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From: Jack C Lipton <jcl@penrij.uucp.jtan.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Ecstatic Cling [05/12] Joanie (rom MF oral slow hyp mc preg bond(light) public)
Date: Fri, 13 Jun 2003 06:10:05 -0400
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Author: Jack C Lipton <cupasoup@softhome.net>
Title: Ecstatic Cling: Joanie
Part: 05/12
Universe: Ecstatic Cling
Summary: Marital Issues get resolved the "hard" way
Keywords: rom MF oral slow hyp mc preg bond(light) public
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		      Ecstatic Cling
		    Night  5:   Joanie

		     by Jack C Lipton

To say that I was anxious given the fifth woman to be in my
arms was married to a certifiable control freak (who seemed
to be seriously thick-headed) would understate the case.  He
was also seriously well-muscled though his masculinity was
not as impressive.

Joanie seemed nice if a bit understated.  She was well built
though which didn't help my sense of sexual adequacy.  I
half expected her to laugh at me.  Her husband had done his
best to pick a woman to show off like a trophy.  In terms
of her physique you could not get much better.

Well, our initial cleansing session sure shook me of many of
my fears, Joanie responded exceptionally well to my tongue.
When we switched places her skills at fellatio were quite
exceptional and I was being turned inside-out by my spasms.
Her decision to show it on her tongue before swallowing it
was an immense lift to me and I wasn't as squeamish as I
expected when she kissed me afterwards.  My previous lovers
had softened up my reluctance to taste my own product with
their saliva.

We were soon working on getting the dining room set up and
I learned that Joanie was as good as Beth at working with me
so I was having a very good time with her while we were
working.  We shared a lot of ourselves as we talked over the
job and I was already getting very spoiled by her.  She was
bright, energetic and cheerful, quite a lift to me.

Dinner tonight was Pizza.  It was good, though.  I wondered
how much skill it took to make the dough, or did we cheat?

A few words about Pizza for those who have no clue of what
New Yorker's know almost instinctively.  There is a set of
"optimal" ratios between sauce, cheese, oil and spices.  The
dough also needs certain characteristics.  Pizza is normally
rated on a "days" system;  a New Yorker won't call something
"Pizza" until a certain number of days elapse from the last
time he had New York pizza.

This stuff was in the 3-5 day range for Pizza;  After a
minimum of three days after eating a NY Pizza I'd be willing
to call it that.  Needless to say that nobody's figured out
how many days it would take for either Pizza Hut or Dominoes
to taste like a "Pizza" to a New Yorker, but it's thought to
exceed the human lifespan by a fair margin, and may need to
use the multiple life-time scale of the extensions made to
copyright.

So we had pizza which is an awkward food to eat in the best
of circumstances and had to be careful to not drip hot oil
or very hot sauce on our bodies as we consumed this.

We used our joined hands holding the crust and our free
hands to protect ourselves from any spills, alternating our
bites.  I'd not tried to encourage the "position" that many
others had already assumed because I still felt some fear of
this woman.

She looked around after we kissed, smiled at me, "All right,
Jack, I understand you're not pressuring me, but sometimes I
want to be sought after.  Ask me..."

I kissed her, and "Joanie, would you be pleased to be much
closer to me?"

She kissed me again before answering, "Try a little more...
assertive, OK?"

"Joanie, I would like to make love to you while we eat."

She smiled, kissed me again, "That's better, but we need to
work on being assertive.  It's good enough that..." I found
her impaled on my erect manhood, spasming as she worked
herself onto me.

Fully seated on my member I felt the rhythmic clasping of
her vagina on my member, I could tell that it wasn't due to
an orgasm but she was working at it.  This was bothering me.

"Joanie, please don't work too hard on me, all right?  I
want to eat with you, I want you to be happy.  I want to
please you.  So..."

She stopped her rhythmic contractions, smiled brightly at
me, and we went to work on the next piece in perfect
harmony.  We worked our way through the slice and often
stopped to kiss, which seemed to be her cue to squeeze me
some more.

We managed to finish our meal, and she went into squeezing
me almost continuously, starting to pant.  I wasn't far
behind her, never having felt this kind of attention before.

I didn't recall her screaming before, but, after she
climaxed I followed, then her spasms got that much harder
as she screamed out her secondary climax and I felt some odd
sensations on me as I sprayed my seed deep into her.

After I came down she was still spasming on me and I touched
and kissed her as she calmed down.

Joanie hadn't been the loudest but she'd certainly cum like
a freight train.  I'd enjoyed this a lot.

We finally cleaned up the dining room as the others went off
to their own chores.  We did a bit of talking and she wasn't
shy about discussing what we'd done sexually.  She told me
that while she liked the opportunity to be more aggressive
sexually, she felt that I needed to show more aggression
sexually myself.  "You're not a nobody, Jack.  I've looked
you over before, and I've seen others look at you.  You're
not Tom Cruise but, well, your personality and attention to
me makes up for a lot.  And I'm getting spoiled by it, too."

I stopped for a moment with the vacuum cleaner and asked
"Why?  Don't you have men looking you over and trying to
give you attention?"  I turned off the vacuum so it'd be
easier for me to hear.

She sighed, "Yes, it's true, but most of them merely want to
use my body for their own pleasure, not for me to use their
body for *my* pleasure.  Even my husband is like that.  So I
tended to get a little reluctant but...  there's only so
much reluctance he'll allow me to show."

Oh.  She must not've had it easy with him.  I pulled her to
me, into an embrace, and wrapped my free arm around her back
and rocked her as she rested her head on my shoulder.  "Take
it easy, Joanie, take it easy.  You're a good woman, bright,
smart, sensitive..."

I could feel her silent tears running down my naked chest.
I was getting a lot of hurting women suddenly, and I felt
too much of their pain.  Oh, to be as insensitive as Helen
claims me to be...

I scratched her back a bit, rubbing her spine between her
neck and lower back, alternating the scratching and rubbing
to relax her.

She seemed to be comfortable again, no sign of suppressed
sobs shaking her body, when she said, "I guess it's been
tough for you, hasn't it?  Having women crying on your
shoulder like this..."

I couldn't help but sigh, since her recovery and change of
mood lifted my heart instantly.  "I like it when you stop
crying.  The pain stops.  I ... don't like to see someone
hurting without wanting to help."

She showed her tear-streaked face to me, brightening as she
smiled at me and we came together for a kiss.

I'd had some kisses before but few really lingered.  This
kiss lingered, phasing in and out, as I followed her lead in
acting, using my tongue, suction, rotation...

We released this kiss, my eyes must've been wide.  "Hmmmm...
that was good, Jack.  I could tell you weren't used to that
so I'm pleased you were a fast learner.  Good.  I like that
in a man.  You were good learning how to please me with your
tongue in the shower before, so you're a pretty good catch.
I saw your enthusiasm the first day and was looking forward
to trying you out..."

"Uh...  I don't understand."

"You will, we'll talk later tonight.  Anyway, let's finish
up so we can get to tonight's discussion.  If they're going
to talk about me, or you, I think we should be there."

I nodded and we went back to working on the dining room.

We got to the lobby as the last to arrive, just before the
required time.  We ended up sitting next to Bill and Alice,
greeting each other as we slid onto the couch.

Ruth opened up the meeting with "I think at dinner we were
able to tell who's ovulating today.  It looks like both
Belle and Joanie may be ready to reproduce.  Was it better
today?"

Joanie smiled and nodded, as did Belle.  I could see a dark
cloud forming over Carl, who announced that if anyone was
going to impregnate his wife, it should be him.

Ruth turned to him and cut him down: "With what?  We tested
your semen, Carl, and you're sterile.  If your wife expects
to have any children, it won't be through you.  And don't
forget that Jack, here, is likely to be raising Bill's baby.
So there's not much point to blustering like that."

The air went out of Carl and he just deflated, almost going
completely limp.  I don't think I've ever seen a bigger man
almost vanish.

"We can't really account for your sterility.  From your
medical history, you should be fine."

"Uh, well, I've been using steroids to build up my muscles.
So..."

I'm sure I looked pretty pole-axed.  Joanie didn't look all
that surprised though.

Ruth then called out:  "Show of hands, folks, who else has
used or continues to use steroids?"

We already knew about Carl.  The other control freak,
Walter, put up his hand, as did Roy, Jeff and even Claude.
All were men who preferred to be in control.

Ruth added, "Ah, so that explains a lot and confirms the
suspicions I had.  Boys, you're all sterile.  Sorry.  And
it's funny that steroid use doesn't lead to sterility that
often.  This might explain, Roy, why you and Sandi couldn't
get pregnant despite trying for so long."

If there was anything that could raise my sense of anxiety,
well, this was it.  I was obviously fertile so Joanie could
conceive from my delivery earlier.

Ruth turned to me, "Jack, how do you like the idea of being
the one to get Joanie pregnant?"

My face must've told the story.  Joanie looked at me, saw
my expression, and seemed upset, which cut into me like a
knife.  So, to clear up the issue, I answered with "I would
*love* to make a baby with her but I'd prefer not to have
Carl eviscerate me."

"Oh, I'm pretty sure that won't be a problem.  John, you're
probably the lucky man for Belle's eggs, so, how do you feel
about this?"

He was looking at her closely and went, loud enough for us
to hear, "mmmmmmmmm" which we took to be a sign of his
enthusiasm.

The subject soon drifted.  I looked over Carl and Walter and
noted they were pretty much wilted, along with the others.
It also looked like there was a correlation between steroid
use and, well, lack of dick size.

On our way to shower for the night, Joanie told me that she
would prefer to not suck me off after the shower but that we
should practice planting a baby as soon as we got to the
bed.

Like I'm going to disagree.  It was also strange to realize
that Joanie was a more strong-willed woman than expected,
given how much of a control freak her husband was.  I asked
her about it on the way to my assigned guest room and she
told me "Well, Carl wanted someone smart and, well, tough.
Looking back, I'd suspect it was because he wanted to know
he beat me down.  Of course I act good and intimidated for
him but there's only so far I'll go with it, and he know the
limits.  So now you need to be careful of me-" she finished
as she threw me onto the bed and mounted me.  "I want what
I want right now, and you're just the man to give it to me,
right, Jack?"

I nodded.  This aggressive woman was doing her best to get
me to cum in her wet and very active pussy and I was doing
my best to slam into her as deep as possible.  The scream
she made when we came together was exciting to hear and it
did wonders for my own sense of masculinity.

As we floated in the post-orgasmic daze, she finally
adjusted herself with her butt in the air on her knees,
which intrigued me.  At my look she told me "I want to keep
your sperm around my cervix as long as possible.  If I could
get it all in my womb I would."

"Uhhh, Joanie, I'm flattered and all that, but...  why are
you so enthusiastic about getting pregnant?  And especially
by me?  I'm not like, well, as handsome as your husband,
you know."

She had a contented look on her face as she answered, "Well,
you're both blonde and have a lot of the same basic colors,
so, except for the fine detail of facial features, a baby by
you will look enough like his.  On top of that, I've wanted
a baby for two years now and we were having marital problems
because I wanted us to have fertility tests.  Well, I got
tested because he thought it was my problem.  He was so sure
he wasn't the problem when it came to infertility, well, it
looks like he got his wake-up call."

It wasn't long before we were spooning and fading into a
gentle slumber.

In the morning I could have sworn that I had dreamt of
sliding together with her but when I awoke I realized that
my morning wood was well and truly embedded in her, and it
wasn't the slick feeling any more.  I woke just before the
phone rang so, with an incredible amount of stretching, I
made sure the wake-up call was dealt with at the first hint
of ringing.

It still awakened her enough, and she pushed back against
me, but we were too dry together.  I kissed the back of her
neck and her shoulder, she moaned and lifted her right leg
and asked me to get my right hand down there to play with
her, which I did.

It wasn't long before she was good and wet so we could pull
apart to drain our bladders.  She pressed and we repeated
Dawn's little water-sports discovery and, once rinsed, we
fucked each others brains out, delivering yet another load
of semen to the entrance of her womb.

Exercising with her was interesting since she was in much
better condition than I was, but she admitted that she had
to keep up her body for her husband.

The weight bench that had seen such a heavy workout so far
was still there, but another ... thing stood nearby.  Ruth
introduced it as the "Luv Seat" which was designed to allow
for more positional variations.  She and Leon demonstrated
how the seat could be used which certainly gave us all some
new ideas.

Joanie and I played with it a bit and found it useful so I
could pump into her while standing, allowing for stronger
thrusts.

As always, having an exceptionally orgasmic woman cumming
early and often on one's dick is an incredible rush.  If
Helen and I didn't get back together, I knew more about my
own capabilities sexually so I would be able to cope.

Our morning shower together was pleasant though we didn't
try much.  She was very good with the razor (I looked around
and saw that all of the women's skills had come up) and I'd
finally paid attention to the missing muffs.  Joanie's muff
was missing before she was partnered with me so she did not
need any further attention.

But I gave her a fair amount of attention anyway.  I might
not be able to rise to the occasion but she could at least
get a nice orgasm from this session.

Breakfast was nice with pancakes and ... syrup.  It was even
the real thing.  So applying it to Joanie's nipples was,
well, irresistible.  I was soon licking away, we weren't
even in penetration position, and she was moaning.  It sure
seemed like our example was, well, irresistible for the
others, so we soon heard more women moaning as their current
partners used the syrup as a prop.  Of course having the
syrup applied to my chest wasn't as exciting though her
attention to my own nipples was not something I would've
wanted to miss.

This mornings group discussion showed a tape of Joanie
impaling herself on me in the middle of the night and I
slept most of the way through which explained why I'd
"remembered dreaming".  I got kidded for obviously grunting
in my sleep as the taped assignation showed her climaxing
on my dick.  We then saw her fade back to sleep, me still
firmly embedded in her channel.

The next tape showed Belle and John going at it with Belle
finally screaming as she encouraged John to give her a baby.

We didn't get much of a lecture before Ruth stopped and
asked "Is everybody as sticky as I am?"

She got quite a reply, so we all adjourned to the showers
and each of us got rinsed before returning to the lobby.

Ruth looked cheerful, "Using syrup like that is a nice idea
but we really should have let you rinse off before our group
meeting here.  Next time we give you stuff like that we'll
have to do that."

We got back into discussing our emotional situations for the
rest of the meeting.  I was glad again to not be anywhere
near the center of attention.

While cleaning the three guest rooms we were assigned today
Joanie and I were working well together that I went a little
further in physically teasing her by cupping a breast, the
boldest move I have ever made.  She turned to me, looked
down at my erection (which had occasionally brushed her body
given how close we were working together) and asked "So,
Jack, what do you want to do?"

I was daunted and figured that my face had that deer in the
headlights look because she looked at my face and smiled at
me, adding "At this point you can tell me..."

"Joanie, let's use this bed before we change the sheets,
OK?"

"And what do you want to use the bed FOR, Jack?"  There was
a twinkle in her eyes, she must be very amused.  My own
discomfort had not faded, however.

Hesitantly, because I've had no real experience taking the
initiative, "Well... Uh... I... want... to make... love...
to you."

"Sounds good to me, how do you want me?"

I laid her out, spread her legs and started to lick her and
soon found my right ear being pulled, "Get up here, I don't
need your tongue right now, can't you tell?"

So I crawled up her body and slid my member into her very
wet and slippery cunt, slamming it home.  She moaned, which
made me start to throb.  She was already milking me again as
I started to slam her hard and we both came quickly, my load
splashing against the gates to her womb.

I was kissing her as we came down from our peaks.  She'd
wrapped her legs around my hips to hold me in place and was
squeezing me with them, which kept my dick stimulated.

I have absolutely no idea how I retained an erection but it
remained, having only softened a little bit but I could feel
it growing again.  This was completely new to me and we were
soon gently working each other up to another orgasm, though
she got to have more than three waiting for my prostate to
get ready to fire again.  Her heels and her moans were most
helpful in letting me know what her preferences were and I
did my best to follow through, stroking into her spasming
core through her orgasms before finally I could feel myself
cum into this receptive woman.

We'd calmed down quite a bit, feeling wonderfully languid,
before we saw that we'd need to hustle to catch up with our
schedule.  We hustled to finish this room and we discussed
our tryst.

"Jack, I know you're pretty insecure so you wait for a woman
to make the first move, and I know you need that to feel
wanted and desired, but don't be afraid to be more sexually
aggressive at times.  We women need to feel desired too and
your laid-back approach might be all right at times but,
when I'm ready, I'm ready and I'll roll onto my back should
you push me to.  I'm sure some others will feel the same
way, too."

I looked at her, "Are you really sure?  How can I tell?"

"When we're naked like this, look at my pussy, for instance,
you can tell my lips are wet and swollen and my nipples are
erect."

"Yes, but nudity isn't common, and it could be just the air
conditioning that gives a woman stiff nipples..."

"So, when you get home with Helen, be nudists in your own
home.  I'm starting to like this myself, too."

I nodded as we left the finished room and headed to our next
task, prepping lunch.  As we walked to the kitchen I thought
over the nudity and realized that I was far less self
conscious about my exposure now.  The shock treatment of the
first day and the sudden shifts had made any of my body
modesty small potatoes so I hadn't even considered how odd
going naked all the time really was.

At the kitchen I noticed that Joanie had a line of my semen
running down her thigh and offered to wipe it off but she
shook her head, adding, "It feels weird and I should wipe it
off, but it also feels good knowing it's yours, marking me.
Weird, huh?"

I agreed, adding "Yeah, like I was marking my territory,"
and pulled her to me and kissed her.

Lunch was cold-cuts and bread and I realized that food must
be getting delivered since the bread was fresh.  The thought
that we could escape flitted in and right back out.  I did
not want to leave.  I'd get my wife back and we'd figure out
where to go from there.

Lunch was interesting, considering that my dick was quite
dead for now.  We sat close and fed each other tenderly and
I took the initiative more often to pull her face to me for
a kiss.  She smiled happily each time and would also take
the initiative to kiss me, too.

After helping clean up after lunch, we went to the psych (or
hypnosis) appointment where I finally asked what they were
doing to me.

"Just getting you to think about things.  We're not making
any real changes, just sit there, Jack, Joanie, relax and
take a deep breath...

I woke up with a headset on, heard someone say something I
couldn't hear clearly and went back down to some place I was
warm and comfortable.  I went through some more waking and
dozing cycles before I was completely awakened, my headset
being removed, along with Joanie's.  We were soon sent on
our way to clean the lobby.  We weren't real fast because I
kept pulling Joanie into a hug but she also pulled me into a
hug more than once.

I'd also regained my erection so decided I'd take the
initiative, "Joanie, willing to put on a show with me?  And
how would you like us to be?"

She nodded, laid out on the floor, pulling me down, and then
spread her legs, my eyes taking in the very wet vulva and
her stiff nipples so I slid into her welcoming pussy.  We
held together for a bit, me kissing her, before I started
stroking her with my dick.

Considering how drained I was not long before, it took me a
while to work up a load for her, but her response was like
being in a porn flick, her sounding like she was having a
long string or orgasms.  Only through the sensations coming
from where we were joined confirmed that she was, indeed,
multi-orgasmic.

I'd learned a lot this week and knew that orgasmic women did
really exist despite my history with Helen who only seemed
able to cum via cunnilingus (and a lot of it).

Joanie and I floated in our aftermath with the group
discussion going around us, rousing from our lassitude when
it came time to change partners.

Within five minutes I had my fright.  June was my new
partner.  June, the aggressive certifiable control freak.  I
was doomed.

			End Ch 05

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