Joy and Cleo - Account part 5
Most days' morning, I generally stir at around seven to 7:30... to sex and or sexually molest Alex. This morning, no different. I woke him up, got him goin' with my bod, and sexed with him. After he was spent, I humped on his lean little hip for another orgasm. I was about to go for yet another orgasm when I heard a noise...
Quickly, I slipped on my usual skimpy tank-top and micro-skirt. I left Alex to clean off my nectar from his hip, and went out of our bedroom, being sure to close the door behind me. And who do I see in my kitchen, but the jolly brown giantess! I almost forgot she was here. The entirety of her huge brown physique was unclothed.
"Good morning, blondie!" Cleo boomed in that hefty voice of hers, "I was just making breakfast for myself. I don't want to disturb ya! Sounded like you guys were having fun in there!"
"Oh yeah, that..." I giggled.
"Woke me up, actually", she continued, "Makes a darn good alarm clock! My clock is at home, so there was nothin' to wake me up. Anyway, I gotta get going and, well, continue work on your house there!"
As the huge, brown leviathan approached me, her huge boobs bouncing only a bit, I said, "Actually, it's Spring Forest's house, but I am overseeing it."
Cleo came on up to me and literally swallowed me into her bosom. Once again, I was wrapped by huge, muscular arms, pressed against a heaving breast. Because of our height-difference, my neck generally ends up between her boobs, with them resting and elevated a bit, on my shoulders.
It felt good in there, in her embrace... I have to admit. I just let her do it, as long as she wanted. Softly, Cleo said to me, "I'll try to do an extra, extra good job for your little Spring Forest." Then I felt her squeeze on me increase. Wow, she had me in there tight. I wonder what tiny percentage of her strength she was applying on me, in that hug. If Cleo wanted, I think she could easily crush the rib-cage of somebody... my size or smaller. Good heavens, she's powerful!
After a bit, I felt her squeeze loosen. I assumed she was about to "release" me. My cunt was throbbing. I had another orgasm coming in there while I was humping Alex's hip, and now this was making it worse. I actually desired Cleo's touch...
"Cleo", I said, my voice muffled by her bosom, "Can you, like... uh... um..."
"What is it, sweety?" Cleo gently encouraged, "You can ask me anything."
"Well, um..."... I've never stuttered like that before... "Um... could you, like... use your hands and fingers and stuff, and like... bring me to orgasm?"
I felt her squeeze tighten, and she replied, "Of course, you blond sugar! Let me get my briefcase..."
Cleo released me from her embrace and went into Spring Forest's room. She came out with her briefcase. She beckoned me, "Come over here, sweety..."
Cleo led me to the sofa and sat down, kind of slouched like. She gently pulled me down, and had me sit, with my back against her, in her lap, with my neck between her boobs. Her huge arms hugged me, and repositioned me where she wanted. The top of my head was right at her face, and it got a lot of her kisses.
"Spread your pretty legs over mine, like this..." Cleo instructed.
Drawing her gigantic legs together, I spread my legs over hers, straddling them.
"Do ya want me to take my skirt off?" I asked in a trembling voice.
"This thing?" Cleo asked, with a soft laugh, "Nah, its not in the way at all!"
Cleo reached over to her briefcase, opened it and, yep, pulled out a thin latex glove. Her ungloved hand diddled my tits. She just sort of pushed my tank-top to one side. It was so skimpy, there's no need to strip. Her gloved hand went for my crotch and began it's magic. OOOHHH GOSH! It felt SO GOOD! I closed my eyes and just completely gave myself to Cleo to manipulate me anyway she wanted.
Well, it wasn't long before I was screaming and yelling my head off from the ecstasy of orgasm. Good heavens, it felt good! It was extra, extra powerful, fast and blasting. It had me writhing and convulsing, but Cleo held me firm while I went through it. Quickly, too quick actually, I was past the most powerful part of it and simmering down. Through blurry eyes, I saw that Alex had come out of our bedroom.
"Wow!" Alex commented, "Can I do that? For her? Can you like, teach me?"
"I don't know" Cleo began, "She's a big hunk of woman! She was givin' me a beatin'! She would have pulverized you!"
"But gosh, we sex all the time, and she doesn't beat me up... get's a little rough sometimes... But I can take it!"
That Alex is so dam sweet, I can't stand it sometimes. Had I not been just coming down from an orgasm, I woulda sexually molested him right there.
In a huffy voice, I managed to say, "Its cause I'm in the lap of this giant, I just let myself go..." I took some breaths then continued, "Also, when I'm over you, humping on your genital or hip, I control myself a little better, and I hold on to the mattress, or ground... whatever we're on at the time; that keeps my arms under control..."
Cleo added, "And, I don't know why, but when I do a gal like this, they get to really thrashing around. Most ladies, no matter. But this big hunk... or should I say, hunkess; she's got some serious muscles! I feel like I've been beaten up! My heavens!"
Also, I didn't want to say it to Alex at the time, but somehow, Cleo's... should I say, "fingering" or perhaps, "thumbing" of me, produced one hell of a powerful orgasm. It was fast, furious and hard, causing me to loose all control. Orgasms I get from Alex are gentler, and last longer. Although, I must say, Spring Forest's fist brings me to a rather furious orgasm as well.
Alex can read this now, I suppose, but this came after explanations were made, both by me and Cleo. He's cool about it, anyway. In fact, he even says the variety is good. And that is a typical "The Kin" thing to say. So Alex is indeed, finding his long-lost spiritual roots. In addition, something you all might need to be aware of, those of us of "The Kin", that are still... close, shall we say, to the way we were on that... other planet... We even have the attitude that goes, "I don't want my lover to get stale or bored with sexing with me. So I gladly let him/her sex with others...", again, for variety. But I reiterate, (how 'bout that "Webster") Alex is my "special lover", or that is, the one I am unofficially, sort of like, married to. And finally, Cleo added the following...
Cleo explained, "I would have a hard time teaching you, sweety. As a gal, I know where all the sensitive spots are. Not to mention, I've done this before, many times. Just... not with such a big, strong honker! Gosh! She's a lap-full!"
Quite frankly, I wish Cleo wouldn't call Alex "sweety"... Oh well, that's that stupid jealousy again. I would have further struggles with that, later on. It just was taking me a long time to realize, I'm not the strongest woman on Earth... I guess I thought I was!
However, I must say, the way Cleo talks, it appears that I am the biggest and strongest woman, other than herself, she has ever encountered... Well, that's good, anyway.
At last, I had recovered enough to slide off of Cleo's warm, inviting lap. I wiped a lot of secretions from my crotch while Cleo wiped herself off.
As she began to get up, I asked her, "Do ya... want me to, like, fist ya?" I looked at Alex in a wry manner and commented, "I'm sure Alex there would love to watch! The little perv!"
He was grinning and giggling. Cleo smiled and took me in her bosom again, saying, "You precious sugar! Well, believe it or not, I really must decline and hurry to my work, because, you see, my guy, my worker or helper that is, is gonna get to the construction site, you know, Spring Forest's house, and he'll need me to tell him what to do, and on and on. But, could you come to me just after one? I take lunch about that time, and I could sure use your fist then! Alex can come too, to watch!"
Cleo laughed a bit at that, and smiled at Alex, who giggled. I said, "Sure!"
And of course, it was Alex that asked Cleo, "Are you going there nude?"
"Oh!" Cleo uttered, glancing down at herself, "Goin' naked is so comfortable and natural to me, I forgot. Well... I could just wear the clothes I did yesterday. They're dirty, but I'll get any clothes dirty anyway... Wait, maybe I just go there naked, to hell with clothes..."
"What about the other workers?" Alex innocently asked.
"There's only one, and he knows of my unusual ways. Spring Forest's house is way off the road, kinda hidden back there, and there's no neighbors at all. Nah, I'll just go all day naked!"
And that is indeed what that monster Cleo did. All six-feet-eight, possibly 300 pounds of her, got in her truck, to go the short ways to Spring Forest's house under construction, buck-ass naked!
Well, we had farmin' to do. Alex had already recovered from sexing me, and I was okay. After a simple breakfast, Alex went to his duties in the field, and I continued on a repair job on a piece of farm machinery from yesterday.
And sure enough, at about one-ish, Alex came back and, quite assuredly, reminded me of my "appointment" with Cleo. We hiked, together, to Spring Forest's house. Alex was wearing a bikini with mesh back. Every once in a while, a car will pass by on that little-used road. Wouldn't you know it, this day, a car full of loud-mouthed bitches had to pass, and they spared no energy in seeing to it, they hooted and carried on about Alex. One yelled at me to molest him. Sheesh. I get hooted at by men all the time. I guess I know why. But when a bunch of bitches does it to my Alex... Well, let's just say, that is something I just don't need. Well, we got to the house under construction, and, sure enough, found a big, brown naked Cleo, dusted some with sakrete, waiting for us.
"It's about time you guys get here!" Cleo boomed.
The other block layer was under a tree eating lunch. Cleo took us on a hike down the same trail I took her yesterday. At the same location, due to that convenient "laying-down-tree" that Cleo leans on, I put my fist in her big, slobbering hole with Alex looking on.
After bringing Cleo to two consecutive screaming orgasms, Alex had a hardy that stuck to the heavens. Needless to say, my cunt devoured her meal with relish; I humped his hard little ass good! Cleo watched it all, of course.
Cleo wanted me to do it certain ways. She wanted me to stick my hand into his crotch from behind and sort of "lift" him, ramming his dick forcefully, into me. But gees, I haven't that much arm strength. Cleo is wanting me to lift 170 pounds with basically, one hand...
I kinda think, Cleo could do it... if she, like, humped my Alex. But that was not going to happen for some time!
I brought Alex to a couple orgasms where he gushed in me, then I pushed him onto the ground and humped his skinny sexy hip for a couple more of my own orgasms. With him spent, I had to turn my attention, once again, to Cleo who wanted another fisting; she had grown aroused again from watching.
So, that was lunch time, that day.
At this point, I'll briefly turn the story over to Alex, to see what he thought of the jolly brown giant so far...
WOW! GOOD HEAVENS A-MIGHTY! That's got to be the absolute biggest muscle babe I've ever seen!!!
And man! Can she ever handle Joy! That's one gal that has no need to fear her, that's for sure!...
Okay, okay! Enough already! You still have to fear me! Particularly fear me wearing out your hard little butt! Sheesh!
Well anyway, "gulp!" let us see, just what Cleo thinks of this, or us, so far. Well, here goes, we now turn the story over to Cleo, a little while...
Man, like, I've never written before. I practically had to dictate this to Alex who then transcribed it. I wanted to sit that pretty boy on my lap while he did it, but "J-J"; for "Jealous Joy", that's what I began calling Joy later on; Jealous-Joy wouldn't hear of it. I fear she might beat me up if I mess with her sweety too much! Well, that's okay. With him on my lap, I get so intensely horny, I can't even talk. So, I just sat near him... with a watchful Joy in the room with us! Anyway, we had to use that skinny little sex-pot to transcribe my story. I spell so bad, that the spell-checker is useless. It keeps reporting "no suggestions". Man!
Like, I didn't ever get the best education ever, bein' raised as an Indian. I still don't know if I'm an Indian. I think I look more Egyptian... but, I think that's just a look I have sort of like, cultured, all my life. Sweet Joy mentioned it before, I have a stereo-typical Cleopatra-ish look... and it's no accident. I keep my straight black hair cut short and with bangs, to go with, well, my own personal stereo-typical idea of a Cleopatra look. I have the naturally dark brown skin of a southern Egyptian, or perhaps, a "Nubian"... just look that up; I think its an Egyptian race of some type. And I keep my naturally ample lips ruby red, even when I'm just doin' block or brick laying.
Alex did up a nice picture of me, below... How 'bout that pyramid background? That really completes the look. And, and, Alex put in another little thingy; hold your mouse cursor over the picture, and look what it says...
That's right! Come 'ere for a red-hot kiss!... Oh, desert-hot; oh well. Both Joy and Alex! Come 'ere for a desert-hot kiss! Mmmm! They're both sweet-cakes!
And yes, let me clear the air, once and for all. Above, Joy amply describes my preference for women. That is true. But I indeed, never made an "official" claim or "proclamation", that I am lesbian. It just sorta happened. I think, if you read Joy's account, much earlier, she too said, that women came to her, because they felt "safe", and "protected". Well, that's what they came to me for. And then, well, it just progressed from there.
Joy's been fisted, she knows personally how good that feels when done right; by another woman, and I have been fisted by women. I wouldn't let a man do it. Looks unsanitary, you know, a big hairy fist inside my private part, it just don't sit right with me. And he don't know what he's doin'.
Anyway, I always say, I like, or perhaps, prefer, women, because they smell good, look good, and are generally well mannered and considerate. But...
So is Alex!
Joy appears to have a jealousy problem over me bein' bigger than her. I wish she could get over it. I can't so much as complement Alex without getting a guardian stare from J-J. She freely lets Alex sex with Spring Forest, without so much as a trace of jealousy. Why can't she be that way for me?
Oooo, I'd love for sweet Alex to, at least, try to get his dick past, even, just my labias; cunt-lips, that is. Finally, I got Joy to at least let me watch, when Alex sexes her. His genital fits her just right, and he slams it in good, too. OOHHH! I'd love to have him do that in me. He's skinny but all muscle. Don't underestimate him. And he's just so sweet and... pretty! But, at that point, (my first few days with them), I couldn't so much as kiss him... and I wanted to, real bad. I also wanted to feel him up, especially his scrumptious crotch and hard little butt.
So yes, I will admit, I am definitely attracted to Alex. He and Joy are almost the same size and strength, with Joy being stronger than Alex, mostly in her gorgeous legs and well sculpted butt. She's got to be stronger. Both she and Alex have hard, shapely butts, however, Joy's is obviously bigger with a lot more muscle. So are her legs.
Okay, okay. So there you go. I am, unofficially, lesbian, and I find Alex... attractive... at least, interesting.
So, enough of that. Remember, I'm dictating this, and Joy is in the room with us. If I say more stuff about Alex, Joy's gonna beat my ass! And I think she could do it, too, despite my bein' bigger. I don't fight. I'm generally peaceful and calm. But that Joy, man! She's a fire-cracker! Don't get her mad!
Well, let's just go over a bit of my history and background... that's what Joy did for herself earlier in this story...
I was raised in the midst of the mountains of Montana... Alex helped me with that sentence... From time to time, he will interpret my speech into something a little more... something like, literary sounding. Well anyway...
So I was raised in a remote wilderness of Montana, with snow-capped peaks all around, and lots of steep hills. I don't remember a thing of before I was six-and-a-half years old. Almost, my first memory, is indeed, those gol-dang "star-people"... or, grays, that is, for you non-Indians.
Stuff that happened before I was six, all comes from what my, apparently adoptive, Parents told me. You know these stereo-typical things where, a baby is found on the front porch of someone's house in the morning? That is just about what happened to me, but with a Montana-twist: I was placed just inside the kitchen, whose door (our back-door) had a broken lock. My Parents say, they came out one morning to see a half-dead baby in their kitchen. Who ever placed me there, did so, apparently, due to Montana's brutal weather. It can get below zero, anytime between October and April. Of course, that would have frozen any baby. My Parent's woulda found a "frozen dainty" on their front porch, had that mysterious "stork" not put me in their kitchen.
Seeing I had black, straight hair and dark skin, my Parents must have assumed I was an Indian baby. Unable to afford regular Doctors or clinic visits, my Parents took, what they said was a dying baby, to a nearby rez (Indian reservation) for treatment from, what I guess you non-Indians would call a "witch doctor" or, oh yeah; that's Africa... you all would call him, a "medicine-man". Actually, he's more properly referred to as a Shaman.
Anyway, however they did it, he brought me back from the brink of death. The rez folks kept me for a while for observation and continuing "support-treatments", nourishment and such. Later, I returned to the Montana wilderness with my Parents, more or less, healed.
They estimated my age to be nine months at the time. The Shaman was actually able to go out of body, and determine when my spirit came to Earth to occupy the fetus which would become me. The Shaman says spirits enter the fetus at varying times, but usually, it is around the third month of pregnancy. So, his best guess of my birth date is around end of March to beginning of April. They settled on April 1, and of course, that was in 1952. That makes me just a few days older than Alex, and a few months younger than Joy. That also makes me a "Taurus", for you astrology buffs.
My Parents said, after that, it was visit after visit after visit to the rez to see the Shaman. They said I was sickly, or, sick a lot. I wasn't growing good, and wouldn't eat.
I asked my Parents, didn't the Shaman determine what was causing the sickliness? They said that the Shaman said a number of spirits were trying to occupy my body. Some were not of this Earth, meaning, they do not regularly incarnate on Earth. Their "school-house", a term Shamans like to use in referring to planets used for incarnations of souls in their evolvement, was another planet. Hmmm...
My Parents said the Shaman went out of his body to see which spirit was the "principal incarnater", I guess you might say. But he reported he could not make the determination. The Shaman also said that some kind of guide told him, that later, the "mess" would be corrected.
My Parents continued to struggle with a sickly child, while their own two kids, just about my age, were growing normal and strong, ate well and almost never got sick. When they did get sick, it was just little stuff, like colds or something. My Mother said she cried when she saw my adoptive brother and sister take off into the woods, running and jumping with great vigor, while I laid on a bed or sofa, wheezing and having fits of coughing.
I wonder sometimes, if my Parents ever regretted being burdened with this "extra" child, not of their "making".
At the time of the remark I made of my Mother crying about me, I had just turned six. My adoptive sister was seven, and brother, five. My sister led my brother into adventures in the woods. She wanted to take me too, but I couldn't go.
My Father would sometimes take my sister and brother into the Montana forest and field, to learn to identify medicinal herbs, an important item for Indians to know, especially, traditionally. They had an excellent subject for their herbs; me.
Every so often, I would crawl out of bed, and in a lethargic manner, make a feeble attempt at playing outside. My Mother told my sister to accompany me, to help me back to the house should I give out or faint, and just generally, to help me walk. I stumbled often.
At that time, I could not stand the sun. It had to be overcast, cloudy or evening. Moon lit nights seem to attract me.
I liked privacy. Especially for the moon-lit nights. I would slip out unnoticed by sister or Mother. But I knew better than to go far. On moon-lit nights, I just sat in the grass, not far at all from the house. This was eventually discovered by my Parents. At first they advised me not to go out without my sister, but my insistence on being alone and promise that I don't go anywhere finally convinced them to let me go out by my self. But that permission did not last long...
One night, my Parents said I had been out there just a little too long for their comfort, so Dad went out to retrieve me. He said he encountered me just as I was running, or trying to, in a series of spurts then wheezing for breath, to the house. I was excited to tell them what I had just seen.
My Father carried me in, and then, from upon his lap, related in so many wheezing, weak breaths what I saw. My Mother, sister and brother were wide-eyed...
As soon as I described the short, grayish or light-bluish beings with large black eyes, no nose or little sign of a nose, and small, expressionless, lipless mouth, he blurted out, "Star People!".
Right after that, I slipped off my Father's lap and said to my Mother, "I'm hungry!", which delighted her to no end. She said she watched in delight, as I devoured a meal that I only nibbled at earlier. She had to reheat it. Many such meals for me, ended up as fertilizer for our vegetable garden... or maybe, farm. I guess we were "subsistence farmers".
Since not all star people are nice, and they didn't know if these particular ones were nice, they didn't let me out at night again for a long time. But soon, they had little say on where I would go...
My Mother said I was hungry again just before bed time, even after that meal. That delighted her as well, and gladly broke her rule of "no eating before bed". My brother and sister, naturally, wanted "equal rights" to break that rule.
My Parents said, that after that, I became a food-"vacuum cleaner". I'd eat anything. And, I started growing... and growing, and growing, as if to make up for lost time. By the time I was seven, I was bigger than my then eight years old sister, and already was leading them (my sister and brother) into "adventures" in the woods.
Also, by the time I was seven, I had not been sick at all. No more coughing, fevers, or other pesky this and that which had been bothering me for so many years. Delighted, but curious as to what was going on, my Parents took me to the rez and the Shaman again, not for any treatments, but just for a "spirit examination".
For once I was not sick or half unconscious. I was completely alert, wide-eyed, and curious about the reservation and Shaman.
We were led to the quieter, darker areas of the "treatment" center (a building, not a teepee; just thought you non-Indians might be curious) and to a room where we sat on matts. With the Shaman, myself, my Parents and a drummer, we all sat on matts on the floor and got comfortable. And yes, some fellow with an about 15-inch double-sided drum, you know, the cow-skin, deer-skin, buffalo-skin or whatever skin it was on both ends of a wooden frame, began a monotonous, constant beat. The Shaman, with his words, led us into another world...
I am not sure when it began, but at some point, I found myself walking down a street of some city... and with someone that, at the time looked different but, I somehow knew he was the Shaman. I felt I knew the city.
I led him as one would lead and show a stranger around your town. And, and... that's not all... The face and head of the fellow with me, who was the Shaman, and myself and everybody else seen, all had these... faces or something that looked like, well, sort of like, half-moonish, or, no, no... Like a tiki... Nah, not that either... well, I don't know, but upon coming out of the... trance or hypnosis, I guess it was, they struck me as something totally alien!
Sound familiar!?
Okay, back to Cleo...
So there I was, in this world, showing the Shaman around. Everybody was slender, fit and scantly clothed or naked. Now, they were slender, except for, almost grotesquely, over-developed legs and butt. Man or woman, all had these hard, muscular butts and thunderous legs that carried around these little, delicately built upper bodies. Their waists were absolutely wasp-like, and their arms long and slender, with little visible muscle.
Many of their buildings were tall and cylindrical, and scattered among green grass park-like areas with many trees. Their cars were small, and I somehow got, were pedaled, if you can believe that... OH! JOY! Like your velomobiles out there!
Again, sound familiar!?
Okay, we return to confirmed member of "The Kin", Cleo...
I guess, with big, powerful legs and butt like that, and just a little skinny upper body to carry around, one could go like lightning on a bicycle... or velomobile! Huh!
Well anyway, this continued for a while, then the next thing I knew, I was slumped back on my matt with my back against the wall, and the Shaman was bringing us out of it.
After we were all awake and alert, the Shaman took us outside where the cool, dry breeze and cobalt blue skies spotted with drifting white clouds would "ground" us and get us completely alert.
The Shaman made his "report" or "diagnosis" of the situation. He said, that apparently, with the help of the Star People, the multiple-spirit occupation of my body, that "mess", was indeed cleared. The single soul allowed in and integrated into the body, was one experienced with physical incarnations, but "new to Earth"... in other words, I have incarnated many times before, but, on another planet! This is my first time incarnating on Earth! Okay, now how about that?
How about that, indeed! Yes. Alex, Cleo and I buzzed about that for a while, and I briefly introduced Cleo to the fact that, none other than Spring Forest, had hypnotized us all, and we all saw much like what Cleo saw.
Well, after some gab, gab, gabbing about that, Cleo continued...
Well, needless to say, the trip home from the rez was constant yaking about what the Shaman said about me. As our aged car struggled up some of the Montana mountain passes, my Father commented, jokingly, "We need those powerful legs and a pedaled car right now!".
For some time, my sister and brother called me, in good-natured humor, "space-woman", "space-girl" or even, "Martian", even though it was not Mars... at least I don't think it was, that I saw in the trance. I know there are some folks now, that believe Mars may have once had oceans, land, forests and human civilization. But Mars has been barren for millions of years, and the Shaman indicated my many "other worldly" incarnations lead up to times that are fairly recent, like within a few thousand years. Also, I kept reminding them, it is my soul that comes from another world, not my body. Oh well.
But in later years, and only a few years, they were calling me "Ma-am", or just, giant. I grew like the hell. And I ate like a horse. I became immensely muscular. No clothes would fit, especially around my legs, due to the heavy musculature. Any kind of pants or jeans were out of the question. I could only wear "fat woman's dresses", with the waist taken in by my Mother to fit, well, my lean, fit waist. I didn't like them. I could wear tank-tops for men, but my Mother didn't like that. They didn't fit around my boobs right. And they were getting big, mostly due to my chest muscles. I wanted to wear a bikini, but Mother would not hear of it.
By the time I was ten, I was as tall as my Father and, actually, heavier and stronger. This made me the strongest person in the house. Well of course that meant different kinds of work for me. No more indoors "woman" work.
After some disagreement between my Mother and Father, and with me more or less, agreeing with my Father, I began to do really heavy work.
I was taught hunting. In that Montana wilderness, we actually could hunt for food, just like a long time ago. I helped carry home the deer or elk that we bagged. You know, that pole thingy, with the animal hanging from it? That's what I carried one end of.
My Father taught me the rifle. But I preferred the bow and arrow. I liked that traditional method. My muscles allowed me to use a heavy poundage bow, and, shall we say, quite effective arrows. After seeing that I could really bring down an animal with the bow, my Father let me go ahead and use it. Arrows being recoverable, it actually saves money on bullets.
I helped farm. Instead of using a hoe, my Father actually was able to use a horse-drawn plowshare, with me as the horse! This increased our production, and, despite my ravenous consumption of what we grew, we were actually able to start selling stuff.
Around eleven, I entered the years of puberty, and just plain became bigger than my Father. My cunt bothered me all the time. I was horny, or hungry for something, but I didn't know for what.
I stopped wearing underwear because they chaffed my cunt and made it worse. Not wearing underwear wasn't noticeable because of those stupid ugly dresses I was wearing. But my Mother began to notice, that my drawers of clean underwear were always full, and she rarely saw my underwear in the dirty laundry. Every so often there would be some, however. During my periods, I had to wear underwear to hold the sanitary thingy. Of course she confronted me about it. She did not think it was proper. This was when I was twelve. I was getting pretty good with words, though my grammar stank and I could write hardly any of them. I explained the situation to Mother, and about how my crotch area feels better without them. It stays cool and dry, no itches. Mother finally agreed with that. But it disturbed her when my sister followed my example, and discontinued underwear use too. But the same argument held up for her, as well.
I became more and more unhappy about my having to wear those ugly ol' fat woman's dresses. I got naked whenever I could. And I was horny, although at the time, I didn't quite know just what that hunger was. I admired my own naked body in the mirror, I thought it was awesome. I secretly went on hikes in the wilderness by myself, and when I got a minimum distance from the house, I took off all clothes, and did most of the hike naked. I found it refreshing and enjoyable.
I became bolder and bolder. Not only that, my sister, a year older than me anyway, was getting a bit dissatisfied with this conservatism as well. One day, when my Parents were gone most of the day, I announced to my sister, "To hell with this ugly mess, I'm goin' naked! How 'bout you?"
Despite being a year older than me, due to my size I guess, my sister often followed what I did. She was fifteen and I was fourteen at the time. She agreed, "Yeah, go ahead. I'm striping too, but I'm wearing this tank-top... and nothing else..."
"That a girl!" I replied.
"I'm gonna tell!" warned my brother, a year younger than me and two years younger than my sister, to both of us.
"You do, and somebody will be pickin' your bones from the ground!..." my sister warned.
"No", I said, "Don't be that way", I advised her. I said to my brother, "You get to go around without a shirt, why can't we take off our clothes too?"
Well, he backed off and let his sisters take their new found freedom out for a test drive. My sister and I basically took a hike, with me naked, and her wearing only a tank-top.
By the time I was sixteen, I knew what shoving a dick into a cunt was about. But no way I was gonna do it while with that conservative family. I was climbing the walls with horniness.
One day with Parents, sister and brother away, I was left to do some heavy work. I got naked for it of course. Extremely horny, I lowered my wet cunt on the smooth rounded back of a chair, and had at it. Man, that felt good! I screamed so loud in pleasure and relief, that objects in the room vibrated. I masturbated a few more times. Finally, my horniness was down enough so I could work. I had to wipe the wetness off the chair and floor first, however. So my masturbating days had begun. I'd masturbate on anything I could get my cunt around. But, needless to say, I could only do it when everybody was away; brother and sister too. And that was rare.
On my many hikes in the wilderness, I had spotted this and that branch, stone or other protuberance that might could be shoved up my cunt. Of course they were rough, jagged or whatever and a gal wouldn't want to do it without some preparation. And that's just what I did one day.
I already told Joy about it. The account was written up earlier, so I will not repeat it here. All I can say is, that poor beleaguered tree helped me keep my sanity. Now I had a way to dump my excess libido anytime I needed.
When I was eighteen, I was absolutely gigantic. I was six-and-a-half feet tall, and weighed 250 pounds, with almost all of it being muscle. I began to look into possibilities, of job, adventure and, whatever. I didn't know what, exactly...
By this time, I had a number of lady friends, some of whom were definitely lesbian. Some of them hung around me for protection. Some "messin' around" in the apartment of one such gal ended up in my being fisted by her. It was an excruciating good sensation, and I was then hooked.
She and a few others had suggested erotic dancing for me. I would really make a show, with my huge physique. Any hesitation I had was blown away when I heard how much money can be made by erotic dancing.
I was soon to find out, however, the places, the clubs or whatever, that have erotic dancing, had only occasional use for my unusually powerful physique. You see Joy, how lucky you are, not to be as big as me? You were just big enough, so you held long-term positions in most clubs. I was for "occasional use" only...
Yeah, I suppose Cleo is right about that. My six-feet-one or two frame of muscles had a powerful presence on the stage, but not overwhelming or "unbelievable". It is my erotic dancing "career" that allowed me to have my farm, pay off my Parents' farm, and have all the exciting times that I had. Can't argue with that. Well, back to Cleo...
After one performance I did, some guy came to my dressing room (or should I say, UNdressing room) to offer me a job as a "strong-woman" at a circus.
Yep.
There started my parallel career as a freak, like Joy said, way before.
"Hurry, hurry! Step right up and see the world's strongest woman perform amazing feats of strength!..." the "barker" (those guys that yell out the features of a show at a circus) would say.
Well, if I was to be a freak, then I thought, I may as well make the best of it. Using the considerable amounts of money I already made, even though my dancing had been occasional only, I bought a weight bench and weights and began pumping iron. I was already so strong, I tore up the cheap bench I bought. I had to buy a new one and a better one, and more barbell plates.
My muscles responded well, and I was still growing. I sometimes had orgasms from lifting the weights, which is an odd but excruciating good feeling. My muscles developed to tremendous size.
Part of the performance I did for the circus "strong-woman" show, was to lift a "normal" barbell of the size most people would use, that is, about an inch thick steel rod. But I loaded it with way more weights than it could handle. When I curled it, it sagged in the "classic" manner on which you see on some weight-lifting this or that logos. I would bend steel. Real steel! But never thicker than say, about an inch. I dead-lifted the front end of a smaller pickup truck. And I did muscle poses. I wore a simulated (it better be simulated) leopard-skin bikini. I actually got horny during performances. Sometimes, I'd see slender guys, fit but with not that much muscle; and maybe they were wearing a t-shirt or what ever; and I'd give 'em a special eye, or glance. I'd keep looking at them. Some of them slowly inched to the back of the crowd, and maybe even left the tent. Others stayed and seemingly enjoyed my attention.
Many women and some men made their way to my "trailer", my home in the circus. I basically spurned the big guys, but I took in the, rare by the way, slender ones. I'd let them feel my huge, bulging, rock-hard biceps, and oooh, I'd get horny! I coulda so easily molested them. And I wanted to, but, I knew better, and did not. Sometimes, to their disappointment, I would usher them out of my trailer saying, "I gotta... sleep, do chores, do this, do that, whatever... before I did molest them sexually.
The women, most of them obviously lesbian, sometimes felt my muscles and some just wanted to chat. Some wanted to kiss my tits, feel me up and so on. When seeing that they were that way, I would often ask if they know how to fist. So I got some fisting done on me that way. It took great restraint on my part, to not scream my head off during orgasms. With the trailers closely spaced, other circus folks could have heard me!
That small circus I was with gave me a steady income for a couple years until they folded for bankruptcy for some reason. Oh well, I had to move a lot with them which was a hassle. I found construction jobs after that, and eventually got into brick laying. More on that in a bit.
Later, I appeared on this and that local television variety-interest show where, of course, I would dutifully strike some muscle-poses, always getting ooos and ahhs from the recording crew and anybody else around. I got in with another circus for a while.
I grew tired of spotty, unpredictable income and always moving. Then I discovered the need many places have for brick layers. And I found out the income isn't bad. So, I got into that. You'll be surprised the skill it takes. Those neatly patterned bricks or cement blocks of your house, they didn't get that way by accident. It takes strength and artistic skill. I have been doin' it for many years now and my income is pretty good. I still get occasional calls for "special" erotic dance shows, on a fairly regular basis. That always produces a good surge of money.
And... that basically brings me up to today!
And... when my company assigned me to Spring Forest's house over there. And when I encountered and met sweet Joy!
When I first saw her, the sweety was crying! I couldn't let that go on! I tried to hug her and comfort her, but my darned ol' cunt bothered me 'cause she's so sexy. Then I ended up kind of... well, grabbing her and humping on her a bit. I almost blew my chance! Really Joy, you're the sweetest, sexiest, cutest and... and, just over-all most lovely lady I have ever seen! And, with a guy that is just out and out... pretty... and sexy. He seems tailored made for you!
Good grief! Though I continue to be bothered by Cleo's interest in Alex, she does however, carry on about me! You have to admit that!
And Alex being "tailor made" for me, hmm. That's an interesting way of putting it. He is, sort of. His genital fits good, that's for sure. His dick curves just right for my cunt. When he slams it in, the tip of his dick just does "top out", or, I guess, hits my cervix. That drives him crazy, and he sexes hard when that happens. He actually looses it, convulsing a bit. That's why I watch over Spring Forest when he sexes her, because if he slams his meat into her the way he does me, I don't know what would happen. Can a dick push past the cervix? His dick tops out in Spring Forest with about an inch of dick still outside.
But when Alex slams it into me, the tip of his dick reaches my "top" right at the same time the base of it hits "the hilt" where it shoves my clit around. GOSH! That feels good!
At that moment of dictating this to Alex (I can type myself, but he makes such a cute, sexy secretary), I grew horny, my cunt was drooling, and a glance showed Alex had a hardy.
I grabbed him from his chair, swung him to the floor and devoured him, enjoying immensely, all that stuff I'm talking about, above... And, in front of Cleo!
* * *
I am continuing the writing now, Alex is out!
Poor Cleo, she has to restrain herself, but I do... whatever.
Well, don't worry, I treated Cleo to a good fisting. She's okay now.
Well, we all went to bed, after that evening when Cleo dictated her first segment of her part of the story. In actuality, that evening, she had been with us for several months. But we are writing this story in such a manner as to create a smooth flow of time and events. I just had to stick that in above, about Alex transcribing what Cleo said. I just thought it was cute and sexy.
Okay now! Indeed getting back into the correct time for the story: That above is what Cleo experienced so far, and now, continuing...
Well, for the next few days, I guarded Alex carefully. But I gladly fisted Cleo, and let her do her fingering or thumbing magic on me.
First, we had to get through this... None other, than her job at Spring Forest's house was done!
Houses are built in segments, so to speak, with contractors being hired to do their specialty, then leaving, to be replaced by another contractor who will do their specialty. I have heard, it is possible to save money by contracting the jobs yourself. Because, the house building company really doesn't build anything, they only organize the contractors in an orderly fashion, one could theoretically save by organizing the contractors one's self. But you have to know what you're doing. For example, you wouldn't hire the roof builders before the block-laying was finished. So I have to admit, I wouldn't know what I'm doing, so, I just go with the house building company.
Well, indeed, with Spring Forest's house, the block laying was done, and the roofers were next. That meant, Cleo would no longer be just 2000 feet away. Her home is in town. She may be sent to jobs here and there. Her next job was a rather long commute, due to the fact she was with us.
Cleo asked me many times about staying on my farm and becoming a farmer. I had to decide fast, because, she had to agree to her next job, or quit, after which, she would be dependent on me to give her work. In a strict business sense, taking on Cleo should increase productivity of my farm to make her addition "a gain".
Well, how do you increase productivity with someone? Alex and I were handling our acreage ourselves. But, it gets hard pressed at times, assistance would be welcomed. But as a Farmer, I am a kind of... business person... a manager, if you will. There were some over-grown fields, full of wild plants, that could be brought into production... but I would need another tractor... unless I just set Cleo out there with a hoe. Her huge muscles could do it, but, one thing about it, even huge muscles can't compete with a tractor. And this, by the way, is another instance where dependance on oil is tripping us up, as a society. Most people don't think of how much fuel a farm uses for modern, high-productivity-per-person farming.
Well, whatever.
But like me, Cleo has saved considerable money. Not nearly as much as I did, because her dancing is not nearly so steady as mine was. But she was able, and gladly willing to buy a new tractor so she could start working those fields.
And not to mention, having described all that boring, purely business stuff, I like Cleo's company. I continue to have bouts of jealousy and see to it, Alex does not spend time alone with her. But, the goods out-weighed the bads. I told her she could stay and farm with us.
So Cleo turned down her next contract, and so basically quit block-laying. She discontinued rent of her apartment in town and moved her stuff, not much actually, here. She bought the new tractor, with my guidance as to brands and models, allowing her preferences for colors and accessories, in one payment.
AND interestingly enough, she also bought a velomobile! Yep! From Germany, she bought a special-sized velomobile. We had to struggle with getting the English translated to German so that the specifications of the extra large velomobile with extra heavy duty drive train could be built. And of course, it had to be shipped. And that ain't cheap.
Now, how did I manage this gargantuan farm-hand? In a way, despite her gracious, obedient and almost submissive attitude (which, by the way, gave me a sexual zing; yeah, kinda made me horny) it took some doing to apply her muscles efficiently to modern mechanized farming.
Operating a tractor does not take any unusual amount of strength, but of course, farming ain't all sittin' on a tractor...
Oh, and by the way, Cleo got a tractor with an enclosed cab with air-conditioning for Pete's sake. And she said to me, "You or Alex use this one. I'll use your older tractor". My "older" tractor is just the typical, "in the open" type. I does have fittings for a canvas canopy to protect from the sun, but that's it.
Anyway, I looked for things that could put Cleo's huge muscles to work. Ain't I the taskmaster!? Or, yeah... taskmistress!? Tasks were spotty and often accessory or miscellaneous in nature, but I managed to put her muscles through their paces. Oh yes, and Cleo, without exception, goes naked just about all the time on the farm. So imagine her huge brown muscular body as she sweats and does the muscle-using work below, without one stitch of clothing. Examples:
When loading things like fertilizer into the fertilizing attachments, she can carry two 100 pound drums, one in each arm, held up along side her head. Or sacks, if it comes in sacks. Bags or drums most often come in 50-pound sizes or 100 pound. Cleo easily heaves two 100 pound drums, or four or five 50 pound sacks. She can carry or load huge numbers of fence poles at once, onto the trailer, for pulling to the site for fence mending. Her powerful muscles allows her to gouge a post hole in a quarter of the time it takes Alex... until she broke the post-hole diggers! We bought two new post hole diggers; a lighter set for Alex, (same type as the one Cleo broke) and a heavy duty, all-steel set, for mighty Cleo.
Alex and I handle each fence post in an okay manner, but compared to Cleo, we are sluggish. The fence poles are absolutely nothing to her. She grabs one with each hand, and with seeming ease, shoves them, with a force that vibrates the ground, one each, into two previously dug post holes. Oh yes, Cleo began digging two post holes at a time because she can so easily whip the fence poles around, one in each hand. My gosh! That lady repairs or builds twice as much fence as Alex or I in an equal time.
And for cutting and bringing in logs, Cleo blows Alex and I away! By the way, for you environmentalists out there, we only use limbs of trees that are already dead or fallen. Each autumn, where we live in the country, there is never any shortage of fallen limbs or sometimes, whole trees from which to harvest from. And we burn logs in a special, new-generation, high efficiency, low-pollution, wood-burning stove. You can find them on the Internet, from suppliers of "survival gear". (Sites that were dedicated to the pre-2000, so-called Y-2K paranoia, or now, to the 2012 paranoia!)
We have one chain saw. She let's Alex or I use it. She uses a hand log-cutter-saw herself. She cuts through a log using only four times the time it would take with a chain saw! And again, she can heave unbelievably huge amounts of logs to carry, sometimes long distances, to the trailer.
We have a small field of apple trees, and even a few cold-hardy peach trees. Alex and I use a basket that holds about fifty pounds of apples. Cleo uses a tub that hold 200 pounds of them. We had to get a heavy-duty step ladder for her weight. (I had to tell her to keep to the 25 pound baskets for the peaches, however; you can't pile them in, they'll bruise. But, we only have three peach trees.)
We bought a new, high efficiency heat-pump air-conditioner and heater for central air. The compressor unit weighs around 250 pounds. Cleo handled it with ease. She also heaved and carried, with only towels to protect her beautiful skin, a 300 pound square slab of concrete, that had been lying for years unused behind the barn, into position next to the house. It's what the heat-pump compressor unit sits on.
Cleo heaves great big tractor wheels around like they're nothing. And one day, our car had a flat and the jack was not in it! Cleo found some rocks from a field, and told Alex and I to put them under the car. Cleo then dead-lifted the car right up! Alex and I stood there with our mouths agape until Cleo reminded us breathlessly, "Hurry, I can't hold this forever!" after which we put the rocks underneath. Cleo gently set that end of the car down, on the rocks, and Alex was able to change the wheel.
Good heavens! That gal is strong! And I kept her muscles challenged! Aren't I the cruel taskmistress? Well, however, one day, Cleo snatched a little prize, payment, if you will, for her powerful muscles' work; just a little thing involving my Alex. Big, to me, at the time.
It took me a while to get rid of, once and for all, this jealousy of mine over Cleo's size and strength. But it had me goin' for a while. The jealousy is so stupid! Look at this...
Cleo and Spring Forest both have lovely brown skin and midnight-black hair, which is straight and smooth. They both like velomobiles, believe in solar and wind energy, are sexually free and level-headed. Spring Forest sexes with Alex all the time. Spring Forest can be very aggressive. Cleo sexes with Alex (now) only a very little. Cleo is exceedingly gentle with Alex and I. Cleo is submissive and obedient to me, which, as I mentioned before, kinda turns me on.
So, at the time I am writing about, Cleo knew I didn't want her with my Alex. She obeyed. Until, one day, when I; I say, I, sent Alex out to the barn to call Cleo to breakfast, alone. I had been doing that for some time already. And seeing how respectful of my wishes Cleo was, I felt comfortable about it. But, I guess, that sexy Alex was just a little too much for Cleo, and maybe, that day, Cleo's cunt was bothering her extra bad.
Every morning, Cleo works out on a weight bench and weights that she brought here, when she moved her things...
When I saw that weight equipment, and how huge the bars and plates were, my jealousy was fueled once again. Cleo knew this, and so did not set the weight bench up in the house. She set it up in a dark corner of the barn, kinda back there, where the opening of the barn faces lush trees and bushes. It's nice and private, anyway.
That means Cleo works out without air-conditioning. But, we're in Missouri, so, no big deal except for maybe, late June through most of August. Other parts of the year are cool to down right cold. Cold does not bother Cleo, except she warms up longer. Oh, and she warms up in winter, by pedaling our larger bike-generator. She produces 800 watts for fifteen minutes! That's a nice little surge for our solar-energy which is in short supply and heavily taxed, in winter.
In summer, she does use a powerful fan.
Okay. Now Alex and I have a weight bench and weights, in our bedroom. But our weights are five, ten and twenty -pound plates with an inch iron rod for the barbell. But man! That Cleo!
Cleo's bars are those big-ass olympic types, you know, those big, something like two-inch thick, shiny steel bars. And she has those big olympic plates to match. If you ever go to a sports specialty store, like Sports Authority®, you will see those huge bars and plates that are used by the really big apes. Cleo's plates begin at twenty pounds. She has fifty and 100 -pound plates. Her weight bench is heavy duty. Cleo has a 100-pound dumbbell (those short ones, used in one hand) and a 150-pound dumbbell. And Cleo can actually stand there and do curls with the 150 pound dumbell; folks, that's 150 pounds curled by one arm! When she does that, her biceps stick out to the heavens! And is absolutely stone-hard! Good gosh a mercy! Dam! That bitch is strong. Shit! I'm gettin' jealous just writing this.
Well, Cleo set those mother-fuckers up in the back of the barn, and works out, three days a week, like Monday, Wednesday and Friday, usually. On the days in between she walks or runs for about thirty minutes, back in the fields. Later, when her big velomobile arrived from Germany, she'd go in that, on the highway, for the thirty minutes.
And folks, that super-bitch does 45 miles per hour, continuously, for that whole time! And she does it going up hills too.
These hills are not really bad hills, but fairly respectable. This part of Missouri is what one might call, "rolling"; it's constant, gentle up and down, up and down, over mild hills. So Cleo blasts up and, I suppose, rests down. So her velomobiling is a series of hard pedaling punctuated regularly with rests.
Well, that bitch set those mother-fuckers up in the barn, and lifted weights that I previously thought, no human could do. She bench-presses 500 pounds. She does knee extensions, one leg at a time, with the knee-extender loaded with 600 pounds! Alex does 100 pounds per leg, and I do 180, for knee extensions. For ham-strings curls, Cleo heaves 350 pounds per leg. (Cleo, like Alex and I, do all these leg exercises one leg at a time. That prevents "lazy leg".) Alex does 70 pounds, and I do 110.
Cleo, like Alex and I, also do a butt exercise, something like the ham-strings curls, except we slide down (or should it be, up) the weight-bench bed, closer to the leg-extender thingy, and get the pad snug in the "corner" of the inside of our knee (the back of it). We then lift the leg upward, which would be rearward if standing. Alex does 80 pounds per butt-bun, and I do 150. Cleo does 400 pounds! Gees!
By the way, just in case y'all are wonderin', you might notice how all my leg and butt exercises lifts considerably more weight than my Alex. Alex and I are closer in strength for the upper body. Alex bench presses 100 pounds, I press 120. Alex curls a 45 pound dumbbell for each arm, I do 55. See? Pretty close. Alex's biceps are about 13¼ to 13½ inches, mine are 13¾ to 14¼ inches. So I only edge Alex out in upper body strength. But I cream him in leg and butt strength!
But that dam giant super-bitch blows both Alex and I to kingdom come! Sheesh!
By the way, I don't know Cleo's biceps size. I won't measure them 'cause I'm so jealous, and I won't let Alex measure them. They're liable to be gigantic, of course, maybe like a million inches... Okay, okay, realistically, I would guess thirty inches.
The weight lifting apparently sexually stimulates Cleo (it does me). Cleo often asks me to fist her right after lifting. A number of times, after she is done with lifting, she writhes around on the ground just outside the rear entrance of the barn in apparent orgasm, with nothing in her cunt at all. Alex ran to me once thinking she was hurt. I came running back out there with him, and she was just getting over it. Cleo, honest always, says she gets like that sometimes. After lifting, she lays on the ground, on her back, with her legs spread and positioned so that the sun, if available, shines right on her big slobbering cunt. Cleo says, for some reason, that brings her to orgasm. She's close to orgasm anyway.
As well, I have caught sight of Cleo writhing around on the ground in that position, with the sun on her cunt, out in the fields or where ever, even apart from the exercises. That's one horny bitch!
Cleo does her weight lifting in the morning, pretty early; before breakfast anyway. So, I would send Alex out there to the barn sometimes to tell her breakfast is ready...
I had been going myself. Alex accompanied me a few times, and, while with me (so nothing happens), he has seen the bitch's muscles a-bulging and a-quivering under crushing weights, he has seen her glistening with sweat that enhances her muscles, and, he has seen her grab her cunt to rub the ache for sex out with her fingers, and, with all those rippling muscles tense, stretch and moan in sexual hunger.
I don't know what possessed me to start letting Alex go out there by himself sometimes to call her for breakfast; just one day, I was busy making breakfast... Actually, how do you get that busy with breakfast, at least, that more than usual?... I think what it was, I was getting confident that indeed, Cleo would leave Alex alone because she seems so obedient and submissive to me, and she appears serious about her weight lifting, so she will not bother Alex.
Anyway, however it happened the first time, I sent him out there. He came back in a few minutes, no problem. Later, Cleo came in, big, brown, muscular and glistening with sweat, to shower and then have breakfast.
By that time, breakfast was getting cold and Alex and I were done, leaving Cleo to eat by herself... except I hung around just to... be with her, I guess. I also liked giving Cleo the day's orders and hearing her replying "yes ma'am" or "yes Joy" so obediently. I'd stand behind her as she ate, and kind of, lean on her slightly, with my hands on her delts (deltoid muscles, on either side of the neck). Sometimes, Cleo asked me to message them. And I did, as I gave her orders. From my position of standing over her, looking down to the top of her head, I admired her hair. It was so completely, perfectly black, but I didn't tell her. Sometimes my hands made their way down her front, to around and between Cleo's big ol' breasts and then up to her huge tits; which I'd diddle with. She'd quiver in sexual hunger, but she controlled herself. I felt I had complete control over this big, brown, muscular Nubianess... is that a word? Lady Nubian is what I meant. We don't know if she's Indian or not, or really some kind of Egyptian.
Anyway, though not "officially proclaimed", I was her Mistress and it made me horny. Sometimes after sending her off to do her duties, I'd find Alex and sexually molest him. Sometimes, depending on my mood, I'd ask Cleo to thumb me to orgasm first, after her breakfast and before sending her out to her duties... to which she would say, "Of course, sweety!". I'd reward my obedient "sub" with a nice fisting then send her out. Mmmm! I love that stuff! Again, unofficially, a characteristic of my relationship with Cleo is that, I was the dom, and she was the sub.
We never do anything "officially" around here; marriages, bein' lesbian, and whatever else, all just "happen". Alex and I have been together for decades, all without an official marriage at any time. And, with Spring Forest and Cleo, I guess I am acting like a lesbian. But there are no claims for it. I'm beginning to think, that might be another characteristic of "The Kin" that we are a part of.
I became more confident in sending Alex out there. And, you know something, the whole mess below, coming up, could have been avoided if only I got it through my head, that Cleo never came for breakfast until she completed all exercises. Being the dedicated muscle-head she is, she didn't come in for breakfast until all exercises and sets were done. So actually, there was no use in either of us going out to the barn to tell her breakfast is ready.
And one could argue, it was just plain unwise, perhaps dumb, for me to send my tender, sexy Alex out to call Cleo to breakfast. There he was, slender, fit, wearing only a bitsy bikini with mesh back, or maybe, a g-string, going out there by himself and without escort, to that big, hefty, muscular and horny bitch...
Man! It is comparable to a parent sending a delicately built and very attractive daughter out to call in a big, muscular, weight lifting ape-man, who has a pounding erection almost all the time. Even though he has a history of controlling himself, one should realize, that ol' horny feeling can get pretty intense at times, threatening a breakdown of control.
And Alex doesn't help. He is always wanting to feel Cleo's arms and maybe, tits. I know he'd love to see Cleo raise her arm and flex her biceps for him to feel. I know Cleo wants to do it, but has refused Alex so far... for me. Cleo often washes dishes after supper. More than once, I caught Alex working his way up to Cleo, and nearly reaching out for a feel... until I yank him away, usually with a warning, like, "You want me to wear out your little butt!? I will, if you keep that up!" And of course, Alex always obediently replies in a sweet voice, "yes Joy". Mmmm, that stuff makes me horny!
Once, in our bedroom, after Cleo has gone to bed and Alex and I are in the bed together, he asked, "Why don't you want me to sex with Cleo? Or even, feel her muscles? You let me sex with Spring Forest all the time. And with other ladies that you have met and brought home, you know, other dancers. Including that one that was as big as you. And you let me feel her muscles."
"Cleo's way too big and powerful!" I answered firmly, "If she convulses during orgasm, she might break every delicate bone in your tender body! I can't have that, not for you, sweety."
"But you fist her. She's never hurt you", Alex reminded.
"I'm not in her arms or bosom, as you would be if you sexed with her. I'm safe, behind Cleo's butt, away from her grasp. And even then, it gets rough. And I'm stronger than you. Imagine how it would be in her arms while she goes through that. Why, she'd snap your bones like pretzels, and she wouldn't even know it."
"Golly..." Alex replied, sounding fascinated... and sweet.
Then he asked, "But why can't I feel her muscles?"
"Why do ya wanna feel that bitch's muscles? They're just like mine... and that other dancer's... except they're..." and I sighed and completed my sentence, "...just bigger."
"Well, just..." Alex began.
But I interrupted him saying, "She's horny all the time. Any kind of touching or feeling gets her uncontrollably aroused."
"But I won't touch her tits, or anywhere around her cunt..."
"It don't matter. She's sensitive to any touch!"
"But what about when you're in her lap? You know, when she... treats you to pleasure?" Alex still asked.
That was nicely put, I thought; "treats me to pleasure". Anyway, I replied, "Well, in that case, Cleo is, as you say, treating me to pleasure. I'm the one who's convulsing and writhing around. She's just... doin' me... or, treating me."
Finally, that tender, sexy question box shut up. Alex snuggled against my shoulder and soon was passing into sleep. OOHHH! I coulda molested him right there, but, my cunt had a busy day... I masturbated out in the fields once, I sexed with or sexually molested Alex a number of times, and Cleo treated me to pleasure twice. So I was able to let him sleep, next to me, nice and... safe?
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