Message-ID: <44910asstr$1066864205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031022041614.46483.qmail@web20508.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2003 21:16:14 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} John Carter III 04 (mf mmf ffm ff mm sci-fi) Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2003 19:10:05 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? The New Yahoo! Shopping - with improved product search http://shopping.yahoo.com <1st attachment, "Crossroad04.txt" begin> DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes without the consent of the author. John Carter By Lazlo Zalezak Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezak, 2003 Part 3: Robes of Acumen Chapter 4 Slowly, Ling eased herself down on John's cock. A shudder of excitement went through her body as his cock filled her cunt. She leaned forward and kissed Kelly while Kelly rubbed her cunt on John's mouth. The women caressed each others breasts with tenderness and love. They each knew how the other liked to be touched. John was busy licking Kelly's cunt as it dripped nectar into his mouth. He was overwhelmed by the sensations. He enjoyed performing oral sex so much that he could almost orgasm from the act. The sensations of Ling moving up and down on his cock was going to throw him over the edge very quickly. He reached down and rubbed her clit. Ling started screaming into Kelly's mouth as she came. That triggered Kelly's orgasm. The sudden flood of fluid in his mouth and the contractions of the cunt on his cock drove John over the edge. His cum poured into Ling for the third time that day. John collapsed as Ling and Kelly slowly moved off him. Ling lay one her back with her legs spread wide. Kelly moved between her legs and started to eat the cum out of Ling's cunt. Ling was moaning and was soon moving toward another orgasm. Kelly really started to work over Ling's cunt with her tongue, fucking her passage with fast staccato beats. John watched as Ling came again, intimidated by her stamina and desire. Finally, Kelly moved off Ling and took a deep breath to recover from her exertions. John lay staring at the ceiling. Even Ling seemed sated for the moment. John and Kelly each put an arm around Ling. Sated and happy, John fell asleep from his rough workout. Ling and Kelly slipped out of the room careful not to wake John. Once the door was closed behind them, Ling stated, "My God, I thought we'd never wear him out. I wonder how Beth is doing with Ed." Kelly laughed as she suggested, "Well, you might need to join them. Ed's got just as much stamina as John." Ling got a look of horror on her face. She cried, "My poor pussy can't take another pounding." "Don't worry, let's just wait for a minute and see if she comes out." Beth exited Ed's room and walked over to them laughing. "I can hardly walk! That man had energy today." Ling asked, "Tell me again why we are doing it this way rather than sending them somewhere?" "You can't lie to Ed." Beth stated, "Let's get dressed. I want to meet all of these ladies. I'm curious who they are." Not quite believing what she had been told earlier, Kelly asked, "Are you sure that the message was that these women were coming here to ask us if they can sleep with them?" Ling was confident that she knew who they were. She answered, "That's what Cathy said. It would appear that our husbands are very popular men." The three women quickly dressed. They headed to the formal dining room only to find five women there. Beth and Kelly stopped at the doorway staring at the women seated around the table. Marguerite had set the table for tea, with real teacups, a teapot, and British style scones. Neither of the women noticed the table setting. Beth stated, "Shirley? Mary? Maria? Maria? Rosa?" Kelly put her hand to her mouth, exclaiming, " All of you?" Shirley answered, "Well, Mary and I don't really attend any more. Others have stopped coming for some reason. Let's see, Ann and Sherry, stopped coming." Kelly asked, "How many different women have attended?" Shirley thought about it for a minute and then answered, "Probably about twenty women all told." "And they all want to sleep with John?" "Oh yes." "And most of them want to sleep with Ed?" "Well, Karla and I don't really know Ed," replied Mary. Beth looked at Mary with her mouth open. Beth knew who Karla was and couldn't believe it. Anyone that visited John's room knew the only décor on the walls were the pictures Karla had done of him. She asked, "Karla?" The Maria that lived next door to John, stated, "You have no idea what he has done for us. He saved my son's life. He's paying my son's way through school. Did you know that even the men in town are treating us better? My husband talks to me now when he comes home from work." The Maria that owned the restaurant, added, "Do you know that couples now come to my restaurant and spend the evening talking to each other? John, he does great things. He convinced me that people would order delivery and my business has increased by twenty-five percent. I was about to loose the my restaurant and now it is making money." Rosa stated, "They both just turn me on. When I serve them, they look at my eyes and not at my breasts. They see Rosa the person, not Rosa the one with big breasts. I feel like a real human being when he's talking to me." Shirley added, "I would have to say that almost every woman that either of them meets, ends up wanting to sleep with them. I know it sounds strange, but it's true." Beth asked, "How does John act?" Shirley laughed at the question. She answered, "He's completely oblivious. The other day a woman was really coming on to him in the bar. She was telling him how lonely she was and how much she would like to have a good man in her life. He was telling her how she could find one." Ling giggled as she concurred, "Sounds like him." "Neither one of them has a clue." Mary added, "Karla has had a crush on him forever. She's dating David now, but she'll never commit to him until she gets John out of her system." Kelly frowned at the mental image. She knew it would hurt John to learn that. She said, "That's so sad." Beth decided to clarify the purpose of the meeting, "So all of you are asking us if we would let you sleep with John and Ed?" Rosa answered, "Exactly." Beth frowned as she asked, "Why are you asking us?" Shirley stated, "Because that is the only way it is ever going to happen. You have to tell them it is okay. Believe me, we are not trying to steal them away from you." Kelly growled, "Wait a minute. Do you really expect us to let all of you sleep with our husbands?" Maria stated, "Ever since John was my next door neighbor, I have respected his relationships with women. First, it was Betsy. Then it was Beth. Then it was Beth and Kelly. Then it was Beth, Kelly, and all of the help here. Now, it is Beth, Kelly, Ling, and all of the help here. I ask myself, when will it be my turn?" Beth and Kelly looked at each other. Their eyes said that neither one wanted to answer that it would never be her turn. On the other hand, they didn't want to lead her on. Kelly countered, "What about your husband?" Maria answered, "My husband knows and accepts my desire. We are looking to open our marriage to other possibilities. We realized that our marriage was not working the way that it was. We have talked many days about this topic and we know what we want." Beth asked, "Why do you want to sleep with him?" "I know that he respects me as a person. I want to know that he appreciates me as a woman as well. His opinion is important to me." Kelly was about to reply when Ed walked into the room. He saw everyone around the table. All conversation stopped as everyone turned to look at Ed. He suddenly felt like a bacterium under a microscope. Nervously he said, "Hello Ladies. I didn't mean to interrupt your visit." The ladies shyly answered, "Hello, Ed." Ed noticed that Kelly and Beth were looking a little nervous at his presence. He wondered if he had done something wrong. He stepped back, "Things seem a little tense in here. Is there a problem that I can help you with?" Kelly requested, "Please Ed. Would you mind leaving us alone. It's girl talk time." Ed grinned at the standard line to get the guy out of the room. He replied, "No problem. Ladies, I hope that John and I get a chance to visit a little before you go. We'd be so disappointed not to have a chance to talk to each of you. We seldom get to see Mary. We never get to see Maria, Rosa, or Shirley outside of the work environment. We'd love to hear more about Jose's school plans from Maria." Beth noticed Ed's manner in dealing with the women. He let them know that he felt each was important. No wonder they wanted to sleep with their men. She answered, "We'll see. Now run along and play with John." "Bye ladies." Ed turned and left the room. He hummed to himself as he left. He went off in search of John. Beth turned to Kelly and Ling. None of them had missed Ed's effect on the women in the room. She stated, "I think we need to talk before we can make any decisions." Mary turned to Beth and laid a hand on her hand. There were tears in her eyes. She begged, "I was fifteen years old when I was in a fire. As I stood there screaming in pain, this man comes in, picks me up, and carries me out of the fire. He was like a wizard as he strode through the flames with his staff held high lighting his way. Later, as I lay in the hospital I saw myself in the mirror. I knew at that moment, that I was no longer pretty. It was clear that no one would ever look at me and say that I was a pretty girl. I wanted to die. Then he came in the room. After talking to him for five minutes, he gave me hope. I knew after talking to him that one day I would be loved by someone. I knew that I was already loved by someone. I wasn't a hideous creature that had to hide itself from the world. Almost every time I've masturbated, it was he that I fantasized making love to me and erasing all of my scars. I know that in reality the scars on my face will never go away, but I hope that the scars inside me will evaporate." "Karla is a very pretty young lady. She was in the hospital when he was burned. He came in the room with a bunch of wounded kids and returned their childhood to them. He played games and read to them. Karla was drawing as a way to occupy her time. He praised her art and requested pictures. I've never seen them, but I know that they weren't very good. Yet, he made her feel special. She grew up never worrying about being ugly, she knew that he was out there and that he cared about her." Beth and Kelly both understood about burn patients. They had each treated more than one and each knew the horrors the patients faced. Many of the horrors were emotional and the knowledge that John had minimized the damage to those women touched them deeply. Both of them had tears running down their cheeks. Mary continued, "Give us our chance to thank him and complete our healing. You can't take that away from us. We are not the only ones that he has healed. Each woman in here has wounds that he has healed. Just because you can't see them doesn't mean they don't exist. They too, deserve their chance to thank him and complete their healing." Ling had broken down into tears and was sobbing quietly by herself. She felt guilty that she had been taken into the clan, when these other women deserved him more than she did. She looked around the room and could see the impact that Mary's words had on everyone. Mary stood and stated, "We will leave now and give you a chance to think about it. Please give our regards to John and Ed both. Let him know that we were sorry that we couldn't stay." Mary went to the door. The other women stood up and followed her, leaving Beth, Kelly, and Ling alone at the table. The three women were in a state of shock. Mary's words had made them small and possessive. Kelly invited Beth and Ling to her room for a drink. John and Ed sat in the hot tub talking about recent events. The incorporation of Ling into the marriage had been rather smooth. They were a little confused by Ann's behavior the past few times they had dealt with her. They were supposed to go to Ann's house for dinner the coming Friday. Her suggestion that they wear nothing was not exactly what they had expected from her. John speculated that she had some sort of breakdown. Ed countered that maybe something or some one had shown her that there were other ways to live. He offered that Marguerite might be responsible. Cathy entered the poolroom and went to the hot tub. She knelt down next to John and stated, "John, I just receive a call from a woman in Austin. She said that she's the daughter of Mrs. South." John turned to look at Cathy with apprehension. Concerned, he asked, "Is Mrs. South okay?" Cathy frowned and tried to put it delicately, "I'm afraid that she passed away this morning." John took a deep breath. He stated, "Okay, please arrange a jet to take me there as soon as possible. I'll need a rental car while I'm there. I'll be traveling alone. Let Ann know that I will not be able to attend her dinner and that I will make it up to her at an appropriate time. Let the wives know that I'll be leaving soon." Ed put his hand on John's shoulder. In a sad voice, he said, "I'm sorry to hear that she passed away. I didn't really know her, but I know that you were very fond of her." John nodded his appreciation. He answered, "Thank you Ed. We were friends for a long time. I will miss her, but she had a long and happy life." Ed stated, "You had better get packed." John replied, "I know." John stood up and got out of the hot tub. He dried himself off and went to his room to pack. He put a couple of his robes into his backpack along with some boxer shorts and socks. He dressed in a robe and put on his leather boots. He retrieved his cloak and walking stick. He was ready to travel. He went to Cathy's office. She was sitting behind her desk talking on the telephone to someone. He waited until she finished her conversation. He asked, "Do you have the telephone number for her house?" She checked her rolodex and confirmed, "Yes. It's right here." John was silent for a moment and then stated, "I'll be staying there for the funeral." "Check." "Where are my wives?" Cathy looked embarrassed for a minute. She dodged the question by answering, "I'm afraid that they are rather indisposed at the moment. They'll call you tonight." "What's the matter?" Cathy stated, "I promised that I wouldn't say." Ed came in the room. He turned to John and explained, "Beth and Kelly are drunk as skunks. They're in Ling's bathroom making frequent offerings to the porcelain god. Ling is taking care of them." John stated, "When you find out what their problem is, please let me know." Ed answered, "Of course, I'll question them a little later. I'm sure that I'll be able to get the whole story out of them." Cathy interrupted, "Bob is waiting for you with the car. He'll take you to the airport." John turned to both of them and waved goodbye. He headed out to the car with a heavy heart concerning his loss and his worries about his wives. Something bad must have happened today for them to get in that condition. Hours later, John sat in the living room with Liz, Mrs. South's daughter. She stated, "When Mr. Jenson had his stroke last month, she asked me to come over here." John interrupted, "He had a stroke? How come nobody told me." "She didn't want you to know. They had talked about what they would do in case either one of them had a major medical problem. Neither one of them wanted you disturbed by their health. They knew that you would spend a fortune on them and that at their age, it wouldn't be of much use." "Sounds like them." Liz returned to her earlier topic, "Anyway, when I came over that afternoon we sat here and talked about what I should do when she passed away. She had set aside a box of stuff that she wanted you to have. I will admit that I was a little shocked when I saw that it contained pictures of her. She said that you would understand." John's look conveyed that he did understand. He told her, "She was so proud of those pictures. She and Betsy used to look through them all the time. I have only seen a couple of them." Liz looked at him oddly, but continued. "She also gave me a letter to give to you. I put it in the box with the pictures." John looked around the house. He remembered the good times that he had there with Betsy, Mrs. South, and Mr. Jenson. With Mrs. South's passing, it seemed like a vital spirit had left the house. In a way, her death had cut the emotional connection to Austin that brought him back here so many times in the past. He sighed sadly. "She made me promise to ask you for a favor. Would you give the eulogy at her funeral?" John humbly answered, "I would be most honored." Liz continued, "There is one last thing. She wanted you to be able to use the house whenever you were here. She said this was as much your home, as it was hers." John stated, "Liz, I think that would be a financial hardship for you and your family. I thought she would make a request like that. Please, sell the house or rent it out, however you see fit. Do not worry about me." Liz smiled at his generosity in thinking of her needs at this time. "Thank you." John continued, "You have two boys in college and one about to go there next year. Am I right?" "Yes, you are." "I have set up a fund to pay their tuition and basic living expenses for them. You are the administrator of it. It is my hope that they continue to get their spending money by working their part-time jobs." Liz's eyes misted at the unexpected generosity. She asked, "why are you doing this?" "I was going to do it when they first entered college, but Mrs. South made me promise not to do it while she was alive. She wanted to contribute as much as she could to their education." John looked at the picture of Mrs. South on the wall. "I kept my promise. I know that she was sending you my rent money every month to help cover the cost of the tuition." Liz smiled at her memory of her mother's actions. She added, "She was so proud of that." John nodded his agreement. "Yes she was. We talked while I was living here, back when I was going to school about one thing. She repeated it several times since then." "What's that?" "It's rather personal and I know you will not like what I'm about to say," stated John. He took a deep breath. "Your mother was a very liberated woman. She always felt that you were missing some of the greatest things in life by your conservative ways. She hoped, that after she died that you would go to either a nudist club or a swing party just once for her." Liz cried into her hands. Weeping, she stated, "She was always after me to do that." John stated, "I know and I understand why she was that way." "Can you explain it to me?" "Is there any little thing that you do to relax, that's special just for you? Maybe you take a nice quiet bubble bath with a glass of wine. Maybe you like to lie in the sun on those nice warm days that are not too hot or too cold. Everyone has something." Liz nodded as she said, "Yes, there is something like that." John asked, "When you see someone who is tired or worn out from life, do you recommend that they do what you do?" "Sure." "For your mother, there was nothing better than having raw no- holds barred sex. For her, sex was her five o'clock glass of wine that she used to unwind. She never understood why you didn't enjoy it half as much as she did." John paused. "She hoped that if you relaxed once, that you would understand her source of her greatest pleasure." Liz asked, "Do you think I should do that?" John asked, "Why are you asking me?" "Because you know about this kind of stuff." His medallions felt warm on his chest as John replied, "I'll tell you what I think you should do. You should go home to your husband and talk with him. Tomorrow, if he's agreeable, come back here with him. I will hang a very transparent cloth between the living room and the dining room. I'll turn off all the lights in the living room. You and your husband can go in the dining room where all of the lights will be on. Strip and make love. You won't know if I'm in the living room watching you or in my bedroom taking a nap. You will either love it or hate it. I can't say which, but it will be the easiest test for you and your husband. I must warn you, your husband is liable to like it a lot." Liz frowned as she thought about it. Uncertain, she asked, "I won't know if you're watching?" "That's right. I think your mother would appreciate the tension that it would provide." John thought about the number of times that he had found Mrs. South and Mr. Jenson in various compromising positions. He added, "You are at a crossroad in your life and have a decision to make. You can do as I suggest and understand your mother or continue as you have and never understand her. Go home and think about it." When Liz had left, John opened the box she had given him. He went through the pictures of a very young Mrs. South, one at a time. She had been a beautiful woman when she was younger. You could tell from the pictures that she wasn't nervous about being naked in front of the camera. She was posed in very erotic positions in some pictures. Other pictures were action shots of her with various men and women. In all of them, she was smiling and happy. John sat back understanding the generosity of the gift that she had shared with him. She had given him a glimpse into the happiest times of her life. The envelope sat in the box demanding his attention. He reached over and picked it up. His name was scribbled on the outside. He opened it and removed the letter from it. With a sigh, he opened the letter and started to read it. Dearest John, I have considered you my son ever since the day you moved into the house. I am proud of all that you have accomplished. You are the best of all men that I have met. You are gracious, without being condescending. You treat all people, even the homeless, as equals. To those without hope, you give them a tomorrow. For those that are down on their luck, you restore the dignity of life. All who meet you, become better people for having met you. I thank God everyday for allowing me to know you. You brought such happiness into my life. At one time, I had thought I would leave my house to you, but you have no need for it. Instead, I am leaving my pictures to you. They are my most cherished possessions. They remind me of my youth, but they also capture my spirit that I have kept to this day. I know that when I reach heaven, my past lovers will be waiting to have a great orgy to celebrate my arrival. I will watch over you to the best of my ability. I know you need little in material goods. If you suddenly start getting many women coming to you for erotic adventures, you'll know I'm there. I'm kidding of course, but you never know. I am not worried about my daughter, I know that you will watch over her and my grandsons. You taught my grandsons to play in ways that my daughter and her husband couldn't. They will be okay. I know that and I know that you will make sure they get through college. I wish that she had a chance to experience the aspects of life that I enjoyed most. It was tough for her growing up. I was forty when I gave birth to her. I can imagine how she must have felt to have someone that looked more like a grandmother than a mother attending school functions. She even told people that I was her grandmother at times, but grandmothers don't act as I did. It is my dearest hope that you will get her to understand me a little better. I can't give you any advice, but I've noticed that you are very adept at figuring out exactly the right thing to say and do. If I know you, her life is going to undergo major changes. Maybe you can accomplish what I could not. You would think that a woman who has seen nine decades of life would be able to pass on great lessons of life to a young man. However, you know so much already that I can't think of much to tell you. Love the people around you. Let them love you. The greatest gift you can give someone is the chance to give of their self. The only thing you don't know is how to recognize when a person wants to give himself or herself to you. I wish you a long and healthy life. I guess my wish means little besides the blessing of your Gods and Goddesses, but I hope it helps. Love, Victoria South John read the letter twice. It had a tendency to ramble, but he recognized the true message that she had wanted to tell him. He knew that it must be hard to sit down and write a letter for someone to read only after you've died. He stayed there for a while thinking about the letter and then went to bed. Lying in bed, he thought about the medallion and the words upon it. He was beginning to understand it. On the side that showed a picture of a vagina were the words, "Choices To Make." On the side that showed a cock were the words, "To Make A Choice." He fell asleep to the realization that he had become the crossroad in other people's lives. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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