Joy and Cleo - Account part 2

Well, needless to say, I was snared! Joy had me! I was hers to love, use or abuse. I finally rode with her to my home while my Parents were there to meet them. My Father, who had been getting worried that I might go through all my life without anybody, was thrilled. Joy's daring clothes might have normally rankled his conservative Christian outlook, but he was ready to accept anything at that point. Besides, I think he found her sexy too, shhh!

My Step Mother thought Joy was pure gold. She really went for Joy's powerful athletic looks and her surprisingly soft-featured, roundish cute face. My Step Mother was a northern Italian in heritage and so had natural blond hair. She adored Joy's natural blond hair. And despite being raised Catholic, my Step Mother had no problem with Joy's clothes. In fact, after Joy left with me and I came back at which point they started asking me a thousand questions, my Father commented something about her scant clothing. My Step Mother said, "That is all that fit young lady needs to wear!"

In fact, one time, I was going through a book about astrology that my Step Mother had, and it had illustration representing each of the signs. The one for Virgo had a nude lady. I showed it to my Step Mother commenting, "Wow, how did this get published?" And she responded with something like, "There's nothing wrong with the nude body, after all, it was designed by God..." and... a couple other things, I can't remember. But the bottom line is, she was very much okay with Joy's attire.

We quickly found out Joy is a vegetarian and at that, has what some might call, strange tastes. I found out what she was eating that morning, the other mornings and... meals in general. She collects and cooks grass, leaves and even flowers from just the fields around her home. She adds standard vegetables to it sometimes, like corn, potatoes, peas and such. Joy says her grocery expenses are nil, and the grass and leaves helps make her strong and energetic... All I can say is, it must be true!

Back in those days, I ate steak, chicken, pork, in other words, all that meat and dairy crap, and was skinny and sickly. Every winter like clock-work, I would get a so-called 24-hour-stomach-flu, a yucky feeling of nausea for, just that, 24 hours... thank goodness for not being longer. Every year, I got at least three to four bad colds or mild flu, and several lesser colds.
So for anybody who criticizes my present-day build for being too slim, and blames it on my vegetarianism, let me tell you, I have more muscles now than I ever did then, hardly ever catch colds, and haven't had the 24-hour stomach-flu in ages. So take your freaking meats, dairy and other such crap and choke on it!

First time Joy saw me get sick worried her. I assured her repeatedly that this always happens. But she insisted, "It is not normal for humans to be sick. We were made to be healthy and happy! I'll make you well! And keep you well!"

Joy fed me, I know not what concoction of stuff from the fields. But it broke the fever, headaches and other symptoms in little more than a day. I was completely over it in a couple days.

Joy forbade me from eating meat. I protested, "I'm already skinny enough!"
"Meat does not cure skinniness, besides, you are not skinny, just delicately built", Joy replied...

Men, even this man, me, who generally am not that caught up in macho, does not like being told they are "delicately built". But, whatever floats Joy's boat! If she likes my slender physique, so be it. She said I am very fit. I am; then as now; I exercise my butt off, for Pete's sake. Well anyway, I just thanked God for bringing Joy into my life!

Gone were the meats and eggs. But Joy knew what she was doing with the vegetables. She even made some "meadow stew", consisting of tender parts of meadow grass, shoot-leaves (freshly budded and unfolded leaves) mixed with standard fare, like celery and carrots, for me. It was good!

Well, now, okay. Having settled all of that, I can tell you that Joy and I were glued. We did not know at that time, what was going to be, but Joy and I were together, unwavering, but unmarried, interestingly enough, to this day.

Having said that, I cannot claim to never have at least looked at other women, and, by the way, any married man that does make that claim is lying. Period. Anyway, I looked around, but dared nothing more. The bigger and more athletic (amazon like) the woman, the more she caught my attention. But, Joy looked too, and she was honest about it. She would even point out guys that tantalized her, and made suggestions for me to dress like them, and things like that. It is the type of guy that attracted Joy's stares is what is interesting. Slim, lightly built but fit men that most of (especially American and Canadian) society would call skinny, is, well, what moistens her cunt.

And Joy can be brazen about it. Once we were in some city (for her dancing... um... career), I believe it was Chicago, and in a taxi. She spied some guy in a loose, half-length tank-top who was like me, real slim, with slender but tight little muscles. His arms were long and slim but had small, hard triceps sticking out. He had a really skinny, tight tummy with abs clearly visible.
"Oooo! Look at that! I wish you'd dress like that always!" she exclaimed, whispering in my ear so the taxi Driver would not hear. She spread her legs a bit and put her fingers in her own bare crotch (with that micro-skirt, its always available) and rubbed the burn in her cunt. Later, she made me wear a similar outfit, in the hotel room, and then practically sexually molested me.
So again, like, whatever... I'm just glad she likes skinny men!

Anyway, the diet of meadow vegetables and vegetables in general seemed to fix me up. My muscles responded better to exercises. My weight increased from 145 to 160 in a year, and it was all muscle. I felt better. The 24-hour-stomach-flu became a rarity, if ever, colds decreased to one mild cold a year, or less, and I had more stamina.

Okay now, we are almost ready to segue into the point in Joy's and my life where Cleo makes her appearance. But first, some history concerning some interesting developments, changes in life-style and other odds and ends to wrap up. And also, a couple interesting occurrences, one kind of surprising, typical really, of the types of things that can happen when with a gal like Joy. Then, I will turn it over to Joy for some comments from her perspective.

Joy did indeed swim naked in the pool... in fact, with my Parents gone, she just remained naked. Wow! We hiked and stuff in the wilderness behind my Parents' home and sometimes canoed in the small lake.

With Joy ever sex-hungry, it did not take long, she finally let me "in" her. But not before, apparently, she acquired condoms and made sure I had one on before going in. And good heavens, did that ever feel good! Not just feel good, but other strange but ecstatic feeling things happened too, I don't know what they were (or are), when I gushed into Joy.
And, once we started that, it did not take long for her to "fuck me dry". Ever horny, Joy later found out, if she pushed me down on the floor (or ground), pull my pants away if any, and then get over and straddle me and hump on my bony hip, she could bring herself to a blasting orgasm, sparing my "over-worked genital".

I must say that was weird, the first time it happened. She had been extra horny for some reason. I was in a brief bikini like thing or, g-string, and she already had me in her five times. We were at my Parents home and my Parents were away. Joy was completely naked. We were strolling about in the grass in back, under the trees. Joy kept feeling me up. Then, she just pushed me into the grass, straddled me, and then I was under a huge, out-of-control, 190-pound muscle woman rubbing her cunt up and down my hip. Her cunt and my hip became all slicked up, she huffed, puffed and moaned; the humping got more furious until it felt I was being pushed into the ground. Her cunt-lips actually separated and "swallowed" my hip. She burst out screaming as orgasm exploded in her. My gosh! There was so much secretion from her cunt, it rolled off of me onto the ground. She does that anyway in her orgasms; its almost like she ejaculates. After she calmed a bit, and was still panting, she huffed, "I'm sorry sweety...". I assured her it was okay. Anyway, after that, my hips served as a "stand-by means" for Joy to gratify herself on me, for when I am sexed out.
Joy made sure I was condomed for any direct entry into her for many years. Slowly, in much later years, the condom was dropped. The expected result of that never did happen to this day. A little more on that will be touched upon later.

By the way, a few days after the first time I enjoyed being in her, she explained something that, at the time, I did not quite know what she was talking about. Although she explained it... And so, now I do. She told me I was the first man she ever let in her. But, she told me, the reason I did not feel my genital "break her hymen", is because she broke it herself masturbating long ago. Knowing her well now, after decades, I can most certainly see why! Anyway, just a curious little tidbit.

A few months after we met, Joy took an interest to a victrola my Parents had. The victrola, a Stromberg-Carlson with a tube-type stereo amplifier, was purchased in early 1960s. After my Mother passed away and later, my Father married again, my Step Mother moved in her much bigger victrola, FM-AM radio and color television combo. So the original victrola of my original Parents was made spare. Joy bought it from my Father, who had no problem selling it to her. Just another example of how Joy likes old, or traditional, usually simple, stuff.

In two years, I graduated from college, thus completing the "fun" learning part, the pure theory, and the pure appreciation for electronics (my major). Now enter the evil job-world to muck everything up. The job-world has the "shit-touch"; like King Midas had the "Golden Touch", where everything he touched turned to gold. Well, the job-world has the "shit-touch". Everything the job-world touches, turns to shit. First, it took forever to find my first job in electronics. Then when I did, it paid crap. Meanwhile, there's Joy making $50,000 to $70,000 a year working just three nights a week.

Joy's "job" requires moving a lot. After a few years, the men who frequent the clubs grow jaded with particular Dancers. Joy was unusually long at two years. Then, one has to move on. Joy tried to stick with small towns, even though she could make "six figures" in big cities. She did do that the first couple years she was dancing, but felt claustrophobic in big cities. Joy appears to have a genuinely urgent need for nature-space around her.
Essentially, I had to move with her. My jobs made peanuts. What, are you going to stay in one place to make four dollars an hour (roughly $8000 a year), or are you going to move so you can make $60,000 to $80,000? I think most of you know the answer to that. So, we moved for Joy's dancing. Because she settled on small towns, it made it that much harder for me to find work. Not to mention, Joy advised me to "forget it, and just have fun!" After all, we generally had four days a week off. With Joy's money, she encouraged me to do my own electronic projects, which, by the way, I had hundreds of ideas for projects. So for her to encourage me to do that, is like encouraging the fox to go ahead and enter the hen-house!

Joy even had some ideas of her own for me to do. And, in one dancing job, or gig, Joy managed to get me a part time electronic maintenance job for the club's big music amplifier. What impressed them is, one time, the amplifier went out. It was a big, four-hundred-watt per channel theater amplifier, and their only one. And it was Wednesday. I examined it, found the blown final transistors on one channel, made a long driving trip to Cincinnati, the nearest big city, to get the parts, came back and had it ready for Thursday night. Thursday night is when the crowds pick up for the weekend. And its the first of the three nights Joy dances.

WOW! And man! What I saw! As electronics maintenance, I finally did see Joy dance. Good heavens to Betsy! Sometimes she actually masturbates on those pole thingies, you know, what the Dancers use as props. Screaming, huffing and humping, the whole thing, right in front of the men. They went nuts! And it was obviously authentic. The way Joy seems to "ejaculate" when she climaxes, left the pole dripping with her secretions. Somebody actually had to wipe it off, after she was done. Sometimes, Joy did it herself, punctuated with many sexy mannerisms. The men absolutely lapped it up! Some clubs ordered Joy not to do that. But this club let her do it.

Well, ehem! As I was saying... So, I moved with Joy, every so often serving as technician for the club's sound systems if the situation presented itself, and being encouraged by Joy to do my own electronic creations. Essentially then, I was back into the pure theory of it. That was sure nice.

I was also sort of like a house keeper which was made easy and simple by our tendency to rent small places and furnish them sparsely.
And finally, I was the driver. Before, Joy used trains, buses or sometimes airplanes for her moves. Now I would drive in the moves as well as take her to, and pick her up from, the clubs where she danced.

My car was already aged and falling apart. It did not take long to need a better one. This took a little doing from Joy who does not like "squandering" money on cars. But I convinced her of the logic of it; rather than using pricey movers and buses or trains, we could just get a preowned vehicle. We also got our own used, enclosed trailer. It used to be a U-Haul trailer, you could just see the remnants of "U-Haul" lettering on it. It had been painted over. Even at that, we bought it from some individual, so that trailer has been around.

Our "rig" saved a lot of money and hassle for moving, which we often did. However, the trailer was a problem for some apartment situations. A lot of apartments don't like trailers parked on their grounds for any lengthy amount of time. Joy's "sweet mouth" and awesome body acquired special arrangements sometimes. But there were times we had no choice but to leave the trailer in some kind of public storage service facility, and end up paying ten to thirty dollars a month for it. This inconvenience occurred mostly in the bigger cities, which Joy tended to avoid anyway.

Among the things moved with the trailer were: Our matts for sleeping, a few chairs, a small table. She also moved that Stromberg-Carlson victrola she bought from my Parents. I had some amplifiers, radios and this and that electronic stuff of my own. Later, a mini refrigerator and mini clothes washer were added for the cabins and things that Joy loved to rent, which often did not have their own of those items. Suitcases and a trunk served as our "set of drawers" that most people have, for storing clothes. The heaviest thing to move was Joy's weight bench and weights. Oh yes, got to have that. Her weight bench was a high quality, sturdily made type, and even with the weights removed, was not easy to move. It had to be rugged to take the force of her powerful legs. Joy would help me with that, but pretty much let me handle the rest of it. The weight-plates had to be taken in or out individually. It is time consuming and really gives my fingers, forearms and arms a work-out; which is Joy's plan. "It's good for ya!" she would tell me, with that bright smile of hers.

I more or less did assume a number of this and that tasks, allowing Joy to concentrate on exercise, skin care and rest, to keep that awesome body of hers awesome! I did it all gladly. I guess she is sort of my "mistress". That's fine with me! Or it could be said, we were married without the marriage. That's the way it has been to this day.

Well, so that was our life for the next nearly couple of decades, from the rest of the 1970s, all through the 1980s and on into the first few years of the 1990s, anyway. Indeed, it was a life of renting apartments, modest houses or, when available, cabins in the wilderness, living in each anywhere from a few weeks to a year, living frugally and moving. We never bought much furniture, so we could always move simply and quickly. We never used a bed, simply the thick matts on the floor.

As with any occupation that involves a lot of moving and changing of environments, we experienced many different climates, local cultures and people. Some of Joy's dancing was in Canada, so that was included too.

Joy's big income was shoveled into the savings account. We spent little. The biggest things Joy would usually spend money on were bicycles and exercise equipment.

Joy really did and does work out with weights. Wow, what a sight that is to see. I worked out with weights too. Joy can actually lift heavier weights than me! For arm exercises, she lifts only a little more weight. But for legs, like the hamstrings curl and the leg extensions, both done on the bench with that leg-attachment, Joy blew me away. My leg extensions handled up to 110 pounds per leg. She did 200! Per leg! But, did you see her picture, that one where she is sitting on the floor with her back to that Stromberg-Carlson victrola? You see those huge legs? Then you can see why she can leg-extend 200 pounds per leg and can routinely do 45 miles per hour on the bicycle. Her legs are incredible! And... so is that big, thick pair of lips and deep hole between them! Ooohh!

Well, ehem! Anyway... So, as I was saying, we experienced many different places and people. I know I am holding up the part about the entrance of Cleo into our lives, but I just got to report on a few of these experiences. Look, when you live and travel with a big, hulking, six-feet-one, 190-pound muscle woman who consistently dresses in a micro-skirt with no underwear and brief tank-top, you're going to get into some interesting situations. So, below, here are a couple...

Let's see... there are so many... okay, let's do this one first...
One time Joy was dancing for clubs near and around Washington D.C. We were renting a cabin-like house out in the countryside of Maryland. There is a wonderful bicycle route that extends from Washington D.C. through Maryland to the west a little ways. Joy took a couple weeks off, advised by the clubs to "make the male clientele miss her and beg for her return". This gave us time to do a circuit bicycle ride with a club that would include that bicycle route above, then go out just past the mountains of West Virginia and circle back again. We went with a club due to Joy's concern about dogs and me. The club members promised that the routes they take, plus the very fact of being a group, causes dogs not to be a problem. On the circuit trip with them, we did not use the tandem bicycle, but two separate bicycles, with me on one and Joy on the other. In that manner, we rode with the group.

Now, despite being the sexually free era of the 1970s and early 1980s, being about 1980, the club however, was a tad prudish. They wanted male members to sleep in separate areas from the female members. Yes, one of those. Well, the first night and the second, Joy and I put up with it. But that got old in a hurry. Joy was getting extremely horny. Her saddle-horn was actually wet with her vaginal secretions. On the second night, Joy and I sneaked away to some dark bushes, a distance away, to sex. Joy's loud mouth screeched a bit from her orgasm which made us nervous about, if the rest of the club heard it. T'is a good thing we went a distance away!

But one sex does not calm her, it was only an emergency release of her libido. Joy and I planned to stay in our own place of some sort the third night and onward after that.

Towards the end of the third day of cycling, the group found a camp site to stay overnight. Joy and I cycled onward. We were thinking in terms of a hotel, until we passed a quaint farm-house with a sign saying "room for rent, overnight or longer". The farm-house was close to the highway. Joy braced for dogs coming out but there were none. The farm-house had a white picket fence partially around the yard, little yard decorations and flowers. Joy told me to secure the room while she rode ahead a while. I asked, "Why me by myself?"
"Because" she said, with that patented Joy wry smile, "You look like a dweeb, and I'll bet they'll respond to a dweeb!".
Like, okay, okay!

Boy, Joy belts it out to me the way she sees it. She wants me to dress in a way that reveals my physique, or, at least, dress like a typical cyclist. I was dressed in a long sleeved shirt and long pants, somewhat inappropriate for cycling, admittedly, but... it's just... the way I am.

Well, Joy rode on. I walked my bicycle into their yard a bit, parked it and proceeded on to their door, still a bit wary of dogs. They had none. Anyway, an elderly, typically farmer-looking, kind acting man answered the door. And yes, he and his typically kindly elderly lady Wife responded well to my countenance.

I secured the room for the night, no problem. Being kind, and perhaps trusting me, they said I can pay in the morning. I had told them my lady friend was coming. The room they showed me was upstairs and at the back-right corner of their house with respect to facing it from the highway. The room had two, separated single beds. That would be okay, I thought to myself, Joy and I could do it on the floor between them. The room had a good view. It overlooked rolling fields of grain that extended way into the distance. The country was a "rolling" type, typical of the type seen after crossing all of the Appalachian mountains, headed west. I think we were almost in Ohio, or it may have been Ohio.

Well, I waited outside for Joy, sitting at a picnic table in their yard. I couldn't wait for Joy to come back.
The sky was darkening as evening came, with dark gray clouds overhead. Way to the west-north-west, behind their house, was a narrow band of golden-yellow, between the clouds and the horizon. It was an interesting effect. A cool breeze blew.

Every so often, the lady would come out asking if I wanted something to eat or drink. I said no thank you. Later, we would sup with them, and I planned to pay them for meals just as one would a restaurant.

Well, finally, Joy came zooming in, screeching her brakes actually. She must have been going really fast, and may have almost missed the driveway of that farm house. She careened around and came barreling into the yard. She raised one leg over the saddle for dismounting while still moving, and slowed on down and stopped right at the picnic table where I was sitting.

Well, with that tiny skirt, and no underwear, when she dismounts a bicycle, especially if while it is moving like she often does, which of course, blows her tiny skirt up, let's face it, one can see all the details of her awesome crotch. One can see those big, thick, heavy duty labias of her cunt, and sometimes even, her clitoris sticking out. Apparently the clitoris gets bigger with sexual arousal, like a penis. Hard pedaling makes Joy hornier, if she is already horny, and believe me she was. And of course, her saddle-horn had a wet area.

Well, you can just imagine the impression upon those old-fashioned, middle-America farmer types. Hoo-lordy! The elderly lady was scolding her mostly, and me, I guess for trying to "sneak" this by them, which I wasn't, and on and on. Joy did that patented body language of hers that I like so much. Hands on her hips, she rolls her eyes and blows upward, disturbing her blond bangs that hang so low over her eyes. I clearly remember her cute face as she expressed disgust, with the dark clouds and the narrow band of golden light sandwiched between the clouds and horizon toward the west behind her. I am always so happy and content to be with her. I love Joy! Being run off from that house did not bother me at all.

We hit the highway with Joy cheerfully telling me she found a nice, quaint hotel another ten miles down the road.
Wow, ten miles. That's why it took Joy that long, but still, for a twenty mile round trip, she did the distance fast. Without me holding her back, she must have revved up those high-horse-power legs of hers.

Again, I was elected to go into the hotel's office to secure the room. Joy rode off a bit. After the room was obtained (and I chose one way at the end of the hotel building), I waited outside for Joy. When she returned, we quickly made our way into the room. By this time, it was completely dark. During the night, Joy and I sexed and sexed and sexed and sexed and sexed........

Well, the above was fun, maybe educational as to gaining experience with the wide varieties of attitudes people can have and that they mysteriously appear to be age-related, and maybe even a little bit funny, but really, kind of typical. But the next adventure I want to report on is anything but typical...

Some years later, Joy was dancing for clubs around Madison of Wisconsin, and Rockford of Illinois, and the areas in between. It allowed us to stay several months since there were a number of clubs that Joy could perform for, therefore allowing for "rotation" which prevented "jading", or getting bored with the same dancer every time (which I still don't see how that can happen with Joy. Or any other dancer for that matter, but whatever).

When "servicing" those two towns, Joy and I stayed in an attic room of a two story house in a small town in the farming areas of south-west Wisconsin. If she serviced Milwaukee, like she often did, and it was indeed back and forth, back and forth between the two places, we would rent an apartment there.

Well, anyway, I wanted to bring up some of the unusual situations and arrangements at that two-story house in the small town...
When Joy took me there for the first time, she said she has stayed here before, and we'll be staying there from time to time in future years, each time she comes to these areas to dance. Joy said I will really like this old lady. Hmm.

Well, while still in Illinois, we got off interstate 39 to begin winding around rural roads, eventually crossing into Wisconsin, and then on until we got to this small town. Joy directed me to this house. It was an area of old homes, probably dating back to the 1930s or earlier. Most were two story, and of wood frame construction. Each one had mature trees creating a lot of shade, and all the properties were not only fenced, but had mature growth of this and that lining them. This gave the small yards a cozy appearance and a good amount of privacy.

It was one of these "grandma-ish" kinds of yards; lots of little this and that yard decoration, planted and potted flowers here and there, vines growing up around trees and the walls of the house; yes, like that. And wouldn't you know it; later when I did enter the house with Joy, on the porch hung a cage with a green parakeet. Add to that, we got there at a very nice time of year for that area, about early May. The nights were still a bit chilly, and the days absolutely delightful.

Well, at something like about 1 P.M., we pulled up into the driveway pulling our little trailer full of furniture and high quality bicycles; as mentioned above, it wasn't much, not even enough for one room. Really, we literally lived out of suitcases and trunks.

This was, oh, about 1984 or something. I still had my memory of that elderly couple scolding us and denying us that room after they saw what Joy "was". I sort of thought the same thing might happen here. But, nothing of the sort. Joy has stayed with this one before...
She turned out to be an elderly lady alright, and who lived by herself, but an unusually spry one, and not short at all. She was not as tall as Joy, but pretty far up there; I would put her at five-feet-nine or something. She had white hair (or was it blond; it looked blond; but I assumed it was white) and sparkling blue eyes. Talk about welcoming Joy with open arms! Indeed, she gave Joy a welcoming hug worthy of some kind of mom. She greeted me heartily too, remarking to Joy, "So you finally found a fella!".

Joy told me earlier, that this lady, whom Joy called Elsie, had Norwegian heritage, like Joy's Parents.
Anyway, Elsie, seeing I was with Joy now, offered a larger room, on the second floor. But Joy said, "No, we'll take that same attic room. Alex is very efficient, asks for little, and can do stuff for you, since we're in a cool climate. He can mow lawns and stuff..." and on and on.
I like that word "efficient".
Well anyway, I followed Joy to the attic room. Now, the house is two stories, so the attic actually puts us on a sort of third story. I have often noticed that Joy likes height, for some reason. If available, and if there is a choice, she will always go for the highest floor. The room was "quaintly" wall-papered, and of course had slanted walls due to being in a finished attic space.

Elsie asked, "Now Joy, you're sure you don't want a real bed? With your fella here, he can carry up a nice bed for the two of you..."
"No thank you" Joy kindly responded, "In the times before, I could have carried the bed up myself, I'm actually stronger than Alex. But we'll sleep on our mattresses and stuff we brought."
"Stronger than your fella?" Elsie remarked with a shining grin, "That's the way it should be! Good girl, Joy! A great choice!"

Well, ehem. Anyway, Joy and I brought our stuff up and settled in. After our last trip carrying things up the stairs and while in the attic room, and while Elsie was downstairs making a meal for us, I asked Joy, "Does Elsie know... what your, um, job is?"
"Of course, rascal!" came Joy's chipper answer, along with that beaming smile of hers, "She encourages me to use my, like, 'powers' as necessary for getting ahead. She is very much with me in this."
"Does um... she know that you sometimes masturbate during your performances?"
"Yes, rascal!" Joy answered in good-natured impatience, "She knows everything. She has even given me pointers in dancing. She used to do something like that, a much milder form of course, a long time ago."
"Wow! Really?"
"Really, rascal. She says to invest whatever talents of silver you received to make more talents of silver... kind of a Bible-ly way of saying it. And this will surprise you, she goes to church every Sunday, like clock-work. Never misses it."
"Wow!"
Joy added, "She likes for me to perform for her, in her living room. So you can watch me dance too, rascal. I'm sure you will love that!"
"Oh! Oh yeah! But... she has you dance?"
"To critique me, of course. And I think she finds it... genuinely stimulating!"

Well, well, well! I can see now, that this stay will be interesting, to say the least.

After a wonderful dinner with Elsie, Joy and I moved the weight lifting bench and weights to the separate garage that was to the right of Elsie's house and in the back yard. There was plenty of space around the older model car that was in there, probably used for, let me guess... going to church every Sunday. There was one of those seven-foot tall big fans that would prove valuable for keeping us cool during weight lifting.

That evening's supper or just after, brought a kind of lecture to me from Elsie, summarizing thus...
"Now listen son, you have been chosen by a queen amazon..."
Joy shyly giggled, "Oh, come on, Elsie..."
Elsie continued, "or one who could have been queen of the amazons! You treat her well now. She's a hero... or heroine I guess you should say; she saved my house..."

It turned out that Elsie's mortgage was long over due, and she was in danger of losing this wonderful house...
"Joy had to prostitute for me..."
"Elsie" Joy protested shyly, face turning a bit red.
"Something she swore she would never do." Elsie affirmed, "And she never did, before or since."
"Were you in danger?" I asked of Joy. It was my only concern.
"I forced him to accept my terms!" Joy said quietly but forcefully. "He would wear a condom, and no genital sucking or cum drinking. Yuck!"
"Wow!" I breathed, fascinated.
"You see Joy?" Elsie declared, "I knew he would be okay with it! He's an excellent mate for you!"
Elsie continued to me, "The, uh, client, should we say, was one of considerable influence and also paid well. In addition to, how many was it, Joy, three or four times with him, she also danced at private parties that he put on. Dancing for caterings is okay, Joy often does it..."
"Yeah" Joy agreed, "That part's no problem. Alex has even helped set up the sound equipment for caterings. But ugh! I'll never prostitute again. Yuck!"
"Anyway" Elsie concluded, "For all her, um, services, he was able to get certain penalties and interests reduced, and with the money Joy made from it all, plus a considerable amount from her own savings, she paid off my mortgage and car payment in full, and I have been free and clear, payment-wise and health-wise, since! Now, how about that for a hero... er, heroine!"

I don't think the subject ever came up... I think that is why a lot of Christian types don't like adult dance clubs; it is not just the dancing, it is the other bull-crap that often follows, namely, drugs and prostitution. Joy has religiously stayed away from drugs, even alcohol, and, though I was never brave enough to ask about it, she apparently prostituted only that once, and that was for a good cause, so to speak.

And of course, since we were on the subject, and being the voyeuristic, anal individual I am, I asked Joy some details of the experience, such as his height and build and so on...

"Politician type" Joy summed up, "about five-feet-ten, in his fifties at the time, healthy but out of shape and over weight, maybe 210 pounds. I could have whipped him if things got out of hand, if that's what you're wonderin'. But he was obedient, he followed all my rules. Take a bath first, use condom, and I don't do no sucking or drinking of cum. I gave him a good time. Muscle displays, I carried him around a few times, private dancing, masturbating in front of him, and all sorts of good stuff. I gave him his money's worth. But ugh, in bed, it was like sexing with a big hairy slug."

I giggled from that while Elsie had a good belly-laugh. Then Elsie had questions to Joy about me...
"Is he obedient?"
"Very!" Joy assured, beaming a smile towards me.
"He sex good? Good fore-play?"
"I don't give no time for no fore-play. I just pin him down and sexually molest him."
"That a girl, Joy! Does he harden up?"
"Yeah! That get's him going. Sometimes it don't if I've already done it three or four times before in a day; I generally sex his balls dry. Then I throw him down and sex on his sexy skinny little hip."
"Wow, girl! That's the way to do it! Is he okay with that?"
"Sure! Laps it up! He's been with me some six or seven years now. He's mine!"
Elsie directed a question to me next, asking, "Do you accept Joy as your Mistress?"
"Yes... certainly!" I, probably shyly, said.
"Excellent catch, girl!" Elsie praised Joy, "How did you find him?"
"I... don't know... he just... sorta like, stumbled into my loving bosom one day; he looked forlorn, in need of a loving Mistress... I think God, or my Guide or his Guide, or both, helped us."
"Yes indeed, girl!" Elsie agreed, "I am sure of it!"

Well, Elsie's home proved to be one of the more pleasant places to live that I have seen during the many travels of Joy and I. First, there was that quaint and delightful neighborhood of mostly older residents. Even dogs were not a problem. We could walk around anywhere without fear. Older people tend to keep better dogs than younger ones for some reason. They are not so big, they are milder in temperament, and just look nicer.
Now, with all the older folks around, I did wonder about Joy's clothing. Elsie, no problem. But she is unusual. Once, sitting in the attic gazing out the window at the scenery from up there with Joy, I asked her if Elsie is possibly one of "The Kin".
Joy said "Very possible. She does not like dogs, she was and still is athletic, she is comfortable with sex, tends to be dominant, and as you have seen, prefers men to be obedient and submissive. And, she has a tendency to be long-lived. Guess how old she is..."
"Um, seventy? Seventy-five?" I ventured.
"Wrong, age-breath!" Joy replied in that sassy way, "she is 120-something, she's even lost track of the exact age."
"One hundred twenty!?" I echoed quite loudly.
"Shh" went Joy, "Yes rascal, 120, at least!"

Well! Anyway, so indeed, we are dealing with an unusual individual. But... most old people...
You know, everything has bad and good points. In a younger neighborhood, Joy's scant clothing would not be a problem (it might be, however, if there are a lot of "soccer-mom" types. They are a paranoid lot.). But there would be a lot more of the bigger, nastier kinds of dogs. In this "oldsters" neighborhood, pets are a lot more friendly, but most older people just do not take to skimpy clothing very well, for whatever reason.

Well, Elsie seemed to have a way with Joy, a kind of influence over her. While in Elsie's house, Joy could go naked as far as she is concerned. But Elsie managed to get Joy into these delightful sleeveless blouses and about knee-length or slightly shorter dresses for walking around the neighborhood. Joy still avoided underwear due to the fact, as Joy says, it stimulates her cunt, but, as long as she did not do tumbles or any kind of wild jumping around, it would be okay.
Me, no problem! I take to long sleeve dress shirts and long pants like a duck takes to water. In fact, Joy commented to me, "You must be enjoying this, ain't ya? You're in 'dweeb-land'!"
Well, maybe so, maybe so.

As was the usual way for the past six or seven years, I drove Joy to the dance clubs. Then I came back home. At about one in the morning, I would go to wait for Joy to get off around two to three in the morning. This was Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights. The rest of the week, Joy was off. Now here comes what, to me, was a kind of unique and delightful experience...

On Saturday nights, which of course becomes Sunday mornings, Joy and I get back to Elsie's house something like three to four in the morning. Joy bathes, sexes with me a couple times, then sleeps deeply.
Then, quite voluntarily, she rises earlier than other days, about nine A.M., to have breakfast with Elsie, then get ready and go to church! Yep! Joy!

I go with them of course. But I had to ask Joy, who, despite being so extremely physical, is somewhat of a spiritualist, "What's this church stuff?"
"Well, why not?" Joy asked me, "You were going to church with your Parents before you started living with me. By the way rascal, if you ever want to go to church, go ahead. Don't let me stop you. If one is available, or can be reached, go ahead. Depending on schedule and other stuff, I'll even go with ya!"
"Hmm! Okay!" I agreed, "But... doesn't it conflict with your spiritualism?"
"No way!" Joy insisted, "I just object to the structure and bull-headedness of religions, that's all. But, in a church building, when all those people are there with one general thing on mind, to access higher spiritual realms, it pulls down a very light, high vibrational energy. When you sit there, you just... or I do anyway... just... feel good! Even my pesky cunt quiets down for once. I like it. And the church Elsie goes to is a 'Church Of Christ' which is one of the more simple and unassuming types, more free of dogmatic nonsense than most. Yeah, I like it. There is indeed, a high vibrational frequency there. It's even healthful, I think."
Wow! All this coming from the mouth of an erotic dancer!

And how did this wild, free, nudity loving Joy dress for church? Well, Elsie had reserved for her favorite gal, a selection of actual-factual "Sunday dresses", complete with hats, even. Joy does not own any of these outfits for her own, which, if I did one day ask Joy to go to church with me, might pose a problem. But Elsie had her well prepared. What a different kind of delight, or treat for me, to see big, tall Joy looking splendid in a full length dress, long sleeves, white gloves and "Sunday hat"; yeah, "duh woiks" (the works).

I had not been in a church for six or seven years. Joy is right, there is a high vibrational energy there... Now that I have a greater understanding of the nature of spirit, and from Joy pointing it out, I can indeed understand what is going on there. It caused me to remember back all during my boyhood, when going to church... Though I may have found it boring, it was somehow... refreshing... Even if Sunday falls on a dark, drizzly, chilly day, if one goes to church, they experience a... refreshening... that's the best I can express it. It is hard to put into words.

We stayed at Elsie's house nearly a year, although there were month-or-more-long interruptions of that time, by time spent in a rental apartment while Joy danced for clubs around Milwaukee. But as long as we were at Elsie's house, Joy went to church.

After we left, which actually made Joy sad along with Elsie, it was not to be for the last time. During the years, we have been back there three or four times.

Well, that's a couple of experiences, above, that stand out for me. Joy might have others when she picks up, somewhat below. I still have just a few more background-preparation items, and then I will turn it over to Joy.

Joy when she was 20 or so. Here she is pulling in a big cart of harvested corn. Already, Joy was a towering leviathan with immensely powerful legs. Way back then, she wore bikinis. She said she stopped the habit and switched to mini, and then micro-skirts, because the bikinis chafed and pressed her vagina which kept her continuously horny.

This dancing of hers went on until the early 1990s. By living simply as she and I do, and thus, not spending much money, Joy accumulated over 2 million dollars. With that, she paid off back taxes and paid off the mortgage on her Parents' farm in south Missouri, and bought another farm, that no one was currently using, next to it. All was paid for, no mortgage. This farm included an old vintage, stoney looking house on it. In the usual Joy way, she liked humble and old stuff. Land in south Missouri is very low priced, so the money went a long way.

Additional money was spent for farm equipment and getting it productive again. Joy knew farming from her child-hood and teenage years, and her Parents were a mere three miles away for reference, as well. They are experienced Farmers, and not that old at all. I also saw some, not all, explanation of Joy's physique from them. Joy's Father is a tall, striking man and very fit. He has naturally blond hair. Joy's Mother is still "hot" (to me), robustly built and fit. Her two Parents are just about the same size, both standing five-feet-eleven and weighing 170 pounds. I found that intriguing. Also, interestingly enough, Joy's Parents say they, and therefore Joy, are of Norwegian descent.

Now Joy was really where she wanted to be: Securely established on a farm (no threatening mortgage), living permanently in a true rural area with no immediate neighbors, and no longer having to move a lot. About 1992, Joy was settled on this farm and allowed her dancing to lapse; that is, her last dancing gig was in a small town not far from the farm. After a year, that usual length of time that a gig lasts, Joy simply quit and did not move any more. Over the years after that, she still returns to that club, and a few others around, to dance, intermittently...
I hear ya, I hear ya, "Can she still dance when so much older?" or "Didn't she age?" Simple answer, no.

Why? I have no certain reasons but my guess is that Joy follows, just by chance of preference or design, all the health steps that resist aging. Joy's vegetarian diet includes grass, a very potent source of protein and enzymes that promote health. Starting sometime in the eighties, Joy eliminated as much sugar as possible, starting with her cokes. In the late seventies, Joy was already mid to late twenties in age. In 1992, that makes her in her forties, forty-one to be precise. I was forty that same year; she is one year older than me.
Joy is as strong as ever, even stronger. She still just as sex-hungry. She weighs 190 to almost 200, all of it fit. I too have managed improvements, now at 175 or there abouts.

Joy never gave up the bicycle. In fact now, we both use something called "velomobiles", a recumbent trike with an enclosed body (also, pedal-cars).
Joy has avoided big cities and insisted on renting little places in the country. Once we rented a tiny travel trailer on someone's farm. The trailer was located quite some distance from the "farm-house", so we had our space that Joy needs so much. Joy did not tell the Farmers what her "job" was, but I ended up being hired for this and that work on the farm.
Joy has never over-worked, or, over "idled".
All these, summed up, has contributed to Joy's extended youth and vigor... But, there is one additional big contributor: Joy never became pregnant...

This fact sort of dawned on us suddenly one day, upon settling on the farm and commenting about how Joy's dancing career is slowing down, and how she could continue if she wanted due to still looking young, and on and on and on until we bumped into the subject of her never becoming pregnant.

Both pregnancy and marriage sneaked by us over the years without our notice. We were in such bliss most of the time or otherwise, actively engaged in... something or other... All that moving will keep one busy, for one thing. Anyway, the subject of marriage just never came up. Later, "just forget it" was our attitude. We are married in the heart. The only thing that has not been done, is get government recognition. Well screw the government, it's none of their dam business.

But the pregnancy thing is something else. Again, it just sneaked up on us. Joy's insistence on the condom began to loosen in the late eighties and, on the farm, it was dropped all together. But, to this day, there has been no pregnancy. Now... this would concern most people, but for some reason, it just doesn't concern us much. We think about it and discuss it sometimes, but then, the Doctors, the clinics, the money and time for all the hooha that would have to be done to examine why and determine causes and solutions and... Whew! Nah, we just forget it. On the farm, we are busy with, well, farming, and endless repairs. Then, when we are not doing that, we are hiking endlessly in these deep, boogery forests that are among and surround the farm. The forests of this area do impart a feeling of mystery. South and south-east Missouri is a kind of mysterious area. And, there is just something going on, always something interesting coming up, as you will see later. So, for better or for worst, we just never did anything about it.

Now, speaking of the mysterious forests, and the pregnancy issue, now is the time to mention the "mystery tree" or "magic tree"...
Amongst the thick, dark, boogery forest that is way in back of Joy's Parents' farm, Joy used to hike endlessly. One day, when she was twenty-two, she was three hours hiking out from her Parents' farm. In the middle of this remote, cut off wilderness, all by herself, she encountered a very large tree that seemed to "rule" over an entire acre or so or wilderness. The tree created its own ecosystem, in it and under it. It had built up a slight rise in the ground with what must have been its massive root network. The trunk appeared to be a number of trees twisted together. The trunk was an entire 16 feet across in on dimension, and twelve feet in the other. Across the twelve feet width, was an opening, through which, Joy, just funning around, went through. Joy said when she went through the tree, she felt weird. Chills ran up and down all over her. She felt... charged... felt good! It even resulted in her becoming horny (seems like to me, everything does, but, anyway...). Joy said the sky looked a bit paler and somehow, colors slightly muted. This caused a slight run of fear in Joy that prompted her to immediately head back home. It was pretty late, and it would take three hours just to get back to the farm, and another thirty minutes or more to get back to the house. Indeed, it was almost dark when Joy returned.

The next day, Joy notice the sky was paler, slightly, and just, everything did not seem as bright. Joy thought it was her imagination.

Back in those days, Joy already was using the bicycle. In going to town, there is a certain part of the outskirts of that town that has thick cars and some nasty dogs. Joy bypassed it by using, what was apparently, an ancient trail stamped out by Indians, or "First Nation" folks, who used it for no telling how long; maybe almost a thousand years. But a development project blocked the trail and then Joy had to shoot through the nasty neighborhood. Later, she found another alternative route, but it meant going farther.
In days after that, traffic on what is supposed to be a country lane (not the rural road that goes to Joy's Parents' farm, but another, connecting route) seemed to increase for some reason.

From time to time, Joy wondered if it was the tree... Was it magic, somehow, imbued with some kind of special energy which put Joy in a world slightly out of phase with the one she left? Nah, balderdash! That was the "arguing" that ensued in Joy's mind several times. Oh, what the hey, she planned to hike back out there and go through the tree again, the other direction. But one thing or another kept moving up the seven-hour hiking trip. Then, Joy, upon hearing about young women making thousands of dollars a month dancing in clubs, tried it out. Her powerfully sexy body was a hit, and her impromptu "dancing career" began. The tree was completely forgotten.

Now enter spring of 1993. The farm was settled, the dancing career was ended for the most part, and everything was in order. Joy found it not to pleasant to make the bicycle commute to town. Some roads had too many cars, and other roads had too many big dogs. One or two big dogs on a route, like we had in Gainesville Florida, that's bearable. But when you get attacked every quarter mile by two or three of them at once, even with Joy's ability to outrun them, that gets to be too much. It was also this time, that our research into the possibility of an enclosed recumbent bicycle (velomobile) began. Anyway, Joy suggested to me, just for fun and laughs, we do an all day hiking trip to "The Tree".

For the trip, of course Joy was in her brief tank-top and micro-skirt. She made me dress in a skimpy bikini and loose, half-length tank-top. Her Parents seem okay with all this, even approving, especially Mom.

The many side adventures and impromptu sexual engagements and other such details of the three-and-a-half-hour hike to the tree, I will just eliminate for brevity, so we can get to the part about Spring Forest and finally, Cleo. I did end up getting "burned out" so Joy had to use my hip for gratification.

Anyway, we finally got there all right. It was a beautiful day and a fun-filled hike. But there it was. Now, even though I am about as psychic as a ham-sandwich, I immediately picked up on the chills and "lightened" feelings that abound in the acre that the huge, sprawling tree covers. Under the tree was dark, despite being just after noon time. Evidence of well worn trails were all around. Rock formations here and there appeared to be man-made. Joy said Indians still come through these woods every so often. She believes the tree may be special to them. Well, for the time being, it seemed a bit special to us, too.

"All right, Alex, let's do it!" Joy proclaimed as she began toward the tree's trunk. She hesitated with me behind her.
"Do you not remember which way you went through it?" I asked.
"I remember clearly. I'm just wondering... Hmmm... Nah, this is silly. But, oh well, since we're here... well, here goes. Now, you follow me, Alex. I don't want to loose you to some... whatever!"
"First you say it's silly. Then you take it seriously. Then you say it's silly again... which is it?" I asked, laughing.
"I know, I know. I have been returning to this tree, in my thoughts, for many years. Well, let's just do it... for laughs."

The passage through the tree's trunk was just big enough for one person. Joy went first, in a direction through the tree that is opposite the direction she took so many year ago. I followed her. As I passed through the tree, I saw bluish-white spots in my eyes and felt "up-lifting" chills, like you get when you hear really moving music. Joy emerged and then I, to the other... side. We stood, and looked around... and felt...

After a few moments of silence, I asked, "Did you get some real funny chills when moving through it?"
"Yeah, Alex, and I got intensely horny. Get your hip ready, I'm going to need it!"
"Maybe you don't need to do my hip, I got a zing too... down there..."

"Do you feel... any different? Other than horny?" Joy asked after a silence.
"Hmm... maybe..."

We moved out from under the tree. Both of us scanned the sky and the scene in general...

"Do colors seem more... slightly more vivid to you?" Joy asked.
"Yeah" I replied, looking around, "Yeah, I do... I think... Anyway, the change is subtle."

Slowly, we started the long hike home. We found a good spot and sexed each other's brains out. Joy came to six climaxes and I gushed in her twice; and that is after being burned out earlier. So, I don't know if the tree did something to us, or if it was suggestive. The rest of the hike home was punctuated by sex-stops. Joy burned me out again, and the last three sex-stops were with Joy humping on my hip. I must say, that micro-skirt of hers is practical. She does not have to do any disrobing, just jump to it when the feeling hits her.

Well, did anything change... Hmmm. The world seemed a tiny bit easier to take... somehow. A tiny, tiny bit more... compliant. Soon after we did the tree passage, a big bicycle advocacy group did a major rails-to-trails project and several independent (not along side automobile roads) bicycle trails. Soon Joy and I had routes to get to town that did away with the dog-infested areas. Bicycling became fun again. Our research into where to purchase a velomobile began to have successes.

The way we sexed and sexed and sexed that day, surely a pregnancy would develop if it ever was to. But, it did not. Joy and I brain-stormed on this one evening...
Funny, not being able to have children just does not seem to be the all-out, heavy-duty, life-or-death thing that it is to most couples, but then, we are definitely not most couples. Our approach to the problem... or, phenomenon, was more of scientific curiosity rather than this heart-rending emotionally charged issue that it is for most couples.

Joy suggested, "Okay, lets assume... Okay, okay. Now here the two of us are, as strong and healthy as anyone can get. Yet, I don't get pregnant. Lets assume, therefore, there is something... spiritual or energetic going on...
Many years ago, I went through that tree one direction. Things seemed a tad harsher, a tad less compliant, and a tad less pretty after that. So your energy and mine may have a slight... out of phase miss-match... This is just a theory now...
Now, our mistake... maybe... was for you too to go though the tree in the opposite direction with me. Maybe you shouldn't have gone through the tree at all..."
"Would I have lost you?"
"No, no... You wouldn't have lost me... Because, both times I did it, my Parents, farm and house were all there, just the same. Everything is the same. History, situations, Clinton is still President... Just that... Well, don't you think things have gone just a tad better? The days are a tad prettier? The weather is not quite as extreme in hot or cold?"
"Hmmm... Maybe..."

Well, we never did figure out what's going on, if anything. We planned another trip to the tree for me to walk back through it the other way and see if then she would get pregnant, but to this day, we have not done it yet. And... I don't think I ever want to. The change was very, very subtle, but things have been nicer... I think. Good bicycle routes, we both have velomobiles, farm is doing well, relationships well... I'm not changing anything! Don't fix what ain't broke!


And now, finally, lets touch upon Spring Forest's doings; I saved the best for last...

Three weeks after I met Joy, and the sparks that flew with Spring Forest, she did come back... Yes.
I was beginning to spend nights with Joy. Joy and I had sexed each other to sleep. Joy had just begun letting me in her, but securely condomed.
There we were, on the floor on the matt and under a sheet, sleeping away. Then a knock on the door awoke us. It was something like two-A.M. Joy, of course, called who is it, before just letting some door-knocking body in. Joy was naked at the time. As soon as she heard Spring Forest's lovely voice, Joy, neglecting putting on clothes, sprang open the door, pulled her beloved Spring Forest in from the chilly March night, and into Joy's firm, warm embrace. Spring Forest sobbed on Joy's bosom, and Joy wept tears of happiness.

Still naked, Joy helped Spring Forest bring in her things. The heavy trunk, and all three suitcases at once were all accomplished by Joy. Spring Forest gladly let her powerful friend help her this time. I receded back into the darkness of the corner, fearful if Spring Forest saw me, the sparks might start up again. But no, Spring Forest indeed seemed to have reclaimed her reasonable thought, and realized, she was the one who iced me out, and she had been huffing around anyway.

I overheard some of Spring Forest's talking with Joy. Spring Forest told a naked Joy that she was regretful over what she did just one day after. But what took three weeks is, wondering if Joy would forgive her or not. A letter from one of the pen-pals of both Joy and Spring Forest, whom I was told was a five-feet-eleven, 160-pound, very fit woman and one of "The Kin", convinced Spring Forest that Joy was ready to take Spring Forest in anytime. Also, the pen-pal said she was coming with a couple guys, of The Kin, that Spring Forest might be interested in. That helped.
By the way, Joy never did put any clothes on until she was ready to go to campus with me in the morning. Spring Forest seemed just fine with that. It was interesting, the contrast; Spring Forest was always conservatively dressed in that Chinese looking outfit, or, for sleeping, in a cuddly, long-sleeved conservative night-gown. All that while, there was big, strong Joy, without a stitch, tending to her lovable friend.

When the pen-pal and guys arrived, two weeks later, one of the guys had become too interested in the pen-pal lady, and she was in him. Anyway he was bigger than Spring Forest, which tended to turn her away. Spring Forest prefers guys her size, but of course, they are rare.

The other guy, sure enough, turned out to be no taller than Spring Forest, at about five-feet-four and 110 light pounds. But he was fit. He dressed in low-riding jeans and a white, half-length tank-top which contrasted dramatically with his dark, cocoa-brown skin. I wish I had his skin-color myself, but, whatever. His hair was neat too. His midnight-black hair was cut in a "salad-bowel" manner, similar to The Beatles" (or Moe of the Three Stooges). His hair was smooth and shiny. The outfit he wore showed his lithe and fit little physique. He had slim but muscled arms. Little triceps poked out clearly. He had golf-ball hard, and sized, biceps. His tummy was so narrow, Joy could almost get her two hands around it; which she tried only at Spring Forest's invite. He was submissive to Spring Forest, and tended to always stand behind her (sort of like I tend to do with Joy). She loved the guy, and was kind of like, proud of him.

The impressively built, somewhat amazonic pen-pal and her man stayed in a hotel for a week. When they left, the smaller guy, who was introduced as Looking Snake, stayed with Spring Forest. Later, they moved out of Joy's house, not in an argument or anything, just a simple move to their own place. In fact, Spring Forest left her matt and some of her stuff in that room in Joy's house, for they came to visit often.

Spring Forest, typically dressed. Though only 5-feet-4, she is firm and fit, weighs 130 pounds, has big, strong legs and aggressive personality, typical for her Kin type.

Whew! Sheesh! All this background stuff is boring and time consuming to write. I want to get to the juicy stuff! Spring Forest was with Joy and I for five weeks total. The latter three weeks were with Spring Forest's new guy. It is what went on during those five weeks, both before and after the presence of Looking Snake, that I wish to tell about.

Only two days went by with Spring Forest safely back in Joy's realm, when Joy asked Spring Forest, one after noon, for a favor...

We had just returned from campus and town on the tandem bicycle. I had taken a shower and was dressed in, as per Joy's command, a brief bikini with mesh rear. Since it was very cool that day, Joy "allowed" me to wear a tank-top. Joy took a shower next, and came out naked, even though it was quite cool that day. The shower room almost opens right up to Spring Forest's room. Joy stood there, big, and six-feet-one of muscles. She stretched and then blended the stretch into a muscle pose. My eyes were popping out, while Spring Forest, out of my sight, in her room, was commenting, "Oh! Wow! Impressive! But my gosh, Joy, you go around nude right in front of your boy?"
"Aw, he loves it!" Joy assured, "Besides, I dress practically naked anyway, right? You keep saying so..."
"Yes, Joy, that's for sure!"

Joy entered Spring Forest's room. I heard her call, ordering me, "Alex, come here!", which I did.

Spring Forest was on her matt on the floor, on yet an additional sitting-matt for added comfort while she apparently, studied. Joy slinked on up to Spring Forest, kneeled and settled next to her.

Spring Forest smiled at Joy and asked, "Okay, big girl, what do you want?"
"I think you know" Joy replied softly.

Spring Forest grinned a knowing smile, with a touch of impishness. She replied, "In front of the boy?"
"He'll enjoy watching" Joy assured, her voice beginning to quiver with, I guess, horniness, "Then, you can watch him sex me, or you can be sexed by him yourself. I'll make sure he has condom."
"Joy, what am I going to do with you?" Spring Forest asked, smiling and shaking her head.
"Do your fist thing. Please?" Joy begged.

Spring Forest conceded to her task. She laid her books aside and got next to Joy, "All right, big girl. Get on your hands and knees..."

In front of me, Joy assumed a position of on her hands and knees which facilitated fisting by Spring Forest.

"Excuse me, Alex", Spring Forest said to me, "I gotta take off my clothes. This gets messy and I don't want it getting on them."
Even though I met her, sort of, only once before, and been living with her for only two days now, Spring Forest blithely stripped her clothes in a completely relaxed manner, as if it were nothing. This left Spring Forest dressed in... Oh! Same as Joy, no undies! Well, okay then; that left Spring Forest naked, for the job.

First thing I noticed was Spring Forest's lithe, brown-skinned body of smallish but well pronounced muscles. Her tummy was a little wash-board of abs. Little triceps stuck out of her arms; all and all, she was very similar to her new boy friend, who would come into her life a couple weeks after this. But she had these big, hard, firm legs, that were well muscled.

More confident around them than I used to be, comforted by their relaxed, generally level-headed behaviors and attitudes, I dared ask things, such as what I asked, then...
I asked, of Spring Forest, "Joy, I understand, but how do you get such strong legs?"
"She works out" came Joy's answer, simultaneous with,
"I work out at a gym on campus" from Spring Forest, who gave me a very pretty smile as she positioned herself behind Joy. She continued, "One thing I'm doing is studying dance, including ballet. You would be surprised the leg strength ballet requires."

Boy, had Spring Forest flashed that kind of smile and responded to me, that day, like she did there, I possibly would have ended up with her... for a time. Though something tells me, that since they are friends, Joy would have eventually gotten me. Not out of a fight or anything, but Spring Forest does genuinely like men her size. Looking Snake probably would have pushed me to the back of "Spring Forest's bus". Then, I would have ended up with Joy. Both these ladies like men no bigger than themselves. So Looking Snake, who apparently is one of "the Kin", is great for Spring Forest, and I, also apparently, one of "the Kin", am good for Joy.

Anyway, dainty Spring Forest got behind Joy's muscular butt. Spring Forest, on her knees for this job, leaned on Joy with her left hand on the small of Joy's back. With her right hand, she made a special fist that concealed all her finger nails. She positioned her knuckles at the entrance of Joy's hole and began to wriggle and push in. Joy moaned long and loud.

About when half of Spring Forest's fist was in Joy, she then pulled it out. Joy begged for her to put back in. Spring Forest said, "In a minute, big gal, in a minute."

As I observed this, Spring Forest kept glancing at me. She had a most impish smile. The little 130-pound sprite had full control over her 190-pound subject!

Spring Forest cupped and otherwise stimulated Joy's big, puffed out cunt. Joy begged "Fuck me!" with a voice quivering.
"Only if you give me a ride on your tandem, and I don't have to pedal" Spring Forest wickedly demanded.
"Okay, okay! Sex me!"
Spring Forest leaned down and kissed Joy's big muscle-butt and continued messaging her cunt, then said, "All right, big lady, here it comes..."

Spring Forest reformed her special fist and positioned it at Joy's soaked hole. With much squishing and displacement of copious secretion, and Joy's loud moaning, Spring Forest wriggled and pushed her fist in. Joy's vagina opened up and slowly, Spring Forest's fist sunk in; yeah, sort of disappeared into Joy. Secretions were dripping to the floor as Spring Forest pushed, apparently, all the way in. Joy's hole swallowed Spring Forest's forearm half way or more, to her elbow. Wow! That deep! No wonder I didn't hit the "top", like I was kind of expecting, when I sexed Joy, those times before.

Joy moaned and groaned, huffed and blew and breathed heavy. She rocked her body opposite to Spring Forest's fist direction, as if in effort to get it deeper.

"I'm hittin' your cervix, Joy, take it easy!" Spring Forest advised to Joy, who was in the midst of ecstasy. She continued, "Let me pump it in and out, like probably, your guy there does when he sexes ya!"

Joy seemed to get it a little bit. Spring Forest leaned, with her left hand, on the small of Joy's back as if guiding it, while she slid her fist up and down Joy's deep vagina. Within a few seconds, Joy was wailing loudly in orgasm while fluid gushed out of her vagina. The orgasm roared through Joy, taking ten seconds before finally beginning to simmer down... Only to be followed by another episode of wailing and fluid expelling, for some five seconds.

Finally, Joy began simmering down. Wow and my goodness! I have never seen anything like that before. I was absolutely spell-bound!

Joy continued rocking her body opposite of Spring Forest's fist, eking out every last drop of sweetness out of her orgasm. She simmered down to the point, where she allowed Spring Forest to slowly, gently move her fist in and out.

Slowly, Spring Forest began pulling her fist out of Joy...
Spring Forest had to back her fist out of Joy slowly and carefully, otherwise, Joy would beg her to push it in again. Unlike a male genital, a fist and forearm does not go limp after orgasm. Apparently, too rapid an exit excites Joy again and results in having to be fisted again.

Spring Forest managed to remove her fist from Joy without further stimulation. What a mess. Spring Forest's fist was dripping wet and there was a puddle on the floor.

Spring Forest breezed past me to the bathroom to wash her hands when she commented, about me, "He's ready, Joy!"

I had a big throbbing erection after seeing all that. Joy stood up with her cunt still dripping, went in the other room and came back with a condom. Spring Forest had begun wiping up Joy's "puddle".

Joy slipped the condom on me and told Spring Forest, "That fist of yours did me good for the next... maybe half-hour. You sex him, how about it?"
"Are you sure, Joy?" Spring Forest asked, seemingly interested.

Wow! This would be unprecedented as far as anything I've ever heard about. A woman willing to share her man? Well, I heard her say it before.

Joy replied to Spring Forest, "Sure! I told you I would share him!"
"Mmmm! Okay!" Spring Forest replied with delight in her voice, "I could use that, about now!"

Joy ordered and guided me to Spring Forest's matt and made me lay on my back. Then the slim, lithe brown body of Spring Forest got over me. I felt her vagina push at my genital.

"Now listen, Alex", Joy began, "She's small and delicate. Let her do all the humping!"
"I'm not delicate, big girl! I'll show you!" Spring Forest answered assertively.

But she did end up taking it easy, at first. She's different from Joy, that's for sure. Usually, Joy sexed me on top, but she let me on top sometimes, and often, I sexed her from the rear when she was on hands and knees. Joy is a big hunk of woman, and when I sex with her, it is very obvious. But Spring Forest felt so light and dainty compared to Joy.

Joy was very watchful over her friend, that she does not get hurt. I don't think she had to worry much.

Spring Forest pushed her vagina down on me and, oooo! I felt it go in. OH! That is so... soothing... for one thing; among many other things. She humped and humped, slowly at first, going further each time. With Spring Forest, I did feel my genital "hit the top". With Joy, I can slam it in to the hilt with all my vigor and she can take everything I give, but indeed, with Spring Forest, a gentler approach was needed.

I did as told and held my position as Spring Forest humped harder. She was beginning to shove me down a bit with her down-thrusts. She held herself over me, allowing me to see her pert little breasts. Golf-ball-hard triceps stuck out of her arms. In a few minutes, she was wincing and wailing little high-pitched screams. She came a second time when I gushed. With Joy watching and rubbing her own cunt, we simmered down. Spring Forest went limp atop me, with my softening genital still in her.

Finally she rolled off of me, in the direction of Joy. Spring Forest looked up into Joy's adoring eyes, saying, "Oh! Now that was nice! Thanks, Joy!"
"Sure, Sweety" Joy cooed, while she bent down and gently kissed Spring Forest on her lips.

WOW!

Spring Forest fell asleep with Joy lovingly stroking Spring Forest's hair. Joy stood up and asked me, "You wouldn't be good for another, would ya?"
"Possibly, but you gotta give me a few minutes... Please?"
"All right, Alex. I'm gonna make supper for us, but after watching you two, I'm horny again. I might have to sex. If you're not up to it, I'll have to use your hip!"
"Yes ma'am" I sheepishly replied.

Good heavens! I think Joy could sex forever!

I would be treated to more fistings by Spring Forest into Joy, including even, after Looking Snake began living with us. I watched Looking Snake the first time those two brazen ladies went at it. He seemed not too surprised, as I was. Later, he said he fisted the big lady that brought him here, a few times. Sheesh! This "Kin type" is really something else, if that is what it is.

Now, many of you males reading this, has probably had fantasies of having two (or more) women to sex with all your own, and to watch while they do woman-on-woman stuff. But it may be quite another matter for you, to share your woman with another man. Well, that is what I had to accept. The lithe, slender, 110-pound Looking Snake put his life in Joy's 190-pound care when he sexed her, not once, but every so often. But then, I got to sex Spring Forest. Both Looking Snake and I got to watch both our ladies kiss and touch and do the fisting thing.

I quickly became okay with that. The only thing I was jealous of Looking Snake over (other than his nice, cocoa-brown skin) was his ability to fist Joy. His fist was even slightly smaller than Spring Forest's. Unfortunately, upon trying, we found out my fist is just a little too big to get into Joy comfortably. Shucks! Oh well, I have my hip! Looking Snake wanted Joy to use his hip, but both Joy and especially Spring Forest advised against it. They just were not comfortable with 190-pound, muscular Joy thrashing away as she does in orgasm, over Looking Snake's delicate 110-pound physique. That was a job for my "husky" 155 pounds. (Yes, 155; Joy's vegetable diet with meadow grass and leaves, really worked. I was at last, putting on some muscular weight.)

Joy resisted Spring Forest and Looking Snake leaving for their own place. But Spring Forest assured, she would visit often. And she did, almost every Sunday through Tuesday. Remember, on weekends, Joy and I are away for her dancing. Spring Forest even left much of her stuff behind, for the apartment they rented was furnished. Apparently Spring Forest's Parents provided funds for the rental. I don't know if Spring Forest told them about Looking Snake living with her.

Eventually, shortly after I graduated, Joy and I ourselves left for another city for Joy to do her dancing. Through out the years and into decades, Spring Forest and Looking Snake visited often, to where ever Joy was living at the time. Always, Joy sent the money to Spring Forest for travel. Spring Forest and her man could come virtually anytime.

Spring Forest and Looking Snake stayed together, without formal wedding ceremony, to this day. Of course as soon as they heard of Joy's farm, they had to visit.

At long last, that brings us up to the point where Cleo comes in. Now, a few perspectives and backgrounds from Joy herself...

I thought that skinny sex-pot would never quit writing. Well anywho, I guess it all needed to be presented. Anyway, it makes a great first half of the story, with the second half being about the big Egyptian lady!

A little background on me. Indeed, I was born, actually born on the farm in Missouri. Like me, my Mom doesn't like hospitals, Doctors, clinics and such. Fortunately, because she is so big, she had little trouble birthing me. Only a "Midwife", my Pop and another relative were there.

I was an only child.
Alex and I haven't had kids yet; I don't quite know what the hold up is, but I recon they'll come when our Spiritual Guides deem its ready. With this ascension nonsense coming up, I don't think its such a great idea to have kids anyway until well after 2012, to make sure everything is gonna be okay. We'll be in our sixties, but hell, we don't show our age now, so I'm sure we'll be up for it then.
So my Parents had one kid, and we don't have any so far. Looks like we're not big on big families.

I don't know if my Father originally wanted a son, and all that jazz, like some Chinese Farmer or other types like that here and there throughout the times and world, but he loved me just fine. Anyway, I soon proved, by gosh, I could do anything a son could, and do it with sexy flourish! I don't know either one of my Parents really wanted that last part, but, whatever.

I could help with harvest, planting, lift any heavy stuff, sometimes better than my Father when I got to be seventeen and up. I could fix tractor engines and other farm equipment.

Hey, I can't let this go by unreported; some of the stuff that happened in school, especially elementary school before I learned to control my strength...

I tended to be a loner. Girls were boring and boys were too know-it-all and like pigs. Also bossy. They assumed they could boss me around. I quickly showed them they are definitely not the boss of me.

In second grade, they kind of introduced us to the play grounds and let us have at it during breaks. I liked the merry-go-round. I'd run like crazy, get it spinning fast, jump on and ride until it almost stopped. Invariably however, other kids would show up. Whenever they saw someone making it go, they would come to sit and ride. I did not like that at first, until I discovered their weight adds inertia and makes the riding part last longer. I could get the merry-go-round going so fast, the centrifugal force would have them hanging on tight!

Kids are not the most cautious beings on Earth. In typical manner, unsafe things were done. One time, there were a lot of kids on the merry-go-round. It was a cool day, cobalt blue, clear skies and I felt invigorated. I really gave it a push. The kids were hanging on against the pull of centrifugal force. But unknown to me, some kid, a boy, had grabbed the merry-go-round just as it was accelerating. From what I heard, he was not able to get his feet in. He ended up hanging on for dear life. So there the merry-go-round was, spinning like crazy, powered by a turbo-charged me. That boy's extended body and legs were going round and around at a high rate of speed. I heard he was nearly horizontal. Some other kids approached the merry-go-round to await a chance to board it. And around came this kid's legs... KABLAM! Down they went!

I heard the ruckus and stopped the merry-go-round, dragging my feet. He got off, dizzy, and snuck off. Somehow, he had managed to hang on. And he turned out to be a boy in my class.

The injuries were minor; bumps, scrapes, minor cuts. But you know, they were crying and all, they had to be picked up by their Parents and everything.

Well, invariably, the inquisition began. The Teachers and Principal wanted to know who knocked them down. I knew who did it, but no way was I going to point him out. Fortunately for him, the kids on the merry-go-round near him did know who he was, and nobody in my class pointed him out. In my opinion, it was not his fault. If anything, it was kind of, sort of my fault. I didn't say nothin' either.

I think the school officials came to realize it was just an unfortunate occurrence. They gave out new rules on the maximum number of kids on the merry-go-round.

Now, probably all the kids knew, the one making the merry-go-round go so fast was me. I was known as "Joy The Hun", "Queen Amazon" and "Gorilla Joy". I like that last one. Anyway, eventually, many days later, I was called into the office for a talking to about my strength. There was no punishment or anything. They just wanted me to realize how unusually strong I was. They apparently sent a letter to my Parents, because they told me I gotta throttle back some, too.

Anywho, I learned to go easy. High school was interesting... sort of. I continued to be a loner except for a couple close girl friends. One was dainty and the other slim and delicate. I think, among other things, they felt safe with me. I was six feet tall, and was 180 pounds of muscle. I was stronger or as strong as most of the guys. Sometimes, the girl friends of those two would join us for this and that outing. Again, I think the main reason they put up with an aggressive, extreme-dressing, no-undies-wearing, man-sized wonder as me, is for protection.

In gym class, I was in a "class" all my own. I beat most guys for all the performance statistics. Push-ups, pull-ups, sit-ups and weight-lifting were all at "moderate-jock-guy" level.

Okay, enough of that. Now lets see... Oh yes, how I ended up in Gainesville where I met Alex.
Okay, yes, Alex mentioned how I noticed that women who danced in night-clubs stripping and all, made bocou amounts of money. Well, I wanted in on that. For one thing, I wanted to buy a weight-lifting station and a very expensive bicycle. And a canoe. I didn't care for cars, or, I just didn't think of that.

It was shortly after high-school was done. I was eighteen. I told my Parents I had found a "night-job". Little did they know I was stripping. Oh boy. Well, whatever.

The way I normally dressed, I was almost stripped, anyway. I always wore as short of a skirt as allowed. I pushed the edge. I loved being naked, and went naked on the farm every chance I got. Clothes bother me, especially anything that fits snug on my crotch. I always avoided underwear. I wore bikinis on the farm for a while, but I quickly gave up that. They pressed my cunt and made me horny. The skirts were and are, refreshing, as long as no underwear is worn. I am comfortable in the tiny skirts and they don't stimulate me. And no way am I going to wear shorts, jeans, or any kind of pants at all.

For stripping, the clubs wanted me to start from "fully-dressed", not from my micro-skirt and tank-top. Fortunately, they provided the clothes, the "costume" as far as I am concerned; I would never wear that stuff. I guess that made for a better show.

In other cases, I was to dance either naked, or in a string bikini the whole time. Again, the bikinis made me horny, but, for the show, I guess that's a good thing. I much better like the clubs that let me dance, and in some places, serve, you know, like a waitress, fully naked.

I felt like I had control over those men. I felt like I could lead them over a cliff or something.

Many of the other Dancers also sneaked around and did prostitution. YUCK! No way in hell was I ever going to let one of those apes or pigs dirty my gorgeous body. I was extremely thankful to God for my special body, and I was NOT going to let them muck it up.
Now of course, there is the special case that blabber-mouth Alex mentioned above, but only once and never again. And for that once, I laid down the law, and by cracky, made it stick!
Then of course, some Dancers did alcohol or worse, drugs. No, no, NO, NO,
NO!!!
No gol-dang way am I EVER going to let that kind of shit into me. FORGET IT!!!

Well, with that settled; and I made sure any club I worked for knew it up front. If they did not accept it, I found another club! Shit that crap, man!
Well anyway, with that settled, I just sort of... became an erotic Dancer for the next few decades.

Well, so, of course, the first place I did it was just outside the small town close to our farm. These places often tend to be outside of city or town limits.
Well, the first thing I learned, was the "jaded factor". It is essentially when the clientele, you know, those men, and later I noticed, in some clubs, a surprising number of women, become "used to" or sort of like, bored with the same Dancer or server. At that, I lasted longer than most. I tend to be steady anyway. Many Dancers just left themselves. But the club wants "new faces" to constantly keep coming in.
After two years of amazing amounts of money, I was very politely advised, that I should move on to bigger cities and clubs. I was advised in this manner three times before inexperienced me picked up on the hints that said, without words, "you are jaded out, its time to leave."

They like to keep it polite and helpful. When they "urged" me on, they gave me several clubs in quite a number of cities I could go to next. The thing is, after a couple years, a Dancer can come back. Then she will be "fresh" again. The clientele slowly turns over every few years. So, the reason they keep it polite, is to not anger a Dancer so that she may, indeed, come back later. I guess that was the reason. Or maybe they were just nice. But something tells me that is not the only reason.

So, at twenty years old, I left home the first time. Where ever I went, I made sure to take: Some basic dumbbells for continued weight training, my prize bicycle, my Bulava brand AC-DC tube-type radio and the usual clothes. I needed only one suitcase for that. Several sets of teensy skirts and skimpy tank tops will fit into one suitcase. I had a limited selection of warmer clothes, jackets and stuff for when cold weather absolutely forced me into more clothes.

First city I went to was Chicago. After that, Cleveland. Then Baltimore. Those three lasted a little less to a little more than two years each. Within each of those cities, I did two or three clubs.

My first time in a big city was fun, but very, very restrictive. At first I stayed in high-rise apartments. But since I made a lot of money, I found I could, and for me, I had to, rent some kind of house, so I would at least have a yard. It was difficult finding the balance. I did not want to squander my money on renting houses when I had a perfectly good farm waiting for me back home. But I could not stand living close to neighbors. I couldn't go around naked anymore. Many did not even take to my skimpy clothes. "Because of the children". "Because of the children". "Because of the children". Sheesh! I get so tired of that. Children are cool with it. It does not effect them in any way. They don't even notice my clothes. Thank goodness however, that was the seventies. Now, in the paranoid 2000s, it's hundreds of times worse. I'm glad I'm not dancing now, or, at least, not to the extent where travel is required.
So... where was I... Oh yeah; So I ended up renting pretty expensive houses that had large yards or were somewhat into the country, as much as I could get without becoming a commuting hassle.

I was forced into using an automobile. Using the bicycle in some of these places is dangerous. There are no adequate bicycle routes. Besides, I am going to questionable places at night, and coming home in the wee morning hours. Now, I am six-feet-one tall and 190 pounds, as big and strong as a man that size. But still, even a man can be held up at knife or gun -point, ganged up on, or sneaked up on. These places at such times of night is no place for a bicycle, unless you are made of titanium.

I ended up usually long-term renting, or leasing, an automobile. There was no escape. Later, Alex used his car and drove me around. Anyway, now that means I had to start weight lifting for my legs. I had to purchase a small, easy-to-move bench that had all the leg weight-lifting attachments. For without the freedom to use my bicycle, my gorgeous legs would atrophy. Now I had to exercise them.

So, blah, blah, blah, blah! So many considerations! Cities are a big head-ache and pain in the rear.

One thing about it though, I noticed, is that, even in big cities known for their traffic, I did not have nearly the traffic problems of most people. In many cases, clubs themselves are located in the country. Then all I had to do is find a house in the same area outside of town as the club. Then commuting was a breeze. But even when the club is in the downtown, the traffic was light when going, and non-existent when returning home. I usually was to get to the club between nine and ten in the evening. That avoided the heavy traffic. I returned home two, three and four in the morning. That completely avoided the traffic!

By mid seventies, I had managed to form a network of sorts, of women similar to me. I met them two ways. Some where sister Dancers. They were the robust ones, like me. The biggest I met was six-feet-even, an inch less than me, and 175 pounds. She was ruggedly built, and danced in a high energy manner. She was like me in all attitudes; no prostitution, no drugs, no alcohol. They tended to shy away from cars and preferred walking or cycling. They also did not like men to be bigger than them.
The other source, were from the clientele, in those places that have women watching too. Now those were "normal" sized women but very, very fit, and as strong as a man who is their size. Again, they had the same attitudes as me and the robust Dancers. I met one or two who were spiritualists and perhaps Wiccan. They are the ones that introduced me to this "kin-type" phenomenon.

Anyway, due to this ever spreading network of similar "Kin types", I was eventually informed about Gainesville, Florida. A sister Dancer, a Latin gal that stood five-feet-eleven at 170 fit, robust pounds with absolutely beautiful cocoa-brown skin, was renting that little stone house that turned out to be only two-tenths of a mile from Alex.

The Latin gal, Yvonne, introduced me to the club outside of Gainesville where "fair" money, in her words, could be made. And of course, she led me to that absolutely charming little house in the meadow.

It was with ecstatic, supreme pleasure, that I traded the higher incomes of the bigger cities for the smaller income of this new-found place and this charmer of a house. Besides, I had accumulated considerable amounts of money in savings and investment accounts, and did not mind at all, making less money. It was still in the high tens of thousands per year. Besides, the rent on that old stone house was literally, a tiny fraction of those places in the city. OH! It was perfect. Now I could go naked again and breath again!

Oh, and let me add this juicy bit of info... I was able to handle the rent entirely on my own for even the more expensive houses I rented. But from time to time, a sister Dancer would rent with me. Most of the time, they were... more or less, "normal" types. You know, into main-stream society, likes the clothes, the cars, the big-ape men. They always moved in fancy furniture. When I rented a house by myself, I just plopped my matt, radio, weight stuff and so on in a corner and that was it. The rest of the house was like an echoing cave. But these "main stream" Dancers would buy a bunch of furniture. When they left, many took most of it. Sometimes however, they leave an item or two and ask me, "It's too old. You want it?" To which of course, I would always say "yes". My heavens! Such a waste and so picky. One even left an entire set! Sofas, easy chairs, a big TV and a fancy bed. She asked, "It's all run down and shabby. I'm leaving it here. You can keep it or dispose of it, whatever."
Good grief! Well, I had a moving company move the whole kit and caboodle to my Parents' home. They stored it. Now, that very furniture furnishes Alex's and my present-day farm-house!
Well anyway... Where was I, Oh... Now, even if stuck in a neighborhood, I would go naked at least in the house. What surprised me is, the "main-stream" types of Dancer thought I was weird, or odd. But...
When I co-rented with one of those robust sister Dancers, they went naked too! Indeed, it was beginning to look like, I am dealing with a definite "kin-type".
Anyway, as soon as I went naked in front of Yvonne, she wasted no time in stripping to naked too! She said she was wearing clothes only for me! Hah! Imagine that! Before I came, she went naked all the time, when home. And guys, she had one hell of an awesome, black-ass bush! I mean, it covered her cunt. She almost didn't have to wear a bikini to be legal!

I discovered Gainesville has nice bicycle conditions. The only bad part was getting from the country to Gainesville. But that turned out not bad either. The highway had good visibility and not many cars. The only roaches in the ointment were two shit-head big dogs and a slew of smaller ones. The smaller ones were of no concern. I could easily out run the two big ones. The road was straight, uninterrupted, no stop signs or cross streets that force slowing down. So, when the dogs appeared, I just gave my eager legs the juice, and I left them behind, eating my dust!

However, I still could not use the bicycle for going to the club. For only three days a week, I had to rent a car and stay in a hotel located a few miles from the club. There were closer hotels, but I wanted some distance between me and the club. The hotel was also located on a major highway, interstate 75, which meant it had mostly tourist types, a generally nice kind of folk to be around. I worked Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights.

I went to Gainesville on the bicycle mostly for groceries and fun. I sort of liked just hanging around the college campus. Besides, later, that's where I accompanied Spring Forest, then later, Alex, later still, both.

Big Yvonne rented the house with me for a month before she moved on to another state and city. But not before she introduced me to the adorable Spring Forest.

It turned out, Spring Forest came to watch Yvonne dance, privately, in her house! For pay! I began dancing for her too. When Yvonne moved out, leaving me completely private, Spring Forest offered to pay me to dance. I told her, she does not have to pay, and please come and live with me. Which she most happily did.

Spring Forest turned out to be adventuresome, pioneering and had an aggressive personality. The little sprite was all over me at nights. It wasn't long before we were spending a lot of time feeling and holding each other. Whenever I started feeling like a lesbian, I rejected the thought and tossed it out. Spring Forest was so cotton pickin' sweet! I could not help myself! Then of course, there was that hot day that Spring Forest herself was skimpily dressed to stay cool, that we discovered... her pleasure-bringing fist... Ehem! That was already described nicely by Alex, quoting me, above.

Unfortunately, in those earlier days, she was always getting upset over something. And she suspected me, sometimes, of drawing men away from her. She was a little mixed up those days. Anywho, that brings us up to where Alex came bungling, shy and timid, into my life, and my waiting, strong, protecting arms.
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