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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by
sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading
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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.
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