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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.




