saddle! I was riveted to that for sure!"

"Mmmmm" Joy groaned. She exhaled then looked at me with that impish grin, "Bicycling makes me horny! That... front thing on the saddle... the 'horn' I guess it's called, just kind of stays against my cunt the whole time... It's kinda like a guy with a hard-on getting behind me, and pressing his dick in my crotch, where it, you know, presses my cunt here..."

Joy brazenly showed me her moist cunt and a well slicked up saddle.

Joy continued her arousing description, "So it just keeps me kind of like, well, chronically horny... at a low level. Anyway, it's great for lubricating the saddle so it doesn't chafe..."
"Good gosh, Joy! Man! You sure don't have any qualms about... talking about this stuff, do you?"
"To you, Rascal, no! I wouldn't to a lot of stuck-up people, but to you, I can open up. And, you love it! Don't ya!?"
"Oh man!" I breathily agreed.

"Well, come on in, Rascal Alex, and we'll... play... some more!"
And like a mesmerized victim, I followed that stronger-than-me, big amazon into her lair. Upon entering, bringing in her bicycle, she took off her cycling shoes and went bare-footed. She parked her bicycle next to the wall near the door.

Her home had little furnishings. She had a matt on the floor which probably was her bed. There were suitcases and foot-lockers. A small stereo was out on the floor. Toward the back, where the kitchen is, was a couple chairs and a table. She showed me this house's only other room, other than the cramped old bathroom that had a shower only. Another matt on the floor, a couple suitcases and a foot-locker were the features of this room too.

"This is where my girl friend sleeps, when she's here. She keeps her stuff here, anyway."

As we returned to what, apparently, was Joy's room, I asked, "So... she's a room-mate or something?"
"No. The term room-mate implies she helps with rent. She does not. I take care of that. I just... like her... even though she fusses a lot. She's got... issues and stuff... She hasn't, you know, "found" herself yet, you know, that term everybody uses now. I just keep everything open for her, especially my heart. Whenever she wants, she knows she can always come back to me."
"Huh! That sounds sweet", I commented.
"She is sweet, or can be..."

Huh! Strange. Joy seemed really soft on this... girl friend. Her voice became dulcet, not firm and snappy, as she was with me.

After some seconds of silence, Joy suddenly, kind of like, snapped out of it and invited, "Well, come on, Rascal Alex. Let's sit and... stuff..."

Joy sat upon her matt with her back against the wall that partitioned the house's two rooms apart. This allowed her to gaze out the front window sometimes. Out the window was fairly bushy, with meadow grass, weeds and up-start trees. The big mature tree shaded the window area nicely. The particular day's weather was darkish overcast, so the tree made it kind of dark. But it imparted a cozy, rural feel which I liked. And it would be great on sunny days.

Joy sat, basically on the floor on her matt, with her huge muscular legs out in front of her, moderately spread. Of course I could see her well formed cunt, she knew it, and was comfortable with that. I must have been staring at that glistening pair of "lips" between her legs. They were moist...
"Sit beside me, Alex!" Joy commanded, smiling impishly, "Stop staring at it! You'll become cross-eyed! I'll let you feel it! It's all slicked up, though! It'll get on your fingers!"

Whoa my goodness! How could I resist that kind of invite!
I sat on the floor, on her matt, beside her.
"Feel my legs, Rascal!" she ordered.

Feeling at ease with this bold amazon, I finally did get comfortable. I turned toward her a bit, got comfortable against the wall and her, and gently began rubbing her beautiful, awesome legs.

Before long, my hand was getting close to her steaming genital... and finally, venturing forth upon it. It was hot, slicked up, and the secretions were all over her inner thighs as well. I heard her groan softly. She smiled at me sometimes, encouraging me. At times she closed her eyes and just, apparently, enjoyed.
I have never seen someone so completely at ease with this.

After a bit, Joy changed position to on her hands and knees, like an animal or something. She invited, "Feel my butt, Alex, my thighs and stuff. Get to... know me..."

I caressed Joy, felt all over her rock-hard butt and thighs, felt over that soaked cunt, kissed her butt and about every place else, and, just, as she invited, got to know her body.
In that position, on her hands and knees on the floor, that puts her cunt, the big lips part of it, between her legs and below a bit. So, glaring right at me was the soaked entrance to her actual vagina. Clearish or whitish secretions came out of it sometimes, especially if she moved or shifted. The hole was kind of partially opened, and seemed to be throbbing. The whole area of her crotch seemed a bit "puffy". I assumed that probably was a lady's "erection". Joy would moan softly sometimes, or groan or breath heavy. When I ventured a finger or two up that hole, she groaned strong and long, and huffed.
"Oh gosh! Man! I gotta sex!" Joy exclaimed, in a moaning tone.

I wondered what I was going to do. I was both excited but cautious. Hesitantly, I ventured, "I... uh... I have a hard-on to high-heavens myself! You want us to... like... do it?"
"OOHHH!" Joy moaned, "We better not, not yet. I'm gonna masturbate. You can watch and masturbate too. Why don't you take those clothes off!"

Joy seemed to be searching for something. She moaned, "I gotta find something to stick up in there!"...

I cautiously suggested, "How about... using your bicycle seat, like you were about to do out there!"
"Okay, yeah! Okay, that'll have to do!" Joy replied breathily.

Oh man! I sure could have used shoving my genital up her then. But if that big amazon says no to actual entrance, I have to obey. Joy began to get up to go for her bicycle. But she stopped short...
"Aw shit!" she exclaimed, and added, "Well, I wanted her to come back..."

Despite her intense arousal, Joy must have heard the sound of a car pull up into the yard. She apparently recognized it as her girl friend's car.

Joy sat back on the floor, with her huge legs folded under her and waited. She softly warned, "Prepare for storms..."

Joy stood up. She straightened out her little skirt and arranged her tank top. She even pulled at her tiny skirt, in what appeared to me like a vain attempt to make it longer or cover more. Like, no way! That skirt was born to show leg, and show it did! I also noticed Joy pulled her legs together for more of a... I guess one could say, conservative pose. I stood up too, arranged my clothes, and waited, standing behind her.
Indeed, we heard the car door close, foot steps, the door flew open and in walked... I nearly fainted, but, in walked none other than the black-haired girl from the picnic table of the refreshment stand, the one I tried and miserably failed to talk to.

"Sure enough, you got him here, hussy!" she exclaimed. She continued angrily, "That's the last time you take a boy away from me!"

She stormed (indeed, as Joy predicted, stormed) to her room. I saw Joy roll her eyes, blow at her bangs and put her hands on her hips. Her body language and expression said, "Good grief!"

Then Joy followed into her room. I timidly followed Joy, staying behind her. The black-haired girl, though slender, delicate and graceful, was sure doing a good job slamming suitcases around and making a... storm.

In a pleading tone of voice, Joy insisted, "How can you say I took him from you. I saw him try to talk to you, but you sat there like a block of ice, only because you were in one of your huffs."
"You sure wasted no time in picking him off though!" she yelled.
"But he seemed so forlorn and rejected. I wanted to comfort him. And, I got a hunch, a feeling... and, and, during the time I have been with him, my hunch has been proven, he might be a 'kin', he's... like us... one of us! We can share him!"

Wow! What was that I heard!? My heavens! That sounded interesting, to say the least. I continued to cower behind Joy and listen.

"Oh! Sure we can! Like any of the others. Forget it. He's all wrapped up in you! Congratulations!"
"But I'm telling you he's not like the others. He's a... kin!"
"Aw shut up, bitch!"

That backed Joy off a bit. She watched helplessly as her girl friend packed suitcases and foot-locker. She rolled her matt and bedding and stuffed it, with furious moves, into the foot-locker. She could not quite close it because she had not folded the matt and bedding right; it was just kind of wadded. Her entire delicate light weight was not quite enough to close it. Joy stepped forward and with a good shove with her triceps muscles flexing, ram the foot-locker closed, just like that.

"Get away! I don't need your help!" was her response to Joy's assistance.

Joy continued to plead, "Please don't leave me... I love..." Joy quickly glanced at me. Then continued, "I love you! I love you, Spring Forest! I... need your little fist..."
"USE HIS DICK, BITCH!" she yelled.

I must confess to an intense curiosity about some of the things I heard. Joy seemed helpless to stop her. Joy was WAY stronger than her girl friend, she could have physically restrained her, but Joy knew that would be useless and make matters worse.

Tugging at heavy suitcases, the delicate lady carried them, one by one, to her car, in the darkness outside. Joy, flexing her amazon muscles, heaved up the heavy foot-locker and carried it to the door. I opened the door for her. Joy was going to carry it to the car, but her girl friend, apparently called "Spring Forest" screamed, "PUT IT DOWN! I don't need your help!"

Pulling on one handle, Spring Forest managed to drag the foot-locker to the trunk of her car. But she could not quite lift it in.

Once again, Joy stepped forward, saying, "Now come on, Spring Forest! You can't lift that! Let me, for Pete's sake!"

Against Spring Forest's protest, Joy easily heaved the foot-locker up and into the trunk of the compact car.

Spring Forest stamped into the house for one more small bag. It was the last item. After this, I figured, she probably would leave. As she stormed back out and across Joy's room, Joy tried coming up behind Spring Forest and embracing her from behind. Joy held her firm but gently. Joy pleaded, "Please, Spring Forest? Don't leave me!"
Spring Forest struggled helplessly against Joy's strong, embracing and protective arms. She yelled, "LET GO, ya big palooka hussy!"

Joy let go, and out Spring Forest went. Joy stood at the door and called, in a voice trembling, "Always remember, you can always return! Anytime!"
"NEVER!" Spring Forest yelled, but with a tremble in her voice that indicated she was close to tears.

The car door slammed, the engine started up, she turned around, and turned right, which would take her to Gainesville, and was gone. By this time, it was dark.

Joy went back into her house and onto her matt. She leaned against the wall and, well... cried.

I knelt down next to Joy. "Gees" I ventured, cautiously, "Is there... anything... I can do?"

After a bit of sobbing, Joy gathered herself, and managed a warm smile for me. She made a kissy face to me, and sort of like, blew a kiss. She advised, "Sweet Alex, go home now, to your Mommy and Daddy, tell them about me... except the sex stuff. I need some time alone now, and, besides, you need to go home anyway. It's too soon for us to start living together. Give it some time... like, one day?..."... Joy beamed a tear-streaked smile.
Joy continued, "Come back here in the morning, no earlier than six, I guess, and no later than nine. Come about seven-thirty, if you can. We'll spend the day together, okay, sweety?"

Tear-streaked though it was, her face glowed that warm smile at me. I asked, "Uh, did I come between you and... her? Will you be okay?..."
"Mmm, don't worry sweet Alex, I told you, she has head-issues. She'll be back. She always does eventually. Might be a while though. I... just miss her..."

Joy almost began sobbing again.
Joy held it back, stood up, and guided me up too. She gently escorted me to the door. Then she wrapped her strong arms around me and swallowed me up into her bosom for the most wonderful hug I have ever received up to that time... not including Mom's hugs, which are of a different species, actually, so to speak.

I remained in her bosom as long as she allowed me. Gosh that was nice! Anyway, it had to end sooner or later. She bid me, "See ya in the morning!" where upon, I got on my bicycle and left.

Wowee wow and wow! That's all I can say! I pedaled on home.

Indeed, my Father wondered where I had been. He was a bit worried, because I used the bicycle, and it was dark, and I had not returned. Of course I told them all about Joy, and how close she lived. My Father and Step Mother seemed genuinely thrilled.

The next day, you can bet I stuck to the suggested time my new-found lady friend had given me to meet her in the morning. In the chilly, overcast morning conditions, I rode bicycle the short distance to her home.

"Morning, Rascal Alex!" was her cheerful greeting when she opened the door for me. She drew me in and gave me a warming squeeze.
Interestingly dressed, she was, in a long-sleeved black sweater or t-shirt type thing, that came down to about crotch level... and she had nothing on below. That warmed me up right there!

"Wow, Joy!" I commented, "Aren't you cold, down there?"
"Heavens no!" she asserted, "That's the last place that gets cold. So that's the last place I cover up. Oh, I'll put on my bitsy skirt later, but that's gonna be it!"
"Are you... like... Are you using the bicycle again?"
"Always! That's all I have."
"This morning is a bit cold. Won't that be cold, all that breeze coming in on your crotch, when pedaling?"
"OHH! It feels good, Alex!"
"Wow!" I commented, when Joy laughed at my amazement, and drew me into her bosom for another squeeze.

Joy had made breakfast for me, no less. It was eggs, hash-browns and toast for me, and some kind of stringy and leafy looking... vegetable... or something for her. As she brought it out, I looked around. The second room, that had been her girl-friend's room, had been cleaned. It was completely clear of everything, except for a photo, and a very nice one I might add, of Spring Forest. It showed a charming smile, that smooth, long black hair draped around nicely, a high Chinese collar as part of, again, a mandarinish looking top, in this case, blue. The photo was in a dark blue frame. It sat upon a stone. There was a glass candle, with red wax, still lit, to the side and front. Another small plate had a candle of pink wax, that appeared to have been used up. There were small clay bowls of pebbles, sea-shells and wild meadow flowers. It sort of looked like... an alter, of some kind. I asked Joy about it...

"I did a ritual, that I was taught by someone that knows about this stuff, that is supposed to send out a gentle, sort of like, energy or force, to calm Spring Forest's mind and promote clear thinking... and think about coming back to me. I was also taught a stronger ritual that would actually cause her to long for me. But... I don't want to force her to do anything. I just want her to realize how lost she is, think clearly, and then, well, if that is done, she will return."
"Wow, cool!" I commented, "Is that like, witch-craft... or something?"
"It is manipulation of natural energies that can accomplish stuff. It gives every person some... like... power... over their lives... like everyone practiced, thousands of years ago. But to gain power over the people and get their money, nearly 2000 years ago, the holy-roman-church launched a campaign of propaganda and disinformation to convince people that such practices are somehow... evil. They gave it a label; witch-craft or sorcery, so they could conveniently objectify it and call it evil. That got most people convinced, that their welfare and their eternal salvation, depended solely on them. In later years, people who continued to manipulate energies for themselves were labeled witches and were... basically, killed... by the thousands, all told. Anyway, I claim my right, to control these energies. I am limited only by my lack of expertise and experience."

Joy made herself absolutely clear, on where she stood on that. This would be with us throughout the years, to this day, when such practices and outlook are gaining wide spread acceptance.

Finally, I asked one more thing about the room...
"If... You say..." I began timidly, "Well, you kind of, sort of said I could live with you... would that be my room?"
"Oh no, no, no, Alex, you're with me!" she answered, with that shining smile of hers. She continued, "This is our room..." as she gestured toward... her room, now to be our room.
So Joy and I would be in that room, and her girl friends room... shall remain, her girl friends room.

"Now sit down Alex, there's some stuff I gotta tell ya!" Joy commanded.

I sat down to that very nice breakfast. Joy asked, "First, what time is your first class?"
"Uh, like, ten-fifteen", I replied.
"Okay, no rush then." Joy responded. She continued, "There's something I gotta tell ya. Now hear me out. And if you try to walk out, I'm physically holding you here, you got that, Rascal?"
"Yes Ma'am" I replied with a nervous laugh.
Joy informed, "I am not a college student. The books I was carrying are just books I bought for interest. You ever just perused a typical campus book store? Without some Professor ordering you what to get, and all the extra boring stuff that usually accompanies it, a campus book store can reveal some jewels. Well, anyway, I'm not getting into that, the thing is, I was just buying some books of my own interest. Also, I hang around the campus for sweet Spring Forest... she likes to be accompanied... she feels safer. I don't know who will accompany her now..."

Joy almost started crying again. She shook her head to break out of it...

"Ehem! Well, I'll get to the point", Joy finally continued, "I am in this town for some months as a... a stripper, you know, erotic dancer..."
"WOW!" I breathed, fascinated.

"Well, you're still seated, not bolting to the door; that's a good sign!" Joy commented.
"OH! I'm not going anywhere now!"
"Whew!" Joy exclaimed, "Great! I knew most you'd be okay. You are indeed, of the kin-type as Spring Forest and I..."
"What's this 'kin' stuff?" I interrupted.

Joy giggled then explained, "Of the masses, some people stand out, sort of sometimes, as different. In many cases, it's just a single person with a different way of thinking. But if there are a number of these 'stand-outs' that all have similar characteristics of... standing out, that may be a kin. In this use, kins are people connected by some kind of... energy... or master guiding spirit. They may be the simultaneous incarnations of the same Higher Self. They may come from a soul-group that has a specific agenda for incarnating, a spirit-world-level 'project' of some sort.
Anyway, the kin that Spring Forest, myself, and maybe, you, along with a sort of long-distance, pen-pal-based secret club we have, are part of, seem to have the following characteristics: Men tend to be slender with fine builds, but not always. It depends on their genetics. Usually, souls of this kin tend to incarnate into slenderish male forms. Women may be normal sized but are real, real fit and surprisingly strong for their size. You saw little Spring Forest throwing those suitcases around, didn't you? And, though she could not pick it up, she could at least, drag that heavy foot-locker. Big amazon sized women are rare in the entire Earth human genetics. So a soul of this kin may not always be able to be born into an amazon's body. But many do. I, if I do say so myself, but it is the truth, I am the biggest amazon I know. I am six-feet-one or more, and weigh 185, sometimes 190 pounds. I am pen pals with amazons that range from, barely amazon at five-feet-nine and maybe 140 fit pounds, to, one lady who stands at just over six-feet-even at 180 pounds, yes, very close to me! ALL these ladies are fit, fit, fit!
Oh, this is gettin' long! Well, anyway, quickly, so the characteristics of this kin are men that tend to be of slender, almost delicate build, but fit... like you! And women who tend to be big, fit and muscular, or at least, fit and surprisingly strong for their size. Men of this kin are submissive, as I can see you are, women aggressive, as I am sure you have seen, I am!"
I nodded my head in agreement, smiled, and listened for more. I was fascinated...

Joy continued, "All of this kin are hot on solar energy or other ways of getting energy from the forces of nature, rather than stabbing Earth and making her bleed, as with petroleum products. We gravitate to bicycles and even, newer kinds of human-powered stuff, such as enclosed recumbent bicycles; of which I am looking for one, currently. We are resistant to war and violence, but will use it if needed to protect ourselves or someone we love. We tend to despise people, nations and animals that seem to attack for no reason. If they are just trying to eat you for their dinner, that's one thing. But big dogs seem to just like to maim and kill for fun. Most of us of this kin, range from slightly disliking dogs to outright burning hatred... as is the case with me."
"AND ME!" I added loudly.

"Yes! No one of this kin I have seen have dogs for pets. If someone in their house-hold wants a dog, arguments against it surely ensue.
And finally, all of this kin, especially the ladies, are very comfortable and relaxed with sex and their sexuality. The men are submissive and often bashful. But once encouraged, they'll get going too... as I have seen from you! And... that kind of, sort of brings us to this erotic dancing I do..."
"Yeah, I want to hear about this one!" I enthusiastically urged.

"Well, it's basically the best and most efficient way I have currently, to make money. I don't know about the other dancers, but with me, it strictly business. I don't even want to be around most of those guys who goes to places like that, but... their money is good! I make several thousand dollars a month. In fact, I'm slowing down a bit, because I'm wasting too much money paying taxes. My report to the IRS showed over $100,000 dollars last year, about half of which I have to give away... as taxes. So I'm scaling back. I moved to this small town, and only do weekends. So schedule is: I dance on Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights. I go to town, rent a car and stay in a hotel close to the night club; its kinda way out of town. I make so much money there, I can afford those. As much as I love using the bicycle, the car, under those conditions, is safer. I am six-feet-one or more tall, weigh 190, and can hold my own against any single man up to low 200s in weight. But if some really big ape comes at me, or two or more, even I could be in trouble. Ain't no place for bicycles.
I have nothing to do with any man that comes to me after the dancing time. The particular club I'm at now is pretty good at keeping customers away from the dressing rooms and stuff, anyway. I have been doing this for years. I have kept completely away from the drugs, the diseases, and the creepy men. So... Let's see...
So what you need to know is that, you will notice I am not here from Thursday afternoon until Sunday morning. I leave on my bicycle Thursday, around noon, rent a car, drive to the hotel close to the club and... do my thing those three nights. Then, Sunday morning, I leave the hotel, return the car, and ride my bicycle back here. I usually get back some time in the early afternoon. Then, the rest of the week I'm free, and usually just mess around."
"Wow, Joy! Can I come with you? To the hotel?"
"Naturally, Rascal!" Joy replied enthusiastically, "But I assumed your Mommy and Daddy wouldn't let you."
"My goodness, I am in my upper twenties, they'll let me go. And my Mother is... passed on... That's my Step Mother. Anyway, they're okay with it."
"Aw, missing your Mommy, I'm sorry! Well, okay, sweety. Anyway, they have nothing to fear, I'll take care of you" Joy assured.
"Can I go to the club to see you dance?"
"Ooo! You better not." Joy advised, "You're so slender and delicate, and those slobs are all big and ape-like; I'll give you a private dance! You just stay in the hotel; Say, you can drive me there! You can then go back to the hotel. I'll call when I'm ready to come home, but its usually two, three, even four in the morning. It'll be a little safer for me that way."
"Wow, my goodness!" I commented.
"Yeah, what a business! Isn't it?"
I added, "And, knowing you like to save money, you don't have to rent cars anymore, I'll just drive you there all the way from here. It will simplify the process and save money!"
"Yeah... Yeah rascal!" Joy agreed, "Yes, that's a good idea. I guess there are some advantages to owning your own car. I ain't driven since I left home. I travel by bus, train, taxi and stuff. Okay, okay, we'll do it that way!"

So, that was settled. Now, before moving on, I'll just touch on that day...

After breakfast, Joy invited me to her matt on the floor, where she sat with her back against the wall and her huge legs spread in front of her...
"Sit here, Alex", she ordered, with a shining smile. She pointed out the spot directly in front of her, between her legs. She spread her legs wider to accommodate me.
I sat, on my folded legs, facing her...
"No, no, no, Alex" she informed, "Turn around, sit on your... rear, like me, and shove your back up into my bosom; just sort of back up into me..."

WOW! I thought to myself as I did as instructed. I sat up against her front, her bosom, and snuggled in. She closed her big legs in a little to "secure" me. She thrust her hip a bit, pressing her cunt, which was getting moist again and very warm feeling, against my butt. Her strong arms embraced me from behind and forced me back, snug against her. She snuggled her face against mine and gave me a tender kiss...
I was in such ecstatic bliss, I don't even remember what we talked about or how much time went by! I sure melted me down big-time, that's for sure...


Before we took off on our bicycles to go to town, Joy took off that long-sleeved black t-shirt and replaced it with her usual super-brief tank-top. She strapped on her tiny skirt.

Joy accompanied me on my bicycle riding to town. The stupid dogs were asleep on the... job... whatever their job is, and did not chase us.

In town and campus, during my classes, Joy just strolled around, relaxing, taking in the sites while waiting for me to get out of class. She would accompany me between classes.

That afternoon, the smaller dogs gave chase from the first house, but the big one was strangely missing. But the big dog at the next house chased us. Joy almost left me behind again as she turned up those big legs of hers to full power. Then, remembering that I can not go that fast, she fell back and blocked the dog, and almost had to hit it with her mace. But it backed down and stopped at the last second, wishing to avoid the fate of its neighbor.

The next day, I had a full day of classes. Joy advised me to use my car, as she had something to do which involved the problem of leaving me behind during our rides together, and would take much of the day. I was curious as to just what it was. She said I would have my answer when I came home.

I came home that late afternoon, rode my bicycle to her house, and there was a gleaming new addition to her existing bicycle, a high quality tandem bicycle. Joy had already "moved" her stuff to it (all the panniers, baskets, head light and so on). Now, I would get the benefit of Joy's powerful legs.

By the way, the way Joy used to get both bikes home was ingenious. She rode her bicycle to town to get to the bicycle store and purchase the tandem. To get home, she removed the front wheel of the tandem and strapped it onto the front of her single-seat bike. She then clamped the front fork of the tandem to the rear of her bicycle using... well, clamps. In that manner, she put the tandem "in tow", and got it home.

The next day was a thrill to try the tandem out. Joy was in the front seat, I was on the back. That gave me a view of her gorgeous athletic body in action. During accelerations, I could feel the power of Joy's legs. I was pedaling too, contributing, but Joy turned out the majority of the power, especially for acceleration, up hills and, if it happens, being chased.
I almost wanted the dogs to chase just to try it out. I don't know if they sleep late or what, but during the morning ride to town, they failed to appear. In the afternoon, returning, the first house with dogs did not have much happen. The big one was there, but funny, it only barked furiously from its yard. The smaller ones chased a bit, mostly in fun. We did not even speed up. The big dog at the next house came charging out though. Show time! Well, Joy ramped up to full power. I swear, it was almost like being on a small motorbike. The acceleration almost caught me off guard. That is the fastest on a bicycle I have ever gone! We dropped the dog easily. I had to be careful, but I managed to peer over Joy's sturdy shoulder to see the speedometer. We were over 45 miles per hour!

Later, I asked Joy if I slowed her down any. She reported that it felt different, but she got up to the speed she always does. She attributed it to me... my, sort of like, "two cents worth" of power, more than made up for my weight and drag. And, after all, I am NOT a weak cyclist. Though not an athlete or racer of any kind, I am up at a pretty fair level of performance. When being chased, I do get up to 28 to 30 miles per hour. So I'm no weakling. Anyway, having said that, then consider, being right behind Joy, we had the wind resistance of possibly, "one and one-quarter cyclist", so to speak, yet, with two of us pedaling, with one fairly strong cyclist and one really strong cyclist. I guess that's why in bicycle races, tandems usually do faster times than single racers.

When in town and campus, Joy would "drop me off" at my classes. Then, as before, when I am in classes during the day, Joy just hangs around, strolling, or riding the tandem bicycle with the unused rear seat, enjoying the sites and ambiance. She was always waiting for me when I came out of class.

Finally, this item, and some of you may be wondering too...
I asked Joy, if she makes so much money, why does she live in that tiny old house and only own bicycles? She told me she has $280,000 in one bank, and $15,000 in her checking account. She replied:

"I don't like to squander money. It's a waste to spend it on fancy cars and big-ass apartments. Besides, I don't like neighbors. I like it here in this little house. I'm surrounded by meadow, trees and the healthful energies of nature. This house has a charm... it's so old, and has a lot of history... it's so rustic... nobody knows I live here, which is important for a stripper. And as to cars; I already told you, I just don't like cars that much. I feel free on my bicycle. That's all I need. In special case situations, I'll rent a car; or have you drive me! But normally, give me my bike!"

Well, there you have it.

And finally this juicy tid-bit...
Remember that "need your little fist" comment Joy said to Spring Forest? I was wondering about that too. Me, at 145 pounds, repeatedly asking a 190-pound muscle woman about something she shows signs of not wanting to talk about was admittedly risky, so I used due caution. After about two weeks, Joy finally admitted and explained what that meant...

"I AM NOT A LESBIAN!!!" Joy proclaimed loudly... but giggling... Then went on to explain, "Spring Forest and I were just messin' around. I had just come back from town on my bike and had showered. I came out naked to stand in front of a fan. I have no air-conditioning and it was summer. Spring Forest was in her denim shorts and a brief tank-top, rare for her, but forced into it by the heat. She and I just started... getting tender towards each other. We, especially she, began exploring each other's body. She did most of it. I did not do it much to her, cause, I'm so big, I didn't want to frighten her.
Anyway, she was feeling me up. She wanted me to do my arms like this..."
Where upon, Joy raised her arms to flex biceps. WOW! I got an eye-full myself! Well, anyway...

So Joy continued, "And so Spring Forest felt my muscles, kissed them and caressed them and stuff. Then she began exploring my lower features. She began commenting on the size of my cunt-lips, how calloused or thick they seem, and so moist and all sorts of stuff. Then she stuck her fingers in my hole while diddling with my clit; and she's a gal, she knows where all that good-feeling stuff is. OOO! That felt GOOD! Anyway, I began groaning and breathing heavy and begging for more... Then, apparently, that's when she decided to make a fist, a special fist that she later showed me, where her finger-nails are completely covered and makes her fist slightly pointed, and worked it into my hole. OH GOSH a-MIGHTY, did that ever hit the spot! She had me wailing in the most intense pleasure I've ever felt! Good gosh that felt good! I climaxed three or four times. The first climax just sort of slid into the second. Good heavens! Whew!"...

Joy had to take a breather. She was sitting on her matt, on the floor, her back against the wall, with her legs in front of her, spread open. Her fingers were on her own cunt, rubbing the burn.
Joy continued, "Those climaxes were so intense, they just about knocked me out. I slept, and cute Spring Forest slept next to me. Well, after that, I wanted more. I didn't like the typical man, they were all like pigs and apes. I always kind of went after slender, fit, light-weight men. They're kind of rare. There's quite a few skinny men, but they are not fit, and look half sick. But the fit slender ones, you know, like you, Alex, were kind of rare. Those are the type Spring Forest was after too. That's why we have so many arguments over men. Well anyway, most of the time I masturbated, whether Spring Forest was there or not. It did not matter, she liked watching me do it. And I kind of liked doing it in front of her. Well anyway, so after that first fist thing, I was always asking Spring Forest to do it again. And she did, gladly. So... that's how it got started. What was I to do? It feels so good! She knows all the right places to stimulate. You better not tell this to anyone or I'll masturbate on your face! Got that, rascal Alex!?"
Joy smiled impishly but kind of looked like she meant it. I nervously chuckled, "Yes ma'am, I got it!"

Gosh I love Joy! And all her extreme behaviors!
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