| JOY |
Well, okay, okay. I'll get to what happened...
I told Alex breakfast is ready so go out and tell Cleo. Alex went on out. I watched from a window as he gracefully walked (yes, he has a graceful walk) out to the barn. His hard, all-muscle butt-buns jiggled as he walked. He was wearing a snow-white bikini with mesh over his sexy butt. His long, light brown hair waved in the breeze as he went. His hair is actually longer than mine.
He went into the barn... and didn't come out for a while, longer than usual. I was about to go out there myself, when Alex finally came out of the barn. His walk was a little less than sure, head bowed mostly, and he appeared a bit... not together. His hair was a bit to one side, and his bikini appeared... wet... with whitish stuff... and he was covered in sweat, which I knew couldn't be his...
WHAMO! Like, it hit me! That big bitch molested him! I began to boil right there!
Alex came in the kitchen door, kind of looking at me shyly, like something wasn't right... Kinda like a little boy looks after he's done something he knows his parents wouldn't like, but isn't telling. And I could see his bikini was soaked with cunt juice, and he was covered with sweat. And he had not been working any. The mesh on the back of his bikini was torn. And I could smell it; it was clearly cunt juice!
"What did that bitch do to you!?" I asked firmly.
"Nothing" Alex shyly answered, "I... let it happen... I just..."
"Did she molest you!?" I asked, possibly yelling. Alex quaked in fear of his Mistress.
"I... I just felt her muscles... then I got... well, an erection. And... I sort of... sexed her. She let me do it... she was gentle... she didn't hurt me at all. Don't be mad at her, be mad at me. I'm sorry, it won't happen again... Anyway, I do it with Spring Forest all the time."
OH! I was ready to be launched into space! I was going to tell that muscle bitch a thing or two. I started to go out, but, there she came through the kitchen door...
"Joy" Cleo began, voice quivering with, well, Alex said she was near crying. I didn't notice nothin' at the time. All I did is step up to Cleo and slapped her in the face, hard. "You big bitch!" I growled, or hissed, or, may have screamed, "Get outa my house!" I slugged her in her shoulder as she passed me, crying, to her room.
Hm, hm, hm! I really must confess to being ashamed of myself, as I write or dictate this. Cleo's huge muscles could have tossed me to the moon, but, as a reaction to two hits from me, all she did is cry, and run to her room. Not that the second hit did much damage. When I hit her in her shoulder, or, that is, the shoulder muscle of her upper arm, it hurt my fist a bit. It was like hitting a... a carpet, or maybe, a really heavy punching bag. Physically, it didn't even phase her. But it hurt her sweet, tender soul...
| ALEX |
At this point in telling the story, Joy began to cry. Cleo moved over and gently embraced her. Thank goodness I can say this now. But I will take over the story for a while, taking where Joy left off... due to tears...
Anyway, I'll briefly describe what happened...
Well, yes, I found (and still find) Cleo and her mighty muscles fascinating and attractive. Being an admirer of muscle-woman all my life, Cleo, of course, certainly was someone to behold. But indeed, she was just a little too much. I don't know... if I had it to do over again... I guess, if Cleo had come in to my life about when Joy did... Well, you see, I was so desperate for a lady-friend back then, I would have gone with anyone. So, I can't tell.
Well, anyway, I can only speak for now. I would never, never leave Joy for anyone else. I have had sex with Spring Forest and some other dancers or other women of "The Kin" that Joy brought over or invited, but only with Joy's permission. And Joy has had sex with Looking Snake, and other male members of "The Kin" who happened to come along with their... shall we say, Mistresses... or unofficial Wives... sort of like Joy is to me. It is interesting to note however, Joy never asked permission from me. It does appear, that what ever this "other planet" is, that planet where the souls of the members of "The Kin" formerly incarnated on, it is women-dominated. That is, matriarchal.
I too had been noticing Joy's different behavior with Cleo. I didn't think women did that, that is, get jealous over another woman being bigger or stronger. Oh, I know they get jealous over another woman being sexier or prettier or something, but I didn't think muscle size was an issue to women.
By the way, since muscle-size and physique size is an issue to most men, me included, I have to confess, so far, I have been lucky. All the men Joy has had sex with over the many years, have been my size and build or smaller.
Oh! And having said most men are concerned about their relative muscle-size and build, another interesting observation was, that these men that Joy had sex with, even the ones smaller or lighter in build than I, seemed to not have a jealous bone in their body over me being bigger and stronger, even when I had sex with their Mistress or unofficial Wife... Except for one or two...
Some years before settling on the farm, when we were living in a rented cabin-like house in the rural area of one of the many cities Joy's dancing took us through, one of these jealous-type guys came along with his Mistress. His Mistress was a typical lady of "The Kin". She grazed the six-feet-even mark, and weighed 180 pounds, at a time when six-feet-one Joy weighed 190 or so. She was, of course, well buffed, with powerful shapely legs that would knock your socks off, nice, well muscled arms and, well, just really built and fit, like Joy. And her well built body was topped by a head with blue eyes and smooth, dark reddish-brown hair cut short, and with bangs. Her man was five-feet-eleven or more, weighed 160 at a time I also weighed 160 pounds at the time. He, like me, worked out with weights. So, though slim, he was very fit indeed. He had the supple thighs of a cyclist. He and I were, for all practical purposes, the same size and build. He had nothing to be jealous about, but he was, and it was clear.
Looking Snake was there at the same time. Well, Looking Snake could have sex with the jealous guy's Mistress, no problem. But when I did, he got a little upset looking... and obviously didn't want me around.
And Looking Snake and Spring Forest were around for the other jealous guy as well. Looking Snake could have sex with his five-feet-eleven, 170-pound, long blond-haired Mistress, no problem. But when I did, the five-feet-eight, 150-pound guy looked obviously upset, and kept hanging around, watching, while I was "in" his Mistress.
In either case above, when those guys sexed Joy, by that time, it did not bother me.
And, man! Those ladies, Joy included; they sex with whomever they want, and their guys have no say. We of "The Kin" appear to have this woman-dominated, matriarchal subculture going on, in a patriarchal (man-dominated) world. It's very curious.
Now, for one of those jealous men of "The Kin", he had been hypnotized, not by Spring Forest, but by another hypnotist. The findings in hypnosis was past lives on another planet, inhabited by slender people with over-sized butt and legs, and with velomobiles and tall, cylindrical buildings; yep, Shasheer. And those past lives were followed by four or five past lives on Earth, just like me. I know one or two cases does not a trend make, but an initial conclusion could be made, that the more lives on Earth a soul has, the more likely they are, if they incarnate as a man, to be jealous over physique size and muscle size. If a bigger, heavier, more muscular man were to have sex with Joy, yes, I would be jealous. Thank my Earth incarnations for that.
It also seems that numerous Earth incarnations also tends to result in one, a woman or man, in being more sexually prudish, than a soul "fresh from Shasheer" would be. Indeed, I have had to adjust to all this sex with others, open masturbation and same-sex activities.
And, one more thing, by the way... I don't like the word "effeminant", and I protest it's connotation... but, effeminant or just "pretty" could describe the men Joy has had sex with, as it does me. I protest against this society and it's tendency to deny men, the right or permission, if you will, to pay attention to their attractiveness, other than just huge muscles. Now, I am not about to start putting on make-up, and none of the other men that Joy was with did that either. But shaving the body hair, getting a tan, and displaying what one has by wearing brief bikinis or g-strings, should be regarded as perfectly acceptable behavior for men, without all the shit-head jokes.
Okay, having had another one of my rants, I will now tell about Cleo and I...
Joy letting me go out to the barn to tell Cleo breakfast is ready, surprised me too, a little bit. Joy had carefully seen to it, that I am never alone with Cleo.
Anyway, the first time I went out there to tell Cleo breakfast is ready, it was indeed quite a sight. There the huge Cleo was, completely nude, sitting on her weight bench, legs spread to accommodate the part of the bench that had the curls-attachment, (for legs or arms, depending on position and which set of pads). Her awesome black-haired cunt was soaked, I don't know if in sweat, sexual secretions or both. Some of it was whitish, indicating secretions.
Cleo was doing "preacher curls", one arm at a time. A preacher curl is a curl with the aid of the weight bench. The arm being exercised leans on the pad. More weight can usually be curled with a given arm, than with "free" biceps curls, done while standing; or sitting. She had it loaded with 200 pounds! (Above, Joy said 150 pounds for curls, but that is Cleo's "free" curls.) An absolutely huge, I mean gigantic biceps was bulging immensely. My gosh, I have never seen such a huge biceps. It seemed unreal. But it was real alright. Cleo looked up at me, smiled delightfully despite the strain, and grunted, "Well, hey there!"
I felt an erection beginning, so I quickly said "I just came to tell you, breakfast is ready".
"Thank you, sweety!" Cleo grunted, "I'll be there in a few moments. Don't worry about it going cold."
At that, I left her in the back of the barn, with the sunlight coming in at a slant, enhancing her already captivating muscles. When I came back into the kitchen, Joy asked, "Is she comin'?"
I thought to myself, she's comin', alright, then replied, "She said she will be in when she is done."
"Alright, sweety" Joy replied, delightfully.
Joy's back was turned as she stirred a pot at the stove. Mmmm, the way her big thighs looked, and her well sculpted butt, hardly covered by that old denim micro-skirt, and no undies, made my beginning erection, already stretching at my bikini, grow to full length. With my genital having freed itself from my bikini, and pounding, I just came up behind Joy and, well, slipped it in from behind. Joy groaned and let me have at it. Hugging her from behind, with my fingers on her nipples, I humped away furiously, groaning in ecstasy. She orgasmed, standing right there, just as I gushed. Good heavens! That felt good! Joy lets me sex her any time, and almost any where, even in public I think, if I would do it. And her cunt feels so good! If I ram it in hard, the tip of my genital just does hit her "top". When that happens, I blow up!
Well, ahem! Anyway, back to Cleo...
And yes, let the above be a demonstration of what I said, I would never leave Joy. Not just because of her well-fitting cunt, but because of our true love!
Okay, okay. But Cleo is attractive to me as well... As is Spring Forest and the other women of "The Kin" that Joy has brought or invited.
So, sometimes, not always, Joy would have me go out to tell Cleo breakfast is ready. Every time I went out there, I generally got a beginning of an erection just from what I saw. Remember, for whatever reason, I just like female muscle and strength. I guess it is left over from that other planet, I suppose, where, from what we can gather from the hypnosis of all of us, women are normally bigger and basically, dominant, in that society.
Cleo's exercises were quite attention-getting to say the least. To see her huge muscles bulge so big and hard, is indeed, a spectacle. Some exercise positions are sexier than others. I find the arm biceps curls sexy, the leg-extension is sexy, the leg hamstrings curl is sexy because Cleo's big awesome brown butt is upward, and her butt curl is sexy, because her butt muscles flex so huge. And in both the hamstrings curl and butt curl, I can see her cunt real clear. Never is there a time, that there is not whitish secretions coming from her cunt. Well, Joy is the same way. I love seeing Joy work out. But the whitish secretions show up more against Cleo's dark brown skin.
It is obvious, Cleo becomes sexually aroused while weight lifting. Joy does too. I know what is going to happen every time Joy finishes weight work; she comes after me!
Up until that day, I restrained myself, and Cleo restrained herself. Both of us were doing it for Joy. Had Cleo been Spring Forest, I could have sexed her to kingdom come and Joy would not have even given it a thought.
But that day, I informed Cleo of breakfast just as she was finishing her workout. She was putting away weights, bars, and shoving the bench to the side and wiping it off of sweat... and vaginal secretions. I came in, and Cleo, already standing, turned to me and said, "Hi sweety! Breakfast ready?"
"Uh..." I stammered, mesmerized by her awesome physique, erection already building, "Uh, yes, it is ready."
I turned to go, but, I must confess, I just could not resist. I slowed, turned, and requested of Cleo, "Just for kicks and grins, may I... feel your arm? Your... muscles?"
Cleo turned toward me again and, after a hesitation, asked, "Is it okay with JJ? You know, jealous Joy?"
"I only want to feel..." I breathed, effected by arousal. My genital was pressing my bikini.
Cleo raised her huge arms and popped those biceps. GOOD GOSH A-MIGHTY! Her arms are easily 11 inches across, which in roughly multiplying by pi, 3.14, one gets at least 33 inches for her arm size. Good heavens!
Big, brown and hard as rocks, her biceps beckoned me for a feel. I stepped up to Cleo. I could feel the heat off her body. She glistened with sweat. I literally had to reach up a bit to feel them. When I felt of Cleo's biceps, they were indeed hard! They felt like a steel ball wrapped in naugahyde.
I stepped sideways to feel her other biceps. I noticed little, or not, her heaving chest. Already intensely aroused, Cleo was near break-down. And I sure did not help!
I felt of her other arm, oooing and, probably, breathing hard. I even did a pull up on her arm. Cleo had to brace herself only a little, to accommodate my weight. Then I was stepping side ways to the arm I had felt first, but hesitated over her heaving breasts. Huge inch-and-a-half, or more, tits jutted out from gigantic breasts. I felt her breasts, then my fingers found her tits...
I felt a huge, warm hand sort of, "cup" my butt. I was lifted off the ground, by that hand, a little like being on a bicycle seat. Unknown to me, my genital was erected way out. Next thing I knew, my genital was enveloped by something warm and wet. I lost it there. I thrust furiously while Cleo rammed me in, with her hand over my butt. She held me steady, hugging me, with her other hand and arm. That meant, her one arm was lifting my 170 pounds! Well, she curls 150 pounds, doing ten reps.
I gushed in Cleo while she rammed at my butt, pushing me in as far as I could go up her huge hole. I never hit the top, of course, her cunt-hole is probably unbelievably deep. But never the less, Cleo orgasmed. It got rough, indeed. I had to tense all my muscles to take the pounding. Her hug was tight, almost making it difficult for me to breath. My head being rammed between two gigantic, sweaty boobs did not help either. My butt took a pounding, and the mesh rear of my bikini was torn up. But all and all, Cleo restrained her tremendous strength well. Joy had fisted her earlier that morning, and yesterday evening before bed. So maybe that had her sexed out enough to control herself with me.
Cleo held me up for a while, as she eeked all the pleasure out of her orgasm. Finally, she gently set me down. She huffed, "Oh no, Joy is not gonna like this..."
"I won't tell" I promised.
But the signs were too clear. Cleo's profuse vaginal secretions soaked my genital and g-string. Her sweat was all over my body. And, Joy is as intelligent as she is great looking...
When I came in to the kitchen, it of course began the altercation seen above. It really got going when Cleo came in, somewhat hesitantly, I might add.
I would have never guessed, that Joy would smack Cleo like that, then punch her again as she passes. You have to admit, Joy is aggressive; one might say, she has "balls", more than me, a man... and more than most men at that. I mean, to slap and punch someone three to four times stronger, that takes guts.
Joy is as strong as any man her height. But what a miss-match between her and Cleo. When she slugged Cleo on the shoulder, it looked like to me, it did not even vibrate Cleo's body. But, it penetrated freely to Cleo's soul. After the slap and the punch, Cleo ran to her room, crying.
I shrunk back into the background, thinking perhaps, I was next. But Joy came up to me and... hugged me, firm and warm. She asked, softly, "Did that bitch hurt ya?"
To which I replied, "Not at all!"
"You were lucky this time, sweety. I'll get her out of this house!"
I wanted to tell Joy, there was no need for that. I thought she was wrong, but I was afraid...
Okay, okay, if she wants me to be like the typical Earth-soul, and not have anything to do with other women, fine. I can go along with that. It is how I was raised. But, over the decades, I have sexed with other women, and Joy with other men, with no problem... until now. Nah, Joy had one hell of a jealousy problem, that's it!
I wanted badly to tell Joy, and I was searching for words as I basked in her warm embrace. Joy commented, "You're covered with that bitch's sweat and stuff, and now, so am I. Let's go sweety, and shower together. I'll get ya cleaned up."
Cleo usually showers at this time... after the sweating of weight lifting. But... Well, I was led by Joy to the bathroom, which had us pass the door to Spring Forest's room where Cleo was sobbing. And man, did my heart ache!
Joy took me in there, and indeed, she gave me a thorough scrub down, getting all that "bitch's stuff" off me she could. And I helped clean luscious, nude Joy. Wow! That lady is built! Joy's sexiness, and her scrubbing my genital, resulted in an erection, despite my concern over Cleo. We even sexed, right there in the shower. Joy sure was not worried. After that, we washed some more, stepped out, toweled off a bit and then exited the bathroom, both of us nude. And...
There was Cleo, in our living room, still not showered, having worn her tank-top and cut-off shorts, with some suitcases. Still nude, Joy scoffed at her saying "Hurry bitch! Get outa here!"
Cleo began crying again, and actually went to her knees, came up to Joy and begged, "Please, sweety! I'll never do that again! Let me stay, please? I LOVE you Joy! I love bringing you to orgasm in my lap. You're so sweet! I can't stand bein' without you!"
"HMMPH!" Joy only grumped.
Finally, I could not stand it any more. Having hurriedly slipped on a clean bikini, I returned to them, gathered courage and got ready. I spoke up finally, "Please Joy! Mistress!" I sometimes call her that. It really softens Joy's heart. I continued, "Cleo did not know there was a special rule regarding her. She heard how you let me sex with other ladies, and you with other men, and, and... she did not know. I mean, Cleo had no idea you had a special rule for her..."
My idea of speaking of the "special rule" was intended to make Joy think. She had not specified any special rule, but I was acting like there was, unspoken though it may have been.
"He's right" Cleo begged, still on her knees in front of Joy "I didn't know..."
"You KNEW!!!" Joy retorted, "Otherwise, why did you come in like, knowing you did something wrong!?"
Actually, Cleo had not "come in" the kitchen in any special way... well... she did, but, no words were spoken... except Cleo said "Joy" in a quivering tone. But that could have been for anything. I spoke up "What way was that, Joy? She did not come in by any special manner. She stubbed her toe in the barn and I guess, she was kind of like, limping."
"Yeah" Cleo agreed, harmonizing on the spur of the second, with my fabrication, which would have also explained her quivering voice when she came in the kitchen, "After... doin' your sweety there, I was woozy, and I guess I didn't watch where I was going...."
"Oh yeah!? Let me see your toe!" Joy demanded.
"There's nothing to see" Cleo answered in quivering voice, "It wasn't that bad. It just hurt for a little while."
"Likely story!" Joy retorted, "Let me see it!"
"Sure, but... there's nothing to see..." Cleo timidly replied.
I thought Cleo's goose was cooked, and possibly, so was mine. Joy let go my transgression with Cleo a while ago, but would she let go, me lying for Cleo? But...
Fortunately, most fortunately, due to the fact that Joy was always ordering Cleo to do the heaviest, roughest work, involving heavy items, accidents do occur. Cleo had a swollen toe from a heavy object being dropped on it a few days ago! Cleo told me, but did not tell Joy.
Joy had one look and said, "Oh... I see... Is it, okay?"
Joy's martial tone had finally softened.
Cleo replied, "Yeah, no problem. It'll go away in a few days."
"Messy barn" Joy commented, tone still softened, "We gotta straighten it out."
Joy stood up while Cleo stayed on her knees. That was the darndest sight! There's that huge, mighty Cleo, begging and cowering before a woman she could have easily thrown into orbit.
Joy finally said, "Okay, okay. You can stay..."
Before Joy could say anything else, Cleo stood up and swallowed Joy up in her huge, muscular arms. Cleo hugged Joy and even lifted her off her feet, without even knowing! Cleo profusely kissed Joy and thanked, "Oh THANK you Joy! I don't know how I coulda gone on without ya!"
Muffled from Cleo's huge bosom, Joy, trying to speak in martial tones, commanded, "Alright! Put me down! You are to NEVER go near Alex again!"
"Okay! Okay sweet Joy!" Cleo gladly agreed.
Thank goodness that was settled! I did not want to see Cleo driven off in such a heartless manner.
The next couple days were a bit frigid between Cleo and Joy. Slowly, they got closer. Finally, one evening, Joy slowly came up to Cleo, who was washing dishes, and offered to fist Cleo after dishes. Of course, Cleo gladly accepted! After the fisting, Cleo treated Joy to a thumbing, or fingering, or whatever she does to Joy, which she enjoyed tremendously.
Thank goodness for that, too!
Needless to say, Joy never sent me out to tell breakfast is ready. Joy did that "dangerous" task herself. Joy told me to never get near Cleo without Joy's presence again. "She's powerful and dangerous! You were lucky that time. Let ME handle her!" Joy warned.
After about a week, I got a strange email from Spring Forest, direct to MY email, not Joy's. She said "I'm coming to teach Joy a lesson about her g__-dam jealousy! Don't tell her!"
Apparently, I found out later, Cleo wrote an email to Spring Forest. Cleo had Spring Forest's email from earlier. Apparently, Cleo told Spring Forest of Joy's behavior, and asked, does Joy let Alex have sex with her (Spring Forest)? She asked or discussed other issues as well and added to please not tell Joy that Cleo emailed about this.
Well, in a few days, Spring Forest came, driving her motor home...
Joy was jumping with... well, joy, when she saw Spring Forest's motor home drive up. But...
As Joy scurried around straightening things out a bit, while Cleo receded into the background, Spring Forest came marching in. Wearing a long dress split all the way to her waist, luscious brown, shapely legs "played peek-a-boo" from behind the halves of her dress. The halves of her red dress basically breezed behind her, due to the fact, she was walking fast. Spring Forest flew open the kitchen door, which I was drawing near to greet her, and demanded, "Where's that jealous bitch!?"
I went "Uh... uh...", but Spring Forest breezed past me, into the living room, and gave Joy a powerful, resounding smack in her face that, I believe, could have been heard in China!
Good heavens! It knocked Joy off her feet and she caught herself on the edge of the sofa. She stood up and Spring Forest smacked her again!
I swear, this... house... or place! It seems like whomever is the smaller, is the one that does the bullying!
"What's the matter with you!? You over-grown peewee!" Spring Forest demanded of Joy.
Joy began to cry.
Just then, Looking Snake, dressed in snow-white bikini with mesh rear, came in. After quickly greeting me and smacking me on my bare butt; bare because I was wearing a g-string that morning, he ran to the living room and asked of Spring Forest, "You're not beating her up, are you?" Then, he saw that she was, and commented, "Oh shit..."
Spring Forest demanded, "Where is Cleo? I want to meet her..."
Joy was crying, so I pointed down the hall with my free hand; my other hand was rubbing the sting of Looking Snake's smack, out of my butt. There Cleo was, in the darkness, timid of coming out. Spring Forest walked up to her...
Wow! Talk about a size difference! If you thought Joy looked small next to Cleo, Spring Forest was near microscopic. Looking way up to Cleo, Spring Forest commented, "Wow! She's magnificient!"
Cleo shyly smiled.
"Cleopatra, I'm Spring Forest, the one you emailed!" Spring Forest said, assuming Cleo's "full" name. Spring Forest inched closer to the towering giant.
"Hi, um, Spring Forest!" Cleo softly replied, "My, you are pretty! And cute! Just like Joy and Alex said, even more so!"
"Is Joy being mean to you?" Spring Forest asked Cleo, straining her little neck to look up at the big brown leviathan. In fact, since Spring Forest was then right up to Cleo's front, she may have been peering between Cleo's huge breasts to see Cleo's face!
Cleo replied, in an almost surprised tone, but softly, to this tiny gal that asked, "Why, no! She's given me work, a wonderful place to live, she fists me and mmmm! It feels so good! And, I thumb and finger her. She enjoys it. I'll do anything for Joy! She's so magnificently built. Tall, strong, and so light and blond! She lights up a room simply by coming in it! I darken a room! And... and... Joy has pretty green eyes. And her guy is almost just like her, just... a male version of..."
Spring Forest laughed a hearty but pretty laugh upon hearing that, I must say, unusual description of me.
Spring Forest asked further, "Okay, okay. That's good. But what was this about in your email?"
"Only just, why does she let Alex sex with you... and other ladies, but not me? It is the only rule I have to follow. But, she's pretty strict. Like I wrote, or tried to, she hit me twice and almost threw me out. But, Joy is sweet, and she forgave me. I... didn't want ya to hit her... She's crying..."
"Sometimes Joy needs to be slapped around to knock some sense into that blond head of hers!" Spring Forest replied, somewhat sternly.
"I... must see her... excuse me..." Cleo gently said, as she pulled away from Spring Forest, who looked like to me, wanted in Cleo's bosom.
Cleo came into the living room where Joy was still weeping, on her knees and kind of slumped next to the sofa. Cleo pulled at Joy, gently, and softly said, "Here, sweety, sit on my lap. Let me hold ya..."
I was kind of afraid, that upon hearing that Cleo emailed Spring Forest behind Joy's back, so to speak, would make her explode again. But Joy can be unpredictable at times. Also, as well, with Spring Forest there, obviously upset with Joy's treatment of Cleo, Joy was not going to do anything that would make that fierce little fire-ball angry.
Joy accepted Cleo's offer. Cleo sat in the sofa, with it grunting and grating, and took Joy upon her lap. Joy curled up, sort of, in Cleo's lap and accepted being wrapped in Cleo's huge arms. Cleo stroked Joy's hair, and kissed the top of her head... many times. It was a sweet sight, to me anyway.
Spring Forest, perhaps pulling back from her stormy entrance, slowly approached the sofa and then climbed on, and sat right next to huge Cleo, making physical contact, I might add. In fact, Spring Forest began feeling and stroking Cleo's huge, muscular upper-arm, particularly about the biceps.
After a bit, Spring Forest commented, softly, "Huh. This big gal loves you, doesn't she Joy?"
"Mmm hmm" Joy feebly replied, her voice muffled from being in Cleo's bosom.
Still in soft tones, Spring Forest asked, "Then, why on Earth did you hit her?"
"Um... um..." Joy mumbled, like now, she did not know why herself. She finally got out, "Cleo is so strong, she may have hurt Alex..."
Recoiling just a bit at what must have struck Spring Forest as a dumb answer, she uttered, "Tch, tch, tch. Hm!"
Spring Forest continued, stern in words but soft in tone, "Sometimes Joy, your intelligence... seems no bigger than a fly's. Look at her now. Holding you so lovingly, so tenderly. Can you really see her hurting Alex?"
"No" Joy replied in a submissive tone, "Not normally. But..."
"But what?" Spring Forest urged, because Joy was hesitating too long.
"When I fist her, she really convulses bad", Joy said feebly.
Cleo ventured in, offering, "That's 'cause your fist feels so awfully, gigantically, powerfully good! You do a special magic on my cunt, Joy! It really, really feels super good!"
"Wow!" Spring Forest commented, "Such an endorsement! Makes me wanna get fisted by Joy, but alas, her fist couldn't even begin to get in my tiny cunt."
"Also, Joy", Cleo spoke up again, perhaps gaining confidence that Joy, now greatly tamed down by Spring Forest's stern presence, would not explode, described for the first time how it went... with me, out in the barn, thus "When Alex sexed with me, the only thing I did is lift him, by his butt, so his genital would go in me. Then I held him with my other arm, kinda like the back of a seat. Then, I let him do most of the humpin'..."
Finally, I had to jump into this "fray", adding, "It was I, not Cleo, that started the sex. I asked Cleo if I could feel her muscles. She resisted at first. But I felt over them, and kissed her tits and other things like that, and had a painful erection. Finally, Cleo just... let me in. She had to lift me. Her cunt is way over, even the tip, of my genital. That's all she did..."
"Why did your bikini get all torn up?" Joy asked, lifting her head from Cleo's bosom and speaking a little louder.
"I don't know. Just the... roughness of sex. She held me the whole time. Her big hand, like a seat. And my butt was flying back and forth while I dumped in her. That' probably what tore it up. When she orgasmed, she held me real tight, but nothing unusual. She rubbed her hands over me and things like that, you know, just the usual thing that happens when a couple orgasms."
"And", Cleo added, getting more confident, "because my cunt and hole are so big and deep, Alex's genital hardly got past my cunt-lips. He brought me to a slow, long lasting orgasm. They're much easier to control!"
At this point, I noticed Looking Snake crowding in, and, he had an erection to high heavens! It was throbbing, even. I turned to him and whispered, "My! Look at you! You want in that giant?"
"Oh YES!" he breathed, "And I want to fist her! Have you fisted her?"
"Joy won't let me", I replied.
"You see Joy?" Spring Forest began, "No danger at all. Your problem is your freakin' jealousy. I've always noted, through out the years that I have been with you, how you assess women that are well built, to see if they are bigger than you. Whether they are ballet dancers, or erotic dancers, you always want to know how tall they are. Seems like same size is okay, barely. But whoa! Let someone get bigger than you, and the sparks begin to fly.
I know, and... have messed around with sexually... I have fisted her and she's thumbed, or something, me, a gal that's six-feet-four, and around 220 pounds. She's an erotic dancer, and I sorta wanted her to train for ballet with me, but she wouldn't. But I knew better than to introduce her to you, Joy. I feared the explosion!"
"Is that the only woman you've met that's bigger than me?" Joy asked, lifting her head from Cleo's bosom. By the way, Joy's face had two red areas from the powerful slaps, one on each side! Spring Forest gave her a "one-two" punch... or slap, that is. Her face was also tear-streaked. Poor Joy. I felt sorry for her. But, Cleo was doing a good job in comforting her at the moment, so I did not interfere.
Spring Forest answered, "You see? You see!? 'Is that the only woman you've met that's bigger than me?'" Spring Forest said, repeating Joy's question in a mocking voice.
After a couple seconds of silence, Joy repeated, "Well, is she?"
Spring Forest blew a disgusted sigh, then replied, "Yes, Joy! She is the only woman I have ever met, other than Cleo here, that was bigger than you. She's a member of "The Kin". Good heavens. She has three bicycles, a velomobile, her house in the country is solar powered, and has got to be the worst dog-hater I have ever seen. When driving, whenever she sees a dog, a big one that is, she guns for it! Every time! She traps dogs on her property and kills them. Sometimes the trap kills them. They are like, bear traps, you know, the ones with the jaws. And she tells me with relish, how she will screech her bicycle to a stop to beat to death, with a mace that she showed me, any big dog that chases her. She's been in court with dog-owners. With her erotic dancing income, and I suspect, a wee bit of selective prostituting, she can afford top-notch lawyers, and has won every case. She's been through three of them."
"Good gosh!" Joy commented, and I did too.
Spring Forest continued, "She's tall, well muscled, has blue eyes, long, past-shoulder-length true-blond hair, and is aggressive. If she was here, she'd be sexing with Alex and Looking Snake right away. And no amount of your jealousy would stop her. I knew I better not ever let the two of you get together! World war three would start!"
"Does she... sex with Looking Snake?" Joy asked, sounding submissive.
"Every gosh darn time! First thing! I come to her house, or, if she visits me, Looking Snake is in her cunt within minutes. Then she demands a fisting from me. Her horniness is insatiable! She sexes with Looking Snake, gets me to fist her, then gets Looking Snake to fist her."
"Is she... gentle? With Looking Snake?"
"No. He generally gets bruised up a bit. But he loves it! He's tough and wiry. He can take it! And so can your Alex!"
"Gosh!" Joy commented, then laid her head back down on Cleo's bosom.
Spring Forest asserted, "Compared to that gal, Cleo here, is a kitten... no, a bunny. A mighty big one, perhaps, but, a bunny. She listens to ya, and obeys! Wow! All these muscles..." Spring Forest breathed, feeling over Cleo's huge upper-arm which was next to her, as she sat on the sofa. She felt over a huge, even though relaxed, biceps. Spring Forest continued, "All these muscles! And apparently, all under your control, Joy! You're lucky to have this lady!" Spring Forest breathed her name passionately, "Cleopatra..."
"But, everybody loves her muscles so much..." Joy pointed out.
"So do you!" Spring Forest replied, "Look at where you're laying... and enjoying it!"
Joy looked up to Cleo, as Cleo stroked Joy's hair, and, with Joy's head turned up, Cleo took that opportunity to plant some kisses on Joy's forehead."
"My GOSH! Joy!" Spring Forest insisted, "She's absolutely in love with you!"
Joy snuggled comfortable in Cleo's lap. I do believe, at that time, the message was getting through that blond head of hers. But Joy still had a little more of this... what I would call, almost man-like concerns over size, strength and ability to fight...
Without lifting her head, and laying comfortably in Cleo's lap, Joy asked, "Do ya think, I could take this woman on?"
"What do you mean, take her on?" Spring Forest asked, "You mean, as, in a fight?"
"Yes..." Joy replied, almost inaudible.
Spring Forest sighed again, went "Tch, tch, tch", then replied, "I sort of... Well, I've seen you get going at times, you can be pretty fierce. But, she is fierce too. Probably, both of you would really get beat up, enough to ruin your looks for a time. She still dances, by the way, so a fight with you would be bad for her dancing. But... I'm afraid... I have to tell ya... She, would probably win... a fight with you."
"HMPH!" Joy grumbled from Cleo's lap.
"I would protect you, sweet Joy" Cleo spoke up, finally, offering her input and protection. Cleo stroked Joy's hair and held Joy, with her other huge arm, protectively.
"You see Joy!?" Spring Forest responded, "Completely yours! Dedicated to ya! Yours to command! And, one hell of a body-guard!"
Knowing Joy, I presume she would have preferred that she could "take on" this other woman herself. But, resigned to the situation, Joy said nothing and instead, snuggled in Cleo's lap. Spring Forest had one more thing to point out...
"In fear of starting world war three with this woman remotely, I think I should stop talking about her", Spring Forest began, "But there is just one more thing I would like to stress... If she came here... If she came here, and I'm gonna see to it, that doesn't happen, but if she came here, other than wanting Alex in her cunt right away, after she emptied his balls, she'd want to have lady-sex fun with you Joy, for sure! If you weren't so g__-dam jealous, she'd love you to pieces!"
"Hmm" Joy went, contemplatively perhaps.
After some silence, with Looking Snake sitting on the floor beside me with a pounding erection, me fascinated, and Spring Forest feeling over Cleo's arm muscles, Cleo finally spoke up, almost timidly, with a question...
"I have tried to erotic dance", Cleo began, "But, the clubs and things want me only sometimes... 'cause I'm so big. They only want me for special shows and freak shows. I have even been in circuses", Cleo chuckled, then continued, "A six-feet-four, 220-pound woman seems a bit big. Wouldn't she, like me, be considered... a freak? Does she like, dance continuously? You see, I've told my sweety here", Cleo said as she stroked Joy's hair and patted her, "Although she is jealous of me, she is lucky to be her size. She is just big enough to have a commanding stage presence, yet, not so big as to be... considered freak material. I just wondered about... that 220 pound lady..."
"Hm!" Spring Forest replied, chuckling and interested, "An intelligent summation and question. Well, yes, I have actually seen her get turned away by some clubs for being just a little too big and amazonic for their wants. It depends on the manager. Interestingly, lady managers tend to hire big muscle women more often than male managers, but, not always. I would say, in conclusion, that this lady, lying somewhere between Joy and you, has indeed run into quite a few clubs that would not hire her because of her size. And, she told me, she has been on a couple local TV shows about unusual things, or things of interest. So yes, I would say, she is caught in an in-between-land of being more than a well built, athletic dancer like Joy, but less than an out and out, well, your word, freak."
Cleo quietly nodded her head.
After a few seconds, Spring Forest asked Looking Snake, "Snake, you wanna stick that in somebody?"
She was referring to his throbbing, erected genital.
"Mmmm" he could only say.
"You wanna..." Spring Forest grinned wryly, "Give this big gal a test drive? Or, should I say, a test-fuck?"
"Uh, well..." Looking Snake began, voice effected by libido, "Her, or you... or, Joy... Or Alex, but he never lets me..."
Spring Forest turned to Cleo, and grinning a mischievous grin, asked Cleo, "After you're done holding your lover there, do ya wanna let a small but eager gentleman into your... pleasure system?"
Cleo thought a few seconds, probably shy of wanting to express her desire for any man, with Joy, not only in her presence, but, in her lap. She finally ventured, "If... it is okay with you! And Joy..."
"It's fine with me!" Spring Forest replied heartily, "And Joy has no say over Looking Snake. He's my special fella!"
Cleo continued to hold Joy. After a few seconds, Cleo softly asked Joy, "Is it okay? Sweety? I won't, if you don't want me to..."
"Good grief!" sighed Spring Forest.
Joy finally lifted herself from Cleo's bosom. She offered, "Okay, big girl, if she doesn't mind, sure. I'll... get off and let ya..."
"Wow! You've got your mistress's permission, girl!" Spring Forest encouraged, and maybe a bit sarcastically, "Go for it!"
Joy finally got off Cleo's lap. Joy moved over and sat on the other side of Spring Forest. She snuggled close. Hesitantly, she put her arm around Spring Forest. Spring Forest smiled at Joy, and patted Joy's closest leg... and felt it over.
"Don't worry, silly", Spring Forest assured Joy, "You've got a great bod! Mmm, mmm! Hard, fit, always ready! And really strong! Your legs, the muscles feel like steel cables! A strong body indeed! It's a shame I can't say the same thing for your mind."
Joy smiled, hugged Spring Forest firmly and planted a kiss on the top of Spring Forest's head. The comment about Joy's mind did not seem to bother Joy.
I took this opportunity to jump into the "love Joy team" myself. With a small amount of sofa space left, I got up and squeezed between Joy and the sofa arm. Joy held my hand and leaned on me. Mmmm...
Cleo still sat on the sofa. Spring Forest encouraged, "Well, big lady, are ya gonna let him in ya? You wanna let him do ya right here? On the sofa?"
Cleo finally got up and stood. That left a lot of space on the sofa, which grated and creaked in relief of that weight. Spring Forest and Joy seemed to lower, as the sofa returned to it's "normal shape" upon the removal of Cleo's crushing weight.
Looking Snake wasted no time in approaching Cleo and feeling her up. His genital was absolutely steel-hard as it throbbed, several inches below Cleo's vagina. Like me, he would need a boost... or do it laying down or something.
"Do it in front of us, Cleo!" Spring Forest suggested.
"Do it in your room, if you want, Cleo sweety" Joy suggested, in a loving tone, "Or, that is, Spring Forest's bedroom."
"Oooo!" Spring Forest exclaimed, "You mean this big gal has been using my room? Great! I'll love having her as a room-mate! Wow!"
"So... you and Looking Snake will use the same bedroom?" Joy asked of Spring Forest.
"Sure!" Spring Forest enthusiastically replied.
"I could sleep somewhere else...", Cleo suggested.
"No way!", Spring Forest replied forcefully, "Sleep with me! I'll fist ya, and so will Looking Snake..."
Spring Forest's face lit up with a mischievous expression, as she then suggested, "You have an insatiable sex-hunger? We'll take care of that. Let Looking Snake sex ya, let Alex sex ya... if Jealous Joy will allow it, that is... Then, I'll fist ya, then Joy will, then Looking Snake will, and, if he dares, Alex will!"
That perv, Spring Forest, then turned to me and asked, "Have you ever fisted a lady before? I know you tried on Joy, but couldn't quite do it. And of course, no way on me. But that big gal would eat your fist and arm!"
"Uh..." I began, with voice gravely. I cleared my throat and said, "Okay... But one of you will have to show me that special fist..."
"I WILL!" chimed both Spring Forest and Looking Snake.
"Well, what about it, Snake?" Spring Forest asked, "You gonna stand there, in pain? Or are ya gonna drill that gal out?"
By this time, Cleo's mighty bosom was heaving, and copious whitish secretions were forming around her vagina. I guess Cleo could not stand it any more.
In front of us, Cleo treated Looking Snake to the same "lift" she treated me. She cupped Looking Snake's hard, brown butt, decorated in that delicate snow-white mesh, and with no strain at all, lifted him up. Her other arm hugged him, forming the "seat-back", so he would not fall... and Cleo just wanted to ram him in good, both in her vagina, and in between her huge breasts. Immediately, Looking Snake began furious humping. Cleo groaned, loudly, and huffed and blew.
"WOO-HOO!" Spring Forest shouted, "Show time!"
Spring Forest turned to Joy and said, "Now look at that, dumb girl! I'm letting Looking Snake sex with Cleo! He's way smaller than Alex. Snake! Drill her good! Show that big gal what you're made of!"
Looking Snake blew up within seconds in Cleo's big hole, with a lot of hollering from ecstasy, and kept humping. He just shot from his first ejaculation to continued humping with no stop. He was more furious than I was... Well, that is almost always the case with Looking Snake. He does NOT hold back. He always goes "full power". That is one reason I do not let him in my butt. He promises he would be gentle, but, no way am I ready for anything like that. Call me prude, but, that is something I just can not get in to. I'll let him do it in my crotch, but that is it.
Like with me, Cleo orgasmed while standing, ramming Looking Snake as far as he could go with her hand cupping his hard, muscle-flexing butt. She got pretty furious with her humping, and grasping and pushing at Looking Snake's butt. I worried if he might get hurt. But, like me, maybe more than me, Looking Snake is incredibly wiry-strong. His entire body, though smallish and slim, is one writhing bundle of pure muscles.
Looking Snake's capacity for sex amazes me too. He ejaculated a second time, and kept humping. Cleo had a second orgasm, followed on the heels by Looking Snake's third ejaculation! Man! Finally, he had enough.
Cleo held him up for a while, eeking every drop of pleasure from her two orgasms. At last, Cleo gently let him down. "Whoo! Man!" Cleo exclaimed.
Looking Snake's bikini was totally wasted. When Cleo let go of him, and he sort of stumbled away, the torn threads of what was left of his bikini, fell to the floor, leaving him nude. Not that he minds at all.
Believe it or not, despite what you have read in this account, I tend to be shy of wearing brief clothing, and especially, total nudity. Many times, Joy had begged or even demanded, I go nude. But I always drift back to, at least a g-string, or a bikini. Joy finally gave up, years ago. My dressing habit in private and now, especially, on this farm way out in the south Missouri boonies, is to dress in g-string or bikini in warm weather. In cooling weather, I will add a tank-top, then sleeveless, then short-sleeve t-shirts. Cooler still, and I finally wear "street clothes".
But, when I leave the farm, I go to street clothes right away, even in summer. Joy opposes this. With a lot of cajoling, Joy finally got me to at least wear a tank-top or similar, with long pants. But, like an object responding to gravity, as soon as Joy stops demanding, I "drop" back to long pants and long-sleeved shirt "street clothes", for going to town or whatever.
But not Looking Snake! That guy... I'm telling you... He would go naked in town if the law allowed it.
Spring Forest commands him to wear a bikini with mesh back when traveling in their motor-home. I guess she fears other drivers might see him through the motor-home's windows. By the way, Spring Forest always drives. Looking Snake is almost too small to operate the large controls of the motor-home. So when traveling, he lounges around or pesters Spring Forest for sex. They both say, they stop at every rest-area on the interstate to sex.
Though small and slim, Looking Snake has an absolutely gorgeous body. Yes, I know, I must sound gay. But if you saw him, you would have to agree. He is one-hundred-percent muscle. Though small, his muscles are like real slender steel cables. (Spring Forest just said Joy's leg muscles are like steel cables; those would be heavier gauge steel-cables, of course!) Looking Snake has beautiful cocoa-brown skin, midnight black hair cut "salad-bowel" style (like The Beatles, or like Moe of The Three Stooges). He always wears snow-white g-strings or bikinis, usually with mesh rear, and they contrast dramatically with his brown skin. I wish I had his color.
I feel that my body is not bad either; at least, Joy, Spring Forest, Cleo and other ladies that Joy brings home all say it's great, but I just do not have the guts to parade around public, scantily dressed. Joy sure does! And so does Cleo. Spring Forest always wears that "trade mark" long dress which is split all the way to her waist. But, there's no underwear!
In recent years and decade, Spring Forest has become great at analyzing people. She is the one that got Joy to give up on making me wear brief clothing in public. "He just plain has not the confidence, the devonair, to show himself" she explained, speaking of me, "he hunches over, he becomes withdrawn; it is obvious. And people see it. And that begs ridiculing jokes. Let him wear his dweeb clothes...". She calls them "dweeb clothes". Oh well. So indeed, I do not have the confidence...
But Looking Snake sure does!
On the farm, he often just goes nude. Screw the clothes. And he gladly goes scantily dressed in public. Spring Forest must regulate him. When we go out, Spring Forest orders that Looking Snake must minimally wear a bikini with solid, not mesh, rear. Sometimes she convinces him to wear a very skimpy, revealing, sort of like, athletic shorts. They expose all his legs and a little bit of butt. He might wear a tank-top, white, of course. Man, he is a knock-out. And he displays it well. He is always of good posture, no sign of shyness at all, and he meets people's gaze with a confident acknowledgment. It is not uncommon, for a lady to come up to him and... hang around us... or out and out begin talking with him. Spring Forest tolerates most of this. But she has a threatening stare that discourages women she disapproves of. Generally, Spring Forest is always on the look out for new members of "The Kin".
Well, sorry for the diversion.
Anyway, so Looking Snake's torn up bikini fell to the ground, he did not care, and just huffed, "Oh G__! That felt GOOD!!!" Then he merely strolled away to the bathroom to clean up a bit. He came back, nude, sat beside Spring Forest, put his head on her shoulder and fell asleep.
"Your turn, Alex!" Spring Forest announced to me, as huge Cleo came strolling from the kitchen, having just wiped herself off a little. Cleo smiled shyly at me, then looked toward Joy...
I replied, playing dumb perhaps, "My turn... to fist?"
"No! Ya yutz!" Spring Forest replied teasingly, "To drill her pussy! Sex her brains out! Show no mercy!"
I looked at Cleo. Man! She was ready!
The perv Spring Forest continued, "I'll fist her after you sex her. I show ya how to fist. And when I fist her, I wanna see redness around her hole from your furious sex! Understand!?"
I looked at Joy. I was developing an erection, not only from that kind of talk, but from what I had already seen. Joy had her arm around Spring Forest. Her hand, on the other side of Spring Forest from her, stroked a bit of Looking Snake's hair, since his head was laying right on Spring Forest's shoulder, just under Joy's hand. Joy looked tense, but, resigned.
"What are ya looking at her for!?" Spring Forest demanded, "She's okay with it!"
Spring Forest turned to Joy and asked, "Aren't ya?"
"Uh..." Joy uttered.
"Come on! You just saw my guy sex the 'zon'" (short for amazon, I would presume) "and he came through it okay! And your Alex is much bigger than him!"
Poor Joy had no choice. She had to comply. After being brought to her knees by two powerful slaps from the sweety she now had her arm around, opposing this aggressive perv would be futile!
" okay " Joy softly, and maybe reluctantly, replied.
"Good girl, sweety!" Spring Forest congratulated Joy, patting Joy's hard thigh, "You'll crush that jealousy! And your sweety is in no danger. Cleo's careful. See? And, we'll watch. Ooo! Will we ever watch! If Cleo harms Alex, I'll personally beat her up! Okay!?"
Joy giggled, grinned big and replied, "Okay".
Though normally, little Spring Forest could not even lift Cleo's arm, I kind of suspect, just maybe, that pint-sized fire-cracker could beat Cleo up! Let's just say, I would not be too surprised.
Well, in front of the big brown eyes of Spring Forest, and the watchful green eyes of Joy, I stepped up to that breast-heaving leviathan. And... up I went, lifted by Cleo's powerful, butt grabbing, lifting hand, to ram as much of my dick as possible up her hungry hole. Mmmm, those holes always feel so dam good!
Well, it went very similar to that day in the barn, only longer. I gushed, and Cleo kept ramming me in. I did not think I could do it, but my dick, after softening a bit, became hard again. I was totally engulfed in Cleo. I was up off the floor, and huge expanses of brown skin were around me. Her big hand acted as saddle for my butt, a huge arm held me tight, and I was rammed and pinned between her giant boobs. My butt vigorously thrust back and forth upon her hand as I gushed into Cleo again. She held me up, tight, as she orgasmed too... a third time. Because it took me longer to gush than Looking Snake, Cleo had "time" for three orgasms.
There was no bikini to tear up this time, because I was in a g-string. My bare butt took the beating from Cleo's hand, and that was, even, after Looking Snake's smack, earlier. But I did not feel anything except ecstatic! Oooo! That was cool, sexing Cleo like that, while being held so high!
My genital had enough. It had already gushed a couple times in Joy, earlier in the morning. Cleo held me tight for a while, eeking out all the pleasure from her orgasms. She finally, gently, set me down.
Cleo's huge brown breast was heaving, as she panted from the activity. She raised a huge, muscle-bulging arm to wipe some sweat off her brow. "WHEW! I'm enjoying this guys! Are y'all gonna fist me now?"
Spring Forest got up saying, "After Alex's wimpy sex, I suppose you do need some fisting."
"Wimpy sex?" Joy, gently I might add, echoed, in protest of Spring Forest's description of my sex.
"Alex is so much bigger than Snake!" Spring Forest exclaimed, "You saw Snake pound her! Alex should have absolutely wore this big lady out! Let me see if her hole is blistered..."
Spring Forest peered under Cleo's soaked crotch while Cleo stood there, allowing the "inspection".
"Spread 'em, girl!" Spring Forest ordered Cleo, to spread her legs.
Cleo spread her muscular legs way out. Cleo grinned mischievously. Spring Forest bent over and examined Cleo's hole...
"No blisters!" Spring Forest announced, "Not even redness!"
Spring Forest stood up and said to Joy, "Girl! You've gotta train your man to show no mercy!"
"He does great in me!" Joy asserted, "I love the way he sexes!"
"For you!" Spring Forest replied, "But he needs to go, I mean, absolute full power on this big gal!"
Finally, Cleo spoke up in defense of my "performance", "I like the way he sexes too. He brings me to long lasting, gentle orgasms, and gives me more time too. I orgasmed three times with him. Looking Snake gave me time for only two."
"Okay, okay, old ladies!" Spring Forest teased, "So you two like mildness. I'll take my little man's ferocious beatings on my cunt, any day!"
By now, Looking Snake had woke up, and was developing an erection. He tapped Spring Forest on her shoulder, and requested, "May I sex ya, and beat your cunt, now?"
"Mmmm Mmmm!" Spring Forest cooed, "Like, YES! You most certainly may!"
Spring Forest stood up, away from Joy's embracing arm, and wiggled, seductively I might add, out of her long, split dress. Nude, Spring Forest lay on the floor, in front of us, and let Looking Snake in...
And go in, he did! Looking Snake got over Spring Forest, and rammed his dick in her like he was trying to pile-drive it, or something. She began moaning in ecstasy and seemed to have an orgasm in only a few seconds. Looking Snake was still nude. His bare, brown little butt absolutely flew, furiously thrusting back and forth while he pounded Spring Forest with all his might. She actually was pushed along the floor, requiring Looking Snake to readjust his position over her, so he could keep "topping" her out. While Joy and Cleo, both with their hands at their crotch, and I watched, but from a further distance while I backed up a bit, both Spring Forest and Looking Snake yelled and screamed in ecstasy of several orgasms each. Finally, Looking Snake's butt slowed down and he more or less, laid on top of her.
Finally, at Spring Forest's urging, Looking Snake sleepily got off Spring Forest, and slumped on the sofa. He soon slept.
Spring Forest stood up, and stretched, displaying well developed legs and fit, but not large, muscles in her arms, and exclaimed, "OOHH! MAN! Now that was a fuck! Oooo! And a relief too! I haven't sexed since early this morning!"
"Is your cunt blistered?" Cleo asked, grinning mischievously.
"Nah!" Spring Forest replied, "Shit! I'm used to it!"
"Wow!" Cleo expressed.
"Okay, big lady!" Spring Forest continued, "You ready for a fistin'?"
"Oh YES!" Cleo breathed.
"Alrighty, Mighty!" Spring Forest agreed, calling Cleo "mighty", "I'll go first, then Joy. Joy's fist is bigger than mine. So, I don't wanna follow her, 'cause your hole will have gotten her big fist. So far, we've gone from smallest, Looking Snake's dick, to a little larger with Alex, larger still with my fist, and we'll save biggest for last, with Joy's fist. How's that? That oughta hold ya for a while!"
"Mmmm! Yes! Yes!" Cleo exclaimed, breathless.
As she does for Joy, Spring Forest remained nude for fisting, because she does not want vaginal secretions on her nice clothes.
Cleo got on the floor, on her hands and knees, and presented her big brown butt, hole drenched in secretions, to an eager Spring Forest. Spring Forest formed that special fist, and plowed it in! Cleo began screaming in pleasure immediately. Spring Forest held on to Cleo's big muscle butt with one tiny hand, and thrust with the other. Her entire fist and forearm, past her elbow, could go in Cleo's cave before hitting the "top". Good heavens!
Spring Forest brought Cleo to no less than four screaming orgasms. Each time, she convulsed a bit, making it difficult for Spring Forest to hold on to Cleo's thrusting butt.
"Alright!" Spring Forest announced, pulling her arm out slowly, "My arm's tired. Your orgasms are spreading out. I think you're close to enough. Now, let Joy pound ya!"
Spring Forest turned to Joy and barked, "Joy! Your turn!"
As Spring Forest took her vaginal-secretion-drenched arm to the kitchen to clean, Joy, with great delight, took up the position behind Cleo's huge butt. Secretions were rolling out of Cleo's hole, and dripping profusely onto a puddle on the floor. Joy eased her fist in, and copious secretions squished out. Cleo's giant hole easily swallowed Joy's fist and forearm, almost to her elbow. Remember, that is no small arm. Joy has fairly biggish "Farmer's" hands, and a well developed forearm. Remember, Joy has 14 inch biceps, and the rest of her arm and hand, is well proportioned to her biceps.
Spring Forest hurried back in, still nude, and sat on the sofa to watch with her big brown eyes. She had to get Looking Snake to lay his head in her lap because he was sprawled out upon the smallish sofa, taking up most of it's length.
Spring Forest breathed, "Wow! That deep!", referring to the apparent depth of Cleo's heavy-duty cunt and hole.
Indeed, Joy offers Cleo blasting orgasms, that causes Cleo to loose control. Because the sofa was occupied by a now, stretched out Looking Snake and Spring Forest, Cleo used her extended arms to support her front. Usually, when Joy fists her, Cleo leans on the sofa, on her elbows. When Cleo orgasmed, the intensity of those orgasms caused Cleo's arms to sometimes collapse, dropping her head-end down. Then she would scramble back up, with difficulty, only to collapse again, later.
Joy just kept ramming it in. There's no limit to a fisting, except when the arm grows tired. And Joy's strong arm kept at it, until Cleo had five orgasms. Spring Forest had cleaned her arm, and had come back, and sat on the sofa and watched. Cleo's fifth orgasm took a while to happen.
At last, Cleo breathlessly huffed, "Okay, okay, sweet sugar! I've had enough. You can pull it out, now..."
Joy eased her arm out amongst Cleo's secretions. Joy's arm was drenched.
"Wow!" Spring Forest exclaimed, "An actual puddle has formed on the floor of her juice! Wow!"
Spring Forest directed a question at Cleo, "Well, big lady! Have you really had enough?"
"Mmmm" Cleo moaned in ecstasy of gratification, "Yesss..."
"Way to go, Joy!" Spring Forest congratulated, "You've stomped your jealousy, and treated this big, sweet gal to a scrumptious meal of your love, something she sorely needed!"
"Stupid jealousy of mine has been causing no end of trouble", Joy replied, actually panting from the vigorous fisting she gave Cleo, "But it's out the door! That nasty will never get between Cleo and me again!"
"YES!" Spring Forest heartily agreed.
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