1 comments/ 10353 views/ 4 favorites Encounters with John Wayne By: surober1 Diana Maitland was an assistant to a movie studio executive in early 1954. They had just secured a movie deal with one of the biggest stars at that time, John Wayne. She had been assigned to give him a tour of the studio lot, and had no idea that this would turn into the most romantic and erotic adventure of her life. She had always liked John Wayne as an actor, but felt that sometimes his romantic scenes were not as hot as some of the others. He seemed like such a "powerful" and sexy man to her, but that didn't always translate into some of his romantic screen personas, and she sometimes wondered why. She also knew from reading stories about him in the entertainment papers, that he lived his life like a lot of his movie characters; as a rough, tough, hard-drinking, and outspoken, opinionated man—a real man's man. And, although he never outwardly appeared so in public, she had a feeling that he was a red-blooded ladies' man as well, but his type of charm might not appeal to most "ladies." But he would certainly be able to charm the pants off of her...she laughed to herself as she thought just how true that was! She had heard that he recently divorced his second wife and wondered what had caused the breakup...but, then, she knew the tumultuous life of Hollywood stars usually did not make for ideal marriages. Still, she felt he deserved to find happiness with a woman who could truly appreciate his many fine qualities. She had been looking forward to this day ever since her boss told her about the assignment, but the day did not start as she had hoped. When she entered the office of her boss, the executive producer, he introduced her to John Wayne by saying, "Mr. Wayne, this is your tour guide, my assistant, Miss Maitland." She did not look directly at him until her boss had finished the introduction. When she first entered, she was afraid to look his way, because she didn't want him to see the effort it was taking for her to remain composed in his presence, which had almost overwhelmed her from the moment she opened the door. She did manage to notice that he seemed even taller than he appeared on screen, and that he was dressed casually in light trousers with a matching jacket, and a loose collared shirt. When she finally looked up at him, the expression on his face confused her because he looked almost..."startled"...it was the only word she could think of to describe what she thought she saw. But it lasted only for a second or two and then his expression became stony. He said a quick "hello" and then mumbled, "Please excuse us for just a moment," as he took her boss aside to speak privately. She got the feeling that maybe he was disappointed in their choice of her as his tour guide, and he was probably asking her boss to assign someone else (she was partly right, though not for the reason she thought!). She knew she wasn't what most people would consider a typical beauty, but she wasn't exactly plain, either. She had tried to dress as would be expected; a conservative length, flowing skirt and a fitted blouse of lightweight material, with medium heeled sandal shoes, but no stockings since it was a warm day and the tour would be mostly outside. Well, if John Wayne felt she wasn't good enough to be his tour guide, then maybe she had misjudged his character as that of a powerful, yet honorable and kind, man. The day did not start as John Wayne had expected, either. When the producer told him that a young woman was going to be his guide, all he could think was, "Great, another young starlet who's going to flirt with me all day to try to get herself a part in the movie." It certainly wouldn't be the first time he'd had to put up with that scenario. Since news of his second divorce had come out, he was getting tired of trying to fend off women who wanted either to just sleep with him in hopes of getting a part in one of his movies, or to be the next Mrs. John Wayne. He was just about to ask the man to please find someone else, when there was a knock on the door and the producer said, "Here she is, right on time." When Wayne looked at the young woman who opened the door and entered, he nearly jerked as if he had been punched in the gut, which was a good description of his immediate physical reaction to her. Never had any woman affected him in such a way the very second he saw her. But this...girl (he realized she looked very young as she got closer) seemed to have all the physical attributes that he had been fantasizing about lately as his "perfect woman." She had one of the most naturally lovely faces he had ever seen (he noticed she wore very little makeup) framed by wavy, thick, golden blonde, shoulder-length hair; deep-set, sparkling, blue-gray eyes with sparse lashes (he'd had enough of the doe-eyed starlets always batting their thick lashes at him); a small, nicely shaped nose and a lovely, bow-shaped mouth with soft lips that looked perfect for kissing. She wore just a tinge of color on her lips and cheeks, and he could see that was all the enhancement her face needed. She was short; just over 5 feet, but not so small that he was afraid he would crush her if he hugged her too tightly. She had a voluptuous, curvy body; full breasts that looked slightly too large for her short frame (oh, how he loved big tits!), a medium waist and softly rounded hips that were not quite wide enough to balance her over-large chest. He liked a woman to have a little more meat on her bones—he loved the feeling of soft flesh under his hands as he caressed their body. The skinny starlets he sometimes had to work with did not help him to make those love scenes believable. This girl's legs weren't very long and were mostly covered by her knee-length, flowing skirt, but her calves were nicely toned, and he imagined her thighs to be very shapely. Suddenly, the image of him holding her with her legs wrapped around his waist while he lowered her onto his already hard, aching cock came to mind, which startled him even further...just as she turned to look up into his face. He was stunned for a couple seconds, then noticed that she was looking at him with a strange expression, and he realized she must have seen what he thought was written all over his face. He instantly put on his usual scowl and mumbled hello to her, and then excused himself saying he needed to speak with the producer just so he could move away from her long enough to compose himself. He had no idea what to say to the producer, other than to ask him if she was the only person available to give him the tour. When the producer asked him if he would not be happy with Miss Maitland, Wayne immediately said, "No, it's just that..." he stopped himself; he couldn't tell the producer that he didn't trust himself to be alone with this young woman because he might drag her off somewhere and fuck her brains out! (He preferred more intelligent women so he could literally "fuck their brains out"—he considered that a testament to his ability to physically please a woman). So, he would just have to figure out how to control himself around this...girl, and the only thing he could come up with was to try to convince himself that she was just way too young for him. "I'll just make myself think of her as a 'little girl'—like a daughter or a niece--yeah, right, like that's going to work!" he thought to himself. But he had to try...so he told the producer that it would be fine and he was sure she would be adequate (what an understatement!). When they finished their conversation, Wayne grabbed a glass and poured a drink of water from a pitcher on a nearby table to try to cool off and calm his nerves. Meanwhile, he heard Diana's boss instructing her to "give Mr. Wayne a complete tour of the facilities and then assist him with anything else he needs." Diana and the producer both turned to look at John Wayne as he nearly choked while taking a drink of water. She asked him if he was OK, and all he could do was nod in the affirmative. This was going to be harder than he thought (not to mention his dick!). When they walked into the hall to begin the tour, he said, "Lead the way, little girl," in his low, gravelly voice that she had always found so sexy. The way he said "little girl" made her nerves tingle, but she wasn't sure if it was just her body's response to his nearness or something else she thought she detected in his voice. He had called her "little girl" on purpose trying to make it sound disdainful so she would get the idea that flirting with him would do her no good. As she led him around the studio lot, she began to feel that he was annoyed with her for some reason, constantly referring to her as a "little girl," even though his tone of voice still sent tingles down her spine despite his complaints. But she couldn't imagine why he would be angry with her since she had kept the tour as short as possible, showing him only the areas that he would need to know, and doing her best to behave in a professional manner. He was annoyed because he was following behind her watching every move of her shapely body, and he couldn't find any way to get the images of what he wanted to do to her out of his mind. And he certainly couldn't blame her, because she had not flirted with him in the least, so he figured she had gotten his message. Still, he was so caught up in an image at that moment that he didn't realize she had stopped and turned around to face him, and he ran right into her. His arms automatically came up around her to keep from knocking her down, which caused their bodies to be crushed up against each other. She nearly gasped out loud as she felt the bulge of his hard dick pressed against her lower abdomen, causing her already damp pussy to flood with wetness. Her eyes flew to his face, and the look of raw need she saw in his eyes nearly made her explode into orgasm. She had stopped and turned to face him to ask him why he kept calling her "little girl," when she suddenly realized that was not how he was thinking of her at all. He saw it on her face; he knew the look of a woman who was about to cum. He had failed in his attempt to hide her affect on him and, incredibly, she seemed as mesmerized by him. Then he saw the color on her cheeks and lips deepen with her excitement, and he realized it was not makeup—it was her natural blush, and it further enhanced her beauty. He could feel her large, soft breasts crushed against his lower chest, and his dick throbbed in response. He quickly stepped back from her, dragging in deep breaths, trying to calm down, and she was taking small gasps of air, willing the tingling in her pussy to go away. All they could do was stare at each other, both trying to deal with the overwhelming feelings of lust and passion flowing between them. He spoke first, his voice shaking from the torrent of emotions coursing through his body, "I've never met a woman who caused such an immediate feeling of...lust to come over me the second I laid eyes on her, except you...and you are so young." That last statement came out as a low, gravelly moan. She responded softly with, "I'm probably not as young as you think. I'm 28 years old, and I'm also not as inexperienced as you may think." Now he looked confused, so she smiled slightly and commented, "I think you've been calling me 'little girl' trying to convince yourself that I'm probably a virgin and too young to be seduced by a dirty old man like you. Am I close?" He gave a soft chuckle, and grinned at her correct appraisal of his thoughts, and said, "I can see you are a little older and wiser than I first thought, but you're still young enough to be my daughter. Ohh," he moaned, as he turned aside so she wouldn't see the strained look on his face as he fought the urge to go against his better judgment and just do what he now knew they both wanted. It was getting harder (namely his dick—which he didn't think could get any harder!) to resist that urge. She could see the incredible restraint he was using and, correctly assumed, that he was not going to make a move; he was more honorable than she had given him credit for. But she also knew that even an honorable man could withstand only so much. And if he was feeling just half of what she had seen in his eyes, she was sure she would be able to convince him that they could have one of the most incredible experiences of their lives if he would just let himself think of her as a woman who felt exactly the same as he. She moved to him, put her left hand on his cheek and turned his face to her, then looked straight into his eyes and said, "I am a grown woman who has always admired you, both as an actor and as a man. Granted, I have based most of my judgment of your character from your on-screen portrayals and from what I've read in the industry bios about you, and, for the most part, I am finding I am right. "I have always seen you as powerful and sexy, but I feel that part of you has been held back in some of your love scenes, though I haven't yet figured out why, but I hope to soon. You are also honorable and kind, as you have been showing me with your determined resistance to my 'charms' because you think you would be taking advantage of me. If that is the case, please don't hold back on me or you will make me feel as if I am taking advantage of you, because I want you more than any man I have ever seen or met, or probably ever will again in my life." She had watched his face as she made her speech and could see that he was intrigued with her appraisal of him, and softening to her plea to not deny them what they both wanted. As she continued to watch his face, she brought her right hand up to caress his cheek then trailed it down his neck, down his hard chest, over his stomach to his waist. She saw the desire in his eyes increasing as she moved her hand downward. She hesitated slightly and then continued the path of her hand down the front of his trousers and caressed up and down his hard shaft, which felt incredibly thick. The look in eyes instantly changed from desire to raw hunger, and her eyes widened as she started to gauge the size of his cock. Suddenly, he closed his eyes and moaned, then grabbed her hand holding it still and squeezing slightly, then gently moved her hand away. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes and groaned, "Careful, little girl, it wouldn't take much of that to make me cum and I don't want it to be over too quickly." She responded huskily, "Who says you're only going to cum once?" His eyes widened in surprise, his dick twitched in his pants, and he could only stammer, "Now look, little girl, you may see me as a powerful, sexy man, and though I would also like to think of myself that way, I am 46 years old and this is not exactly the prime of my life! I just don't want to disappoint you!" She smiled widely at him, and said, "Oh, there is no way you could ever disappoint me, because you strike me as the type of man who likes to make sure that he fully satisfies a woman before he satisfies himself, am I right?" He could only stare at her and think, "Damn, she may be young but she certainly seems to know me." Then she said, "I think I have a way that I can prove to you that you will not disappoint me. Do you want to know how?" she asked suggestively. With a look of curiosity on his face, he could only nod yes. The lack of blood in his brain seemed to be affecting his ability to speak. She took his hand and said, "Follow me." Then she led him around the corner of the building they had been standing in front of to a dead-end alley. She knew this would be a relatively safe place since no one was using this section of the lot at the moment, so there was no reason for anyone else to be around. She moved them toward the end of the alley and turned to face him, leaning up against the wall to her left and to his right and then told him what she wanted. She wanted him, without touching her at all, to lean down and just whisper in her ear what he wanted to do to her. He looked confused and said, "I don't understand." She said softly, "I guarantee that you just telling me what you want to do to me will make me cum." He jerked in surprise; he had never made a woman cum by just talking to her. One woman he had been with in the past said she would get more turned on if he said "dirty" things to her while they fucked, so he did and it seemed to work, but most of the women he'd been with (especially his wives) just seemed too prudish for that. Hell, it had taken him awhile to figure out how to pleasure his ex-wives because they had been raised as "nice catholic girls" and they were uncomfortable with their sexuality. They were both Hispanic, and he had gotten the impression that most Hispanic people had a better appreciation of passion and sex. He fell in love with them, and then saw their inexperience as a challenge, hoping he could show them how to enjoy sex as much as he did. But even after he got to where he could bring them to orgasm every time he made love to them, still neither one of them wanted to have sex as often as he did. That was one of the problems that led to the breakup of both his marriages, but not because he was unfaithful to them. And now, here was a young woman possessing all the physical attributes that he had started to desire lately, who seemed very comfortable with her sexuality, and she seemed to be testing his. He stared intently at her and could see the look of challenge in her eyes...oh, she was turning out to be far better than even he could've imagined in his fantasies! All right, he would take her challenge, but he wanted proof that she was not just a really good actress in disguise and could fake an orgasm. So he said, "All right, little girl, I'll do what you want. But I want proof that you're not faking it. So how do we handle that?" She thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "I have the perfect solution. I'm going to take my panties off under my skirt, lift the edge of my skirt to one side, and you will put your right hand just in front of my crotch, but no touching until you get my signal." At the questioning look in his eyes, she continued. "Usually when I'm just about to cum, I say 'oh God,' and that will be your signal to put your hand between my legs and you will feel that I'm not faking." He was almost trembling from the thought of touching her pussy, so he had to calm down and concentrate on what he was going to say to make her cum. But he had to ask her something that he wasn't quite sure how to phrase, so he cleared his throat and said, "Um, what kind of 'talk' works best for you? More romantic descriptions or...dirtier language?" Softly she said, "Well, I like it all, but the dirtier the language, the faster I'll cum, so it depends on how long you want this little experiment to take!" He started taking deep slow breaths to try to remain calm as his dick was getting painfully hard and throbbing from just thinking of what was about to happen. He closed his eyes for a moment as she bent over slightly to remove her underpants and lift a section of her skirt; he was afraid that even the slightest glimpse of her pussy at this point would make him cum in his pants without even touching her or saying a word. He was also afraid that voicing his images of what he wanted to do to her would make him cum as well. But at least it would be a mutual orgasm, if she really was telling him the truth. She whispered, "I'm ready." He opened his eyes and looked into her beautiful face. She was holding the edge of her skirt in her left hand and with her right hand, she took his right hand and pulled it toward her so that it was positioned directly in front of her crotch. He could almost feel the heat radiating from between her legs, and he growled deep in his throat from the effort it was taking him to not grab her, pin her against the wall and fuck her brains out as he had been longing to do since the second he saw her (he had noted that she did, indeed, have brains—his fantasy was truly fulfilled!). But with the state he was in at that moment, he knew he probably wouldn't even get his big dick into her hot, little pussy before he shot his load. Suddenly, he knew this would probably be all he'd have to tell her and it would hopefully make her cum as quickly as he felt he was going to. So he started... Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 02 John Wayne, big Hollywood superstar, looked like he had just been scared out of his wits if anyone had caught a glimpse of the front of his pants...it looked like he'd wet himself; well, technically he had! Diana Maitland did her best to make herself look presentable again, using her underpants to wipe the wet cum from between her thighs. As she was about to put them back on, Wayne grabbed her panties from her hand and said, "Uh uh, little girl, those are mine now," and brought them up to his nose to inhale her scent, which was also still on his fingers. She watched him close his eyes as he smelled her panties and his fingers, and she felt her pussy begin to tingle again, making her gasp lightly. Then the thought struck her that it certainly hadn't taken long for him to "charm the pants (or in this case, panties) off her!" But then, she realized that he didn't have to "charm" her into anything—she would do whatever he wanted, all he had to do was ask. He opened his eyes and looked right into hers, and then continued, "You smell so good; I hope I will get to taste you as well!" Then he stuffed her panties into his jacket pocket and buttoned his jacket to hide the wet spot on the front of his pants and the fact that his dick was already starting to get hard again from her scent and the thought of licking her...this was getting...ri'dick'ulous!" Incredibly, she noticed that his dick was beginning to bulge in his pants again, and the tingling in her pussy was turning into throbs. They both looked at each other and saw their mutual desires growing again, so he grabbed her hand and said, "Come on, little girl, we have to get somewhere private before we end up arrested for public lewdness!" He told her they were going to his hotel room. Neither of them was sure how long it would take for them to get over this incredible lust for each other, but they were going to enjoy finding out. They quickly made their way through the studio lot to his car. They jumped in, he started it and squealed the tires as he took off in his haste to get away quickly before anyone came by and saw the two of them leaving together. The last thing he wanted was for some newshound to catch sight of them and start spreading the story that John Wayne was seen with a mysterious young woman; everyone would immediately start speculating whether or not they were lovers, and he did not want to publicly compromise her in any way (although privately, he was going to compromise her in every way she would allow!). As they were approaching the front gate of the studio, he saw a group of reporters and photographers from all the entertainment weeklies that usually hung around just to catch sight of the comings and goings of stars to and from the studio. So he told her to crouch down in the floor as they passed by so she wouldn't be seen. She winced slightly as the thought struck her that maybe he was embarrassed to be seen with her, but she did as he asked and hid in the floor. He waved to the reporters as he drove by and they snapped a couple more photos as they had done when he came in earlier, but no one saw Diana hiding in the floor. He had noticed the look on her face when he asked her to hide, and when he was a few blocks down the street, he told her it was safe to get up. He felt he needed to explain his intentions to her as they drove to his hotel so she would have time to understand his motives and decide for herself if she really wanted to go through with...whatever it was they were about to do. "Diana," he said softly, "I don't want you to think that I asked you to hide from those reporters because I am in any way embarrassed to be seen with you. I did that solely for your protection. Regardless of how you and I feel, you are still a young woman who's reputation could be severely compromised if it was rumored that I took you to my hotel. Everyone would know why I took you there; only they probably would never be able to imagine all the things I want to do to you." He coughed slightly, and continued, "But I'm going to tell you about those things before we get there so we can agree on what you will let me do, or for you to decide if you even still want to be with me, OK?" Her heart was starting to race from the thoughts and images that came into her mind as he spoke, but she had to set him straight about something. She replied, "OK, but have you stopped to think that maybe I have my own ideas about what I want you to do to me, and what I want to do to you?" He turned to look at her so quickly that he jerked the steering wheel slightly and almost ran off the road, and he had that "startled" expression on his face again. This girl never ceased to surprise him! She laughed and said, "Why do think it was so easy for you to make me cum by just talking dirty to me? Don't get me wrong, I am not a slut who acts like that with every guy I've ever dated...it's just...you." With those last three words, her voice softened dreamily. She seemed lost in thought with her next statements, her voice taking on a husky quality as she went on, "Ever since the first time I saw one of your movies when I was a teenager, I was entranced by your commanding presence; your voice, your piercing eyes, your hard body—you made me feel things that I had never felt before, and you have been my model of the ideal man ever since. I have fantasized about doing things with you that I was told young women should never do—and even some things that I was never told about at all. I just had this instinct that there was a lot more to sex than what I was told. So, I secretly found all the books and magazines I could that gave more insight into the...sensual aspects of sex. And you were always the object of my fantasies as I explored that part of me." She looked at him as she said that last sentence and noticed that he had a death-grip on the steering wheel and a strange expression on his face. "What's wrong?" she asked, afraid that she had revealed too much, and that maybe now he felt he was in danger of breaking her heart if he didn't swear his undying love for her. He quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road, stopped and turned off the engine, then turned to her. He closed his eyes for a moment, then looked straight into her eyes, took a deep breath, and as he exhaled, said, "You are the most insightful woman I have ever met. You seem to know a lot more about yourself and what you want than most people my age, and you certainly seem to know an awful lot about me for never having met me personally before. "When you said you felt that some of my love scenes seemed to be somewhat 'lacking' in believability, it's because I'm not that good an actor, especially when it comes to those scenes, and, especially so if I am not in any way attracted to my co-star. You see, I too, have recently built in my mind an image of my 'perfect woman.' I've met a few actresses and other women over the years that had some of these qualities, but not all of them. The second I saw you, it was like you had stepped right out of my fantasy; I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me and...my cock became the only functioning part of my body; and when my brain began to function again, it was of the same mind as my cock—I had to have you." His voice came out as a low rumble and he was starting to breathe heavily again. He paused for a moment and started again, his voice becoming deeper and sexier than she had ever heard it. "So, now you know why some of my love scenes don't work. But, if I had to do a love scene with you in a movie, it would never make the cut. I'm afraid we would burn up the screen because I would forget that there were twenty or so people standing around watching us, and I would not be able to stop when the director yelled 'cut!' I haven't even kissed you yet and I'm almost afraid that when I start, I won't be able to stop!" He almost added "ever" but didn't, because he wasn't sure how she would react. Now it was her turn to look "startled"...never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined that John Wayne would think of her as his fantasy woman! They sat staring at each other and breathing heavily, trying to regain their composures...again...and they both smiled as they realized they actually did feel the same way. He reached out his hand and caressed her cheek with his fingers. Then he said, "I don't really need to tell you what else I want to do to you, do I? I have a feeling you already know." Her smile broadened, and she reached her hand up to cup his palm against her face as she replied, "Somehow, I think we invaded each other's fantasies long ago, so we each already know what the other wants." Then she tuned her face toward his hand and planted a kiss in his palm, then gave a soft lick with her tongue. His dick twitched again, at the feeling of her soft lips and tongue on his palm. No woman had ever done that to him before and it made him realize his hands were more sensitive than he thought. With much effort, he withdrew his hand from her face and turned to start the car again. As he did, he looked back at her and asked huskily, "By the way, would you prefer that I call you Diana, or 'little girl'?" He asked this question because, though he no longer thought of her as a little girl, it had started to sound like an endearment to him and he hoped she felt that way, too. She grinned and replied, "Oh, I love the way you say 'little girl' and the look in your eyes when you do—if it's alright with you, I'd like you to continue calling me that!" He grinned back, and said, "My pleasure...little girl," and the look in his eyes told her that they were definitely going to be in for a pleasurable experience. Then he pulled the car back onto the road and headed toward his hotel. They made the rest of the short drive in silence, stealing glances at each other and smiling—both of them anticipating what was to...come. Before he turned the last corner to the front of the hotel, he told her he was going to pull into the back parking lot first and let her out at one of the side entrance doors that was rarely used, and for her to wait for him just inside. He told her he knew there would probably be a few reporters and photographers hanging around the main entrance and front door, same as at the studio—and he still didn't want anyone doing any speculating about them—and asked her if she understood. She smiled and nodded as he pulled up to let her out. He told her he would be there as quickly as possible, then waited to make sure the door was unlocked so she could enter, and she waved to him as she opened it and went in. He looked around and saw no one else...much to his relief. He pulled out of the back parking lot and headed around the corner to the hotel's main entrance and valet parking area, and sure enough, there were the reporters and photographers as he expected. As he got out of his car and handed the valet attendant his key, the reporters were firing their usual questions. "Mr. Wayne, what's your next picture going to be?" "Any comments on the breakup of your second marriage?" (Nosy mongrels!) "Any new ladies in your life?" (Definitely none of their damn business!) He fended them off saying, "Sorry, fellows, but I've had a busy day and I'm really not up to any interviews at this time—thanks for your understanding!" He disliked the celebrity that came with being a movie star, even though it gave him the clout to pursue his own ideas regarding politics and American ideals. However, he fully understood that if you made enemies with the press, they could make your life miserable, so he tried to be polite while keeping them at bay. As soon as he entered the hotel lobby, he made his way to the front desk and told the manager that he wanted a "Do Not Disturb" message put on the phone in his room, but asked them to take messages for him and he would pick them up later. Then he turned and made his way to the hall at the side entrance where Diana, er...little girl, was waiting. Luckily, the elevators were on one of these side halls so they did not have to go back to the lobby, and hopefully they would catch one quickly before anyone else showed up. He pushed the "up" button and, thankfully, one of the elevators opened immediately. They hurried inside and he pushed the button for the top floor. It wasn't a penthouse suite, but there were only four suites on that floor, each with the bedrooms on the corners, they had private balconies, and good sound insulation (he had a feeling that was a good thing). As the elevator slowly started its way to the 10th floor, they looked at each other and both suddenly remembered that they had not even kissed for the first time. Her eyes became hooded as she looked at his mouth, and the tip of her tongue came out to moisten her lips. As he watched her, he envisioned her lips and tongue licking up and down his thick shaft. He growled deeply, closing his eyes for a second to try to dispel that image, then slowly opened his eyes, reached out and cupped his hands on her jaw line, and slowly lowered his mouth to hers, watching her face as he did. Just before their lips met, she parted hers slightly and closed her eyes, and he pressed his firm lips to her soft ones. He was determined to show her with this first kiss, everything that he was feeling for her: tenderness, passion, and wantonness, even the shear magnitude of his raw desire for her. He softened his lips to match hers; gently moving over them and nibbling at her slightly pursed lips. Then he opened his mouth slightly to run the tip of his tongue along her upper and lower lips, tracing the edges and taking his time to familiarize his mouth and tongue with the gentle contours of her luscious lips. She moaned softly, imagining his tongue doing the same thing to her "other lips," so she tilted her head a little more and leaned into him, signaling him that she wanted to deepen the kiss. He definitely got her signal, so he deepened it with as much restraint as he could muster at that moment. He moved his hands from her jaw line down her neck, then wrapped his arms around her shoulders in a protective gesture, and forced her head back and to the side as he opened her mouth to invite her tongue to mingle with his. As soon as their tongues met, they both felt themselves melting into each other, and the images that flooded their minds quickly had them both crushing themselves against each other in an effort to fuse their bodies together, despite their clothing. The assault of his tongue on her mouth had her envisioning his head between her legs assaulting her pussy in the same way. He was shoving his tongue into her mouth in the same way he wanted to shove his dick and his tongue into her hot, little hole. He quickly backed her up against the wall of the elevator, moving his hands down to her ass and lifting her up to wrap her legs around his waist as he had been envisioning all day. He was already pumping his hips up and down rubbing his (once again) painfully hard cock against her crotch, almost forgetting that she was not wearing panties. She was moaning deeply from the sensation of the soft material of her skirt being rubbed up and down on her clit and pussy from his movements. The sound of her moans almost made him forget they were still in the elevator, until it lurched to a stop and the bell sounded to signal that the doors were about to open. He came to his senses at the last second, dragging his mouth from hers with a groan, stepping back and setting her down on her feet just as the elevator doors opened. He prayed there was no one waiting to get on, because he knew anyone would see in an instant, from their ragged breathing and disheveled appearances, what they had been doing on the ride up. Again, they lucked out; no one was there. He growled, "Come on, little girl, I can't wait any longer." He grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the elevator and moving swiftly toward his room while fishing the key out of his pocket; she was almost running trying to keep up with him. He stopped at the door, jammed the key in the lock, turning it and the knob at the same time. Shoving the door open, he threw the key on a table, and then turned suddenly, pulling her into the room and kicking the door shut with his foot. He was breathing heavily as he looked at her face and saw the pure desire in her eyes, and he said, "I hope I turn out to be as powerful as you have imagined, little girl, and I want to eat you alive, but first I have to get this one image out of my head." With that, he reached out and grabbed the front of her blouse with both hands, ripping it open and sending the buttons flying, making the breath catch in her lungs and a sudden heat flow through her at his passionate display of emotion. She could think of only one thing to say, "Please fuck me, now!" He had ripped open her blouse because he was dying to see her huge tits and his next move was going to be to yank her bra straps down and then just pull the whole thing down to her waist. But when he heard her beg him to just fuck her, he knew he could not refuse. He would be sure to make plenty of time for her gorgeous tits later. He growled, again, as he tore at his belt buckle and undid his trousers, grabbing them at the waist with his underwear and shoving them to his knees. She looked down to get her first glimpse of his huge dick, causing her to gasp and then moan deeply as she realized he was about as big around as a soda can. She had masturbated at times to see how much she could stretch herself, and had managed to get most of her fingers into her pussy, but that was not the same as soda can! Thank God, the length of his cock appeared to be average, about 6" or so. He saw the look of raw hunger on her face as she looked at his dick, licking her lips again, exciting him even more than he could've imagined and fueling his need to finally be inside her. He grabbed the waist of her skirt and yanked it over her hips to pool at her feet. Then he stepped right in front of her, reaching around to grab her soft ass, lifting her up as he had done in the elevator. He backed her up against the door and, bending his knees slightly to angle his hips upward, he slowly lowered her toward his aching, throbbing cock. As he felt the head of his dick come in contact with her hot, wet opening, he hissed through his teeth, sucking in air in an effort to keep from impaling her too quickly and possibly hurting her if she was not used to a thick cock. She watched his face as he started to lower her onto him; she saw him hiss and felt him hesitate, and she realized he was probably trying to be careful not to hurt her, so she gently urged him, "Keep going, I'll let you know if there's a problem, but I doubt there will be. As soon as you are fully inside of me and I assure you there is no pain, then I want you to pound me as hard as you want to, OK?" He couldn't speak because he was concentrating very hard to keep from coming too soon. So he nodded, then relaxed his hold on her, and the weight of her body caused her sopping wet pussy to slide fully down onto his thick shaft. She couldn't believe the sensation; he was so hard, the skin on his cock stretched so tight, that his flesh felt like velvet wrapped around a steel rod sliding up into her tight, but well lubricated, canal. He had definitely lost all ability to speak at this moment; her pussy felt like a tight, satin sheath that was the perfect size and shape for his cock. As she felt their pubic mounds meet and felt the hair around the base of his dick tickling her clit, it caused her to arch her back to rub her clit against his mound and she let out a loud moan. She didn't need to say a word; the sight of her in such obvious throes of pleasure at being impaled on his cock made him lose all sense of control. He crushed her back tightly up against the door and groaned, almost as if in pain (but what exquisite torture it was!) and started bucking his hips, shoving his dick up into her as hard as he could, giving a slightly harder grind on his upward thrusts in an attempt to make contact with her clit each time. He had no idea how long he could hold out since he had been envisioning this all day, and the reality was far surpassing his fantasy. He could feel his orgasm approaching fast, but he so wanted this to be good for her, too. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 02 She had moaned with the first couple thrusts, then her moans turned into a chant of "oh yes, yes, yesss...!" Suddenly she gasped and groaned out, "Oh, John!" as her thighs tightened on his waist. Then he felt her pussy pulsating, squeezing his dick even tighter, and flowing with cum, which set him off. He gave one last, hard thrust, threw his head back and yelled as he exploded into another powerful orgasm, that seemed even more so than the first one. His sex-clouded brain somehow registered the fact that his most powerful orgasms ever came from being with the same woman, less than an hour apart, at a time in his life when he was well past his prime. How was this possible? As he started to come down from this second amazing orgasm, he realized that he was crushing her against the hard door and his legs were beginning to feel shaky. He slipped one arm around her waist and one below her ass and held her tightly to him, his softening cock still buried in her, as he backed slowly to a chair that was just a few feet behind them. It was no easy task, as his pants were now down around his ankles! He sat down carefully, making sure she had room to position her legs on either side of him, as his fully spent shaft slipped out of her sopping wet sheath, landing with a "plop" between them. She had wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him, and she whimpered in his ear at the empty feeling in her pussy. He hugged her tightly, and softly said to her, "I know the feeling, little girl, it's as though your pussy was made just for me." She sighed, kissed and nipped at his neck, then started to work her way toward his mouth, tasting the sweat on his skin from his previous exertion with her tongue. But he suddenly took over, grasping her face and crushing her lips to his in a searing kiss that left them both gasping for air when they parted. The feelings that had stirred in him as she kissed, nibbled and licked his neck, made him realize that this woman seemed to have a power over his body and mind that he, as yet, could not fully comprehend. They were both exhausted, having experienced two explosive orgasms in less than an hour, and they still hadn't even seen each other completely naked! And as they looked at each other, each taking in the other's appearance, it was that thought that came to them. They both started to smile and laugh again, as they realized their first scary thought was indeed possible—they might very well kill each other...but, wouldn't it be a wonderful way to go?!! Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 03 They sat staring at each other as their laughter subsided, and slowly began to assess their situation. Diana Maitland was still sitting in John Wayne's lap, facing him, they were both naked from the hips down (except for their shoes, and his pants and underwear around his ankles!), they were sweaty, sticky with cum, and they were starting to get hungry. He looked at her and saw her blouse hanging open, and then remembered it was because he had ripped it open. He had never lost control so much that he had attempted to rip the clothes from a woman's body before, and he felt the need to apologize. "I'm sorry I tore your blouse..." he began. She shook her head slowly and put her fingers to his lips to stop him. "Please, don't apologize. That action and the look on your face when you did it, was the hottest thing I have ever seen; better than any scene I could imagine in a movie, only it was real and it was you doing that to me. Is it any wonder why I begged you to fuck me at that moment? I'd been wanting it since the moment I walked into my boss's office earlier today!" She had started to trace his lips with her finger as she spoke, and he began to kiss, lick and gently suck on it. His eyes closed as he was savoring the feeling and taste of her soft finger in his mouth, when he heard her slight intake of breath. He opened his eyes and saw the renewed look of need in hers. "My God," he thought, "we can't seem to get enough of each other!" But, he knew that no matter how badly he wanted her again right now, that it was definitely going to take a little longer before his dick would be able to cooperate. He was glad, because now he felt he could take the time he really wanted to learn all the ways he could please her. But, then he thought that they would probably both feel better if they took showers and freshened up and had something to eat, since it was close to dinnertime. He sighed and leaned his forehead against hers as he said, "Much as I wish we could just start again from where we left off, I am going to need a little time for recovery, so this would be a good time for us to freshen up and have something to eat so we will have plenty of energy for later." The sound of his voice and the look in his eyes held a promise of much more to...come. Her breath caught at the look in his eyes, then she sighed as well, realizing he was right; they couldn't keep going at this pace—unless they really did want to kill each other! She sat back and looked at him, smiling, and said, "You're right, we definitely need to freshen up...and I am getting hungry..." the look in her eyes letting him know that she was not just referring to food. He grinned at her and shook his head; she seemed insatiable, but he was determined that he was going to try his best to cure her of that! She rose on her knees in the chair and pushed back from him to stand up. The fact that she was naked from her hips down and he finally had a clear view of her pussy did not even seem to faze her. She backed up a couple steps to give him room, kicking off her shoes as she did. He used his feet to push his shoes off and removed his pants and underwear from around his ankles, then reached down and pulled his socks off with his hands, his eyes riveted on her crotch the whole time. She had a beautiful pussy; pouty-looking outer lips that hid most of her inner "beauty," covered with soft, neatly trimmed golden hair, the same color as on her head—she was a true blonde! Her inner lips were still slightly poking out due to her recent orgasm, and he could see they were a lovely shade of dark rose pink, and her thighs were coated with cum. She watched his face as he was staring at her crotch and she could tell he liked what he saw. Meanwhile, she had removed her torn blouse from her shoulders, and then reached around behind her to undo her bra. As he stood up to shed his jacket and shirt, she was removing her bra from her large breasts. She stood before him completely naked, and watched him as he shrugged out of his jacket and began to unbutton his shirt; now his eyes were locked on her breasts. She moved in front of him to help him with the last few buttons, then ran her hands up and across his chest to his shoulders, pushing his shirt off, then down his arms and over his hands. Then she stepped back again. They were both completely naked in front of each other, finally, and they were both doing their best to savor this moment. His eyes drank in every luscious curve of her body, from her heavy, full breasts tipped with large brownish-pink nipples and areolas (he couldn't wait to get his mouth on them—hell, he couldn't wait to get his mouth on almost every part of her body!), to her rounded hips and soft pussy, down to her short, but shapely, legs. He wanted to reach out his hands and feel her soft flesh, to discover all the places she wanted to be touched, caressed, kissed, licked...! He could feel his loins starting to stir again, and knew that when the time was right, his dick would be ready. Then he noticed she was staring at his crotch, so he tightened the muscles in his groin making his dick twitch slightly a couple times. She loved the sight of his naked body. His shoulders were wide, his chest was sculpted, his stomach flat, and his hips were lean, leading down to his long, muscular legs. And his magnificent cock hung at the tops his thighs under a thick patch of dark, curly, matted hair, looking powerful even in its currently flaccid state, and flanked by his impressive balls. She could not wait to get a closer inspection of that package. As she looked at his cock, she saw it twitch slightly, so she looked up at his face and saw that he was grinning crookedly at her, having caught her staring so openly at his dick. She grinned back and said, "I'm just admiring you in the same way you were admiring me...and anticipating getting a closer inspection!" His smile widened as he realized what she meant, or what he hoped she meant! He'd only had one blowjob in his life, a long time ago, and he knew it probably wasn't the same as most other men got, because his thick cock just doesn't fit in a woman's mouth. But this one woman who agreed to try years ago could only lick up and down his shaft and suck on the head while using her hands to jack him off and play with his balls, but he still immensely enjoyed the experience. No other woman since would agree to put her mouth anywhere near his crotch, so he had given up on ever being able to enjoy that again. He needed to know if she really did intend to use her mouth on his cock, so he asked her tentatively, "Do you mean what I think you mean...that you want to...use your mouth...?" She smiled and started to laugh slightly, at both his excitement of the thought that she wanted to suck his dick, and his embarrassment at not being able to put it into words. She was amused that, since he had made her cum that first time by "talking dirty" to her, he was now finding it difficult to say things like that to her while standing in front of each other completely naked! She stepped right in front of him, staring up into his face, smiling, and said, "Yes, silly, I intend to suck your dick, and kiss and lick every other part of your body that you will allow!" He moaned as his breath whooshed out of his lungs and his head fell back with his eyes closed; the heat was definitely starting to return to his loins now! He discovered that she could probably also make him cum just by talking dirty to him! And she definitely seemed to have her own ideas about what she wanted to do to him! He lifted his head and looked down at her, noting the amusement on her face, and he had to ask, "What's so funny?" "You," she laughed. "I just realized that since you made me cum that first time by 'talking dirty' to me, you haven't been able to say anything else like that to me without feeling embarrassed! Why is that?" He thought about that for a moment, since he hadn't realized he was doing that. The only thing he could come up with was that he simply did not have much practice at it, because he had done it only once before in his life many years ago, which is how he explained it to her. She nodded, and said, "OK, I guess that makes sense. So, we're just going to have to work on that by making sure you get plenty of practice!" With that, she reached around and slapped his ass cheek firmly. He jerked slightly and his eyes flew open in surprise at the unexpectedness of her action. Then he saw the further amusement on her face and realized she was challenging him again! My God, this woman never ceased to amaze and intrigue him! He definitely planned to take her challenge, but the rumbling in his stomach was starting to outdo the heat flooding his loins, so he would just have to take back control (somehow) so they could get some food and get cleaned up. The dirty talk had seemed to control her somewhat before, so he decided to give it a try again. He took her shoulders and backed her up a couple steps from him, then ran his gaze up and down her body while he figured out what to say, and then looked back to her face. He folded his arms across his chest in a nonchalant way, and straightened to his full height. Looking down at her, he crooked one of his eyebrows and drawled in his best cowboy voice, "Well now, little girl, before I go lettin' you suck on my cock, it seems to me that I told you I wanted to taste your pussy first. But, I want your pussy and my dick nice and clean and sweet for that, which means you and I need a shower. Not to mention that I'm getting hungry and I need to rustle us up some food." With his next sentence he reached toward her and took her left arm guiding her around him and motioning toward the back of the suite where the bedroom and bathroom were, and then swatted her ass as he said, "So, you just take your sweet ass back there and start the shower while I order up some room service, then I'll come join you. Get movin' woman!" he bellowed as she had stopped to stare at him with a surprised look in her eyes. Then she quickly grinned at him and immediately turned around and headed in the direction of the bathroom. She was pleased and surprised that he was being so playful with her. She did not think about how he might react to her slapping his ass; the impulse to do it just popped into her head, so she just went with it. His reaction and the look on his face tickled her, and then she had held her breath to see what his next reaction would be, realizing too late that it might have angered him. But then she saw his expression of surprise change to a wondering look, and then to something that looked like amused determination. She couldn't completely read his thoughts, but she could at least tell he was not angry. She mused over this as she started the shower, grabbed a bar of soap, and placed the towels on the shelf near the tub. It was a nice, large bathroom with an over-sized tub and shower combination with a textured plastic mat to help prevent slipping, and a sheer plastic curtain. Once the water temperature was good, she climbed in and started to rinse off while she waited for "her cowboy" to join her. Luckily, he thought, it was not unusual for John Wayne to order room service—he did that a lot. Hopefully, no one would think anything was unusual about what he ordered. He ordered two Club sandwiches with a side of potato salad, and then asked for some strawberries and cream for dessert. That was the unusual part—he didn't usually order dessert, but this was going to be a special dessert. He also asked for a bottle of tequila and a bottle of red wine (he didn't know if she could handle tequila—most women couldn't!). He was advised that it would take about 30 minutes for his order to arrive. When he hung up the phone and started to head for the bathroom, he glanced around the front room and saw all of their clothes scattered around, so he figured he'd better pick them up and take them in the bedroom before room service showed up. When he picked up his jacket, he remembered that his cigarettes were in the pocket and that he hadn't had any for a couple hours now—funny how he hadn't been suffering from any cravings, but, now that he'd thought about them, he wanted one. So he pulled one out and lit it as he headed for the bathroom. She had been in the shower for just a few minutes letting the warm water run over her shoulders and back rinsing away the sweat from earlier and relaxing her muscles. Then she turned around with the spray aiming right at her chest and stomach and used her hands to rub around her pubic hair and thighs to rinse away the dried cum before picking up the soap. As she rubbed, she closed her eyes and started picturing him standing behind her, using his soapy hands to wash her all over. As she continued with this image, she started rubbing her hands over her body where she most wanted to feel his: over her breasts and nipples, along her stomach and fingers rubbing in her pussy. When he got to the open bathroom door, he stopped, staring at her in the shower. He stayed where he was for a moment; leaning on the doorframe with his arms folded as he dragged on his cigarette and just watched her through the clear plastic curtain. She had her back to the shower at first, water running over her shoulders, then she turned around so it was spraying her chest and stomach. He could see her using her hands to wipe away the dried cum from her pubic mound and thighs, then he noticed her hands slow their movements. As he continued to watch, her right hand drifted up her body and started caressing her breasts, using her fingers to gently roll and slightly pull at her nipples, making them firm and pointing straight out from her breasts. Her left had stayed at her crotch, her fingers rubbing up and down her pussy, occasionally stopping to rub her middle finger around her clit. Then she moaned softly, her head falling back and her eyes closed the whole time; she was completely unaware that he was watching her. When he saw her start playing with herself, he stopped breathing until his lungs hurting reminded him he needed air. His dick was starting grow and the feeling of his skin stretching with dried cum on it reminded him he was supposed to be taking a shower as well. He flicked his cigarette into the toilet, crossed to the tub shower and threw the curtain aside. She jumped and turned around, startled, as she had not heard him come into the room. Her face felt hot from embarrassment, and she wondered how much he had seen. He saw the look on her face and realized that she was embarrassed thinking he had caught her in the act of doing something naughty—he did think it was naughty, which was why it was turning him on so much. He grinned at her, and growled, "What's the matter, little girl, did you get tired of waiting for me? Would you like me to take over for you now?" He saw the desire return to her eyes as she nodded yes, so he moved behind her with their backs to the shower and he picked up the soap and started to rub it on his hands. When he had worked up a good lather, he brought his hands up to her shoulders and started to rub the soap into her shoulders, upper chest, and under her arms, his fingers lightly caressing the sides of her breasts as he did. He thoroughly washed her back and her ass, gently massaging her cheeks but without sliding his fingers into her crack; then slid his hands around her waist to wash her stomach, bringing them up only as far as the underside of her breasts and down to just above her pubic hair. It didn't take very long for his large hands to wash her small abdomen, and the feel of her soft, wet skin was keeping his dick at half-mast. He knew as soon as he moved his hands to more sensitive areas of her body, it wouldn't take long for his dick to be at full salute. He was standing close enough behind her that she could feel his semi-hard cock rubbing against her backside. A couple of times, she unconsciously pushed her ass toward him so she could make firmer contact with it, because his hands were teasing her body and she was craving another sexual release. He stopped for a moment to get more soap on his hands, and then he knelt behind her and started washing her legs from her feet up, rubbing firmly and slightly massaging her calf and thigh muscles, again stopping just below the crease of her legs at her pussy. She groaned slightly in frustration, as the feel of his large, firm hands caressing her skin was building tension, and fire, between her legs, as much as his massaging was releasing tension from her muscles. He heard her groan and knew she must be getting frustrated because he had purposely avoided all her "hot spots." Since they didn't have a whole lot of time before room service would arrive with their food, he decided he would just take care of her now and she could return the favor later. He stood up behind her again, leaned down to her ear and said, "What's the matter, little girl, are you horny?" She whimpered and nodded her head yes, so he said, "Don't you worry, little girl, I'll be glad to take care of that for you. Just lean back on me and relax." She leaned back against him and she could feel his mostly hard dick pressed against the upper part of her ass and lower back while his balls were nestled against her crack. She asked, "What about you? What can I do for you?" as she turned her head sideways and up to look at his face. He had the most tender, yet burning, look in his eyes as he said, "Nothing for the moment, little girl, you can return the favor later. Just let me touch you and tell you how much I enjoy touching you, until I can make you cum and give you the release you need, OK?" Then he kissed her forehead, and she smiled and nodded, and just relaxed her head against his chest. He looked over her right shoulder to watch as he put his hands on her hips and slid them up her body to the sides of her breasts, then ran them under her breasts to cup them and feel their fullness. Then he gradually brought them up over her nipples, rubbing the palms of his hands in a circular motion lightly around them. He heard her inhale sharply, causing her breasts to press harder against his palms. Then he used his thumbs and forefingers to grasp her nipples a little firmer and roll them gently back and forth, and then pulled on them slightly (as he had seen her do). This elicited a low moan from her, and her nipples were now about the size of small thimbles, and very firm. As he continued to cup and caress her breasts and nipples, his voice was a low, sexy rumble as he said, "You have the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. Did I tell you how much I love big tits? Your nipples are so hard and just begging for me to suck on them, and I promise you I will get to that...later. Right now, I think there is another part of your body that is craving my attention...let me take care of that." As he said that, keeping his left arm around her torso just under her breasts so he could continue to fondle them with his left hand, he slid his right hand down her stomach, stopping at her pubic hair just long enough to swirl his fingers in it couple times and feel the softness. Then he groaned, "Ohh, your hair is sooo soft, I can't wait to feel it rubbing against my face when I bury my lips and tongue between your legs to taste your sweet pussy." She gave another moan, and squirmed her body against his, urging him to continue. He smiled, his concentration so totally focused on her, that he was barely paying attention to the throbbing of his dick. He inched his hand downward and cupped it to rub over the outside of her pussy lips a few times, forcing her to widen her legs a little more to make room for his large hand. When her legs spread, he drew a couple of his fingers up to glide just between her pussy lips and he could feel she was almost dripping. Then he paused with his fingertips at the top of her slit to circle his middle finger lightly around her clit, causing her to gasp and her knees to buckle slightly, and he had to support her more with his left arm. "Does that feel good, little girl? Do you want me to continue rubbing your clit while I finger fuck you?" Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 03 The feeling of his large, soft finger rubbing her clit nearly made her legs collapse. Her head was pressed back against his chest, her breathing ragged, as she gasped, "Yes, yes! Oh, please!" She sounded so desperate, he hoped he could get her off soon, so he soothed, "OK, little girl, I'm going to take care of you now." He slid his index and middle fingers down her wet slit to her dripping hole and slipped them up inside her, and positioned his thumb on her clit, then started pumping his fingers slowly in and out of her pussy, his thumb sliding around in a circular motion on her clit. Almost immediately, her hips started to rock to the rhythm of his fingers and he could tell she was trying to get more pressure on her clit, so he rubbed it a little firmer. Then her hips stopped rocking and she softly started to moan continuously, so he changed to a quick flicking motion with his thumb, tapping it gently on her clit. His fingers were still up inside her pussy, but instead of pumping them in and out, he was rotating them slightly, rubbing the base of his fingers around the outer edges of her entrance. After just a few a seconds of this, her back arched, her head tilted upward on his chest and her hips began to rock again, harder, as she loudly moaned, "Oh, God...OH JOHN!!!" Then she started to scream and nearly went into convulsions, as he had slightly increased the rhythm of his fingers on her clit and in her pussy, intensifying her orgasm. He nearly lost it when she screamed. He had felt her orgasm start since his fingers were still buried in her pussy and wondered what would happen if, instead of backing off a little as he had done in the past, he kept the same rhythm or even intensified it slightly...he wasn't quite prepared for her reaction! It both scared him and turned him on. He had to remove his hand from her pussy and wrap both his arms around her waist to hold her tightly against him until she calmed down and could stand again. After a couple minutes, he could feel her breathing starting to slow, and she was beginning to stand a little steadier on her feet. He still had his arms wrapped loosely around her body, and he asked her softly, "Are you OK, little girl? I didn't hurt you, did I?" She could hear the concern in his voice, and she turned in his arms to look at him with a mixture of awe and tenderness on her face. She moved her hands up to his face, caressing his cheeks, as she said, "Hurt me? Noooo...that wasn't pain...that was some of the most intense pleasure I've ever felt in my life!" When she saw the look of relief on his face, she continued with a look of serious passion, "I just hope I am able to give as good to you when I return the favor!" He could see she was earnest in her desire to bring him as much pleasure, and it made his dick harden even more between them, and he groaned, "Oh, I have no doubt that you will!" Then he crushed his mouth to hers in a savage kiss, trying to convey all his pent-up lust and passion that he had been holding back to give her that last orgasm. He finally had to make himself stop as his dick was throbbing again, and because he remembered that room service would probably be there in a few minutes. He nibbled and licked at her lips a few times as he stopped, saying between the nibbles and licks, "Now, little girl...finish rinsing off...and get out of here...so I can finish...cleaning up...before our food arrives," his voice had taken on that cowboy drawl again. She grinned and said, "Yessir, cowboy!" and dutifully finished rinsing and stepped out of the tub. As she dried herself with a towel, she continued to watch him in the shower, admiring his body again. She finally got a good look at his ass and noticed that, although it didn't have much shape to it, it was firmly muscled, and added to her image of him as a strong and powerful man. Then he turned around and she saw that his huge dick was still hard as a rock, standing straight out from his body as he washed it and his balls. That sight took her breath away, and she licked her lips as she stared at it, her mouth watering and her pussy tingling, again, as she thought about all the things she still wanted to do to him. Then she looked up and saw him watching her through the curtain, his eyes nearly burning holes through it. He finished rinsing, then turned the water off and pushed the curtain aside to get out, and grabbed a towel to dry off. When he finished drying, he took down one of the terrycloth robes hanging on the bathroom door and put it on. Then he took the other one and brought it to her, wrapping it around her and helping her put it on. He had watched her staring at his dick, again, with an even more intense look of desire on her face, and it was taking all his willpower not to pick her up, take her into the bedroom, throw her on the bed and dive into her pussy with his mouth and tongue...or his dick?!!! He was having trouble deciding...but room service would be there at any moment and he was not going to risk anything going wrong at this point. He grabbed her and pulled her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her, then laid his head on top of hers and growled, "Good God, little girl, my hunger for you is almost greater than the hunger in my stomach, but if we don't eat soon, we may very well be the death of each other...and I am not nearly through with you yet..." Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 04 As if on cue, there was a knock on the door at the front of the suite, and a man's voice saying, "Room service, Mr. Wayne!" John Wayne did not want to let go of Diana Maitland right at that moment, but he knew had to, so he sighed and released her. Then he stepped toward the bedroom door leading out to the front room and said loudly, "I'll be right there!" Then he looked back at her standing in the bathroom doorway fully wrapped in a large terrycloth robe and said, "Stay here, I'll be right back," then he turned and went out the bedroom door, closing it behind him. Wayne checked his robe to be sure he was fully covered, and then opened the front door and stood back so the waiter could bring in a large covered platter, and he indicated to the waiter to place it on the table near the window. Then the waiter returned to his cart for the bottles of wine and tequila and took them to the table as well. Wayne took care of signing for the room service bill and tipped the waiter telling him that would be all he needed. As he closed the door, he placed the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outer knob since he'd forgotten to do it when they first arrived (he'd had other things on his mind at that moment!). Then Wayne went to the bedroom door to open it and let Diana know it was safe to come out. She was standing in front of the dresser mirror toweling her damp hair and running her fingers through it to try and get out some of the tangles. She looked at him and said, "My hair is such a mess now that it's gotten wet, and I don't have a brush or comb with me!" He smiled at her as he moved toward her and said, "You look beautiful with your hair tousled like that, and I like knowing how it got all messed up! Please leave it that way...for me?" He looked at her with a hot, pleading gaze as he took the towel from her hand and put her hand in his to lead her out to where the food was. She smiled at him and said, "OK, but you don't realize what you're asking of me. It will take me forever to get the knots out if I let it stay this way for long!" Then he said, "All right, after we've eaten I'll find you a comb and I'll help you get the tangles out. But right now, I'm starving so let's eat!" He led her to the table and sat her in one of the chairs, then lifted the lid on the platter to show her what he'd ordered. She saw the plates of sandwiches with potato salad, and her mouth watered slightly; she hadn't realized how hungry she was as well. Then she saw the strawberries and cream, and she smiled, wondering if he'd had the same idea that just popped into her mind when he ordered them. She looked up at him and saw that he had the same smile and look in his eyes as she, and she realized that they really did think a lot alike! She widened her smile and said softly, "Boy, I can't wait for dessert!" "Neither can I," he said in his sexy, gravelly voice, with his eyes smoldering. Then he took a quick, deep breath and said, "But first, let's take care of the hunger in our stomachs. Dig in!" He took the bottle of red wine and opened it with the corkscrew that the waiter had also thoughtfully brought with it, and poured them each a glass. As he opened the wine and poured it, she took the sandwich plates off the platter and placed them on the table with the napkins and utensils that were also on the tray, then set the bowl of strawberries and cream to the side of the table and moved the platter out of the way. As he sat down opposite her and handed her a glass of wine, he held his glass up as if to make a toast and waited for her to do the same. Then he said, "To the most enjoyable couple of hours I have ever spent, with hopes of many more to come..." looking at her with his smoldering eyes again. "Here, here," she replied, her eyes mirroring his as they clinked their glasses and then each took a drink of wine. As they started to eat, she noticed the bottle of tequila also sitting on the table and she remembered she had read somewhere that it was reportedly his favorite drink, so she commented, "Ah, I see the reports were true about tequila being your favorite drink." He glanced at her as he was getting ready to take a bite of potato salad, and asked, "What reports?" then put the bite in his mouth and chewed as he waited for her reply. "Oh, you know, all the Entertainment papers always write whatever little personal tidbits they can find out about big celebrities. And, of course, I always read everything I can about you. But don't worry; I don't believe everything I read! I can usually tell what's believable and what's not." She picked up a section of her Club sandwich and took a bite, noting that he had a thoughtful look on his face as she had answered him. He was thinking that it wasn't fair that she already had a complete background on him and seemed to know him so well when he didn't really know anything about her. So he said softly, "Diana, you know so much about me, but I know nothing about you, and I really would like to know more than just the fact that you've fantasized about me your whole adult life and that your body responds to me like no other woman I've ever known!" She almost choked on a sip of wine when he said that last part. As she wiped her mouth with her napkin and looked at him, she asked, "Just how much do you really want to know about me?" "Whatever you want to tell me," he said honestly. As they continued their meal, she started to give him as brief a summary of her life's story as she could. She told him that she was originally from the east coast, the youngest of 5 children, and moved to California when she was 20 with dreams of becoming a movie star herself. But, after she'd gotten here and started reading about all the problems with being famous and not being able to lead a "normal life," she'd decided that it wasn't what she wanted to do. So, she opted for a job that would keep her in the background of the movie industry, which suited her just fine. She'd been working for the studio for almost 8 years now, and for her current boss about 2 years, working her way up from a lowly props mistress to various other jobs, finally to her current position as administrative assistant to an executive producer. "And that's about it," she stated. He sat back in his chair with his glass of wine for a moment and looked at her, wondering why she hadn't really given him very many personal details and his curiosity was piqued, so he would just have to ask her himself. He took a drink, then sat forward and put his glass down to continue eating. He asked about her family first. Her mother and father were still living in Virginia, as were all her siblings and their children; three brothers, one sister, three nieces and one nephew; and a slew of aunts, uncles and cousins all scattered around eastern Virginia and North Carolina. Now he realized where her slight southern accent came from. Then he asked about her education. She graduated from high school but did not seek any further education since she had planned to be a movie star and didn't feel it was necessary. She had taken drama and was in the drama club and choir in high school, which was how she got bitten by the "acting bug." She had done mostly musicals, but liked dramatic plays as well. He was surprised when she said she'd been in the choir and had done musicals; he would have to remember to ask her if she would sing for him later. Then he asked the question that had really been burning in his mind, "What about boyfriends? I remember you said you've dated, but has there ever been anyone serious?" She picked up her wine glass and brought it to her mouth as she glanced at him and said, "Yes," just before she took a sip. She lowered her eyes for a moment contemplating what to tell him, and then decided she should probably be honest with him. What could she possibly tell him at this point that would shock him? Well, maybe she wouldn't tell him everything... As she looked back at his face, she could see he had a questioning look in his eyes hoping she would elaborate on that last statement. She smiled slightly, set her glass on the table and leaned back in her chair. She inhaled deeply, and stared into his eyes as she slowly exhaled, then said, "Once. About 5 years ago, I met a man who, though he didn't quite resemble you physically, seemed to have the same qualities that have always struck me most deeply about you—the commanding presence, the piercing eyes, the low, sexy voice. He was several years older than me, and reasonably handsome, and when he asked me out, I jumped at the chance hoping that, since I could never have 'the real thing,' that maybe he would turn out to be close enough for me." She saw his eyebrows raise and heard his slight chuckle in amusement when she had said she could never have "the real thing." She chuckled too, and said, "Little did I know..." then went on with her story. "I made the mistake of telling him on one of our first dates that I had always fantasized about you, and that he reminded me of you in some ways. Every time we were together after that, he would ask me all kinds of questions about what it was that I liked so much about you, and I took that as his being interested in me and 'my quirks.' I didn't realize it at the time, but he had started incorporating everything I told him that fascinated me about you into his personality, and I ended up falling in love with him, thinking he was definitely close enough to the 'real thing' for me." Taking another deep breath, she continued, "Any way, once I fell for him, he didn't have any problem getting me into bed, and the fact that I was a virgin didn't faze him in the least. In fact, he was all too happy to be the first man to fuck me. As it turned out, that was all he wanted from me." He frowned, and she looked away from him and stared out the window as she told him the rest. "You see, he has this thing about virgins, he gets off on wooing them into finally giving in, but then, once he fucks them, then they're no longer a virgin and, therefore, no longer desirable to him." She'd started to frown, too, remembering the pain she had felt when she learned the truth. She didn't see the flash of rage that came over his face as she told him that last part. He had felt his anger start to rise when he heard what the no-good son-of-bitch had done to her. He thought about demanding that she tell him the man's name so he could hunt the bastard down and beat the shit out of him! But, he realized that would do her no good; it had happened 5 years ago and she, for the most part, seemed to have gotten past it. He would never have known she had gone through such an ordeal if she hadn't told him, because she was such a confident woman now. He was also a little shaken at his emotional reaction to the thought of her being hurt so cruelly. When she finally looked back at him, she could see a faint look of pain on his face, and she immediately started to regret having told him this episode of her life. She said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you any of this." He immediately chastised her, "Diana, stop. I asked you a question and you answered it. But, what I really want to know now is have you told me everything?" She hesitated, then said, "I've told you more than I intended to." He knew she was holding something back, so he placed his arms on the table and reached his hands toward her, and in a soft, but demanding, voice, said, "Tell me the rest." She couldn't resist the tender look on his face and the command in his voice. She placed her hands in his, closed her eyes for a moment to gather her courage, then opened them and stared into his eyes as she recounted her life for the past few years. She admitted that the pain of that man's deception had wounded her to a point that had caused her to withdraw from any sort of social life for almost a year. But, she had gradually started to realize what a bastard he was and that she had allowed him to use her. She also realized that she was strong enough to survive that. However, because of that experience, her trust in her ability to judge men, in general, had been severely affected, and she was afraid to let herself be that vulnerable to a man ever again. Because of that, she had started to use men only for her own sexual pleasure, but only when she really needed it, because she had learned how to pleasure herself, so she didn't need a man very often. "But, sometimes, I just need to get fucked," she stated flatly. She had been watching his face while she told him the sordid truth about her personal life, but this time, she could not read his thoughts at all. She just hoped that he would not think less of her because she had just admitted to him that she had fucked different men from time to time over the last few years for no reason other than that she just needed it. What he saw on her face as she told him all this was that she seemed devoid of any emotions, like she had just flipped a switch off somewhere inside herself. He wondered why at first, and then it dawned on him as soon as she said that sometimes she just need to get fucked. That was all she knew; all her experiences with men involved her getting "fucked"—she'd never had a man make love to her. She'd said it herself when that first bastard had used her, that "he'd been only too happy to be the first man to fuck her." She still had a stoic look on her face as she stared back at him, and he asked her softly, "Diana, have you ever had a man make love to you rather than just fuck you?" Slowly, she started to smile and the warmth came back into her eyes as she realized he wasn't going to hold her sordid past against her, and she said, "Yes...you have...three times now in reality, and thousands of times in my fantasies." He frowned and his head jerked in surprise at her first comments, but as he started thinking about everything he had done and felt during those first three encounters, he realized she was right. Their uncontrollable lust for each other seems to be rife with other emotions as well, or they would not be so focused on each other's pleasure so much as their own. He smiled as he started to realize, again, just how insightful she was, and he said, "I, somehow, manage to keep underestimating you, little girl. But, one of these times, I'm going to show you what I have traditionally considered the proper way to make love to a woman." His eyes were smoldering again and his thumbs were tracing soft circles on the backs of her hands as he was still holding onto them. The look in his eyes instantly ignited the fire between her legs again, and as she stared back at him, she said breathlessly, "You make love to me every time you look at me...your eyes set my body on fire; you make love to me every time to speak to me...your voice echoes in my soul; you make love to me every time you touch me...my body screams for you to take me in any way that you want!" She was literally shaking from the feelings that were pouring out of her. The look on her face and the emotion in her words, had his dick springing instantly back to life, as he had relaxed somewhat during their meal and her life's story, which had temporarily taken his mind off the constant feelings of lust. As soon as she had said those last words, he abruptly stood up, pulling her up as well, and around the table to crush her against him, kissing her with a passion that was beyond anything they had felt thus far. Their hands were everywhere on each other; tugging their robes open to feel their bodies mold together; his big, hard dick was mashed against her lower abdomen. She moved to his left side slightly and reached her left hand down to stroke his thick shaft and massage his huge balls, moaning into his mouth the same way as he was moaning into hers. His hands were roaming over her back and ass, and he reached down with his right hand to slide it over her ass and between her legs to lift her left thigh so he could stroke his fingers in her dripping pussy. "Ooohhh...!" she moaned as her head fell backward and her mouth lost contact with his when his fingers reached her clit. With her head hanging back, he took the opportunity to lower his head to her neck and plant lingering kisses and licks with his tongue on the sensitive areas below her ear and at the curve of her neck and shoulder. "Oh, my God..." she muttered, as a shudder went through her body at the magic that his fingers in her pussy and his mouth on her neck were creating for her. She involuntarily tightened her grip on his cock, and he groaned as he lifted his head from her neck to look at her just as she started to lift her head. The looks on their faces, again, mirrored each other...he needed to be inside her as much as she needed him to be. He pushed the robe off her shoulders and it fell to the floor, and she did the same to his robe, then he reached down and lifted her up with her legs around his waist again and walked to the counter of the small kitchenette area just across from the table they had been sitting at. It was at just the right height to support her. He set her ass on the edge of the counter and drew her legs up and open with his arms to widen her pussy as much as possible for his thick shaft. They both watched as he positioned the bulbous head at her opening, then he slowly moved his hips forward to push his monstrous cock into her tight, wet pussy. It didn't slide in quite as easily this time because it was a different angle, but she was slowly stretching to accommodate his size, and the tightness just enhanced the sensations for them even more. When he was fully inside her, they looked up into each other's eyes, and both knew they were thinking and feeling the same thing...they wished they could stay like this forever...joined—mind, body and soul. He brought his hands up to her face, and she braced her legs at his sides; she brought her hands up to his shoulders, then slid them to the back of his neck as he bent down to kiss her. It was a tender kiss, their lips exploring each other's; then, at the same moment, their lips parted and he started moving his tongue in and out of her mouth at the same instant that he started moving his cock in and out of her. It was slow and languorous at first, both of them savoring the sensation of every inch of his thick cock gliding slowly in and out of her dripping pussy, making those slow "squishing" noises that sound so sexy. He would pull back until the head was just at her opening, and then push forward until he was completely buried in her again, pausing for a second or two to grind his hips a little harder and rub his pubic mound on her clit. He knew that worked for her because it was what he had done the first time, and this time he could hear her groan deep in her throat each time her clit was stimulated. As their kiss grew in intensity, so did his thrusting, until they finally had to just grab each other and hold on as their bodies took over and they fucked each other to, what seemed like, their most explosive orgasms yet again, both of them moaning loudly. They knew the physical reality of these orgasms were probably not as intense as they felt, but the emotional releases they were getting were way better. They stayed in the same position for a few minutes as their breathing returned to normal; they were tightly embraced with their arms locked around each other, her legs wrapped around his hips, and his cock still buried in her. He finally lifted his head from her shoulder to look at her face, and he saw the same expressions of awe and wonder that he also felt each time they fucked. He started to fear that this...awesome passion they seemed to have for each other was never going to fade... He brought his right hand up to brush her hair back from her face and was about to suggest that they go clean themselves up a little and think about having "dessert," when he felt a mass of tangles. Boy, she hadn't been kidding when she told him it would get worse. He smiled at her and said, "I guess you weren't kidding about your hair being a mess if you didn't comb it out." Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 04 She smiled back with a look of "I told you so," on her face, so he continued as he laid his forehead against hers, "OK, let's go clean ourselves up a little and I'll find a comb so we can take care of your hair, and then we can have dessert." He put a special emphasis on the word "dessert," and her smile widened. As he slowly backed away from her and his flaccid cock slipped out of her wet hole, they both winced, neither of them wanting to break their connection. They saw several drops of cum drip onto the floor in front of the counter, they both looked up at each other and, at the same time, said, "Messy!" and they burst out laughing again! Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 05 As they were laughing, John Wayne lifted Diana Maitland off the edge of the kitchenette counter, swung her around, hugging her, and set her on her feet. Then he bent down and picked up their robes off the floor, handing one of them to her, and said, "I'll clean up our 'mess,' you go ahead to the bathroom and do whatever you need to do and I'll be there in a few minutes." "Can I help you?" she asked, not wanting to make him feel that she expected him to take care of everything. "No," he replied, still chuckling, "It's not like it's that big of a mess! Besides, I'm going to put the room service dishes outside the door and I can't very well ask you to do that!" "But we haven't had our 'dessert' yet!" she exclaimed, thinking he was going to get rid of the strawberries and cream. "Don't worry, little girl, I'm just going to put them in the icebox to keep them chilled until we're ready for them. I'm only getting rid of our other dishes, OK? Now, vamoose," he said firmly, indicating with a wave of his arm in the direction of the bedroom. She snapped to attention and barked, "Yes, sir!" Then gave him a salute, spun on her heels and hurried away, trying to keep her thighs together, because she could feel drips of cum starting to trickle down her legs, and she didn't want to leave a trail for him to have to clean up! When she got to the bathroom, she realized that she did have to go very badly, so it was a good thing that she would have it to herself for a few minutes. When she was finished, she took a washcloth and wet it with warm water and a little bit of soap and cleaned between her thighs and her crack thoroughly, then rinsed the cloth several times and wiped away any soap residue that might have been left on her sensitive areas. Then she put the terrycloth robe back on and opened the door to go into the bedroom. Wayne had taken some paper napkins and wiped up "their mess" off the hard floor (thank God it wasn't carpeting!), then used one to wipe most of the wetness off his dick just so he didn't drip any more or leave wet spots on his robe. He put the bowl of strawberries and cream in the small icebox in the kitchenette area and then put all the used dishes and utensils back on the room service tray, put the lid on it and set it just outside the main door in the hallway. Then he headed into the bedroom and started looking through his toiletries bag to find a comb so they could untangle her hair. Luckily, he found a nice larger size comb with wider teeth that would probably work a lot easier than the small barber combs he usually used. Just as he was pulling the comb out of his bag, she opened the bathroom door and came out. He showed her the comb, and she smiled and said, "Great! That'll work just fine!" Then she indicated to the bathroom and said, "All yours!" As they walked toward each other, she reached out her hand to take the comb, but he held it back from her and said, "Don't I get a reward?" She grinned, if he wanted a reward, then by God, she would give him the best reward she could come up with on the spur of the moment. So, she moved right up to him, put her lips to his, then opened his robe to reach her hands around his waist to his back and then down to his ass. She thought she had felt his ass cheeks tighten with her first soft stroke over them, so she started to rub and knead his hard ass firmly with her soft hands. She'd kept her eyes open the whole time, watching his face. He had closed his eyes when she kissed him, but as soon as he felt her hands move down to his ass, his eyes popped open and he saw her watching him. The slight surprise in his eyes changed to a heavy-lidded look as he was enjoying the feel of her soft hands rubbing and massaging his firm ass, so he had relaxed his cheek muscles completely. His arms had just been hanging loosely at his sides, the comb still in his left hand, so he tossed it on the bed and was just about to put his arms around her. Suddenly, she broke the kiss and removed her hands from his ass, and said, "I guess this just isn't doing much for you, is it?" He frowned in confusion, and asked, "What do you mean?" She said, "Well, usually when a man likes the feeling of a woman playing with his ass, the muscles relax and the cheeks feel more 'pliable,' you know, softer. But you've kept your cheeks clenched the whole time." Now he looked even more confused and said, "No I haven't! I was really getting into the feeling of your soft hands on my ass and my cheeks are as relaxed as they get!" Now it was her turn to look confused. "What?" she asked, shaking her head slightly. "Turn around!" she commanded; he hesitated for a second then turned his back to her. She moved his robe aside to get a clear view of his firm ass. Then she squarely placed both of her hands on each of his cheeks. "Are you relaxed right now?" He shook his head yes, and she exclaimed, "You are not!" Suddenly, she felt the muscles in his ass harden even further to, what felt like, granite, making her gasp slightly; then she exclaimed, "Oh my God! You really are a hard ass!" And she collapsed onto the bed in a fit of laughter. When he realized what she'd said, it made him chuckle. Yes, he'd always had the reputation as being somewhat of a "hard ass," but he'd never thought about it that way! Then he wondered if she had thought about one of the ways in which his strong ass muscles served him so well? He pivoted around to face her, his robe still hanging open, and his stance a littler wider than usual. He put his fists on his hips and looked down at her with a sexy grin on his face, and said, "Oh yeah? Well, I have to have a hard ass in order to be able to fuck with this monster!" indicating his dick with a quick thrust of his hips in her direction. She had slowed her laughter some when he turned toward her. Her eyes were traveling up and down his body taking in his appearance, and when he put his fists on his hips with his feet planted further apart than usual, she thought he looked like a sexy, grown-up version of Peter Pan! Then he made that statement about why he had to have a hard ass, and when he jerked his hips toward her so that his cock flipped up slightly, her gaze flew to his face and she saw his obvious amusement—they both burst out laughing...again! His hard laughter brought his attention to the fact that he needed to piss...badly. So, he calmed himself down and told her he had to go to the bathroom and that he'd be right back, then made his way to the door. He glanced back at her just before he closed the door, and they shared a quiet chuckle together. She laid on the bed for a moment longer as her laughter subsided, then sat up and spotted the comb just a couple feet away where he had tossed it on the bed. She grabbed it and started picking at the worst of her tangles, a huge smile still on her face as she sat recalling the last few minutes, and hours. She had not laughed this much in such a long time, and it amazed her to discover what an engaging sense of humor he seemed to have! And, oh, how she loved the sound of his laugh! As Wayne stood pissing in the toilet, he kept smiling to himself as he thought about the last few minutes, and hours. He could not remember ever, in his life, laughing this much with a woman. He and some of his drinking buddies would have some rip-roaring times when they would be making jokes and laughing their asses off as they got plastered. But most women usually did not enjoy his sense of humor, except for a couple of his favorite co-stars and friends, like Maureen and Gail. Of course, out of respect for them, he never made his jokes with them raunchy; they were just simple practical jokes, but instead of getting mad at him, they saw the humor in them and laughed with him...and then usually paid him back! But with Diana, he felt like he could talk to her and joke with her about almost anything. He finished his business, finally, and then saw where she had used a washcloth to clean herself up, so he did the same thing. When he came back out to the bedroom, she was sitting on the end of the bed using the comb to work on the tangles on the right side of her head. She was having some difficulty because the comb was a little large for her hand and she seemed to have trouble controlling it. She looked at him and said, "I've gotten the left side done since I'm right handed and I didn't have any trouble using the comb. But trying to use this thing with my left hand is proving a little more difficult." He smiled at her and took the comb out her hand, and said, "Here, let me..." She looked up at him quickly, her eyes wide and a faint look of fear in them as she started to speak, "But, these are really bad..." He shushed her, and then said, "I have daughters, remember? I've had to untangle little girls' hair before. You trust me...don't you?" He had such a look of tenderness on his face that she immediately felt bad for thinking he would even attempt to do something that might hurt her. All the look of fear was gone and she nodded up at him, and then sat still while he gently started to pick at her tangles—from the bottom up. So, he did have practice at this! She laughed softly as she remembered her own mother's impatience sometimes when trying to get the "rat's nests" (as her mother had called them) out of her hair when she was a little girl. But her father, even though she knew he loved her beyond reason, would never have taken the time to learn how to get tangles out of her hair! The fact that he did intrigued her, mostly because it was something about his personality that she would never have guessed! He heard her soft laugh and wondered what she was finding amusing this time. Maybe the fact that a big star like John Wayne was standing here picking tangles out of her hair like she was a child? That thought stirred a slightly uneasy feeling in him. So, he asked her, "What, exactly, are you finding amusing about this?" She thought for a moment, then said, "It's not amusing, really, it's more...ironic. I was just remembering when I was a child, my mother used to get so impatient sometimes, trying to get tangles out of my hair, and it was much longer then, so the tangles were a lot worse. My father would hear her yelling at me, sometimes, to stand still while she tried working on them, and he would look at me as if to remind me to just do what she said and be patient. Don't get me wrong, my mother is a very warm and loving person, but sometimes, she just doesn't have patience for little things that seem to get in the way, so we've all had to make allowances for that. And my father is a very patient man. The ironic part is, that in all the years my father listened to her yelling at my older sister and me about it, he never once tried to learn how to untangle our hair so my mother wouldn't have to deal with it any more—and he adores her." She looked up at him with her next sentence, " And now, here you are, doing something my own father would never have done and with more patience than my mother was capable of. I just sort of like seeing the differences in people's personalities and trying to figure out what it is that makes them different." He thought about what she told him as he continued working on the back of her hair, remembering when his girls were younger and why he had taken the time to learn how to untangle their hair. Then he realized that the times he spent doing that gave him a chance to talk to them and learn about what they had been doing and how their days were spent when he was away from them on location. He asked her, "Diana, did your father spend a lot of time away from your family when you were young?" She shook her head no. He inhaled slowly and quietly, then held his breath as he asked his next question; "Do you feel like he didn't pay enough attention to you when you were growing up?" "No," she said with a slight laugh, "Just the opposite. My father would take me places with him all the time; even to just the grocery store or service station, and we would talk a lot. He would read stories to me sometimes, but we never played games or anything like that, except he did teach me how to play poker when I was four; and I always knew he loved me." She heard him exhale heavily like he'd been holding his breath, and she began to wonder why he asked her that. He had asked her these questions hoping to get an answer to help show her where the differences came in between her father and himself, and to lay to rest something else that had been nagging at the back of his mind as well. "Well then, that explains it," he said. She looked up at him with a question in her eyes, so he continued; "I spend a lot of time away from my children shooting movies. When I was home, doing little things like getting the tangles out of my daughters' hair, gave me a chance to spend a little time just talking to them and learning what they'd been up to while I was gone. Your father didn't need to do that because he spent time with you in other ways. He was a smart man, because untangling hair is not an easy job!" He said that last part through his teeth as he worked on her last stubborn knot. She appreciated his insight into why he had done something for his daughters that required a level of trust and indicated closeness, but that her own father had not done for her. And she could see he was right—she and her father were always close and she trusted him implicitly—whereas he had to take what opportunities he could to show his children that he loved them because he was gone so much. But she still had the feeling there was more to his last question than that. So she asked him, "Why do I have the feeling that you had another reason for asking me about my relationship with my father?" She looked up at him as she finished that question, and he avoided looking directly at her. He had just finished getting that last knot out and was starting to run the comb through her, now, tangle-free, soft hair, and said, "There you go, no more tangles!" and handed her the comb as he started to turn away. "Not so fast!" she said, as she grabbed the tie on his robe and pulled him back around to face her as she stood up. The tie loosened and his robe fell partially open down to his hips, making him look especially sexy. He had a slight frown on his face; he didn't want to admit to her that he'd been unable to completely shut out of his mind the idea that the only reason she was so attracted to him was because she saw him as some sort of "father figure." He'd still been feeling a slight lingering of guilt that he was somehow taking advantage of her. And the fact that she liked him calling her "little girl" hadn't exactly helped to dispel that notion. Now that he knew she didn't have any "daddy issues," there was nothing to hold him back, and he wasn't quite sure how that was going to make him react when their lust came back full force again, which could be at any second. He wasn't quite sure what to say to her at that moment, and he opened his mouth a couple times to try, but nothing would come out. He looked so uncomfortable, and to see him at a loss for words with her, amused her, and she smiled and chuckled softly. Then she remembered that he was avoiding answering her question about why he had seemed so curious about her relationship with her father—and suddenly she thought she knew why he was so uncomfortable. She climbed onto the bed on her knees right in front of him, which put her almost at eye level with him. She looked at the expanse of his hard chest where his robe was gaping open and brought her hands up to caress him there. Then she looked up into his eyes and she thought she saw a slight warning look, but also the beginnings of embers, and she said, "You still think I'm too young for you and that I see you as a father figure, is that it? Well, let me reassure you that I definitely do not need another 'daddy,' and the reason I like you to call me 'little girl' only has to do with the fact that you're such a 'big man' and...I'm...so...small..." She had started her second statement with a sexy groan to her voice, and moved her right hand down his chest, undid the loose tie of his robe, and then reached her hand down to grasp his dick just as she said "big man"—then faltered on her last words, her voice drifting off as she felt his cock grow from half mast to fully hard as soon as she wrapped her hand around it! And the look in his eyes instantly went from smoldering to blazing hot! Now, she was speechless; there was a stunned look on her face and her mouth was gaping open. She was so stunned, she didn't even realize that her hand was still gripping his hard shaft like a vise, until she felt his hand on hers prying her loose! Finally, it seemed, he was able to surprise her. He grinned in the sexiest way, enhancing the look in his eyes, as he reached forward and undid the tie of her robe and opened it with his hands so he could see her body. Then he looked straight into her eyes as he told her in his gravelly voice, "You're partly right, little girl. I was harboring a little guilt, still feeling that I had to be taking advantage of some need you probably had for a father figure, and it may have been holding me back in some way. But now that I know this has nothing to do with any 'daddy issues' on your part, there's definitely nothing left to hold me back, so now I'm going to eat you alive!" With that, he gripped her upper arms, lifting her slightly, and threw her straight backward onto the bed, causing her to let out a small shriek as she landed with her head on the pillows. He shrugged the robe off his shoulders, just letting it fall to the floor, then he leaned down and crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees. Slowly, he crept right up over her, staring into her eyes the whole way—looking every inch like a predator about to devour his prey. As she watched him moving toward her, she was trying to deal with her confusion over their switch in positions. She had thought she was going to have to seduce him in a way that would convince him she did not see him as a father figure. But, it seems he had already figured that out, and now he was seducing her and...boy, was he good at it! The hunger in his eyes and the sight of his hard body in such a predatory pose over her had the faltering flame in her pussy, from her confusion, roaring instantly into an inferno! She wanted to touch him. He saw the fire come up in her eyes and saw her start to move as if to touch him, and he growled in his throat to warn her, then said in a sexy command, "Don't move, little girl. I'm in control at this moment because I have a very specific image in mind of what I want to do to you next. But you have the power to take control away from me when you touch me...so please don't, OK?" He saw her eyes widen slightly at his warning and then her nod that she understood. Then he saw the passion in her eyes deepen even more and he realized she wanted him to take control! Good. He leaned back on his knees in a crouched position straddling her thighs, and his monstrous cock was hanging, pointing straight at her face. He saw her staring at it with a wanton look as she slightly bit her lower lip, then licked her lips and closed her eyes and gave a soft moan. He knew what she was thinking. "You want to suck my cock, don't you little girl?" Her eyes flew open to his face, and all she could do was whimper and nod her head yes. She looked and sounded so desperate again, like she had been in the shower earlier, only this time she was desperate to please him. How could he refuse? His image of him touching, tasting, kissing and licking every part of her body could hold for the moment. He smiled at her as he pushed himself backward off the bed and stood up. Then he paused for a second as he looked at her and said, "I'll be right back." He turned and strode out of the bedroom completely naked. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 05 She propped herself up on her elbows as he had backed off the bed and stood up...God, how she loved to look at his naked body! When he told her he'd be right back, she knew where he was going—to get the strawberries and cream! This was going to be a dessert she would remember for the rest of her life! She sat up on the bed and took off her robe, spreading it out so it was mostly covering the bedspread, then she propped herself up on her knees at the end of the bed waiting for him as she could hear him heading back. When he got to the bedroom door he stopped just inside it, striking a pose with the bowl of strawberries and cream positioned right beside his beautiful, monstrous cock and said, "Dessert is served! Where would you like it?" in his low, sexy rumble. She motioned to her robe spread on the bed and was looking at his body like a starving woman. She had to calm down; she was both excited and scared at the thought she was finally going to do something she had only dreamed about. Excited that she was finally going to get her lips, tongue and mouth on his cock—scared that it was bigger than she had imagined and that she might not be able to do it justice. He moved to the bed and set the bowl on the bedside table, then laid himself down on top of the robe, making himself comfortable and folding his arms with his hands behind his head on the pillows. Then he looked at her and grinned, as he noticed she had her eyes locked on his dick with the same hunger he had seen in them before, but this time he thought he saw fear as well. He softly asked, "What's the matter, little girl, afraid it might be too much of a monster for your mouth?" She looked up at him suddenly, her eyes slightly widened as she whispered, "Yes." He brought his hands out from behind his head and held his arms out to her and said, huskily, "Come here, little girl," and waited until she had crawled up to lay next to him with his arms around her and her head on his shoulder. He could feel her trembling slightly and realized she really was nervous, so he started with, "You know, you really don't have to do this if..." "No!" she cut him off, as she popped up on her elbow to look at him. "I reeaallllly want to do this, it's just that...well...since you are so...huge and my mouth...isn't, I'm just not sure how...good it will feel...for you..." her voice trailing off nervously. He realized she was nervous because she was afraid she would disappoint him! He started to laugh softly as he pulled her head back down to his shoulder and encircled her tightly in his arms. Then he threw her own words back at her, but with a twist, "Oh, there is no way you could ever disappoint me, little girl, because you strike me as the type of woman who wants to thoroughly please me before she pleases herself, am I right?" He heard her laugh softly and felt her relax; then he continued, "I'm going to let you in on a little secret. There's only been one other woman, one time, who's ever attempted to do what you are about to, and she didn't have a very big mouth either, but it worked out just fine, especially for me!" He grinned widely when he said that. She raised up and looked at him again as she realized he was saying that he'd had only one blowjob in his life! No wonder he'd gotten so excited and flustered earlier when she'd told him she wanted to suck his cock! Now she felt confident enough that she would not disappoint him—it was time for dessert! Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 06 Diana Maitland leaned over and gave John Wayne a soft kiss on his mouth before she sat up next to him and picked up the bowl of strawberries and cream on the bedside table. As she turned back to him, she looked at his face and said, "Please, make yourself comfortable; just lie back and enjoy..." So, he moved his arms up and folded his hands behind his head on the pillows as he had done when he first laid down, leaving his legs lying just straight and loose on the robe she had spread on the bed. There were quite a few pillows piled at the head of the bed, so he wasn't lying flat and he had an easy view down his body. His cock wasn't quite as hard as it had been a few minutes ago before he'd had to reassure her that she would in no way disappoint him by trying to give him a blowjob! He knew just the sensation of her soft lips and tongue anywhere on his thick shaft for even just a few minutes would feel like heaven to him! She waited until he looked like he had positioned himself comfortably, then she picked up a nice, ripe strawberry, dipped it in the cream and brought it up to her mouth to take a bite. But first, she stopped it about an inch from her mouth and then stuck her tongue out to lick the cream from the berry in a circular motion, closing her eyes, and moaning, "Mmmmm...this tastes really good!" She heard him inhale sharply and then mutter, "You little minx...!" When she opened her eyes, he was staring at her with his eyes burning, and she could see out of the corner of her right eye that his dick was at full attention again. Maybe it wouldn't be very difficult at all to get him off with her mouth if she could tease him this much and she hadn't even touched him yet! She dipped the same berry in the cream again and held it toward him and asked, "Would you like a taste?" He nodded his head yes, and she brought the berry to his mouth; he wrapped his lips around it like it was one of her nipples and sucked the cream off, then flicked his tongue over the end of it a few times before biting it off. Touché'; he could tease as well as she could! She ate the rest of that berry while she picked another one out of the bowl and dipped it in the cream. Then she leaned down and started to kiss his neck, shoulders and chest as she took the berry and touched it to his nipples, leaving little dollops of cream on them. Then she said, "Let's see if your nipples are as sensitive as mine." Then she set the bowl aside for a moment as she leaned down and used her tongue to firmly lick the cream from his chest, feeling his nipples harden slightly as she licked and sucked at them, and hearing him moan softly as she did. This was another new experience for him; no other woman had ever licked or sucked at his nipples; he realized this was another more sensitive area of his body that he had not known about before. She was almost half his age, yet she was teaching him things about his own body that he would probably have never figured out himself. As she sat back and looked at his face again, she could see he was definitely enjoying what she was doing so far. She brought the berry in her hand up to her mouth and wrapped her lips around it before taking a bite of it, then offered the rest of it to him. He opened his mouth and she pushed the rest of the berry past his lips and he captured her finger with it, sucking it into his mouth and licking it with his tongue as he was anticipating her doing with his dick. She got his message, and she would get there...in due time. She picked up another berry, dipped it in the cream and ran it from the base of his sternum to the top of his pubic hair, right down the middle of his abdomen. He was so tall, that it looked like such a long line and she wondered how long it would take her to lick it all off! She hoped it wouldn't take long, because she was dying for a closer look at his cock, and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to keep from grabbing it! She set the bowl aside again, taking her time to lick the line of cream down his abdomen, making her tongue firm and using a swirling motion. As she neared his crotch, she could see his diaphragm moving up and down as she heard his breathing getting heavier. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying what she was doing and she wondered how much more of his body she could lick and taste before he would be begging her to suck his cock. When she got to the end of the line of cream at his patch of hair, she nudged his cock aside with her chin and she planted a firm, lingering kiss on his pubic mound about an inch or so above the base of his dick. Then, she inhaled lightly, getting the scent of his clean maleness—his pheromones. The smell intoxicated her senses, causing her juices to flow and her pussy to feel like it was throbbing, and she let out a low moan. Then she felt his dick twitch as it tapped her on her neck and he hissed. She sat up and looked at him; his eyes were closed and he looked like he was trying to regulate his breathing. She asked him, "Are you OK?" He opened his eyes and she could see them smoldering again as he said, "Oh yes...I'm fine!" Her moan when she inhaled his scent, started the fire where she had kissed him to spread throughout his loins, which caused his dick to twitch. Then he furrowed his brows slightly as he asked, "Why did you pick that particular spot to kiss?" "Oh, just sort of a 'thank you,'" she replied, with a Mona Lisa smile. Then he grinned slowly as he began to understand; that was probably the spot that stimulates her clit when they fuck! "You're welcome," he rumbled sexily. As they stared for a few seconds, the looks in their eyes were almost making both of them just grab each other for another good fuck, but she finally shook her head slightly remembering her original mission—dessert! She picked up the bowl of strawberries and cream again and said, "Now, where was I? Ah, yes, now I remember..." as she moved to position herself between his legs. He widened his legs as she moved between them and he bent his knees and brought his feet up to support his legs at a comfortable angle. As he looked down his body and saw her crouched between his bent and spread legs just inches from his crotch, he thought it was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. His dick was throbbing from his anticipation of finally feeling her mouth on it, and he was finding it difficult to control his breathing. She was staring at his rock-hard dick, and said, "Now, this is the dessert I've been longing for!" She looked at the bowl of strawberries and cream, then back at his crotch, then up to his face and said, "I don't want anything else interfering with my first taste of you," and she set the bowl aside. Then she looked back at his face again and, with a sly grin, said, "By the way, feel free to tell me if you like what I'm doing, or if you want me to do anything else..." She saw the desire in his eyes increasing as he nodded yes. Slowly she bent toward his left thigh to place a soft kiss on his inner thigh about half way between his knee and his crotch. She looked down at his balls and noticed that there seemed to be very little hair on them, much to her relief. Then she kissed the same spot on his thigh again, but this time, she parted her lips and used her tongue to lick firmly in a circle, then slowly started to trace a path with her tongue up his thigh (or rather down his thigh, since it was bent upward!) toward his crotch. She would only be able to do this once on each side since the hair on his thighs was a little rough and she didn't want to desensitize her tongue. Just as she got to the crease where his leg meets his crotch, she nuzzled his left ball with her mouth, sucking softly on as much of it as she could, while she used her left hand to support his sac. He moaned, and said, "Oh, God!" She glanced up at him and saw he had taken his hands out from behind his head and he had his arms just sprawled out to his sides; the look on his face was one of relaxed passion—his mouth open slightly from heavier breathing and his eyes barely open under his heavy lids. She smiled at him and then kept her eyes locked on his as she bent back down, then closed her eyes as she lightly nipped at, licked and kissed his left ball again. Then she switched sides; kissing and licking up (or down!) his right thigh to his crease, and then softly sucking, nipping, licking and kissing his right ball and massaging his left one with her right hand. His eyes widened as he watched her; he'd forgotten how much he enjoyed having a woman play with and massage his balls. So, he told her, "Oh, little girl, it's been so long since any woman has put her mouth on my crotch, and your soft lips, tongue and hands feel so good on my balls!" She sat up a little further, looked at him and smiled sexily, and said, "Well, if that feels so good, let's see how this feels..." and she reached up with her right hand to grasp his thick cock firmly, standing it straight up and bringing her head down over it. She stopped about an inch from it, opening her mouth to snake her tongue out and slowly lick around the ridge of his huge head, ending up at the sensitive spot right at the top of his head, then applied just a little more pressure with the tip of her tongue. As soon as he felt her tongue touch the head of his dick, he closed his eyes, hissed in another breath and his hands clenched at his sides, gripping the robe he was laying on. When she applied a little more pressure on that sensitive spot on the top, it caused him to moan. He opened his eyes again and saw her watching him with her head still poised just over his dick. As she kept her eyes locked on him again, she lowered her head and put her tongue at the base of his dick and slowly licked completely up the side of his thick shaft like it was a lollipop, pausing to wrap her lips softly around the tip of his head and swirling it with her tongue. He had closed his eyes again and started to moan the second her tongue began its journey, then he growled deep in his throat when she tongued the head. He had to close his eyes; the sight of her beautiful face showing such obvious pleasure at licking his dick was quickly making him lose control, and he wanted to be able to enjoy this for as long as possible—he might never get the chance again. He felt her continuing to move his dick and her head around in different positions as she completely covered his thick shaft with long, slow, wet licks of her tongue. His moans were replaced by a low, gravelly chant of, "Oh, yeah...oh, yeah..." as he savored the feeling of her soft tongue on every inch of his painfully hard dick. He was going to need release soon. He opened his eyes and reached his hand down to touch her soft hair to get her attention, as her head was making an upward journey on one of her slow licks and her eyes were closed. She had her eyes closed as she was concentrating on feeling every hard, velvety inch of his cock with her tongue. When she felt his hand in her hair, she slowly opened her eyes, but kept her tongue and lips in contact with the head of his cock for a few seconds, using her tongue to lick up a pearl of pre-cum that was poised on the tip, and then she mumbled, "Mmmm..." His eyes almost bugged, his hand dropped, and then his lungs burning in his chest reminded him he had forgotten to breathe. The continued look of shear lust on her face since she started licking his balls and cock was exciting him as much as what she was actually doing to him. His dick was continually throbbing now and he so badly wanted to cum, but he was having trouble getting his brain to function properly so he could tell her what he wanted. She could see him struggling to regain some control, so she tried to help give him some focus, by coaxing softly, "Tell me what you want, big man," as her right hand still gripped the base of his cock firmly. His wide eyes looked directly into hers, seeing her lust tempered with passion, begging him to help her please him by telling her what he wanted. He closed his eyes for a moment; he could do this; he wanted to do this...for her. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, opened his eyes, and in a soft, sexy voice said, "I want you to wrap your luscious lips around the head of my cock and lick and suck on it. Also, please use your soft hands to rub up and down my thick shaft and massage my balls. And...would it be all right if I cum in your mouth?" His voice had a pleading groan with that last question. She started to smile softly at him as he had told her what he wanted, absently stroking his cock with her right hand as she listened. When he asked her if he could cum in her mouth, there was no way she would have refused him, even though she preferred not to do that. She had tried it only once and she nearly gagged because she didn't like the texture of it in her mouth; it just felt..."slimy." The taste hadn't bothered her at all—it was just the texture. But, she could do this; she wanted to do this...for him. Her eyes glowed as she looked at him and said, "Anything for you, big man." She changed her position so she would have both her hands free to use them as she needed. She sat fully up, crooked her left thigh outward and bent her knee back in to pull her left ankle and foot in front of her between her crotch and his. Then she scooted a littler closer toward his crotch, leaving room to get to his balls with her hands, and put her right leg over his left thigh when he lowered it realizing she would need to brace her right leg over his for balance. Once she was ready, she looked into his eyes again and said, "Don't worry, big man, I'm going to take care of you now." With that, she grasped his thick shaft at the base with both hands, lowered her head and licked another droplet of pre-cum from the tip and kissed it softly with her lips. She saw him close his eyes just before she opened her mouth and engulfed his entire dickhead, holding still for a moment to use her saliva and thoroughly wet it with her tongue. She could hear his breathing getting ragged. Slowly she moved her head up and down a few short strokes to just rub her lips over the ridge as she also started to rub softly up and down his thick shaft with both of her hands. This had him moaning softly again, and he was keeping his eyes closed. As she continued her slow, short strokes of her lips and mouth on his dickhead, she gradually started to use a sucking pressure to draw the head back into her mouth on her downward stroke, keeping the same steady pace with her hands up and down his shaft while gradually increasing the pressure with them as well. He was now starting to moan louder, and she could see his hands were clenching and unclenching the fabric of the robe he was laying on to the rhythm of her strokes. She took her left hand off his dick for a few seconds to softly massage his balls, and that caused him to crush his head back into the pillows and let out a low groan, "Ohhhh...." As she brought her left hand back up to his dick to continue stroking it with both hands, she lifted her head to relax her jaw muscles for a moment, and looked at him with her pleading, passionate eyes, and moaned, "Cum for me, big man, let me make you feel good!" When he heard her say that, he opened his eyes and looked at her, wishing he could tell her that she had already made him feel like he had died and gone to heaven, but he was not capable of words at that moment. But, she saw the look in his eyes; he was getting close. She bent down again and wrapped her lips around the head of his dick, and started licking and sucking on it for all she was worth, and pumping her hands up and down his shaft in a steady, but faster, rhythm. He immediately started emitting a steady groan, and then it became, "Oh, God...oh, God...ohhhhh..." She slowed her pace a bit in time to his "Oh Gods," but increased the pressure on his shaft and the pressure of her sucking and licking just a little more. Then, his hips started thrusting in that same slower rhythm and he let out a loud groan and she realized he was about to cum. She quickly reached her right hand down and started to massage his balls, and she could feel that they had drawn up tightly and were firmer. Then she felt a wad of cum shoot out of his dickhead and into the back of her mouth, and she swallowed it as quickly as she could while she stretched her 3 middle fingers down to the sensitive area just under his balls, and massaged her fingers on that area between his balls and his asshole. Suddenly, his hips jerked harder a couple of times, his head thrashed backward into the pillows knocking most of them out from under him, and he loudly yelled, "AAAAHHHHGGGG..." as the last few drops of his semen squirted into her mouth (somehow she had managed to keep her lips locked around his dickhead!). Then he was still, just lying there with his chest heaving, spread-eagle on the bed. She had released his cock from her mouth just before he collapsed and she swallowed the last few drops of cum on her tongue, noting that his cum didn't seem as "slimy" as what she remembered and there was almost no taste to it, except for a slight saltiness. She sat there and just gently rubbed his balls for a minute, then she leaned down and placed a kiss on his softening cock, and licked up the last smears of cum on it, before crawling up to lay down next to him on his right side with her head on his shoulder. As soon as he felt her move up beside him and lay down, he forced himself to find the energy to put his arms around her and hold her as tightly to him as he could, and she laid her right arm on his chest, gently stroking him with her hand. As his breathing returned to normal, his mind kept drifting back to the last few minutes and he kept trying to recall his thoughts about what had happened. But, he had no thoughts; he could only remember the intense sensations that coursed through his body. His last clear thought that he could recall was that, when she had told him that she wanted to make him feel good, he had wanted to tell her she already had. Then he remembered looking at her, and seeing her put her mouth back on his dick, and then...nothing but the feeling of liquid heat coursing through his balls and cock until he felt the release of the orgasm he had been craving, and then another sudden flash of intense pleasure that he had never experienced before in his life. What was that? She must have done...something to make that happen, but what? He had to find out, so he took a deep breath, and said, "My God, little girl, what did you do to me?" She raised up on her left elbow and looked at him and asked, "What, you didn't like it?" with a nervous look on her face. "Hell yeah, I loved it! It was the most intense pleasure I've ever felt, but how the hell did you do that?" he asked, with an incredulous look on his face. She smiled and laughed lightly, and said, "Oh, it's one of the little 'secrets' I learned from all those books and magazines I told you I read when I was curious to learn more about sex." He kept staring at her with his eyebrows raised waiting to hear what this "secret" was, so she continued, "I massaged your perineum." He frowned and looked a little confused, so she said, "Here, I'll show you." She sat up a little, took her right hand and put her 3 middle fingers up like the "Boy Scout salute," then reached her hand down and under his balls to his perineum and firmly massaged the area with her fingers. He felt a slight jolt of pleasure, but nowhere close to what he had felt before, and he asked, "That's it?" She brought her hand back and relaxed by his side again, and said, "No, I think the trick is that it feels a little more intense if I do that after you've already started to cum. But I also read that some men like to have that area stimulated during sex as well, but I wasn't sure if you'd like it, so I waited to see if it would work for you to enhance your orgasm...and I guess it did!" Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 06 He chuckled slightly and said, "Yeah, I'd say so!" Then he sighed heavily, and said, "Oh, I could really use a drink and cigarette right about now!" She smiled and said, "Well, your cigarettes are laying over there on the dresser, but I think your tequila is still on the table in the other room. Would you like me to get them for you?" He smiled back at her and said, "Would you, please? I'm an old man, and my body still hasn't quite recovered from what you did to me!" She laughed, and exclaimed, "Old man! You haven't been acting like an old man, and you sure as hell don't fuck like an old man!" God, she was good for his ego! His eyes glowed at her as he said, "You make me feel like I could do anything, little girl, but right now I, honestly, could not get off this bed, so..." his voice trailed off and his eyes were pleading with her. She smiled warmly, and leaned over to kiss him softly. Then she got up off the bed, walked over to the dresser and picked up his cigarettes and lighter and brought them to him. She leaned over him and picked up the bowl containing the rest of the strawberries and cream and said, "I'll be right back," and strode out of the bedroom completely naked. He watched her as she walked out, thinking he would never get tired of looking at her naked body—she was gorgeous! And smart, and funny, and also verrrry sexy...a very intoxicating combination! He doubted he would need as much tequila right now! He reached behind him and found the top of the bedspread and sheet and started to pull them back, managing to lift his body up enough to pull them down and climb under them, then pushed the robe that had been on top of the spread onto the floor. Then, he propped up a few pillows again and leaned back as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it while he waited for her to return. Diana put the bowl of berries and cream back in the icebox, then went to the table and poured herself a half glass of wine. Then she found a small tumbler in one of the kitchenette cabinets and picked up the bottle of tequila in the same hand and headed back to the bedroom. When she entered, she saw that he had pulled back the covers and was leaning back, relaxing, slowly dragging on a cigarette. She walked over to the side of the bed and sat down facing him, set down her glass of wine to open the bottle of tequila, then poured him about 2 fingers in the tumbler and then handed it to him. All he could think was, "Damn, she knows me so well!" He would normally have poured himself about 3 fingers, but after what they'd been through this afternoon and evening, he wouldn't need that much, and somehow, she seemed to know that. She picked up her glass of wine and sipped on it for a couple minutes, finishing it, while he downed a couple swallows of tequila; and they just stared at each other. Then she moved the covers aside and climbed in next to him, nestling her head on his shoulder again as she molded herself to his right side. He finished his cigarette and put it out in the ashtray on the table on the other side of the bed, then downed his last shot of tequila and set the glass next to the ashtray. Then they scooted themselves down to lay a little flatter and get more comfortable. She could not stop herself from stroking his chest—she suddenly feared this was all a dream and if she fell asleep, he would be gone when she woke up! As if he could read her mind, he kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms a little tighter around her, and said, "I'm not going anywhere, little girl; we just need to rest for a while." It was only about 6:30 in the evening, the sun had just finished setting and the room was growing dark—and they had just met each other earlier that day. But, as they drifted off to sleep, they felt as if they had known each other forever... Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 07 Diana Maitland was in the middle of one of her dreams about John Wayne again. He had just laid her down on the bed, kissing her, his hands exploring all over her body and she was begging him to fuck her. She could actually feel his large hands cupping her breasts and moving lower to stroke his fingers in her pussy and...wait a second. Something about this dream felt all too real... She started to become aware of a large, warm body pressed against her back, with rough, but gentle hands roaming over her. The bedspread had been pushed off the bed and the sheet was down around their waists. She twisted her body onto her back, turning her head to try to see who it was, but it was too dark to see his face; she couldn't see anything but shapes and shadows from the soft glow filtering in through the windows. She had no idea what time it was. Then she heard the voice that she had heard a thousand times in her dreams say, "I need you, Diana." She moaned, then said breathlessly, "If this is a dream, I don't want to wake up!" He heard the longing in her voice, and he brought his hands up to her face and stroked her cheek with his fingers, and said, "This isn't a dream...it's a dream come true...I need you, little girl!" "Then take me, big man, because I need you, too!" she said, her voice shaking with emotion. The passion in her voice was almost his undoing. He had planned to make slow, sweet love to her, but she sounded desperate again, and every time he heard that, it would just escalate the urgency of his need to satisfy her. He groaned and crushed his lips to hers, forcing her mouth open to thrust his tongue inside. Then he remembered he had yet to put his mouth on her breasts as he had been yearning to do. He dragged his mouth from hers, trailing it down her jaw to her neck, kissing and licking the hollow where her neck and shoulder meet, delighting in her moans of pleasure from it. Then he kissed and licked his way down her chest, paying special attention to the sensitive areas along her collarbones and the valley between her breasts. She was eliciting soft moans the whole time. Then, he took a deep breath and worked his mouth from between her breasts to the soft undersides, and then to the peak of her left breast. He was mostly using his tongue, but when he reached her nipple, he wrapped his lips completely around it and the areola and sucked softly, then fluttered his tongue quickly and softly over the tip. She moaned loudly and arched her back, forcing more of her breast against his face. She loved the feeling of his mouth on her breast, but it was just increasing the fire in her pussy and she needed to feel him inside her again; she needed that connection again. She grabbed his head and lifted it toward her face, and said, "I love the way you suck my tits, but, right now, I need you to put your big dick in my pussy and fuck me hard!" What she had really wanted to say was, "Make love to me; make me yours; tell me you'll never love another woman like this again!" But when the thoughts had popped into her head, they scared her and she felt too vulnerable. "Oh, God!" he groaned. She had complete control over him—he was powerless to refuse her anything. He kicked the sheet down to their feet, then planted himself on his knees between her legs. She lifted her legs so that her thighs were straddling her torso, her hips were pointed upward and her pussy was stretched as open as possible. He positioned the head of his dick at her opening and he could feel she was already sopping wet and hot. He couldn't hold back and he thrust his hips as hard as he could and buried his thick shaft completely in her. She half screamed and groaned loudly, then begged him in her desperate voice, "Fuck me, big man. Please, fuck me hard!" He couldn't stand it; she had his blood boiling, and suddenly he felt like an animal in heat and he just started pounding his dick in and out of her pussy as hard as he could. She was moaning loudly and just kept saying, "Harder! Fuck me harder!" He started to growl, he was fucking her as hard as could in that position, but if she wanted it harder, then by God, he was going to give it to her harder! He pulled completely out of her on his knees and backed up just far enough to grab her body and completely flip her over onto her stomach. Then he reached down and grasped her hips, lifting her ass up in the air. He leveraged his right foot up so that he was kneeling on his left knee and right foot. Then he lined his dick up with her pussy and rammed it into her again, with one hard thrust. She screamed, and he held still for a moment, completely buried in her, and growled, "Was that hard enough for you, little girl?" She groaned, "Yes, oh God, yes! Fuck me with your big dick! Ram it into me as hard as you can!" He groaned, he could not refuse her at the moment, but he wanted to make her cum as quickly as possible because he needed more than just to fuck her. So, he did as she asked and started ramming his thick shaft in and out of her as fast and hard as he could, while grasping her hips for leverage. She was moaning loudly, and saying, "Yes, yes, yes..." Then, instead of just grasping her hips, he started using the strength of his arms to actually pull her hips backward as he thrust forward, literally "pounding" into her. The sound of their flesh slapping against each other driving him even harder, and she had started another even louder moan, "Ohhhhh...!" Suddenly, he had a burst of energy and his hips almost doubled their thrusting speed and power. Then she screamed again, like she had before in the shower. Only this time, her body responded by using all her energy to thrust back against him even harder while her pussy convulsed around his dick, and she continued to scream. He kept thrusting for all he was worth, until he felt her body go limp, then he stopped his thrusts as quickly as possible and pulled his still hard dick out her, and her body just crumpled. He immediately laid down beside her, wrapping his arms and his body around hers; he could feel her chest heaving, and he asked worriedly, "Oh, God, little girl, are you all right?" as he stroked her hair away from her face with his left hand. She slowly nodded yes, as her chest continued to heave. He watched her carefully as she slowly recovered to normal breathing. Then she turned toward him and her body curled up slightly, and she sighed heavily against his chest, but it didn't sound like a contented sigh. Something didn't feel right to him, and he needed to know what it was. "What's wrong, little girl?" he asked softly. "Nothing," she squeaked; it sounded like she was crying. He leaned back from her and put his left hand to her face, which he could just see, outlined in the soft shadows, and used his thumb to trace her cheek—it was wet; she was crying. Suddenly, he was afraid that he had physically injured her and she was afraid to tell him. "Diana, tell me the truth—did I hurt you?" "No!" Then a sob escaped her, and her body started to shake as she began to cry harder. He didn't really believe he had hurt her; he thought he knew enough about a woman's body to know if she was in pleasure or in pain. And everything had seemed to indicate that she had felt nothing but pleasure. So why was she crying? His chest started to feel tight as he felt her body shaking; he gathered her to him and held her tightly while she cried softly. When she calmed down, he pulled back from her just far enough so that he could put his hands to her face, and he used the sheet to wipe the wetness from her tears away. The he tucked her head to his chest just under his chin, and said in his most gently commanding voice, "Now, little girl, tell me why you were crying." She hesitated, and then said, "I'm not quite sure how to explain it." "Explain what?" he asked. "Why I'm upset!" she exclaimed. She's upset about something (no kidding!)—she was not going to make this easy. He asked, "Was it something I did?" She said no. "Was it something I didn't do?" She was silent. He asked gently, "What does that mean, Diana? How could you be upset by something I didn't do? As far as I can remember, I did everything you asked me to, even though some of it was not what I wanted to do!" "I don't know!" she said desperately. "It just didn't feel like I wanted it to!" "What didn't feel like you wanted it to?" "The fucking," she admitted quietly. Ah, now he felt like he was getting somewhere. "What was it supposed to feel like?" "Like...like...I can't explain it!" she exclaimed sadly. He sighed, "OK, I think you've already admitted that, at least physically, it was good for you...right?" He could feel her head nodding yes. He continued, "Then that must mean something about it was not emotionally right for you, is that it?" Again, she nodded yes. Softly he asked, "What was emotionally wrong about it for you, Diana?" "I didn't feel...the connection...I wanted to feel with you," she half whispered. "Well then, we certainly do agree on that," he stated. She was silent for a moment as she sniffled a couple times. Then she asked worriedly, "Was it bad for you?" "No, Diana, I could never feel 'bad' about anything we do. It's just that, when I woke up and saw you sleeping next to me, I just felt at that moment that I needed to make love to you...slowly and passionately. But it seemed you had other ideas—and I am almost powerless to resist anything you want me to do!" She started to cry again, softly. He felt his chest tighten again, so he held her closer, and asked huskily, "Why are you crying again? Please, little girl, you're breaking my heart, tell me what is wrong?" She tried to take a deep breath, to calm down and stop crying, but she couldn't breathe because she needed to blow her nose. She started to cough a little and managed, to choke out, "I need to go blow my nose!" So, he released her and she rolled off the side of the bed and started to make her way to the bathroom, and he asked her gently, "Are you OK?" She whispered back, "I'm fine now, I'll be right back," and she went into the bathroom and closed the door, then winced as she turned on the light. She needed to go to the bathroom as well, so she blew her nose while she was sitting on the toilet. She felt like such an idiot, she had let her fears from the past several years keep her from asking him to make love to her, when it was what he had wanted, too. When she closed the bathroom door, Wayne sat up and turned the bedside light on, then grabbed a cigarette from the pack on the table and lit it, then leaned back on some pillows, waiting for her. He was still worried as to why, exactly, she was so upset, and he hoped she would explain when she came out—if not, he would figure out some way to get it out of her! When she was done, she splashed some cold water on her face to try to help rinse away the evidence of her crying, and then blotted her face dry. She turned the light out before she opened the door so he wouldn't be able to see her face, but when she opened it, she saw he had turned the bedside light on and was smoking a cigarette. He was staring directly at her with a worried look on his face, so she smiled at him to try to let him know she was all right. She owed him an explanation, so she started to speak as she walked toward the bed, "I'm so sorry I acted like that—I never wanted to do anything to upset you or make you feel that you upset or hurt me in any way!" She had reached the side of the bed that she got up from and sat down next to him, twisting her body and leaning on her left arm to look at him. Then she continued, "This was all my fault because...I was afraid to tell you what I really wanted; how I really felt," she lowered her eyes with her last statements. Then she looked back up at him again, the passion returning to her eyes as she admitted softly, "I wanted you to make love to me, too." She saw his eyes start to glow, then she felt nervous to admit this next part, so she lowered her eyes again, and continued, "I wanted to tell you to make me yours, and I wanted you to tell me that you would never...love another woman like you love me..." Tears started to shimmer in her eyes, and she was too afraid to look up to see his reaction. His reaction was...delayed; he wasn't quite sure he had heard her correctly, and then he realized he was starving for oxygen because he had forgotten to breathe—again! He had the wind knocked out him the moment he saw her, and now she had just done it again by telling him...what? That she wanted him to love her? Did he love her? His immediate first reaction to her had been pure lust, but he knew now that there was a lot more to his feelings for her than just that but...was it love? He put his cigarette out as he searched his feelings for a few moments, and when he glanced at her face, he noticed a single tear rolling down her right cheek and that she was trembling slightly. Then, it felt as if a lightning bolt pierced his brain and his heart at the same time; she was scared. He remembered she had told him that she was afraid to be vulnerable to a man because of that bastard who stole her heart and her virginity, and then just dumped her. And she had just admitted to him that she wanted his love...did that mean she loved him? He reached out his right hand and gently placed his fingers on her chin, nudging it slightly to get her to look at him. When she lifted her eyes, he saw her fear, but the passion was also still smoldering underneath the sheen of tears. "Diana, he asked huskily as he kept his fingers under her chin so she couldn't look away, "do you love me?" She couldn't speak from the tightness in her throat, so she slowly nodded her head yes, then managed to croak, "All my life!" He closed his eyes and his hand on her chin lowered; he already knew she did, and he had wondered if she would ever admit it, because he knew she had never started this...thing...with him intending to get him to marry her. She had just harbored her love for him thinking, as she had said before, that she would never be able to have "the real thing." She never expected that this chance to meet him would become a dream come true for her because...he had to have her the second he saw her...and he still wanted her, craved her, needed her...loved her? He opened his eyes; he already knew he did, he just hadn't wanted to think about it because he had no idea how this...thing...was going to end up. They would have to discuss that at some point, but right now, he needed to show her that he had never, and probably would never, love another woman the way that he loves her. When he had opened his eyes, he saw her eyes were closed again. She had a slight frown on her face, and he knew it was probably because she was afraid of how he was reacting to her admission of love for him. He leaned toward her and kissed her softly on her lips, lingering for a few seconds until she opened her eyes and met his passionate ones. He saw her passion increase as she returned his gaze, then he closed his eyes and deepened the kiss slowly. Then he leaned toward her with his right arm around her shoulders, forcing her to lay down as he leaned partially over her. He continued to kiss her, deeply, tenderly and passionately for several minutes. Her mind was reeling; he hadn't said a word to her, and yet, she was sure that if he did not love her, he would have told her because he was too honorable a man to toy with her emotions. And everything he was doing at this moment sure felt like he was "making love" to her. His deep, tender kisses while stroking her hair, her face, her neck, her shoulders and down her back with his large and firm, but gentle hands, were making her heart flutter as well as igniting the fire between her legs again. She couldn't help but respond to him with equal passion, and she put every bit of her love and desire for him in her kisses, and by wrapping her arms around his body and clutching him to her as tightly as she could. She never wanted to let him go...but she also feared that, for some reason, she could never be with him forever... She pushed that thought away, she would figure it out later; right now, she needed him to love her and that's exactly what it felt like he was doing. Even though his dick was still rigid since he had not cum during that recent hard fuck, he was having no problem keeping his lust tempered because he wanted her to know, in no uncertain terms, that he was "making love" to her. And she seemed to be responding in kind; their mouths melded perfectly together—lips moving in harmony, tongues stroking in rhythm, and soft moans of passion that seemed to echo each other. He slowly broke their kiss, opening his eyes to look at her beautiful face, then he lifted his head just far enough so that he could see all of it. She slowly opened her eyes, and he could see her love and desire for him shining in their depths, all traces of her tears gone. Then he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as he stared into her eyes and stroked the side of her face and neck, and said in his tender, gravelly voice, "I love you, too, little girl. I have never loved another woman the way I love you—with a passion that I have never felt before, and probably never will again in my life!" He saw the look in her eyes deepen, and the shimmering of tears returned. All she could think was, "Oh, my God; I thought it was true, but to hear him actually saying those words to me...and it's not a dream! If I died right now, I would be happy for the rest of eternity, no matter whether I ended up in heaven or hell!!!" She slowly started to smile and brought her right hand around his side from his back to stroke his chest, then moved up to his left shoulder and the side of his neck. Then she said softly, "Make love to me. I'm already yours; I've belonged to you my whole life, and you branded my pussy with your big cock the first time you fucked me. I'll never want or need any man the way I do you—ever again!" She saw the desire burning in his eyes increase when she said he had branded her, and she could feel him breathing heavier. Her words and the look in her eyes was almost making him lose control again, but he was determined that if she thought he had branded her pussy, then he was going to make her understand that she had also branded his cock. Yes, he has always enjoyed sex, but she is the only woman who has ever made him crave it—especially the need to feel his thick shaft buried in her tight, warm pussy. She says she has always loved him, and there definitely is no doubt of her desire for him, because her pussy seems to get wet whenever he just looks at her! And she is always so wet for him, so he has never hurt her with his thick cock, unlike a few women in his past who were just a little too tight and could never get wet enough, no matter how hard he tried to stimulate them. Yes, she had definitely branded him as well. He reached up and clasped his hand over hers on his neck, turned his head and brought her palm to his mouth and kissed and licked the palm of her hand, and then trailed his lips and tongue to her inner wrist. He heard her inhale sharply and he looked down at her eyes, seeing her desire intensifying. Then he took her hand and guided it down his body to wrap hers and his hand around his throbbing shaft and stroking it a couple times, causing him to groan as he said, "You're the one who has branded me, little girl. I told you that it felt like your pussy had been made just for me—and I meant exactly that. If it were possible, I would slide my big, thick cock deep into your lovely, soft pussy as far as I could, wrap myself around you and never let go. If I died like that, I wouldn't care if I ended up in hell as long as I could carry the memory of how heavenly it feels to have my body wrapped around and inside of you." Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 07 She had started to pant from the explosions of desire she was feeling all over her body when he put her hand on his cock and said that he would die happily just from the feeling of being inside her. His words were making her pussy throb and an unexpected moan escaped her lips as her head arched backward from the pleasure flowing through her whole body. She was still gripping his cock when she opened her eyes and saw the same look of raw desire on his entire face, and they both knew... As they stared into each other's eyes, he moved his body to position himself between her legs as she laid her body fully down beneath him, while her hand guided the head of his cock to her already dripping entrance. She spread her legs as wide as she could, bracing her feet and lifting her hips slightly to the perfect angle for him to be able to enter her. He had braced his elbows on either side of her upper arms, holding her face with his hands, then he started to move his hips forward, slowly sliding his rock-hard dick into her tight, but wet, warm, and welcoming, pussy. As he moved into her, he couldn't help closing his eyes and moaning from the feelings of slow, torturous pleasure that were coursing through his loins. She watched his face as he entered her, feeling every inch of his thick, velvety cock as it slid slowly into her throbbing, drenched pussy. When he closed his eyes and moaned, it sent a hot thrill through her body and made her sigh wantonly. When he was fully inside her, he opened his eyes and they just stared at each other as they lay still for a minute. She was savoring the feeling of fullness from his thick cock buried in her, and he was savoring the tightness of her warm, wet pussy completely surrounding his dick; they were both throbbing from the pleasure. He stroked his thumbs on her cheeks, and rumbled sexily, "You see, little girl? You were made for me." Then an intense fire came into his eyes as he said, "I can see your love and your desire for me in your eyes. But, I need to know that no other man has ever made you feel the way you do right at this moment...tell me!" His voice was husky and demanding. Her breath was coming in pants again, as she moaned, "No! No one could ever make me feel like this! My pussy craves your cock, my body craves your touch, my heart and soul crave the sight of your handsome face and the sound of your sexy voice! Oh please, make love to me, big man!" Her words were his command; he leaned down to kiss her again, slowly and tenderly, as he started to leverage his hips up and down and move his thick shaft slowly in and out of her. After a minute or two, he moved his lips down her left cheek to her neck and continued to plant soft kisses and licks on her neck and shoulder. She was softly sighing with each slow stroke of his cock, and he felt he could listen to the sound of her sighs forever. He gradually started to increase the intensity of his thrusting, and her sighs turned into soft moans, and her hips started to rock in rhythm with his. Their hips would pull back from each other at the same time, and then thrust together, and on one of their inward thrusts, he felt her make a slight circular grind with her hips. He realized she was trying to rub her clit on his pubic mound again, but he could do much better for her than that. While he continued to move in and out of her, he put all his weight on his left forearm and slid it up under her shoulders while he leveraged his right knee up under her bent left leg, rolling their bodies slightly to one side. With his right knee bent in this position, he had more leverage to be able to move his hips easier and thrust a little harder and deeper and grind his pubic area on her clit. He kept his pace leisurely as he started the deeper, harder, grinding thrusts, and her moans became louder and her head tilted up as her back arched in pleasure. He took that opportunity to bend his head down and kiss her right shoulder and neck again, and brought his right hand up to her left shoulder to caress down her chest to her left breast. As soon as he started to softly rub his hand around her breast, he heard her whimper. Then he moved his hand to her nipple, grasping her breast gently and rubbing his palm firmly over her nipple, making her groan and arch her back again. Then he took his thumb and forefinger and grasped her nipple again, rolling it gently and pulling on it as he had done in the shower before. She was arching her back again, and moaning, "Yes, yes, yes..." He could tell she was close to an orgasm, so he made his next several thrusts a little harder, pausing slightly to grind his hips harder, and it worked. As soon as he felt her pussy start to spasm, he thrust all the way into her and held still as he was on the verge of an orgasm himself, and she moaned loudly, "Oh, John!" and started rotating her hips in rhythm to the pulsing of her pussy muscles. At the height of her orgasm, she opened her eyes and looked directly into his, and moaned, "Oh, God, I love you, big man!" That was all he needed; he went right back to thrusting his cock in concert to her rotating hips and his orgasm came roaring over him. As his hips started to buck harder, he slid his right arm down and under her hips with his left arm still under her shoulders, and held her tightly to him as he rode out his orgasm, somehow noticing that she had started another wave of climax. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on while they rode out their waves, moaning loudly, together. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 08 As they started to come down from their latest orgasms, John Wayne became aware that, with his arms wrapped completely around her, he had almost all of his weight resting on Diana Maitland and was probably crushing her. He brought his right arm out from under her hips to leverage most of his body weight off of her chest to lean on his left arm so she could breathe—he definitely did not want to kill her! He saw her draw in a deep breath as soon as he had lifted up enough for her to do so, and then she exhaled as slowly as she could and opened her eyes to look up at him and smiled. He thought she could not look any more beautiful, but with the natural blush on her cheeks and lips deepened to her lover's blush, and the love shining in her eyes, it took his breath away—she seemed to do that to him a lot! He stared down at her and brought his right hand up to caress her left cheek, and rumbled huskily, "I love you, too, little girl. So what are we going to do about that?" Her eyebrows rose slightly, and she said, "I haven't a clue, but do we have to figure it out right now?" He grinned and gave a half laugh, and then said, "No, I guess we don't. Besides, I still haven't gotten to do everything I've wanted to do to you since I first saw you," he growled sexily, as he trailed his eyes and hand from her face down her body to where his hips were still cradled in hers. Then he looked back up at her, sighed heavily, and said, "I don't want to do this, but I guess I have to..." as he backed his hips away from hers, sliding his softened cock out her dripping, well-used pussy. She winced slightly as he pulled out, the release of pressure from inside her pussy making her notice that she was a little sore, probably from begging him to fuck her so hard earlier—she would never underestimate his ability to be able to fuck her hard enough ever again! And he keeps calling himself an "old man;" "Old man, my ass!" she thought. "No, scratch that thought! I wouldn't let him anywhere near my ass with that monster!" she thought again, and giggled to herself. He saw her wince slightly and then look at him as if she was thinking about something; her eyes widened slightly, then she giggled softly and he wondered what she was thinking. His curiosity got to him, so he asked her, "OK, little girl, what are you so tickled about?" "Oh...nothing!" She grinned; she was not about to explain those thoughts to him! "Nothing, my ass!" he thought; he would figure out someway to get her to let him in on all her little "secrets" and thoughts. He was getting more and more curious to find out everything she knew, thought and felt. He laid down beside her to her left on the bed and propped himself up on his right elbow so he could look at her. As he ran his left hand over her right side from her neck down to her shoulder and arm as it lay across her stomach, he drawled softly, "Now, little girl, I know you were thinking 'something,' and I am not letting you out of this bed until you tell me what it was you found so funny!" He looked at her with passionate insistence, his eyebrows raised and eyes smoldering. She bit her lower lip trying to resist the look on his face and the tingles on her skin where he was caressing her, and tried to think of what she could tell him. His hand moved up to caress softly across her chest just above her breasts, his eyes glancing down at her breasts as he did that, then back up to her eyes. She was starting to breathe a little heavier and she was losing the ability to resist him when he touched her and looked at her like that. She closed her eyes and attempted to steady her breathing and to try to regain control, when she suddenly felt his mouth on her right nipple, gently licking and sucking on it. She inhaled sharply and felt the tingling he ignited in her breast start to move lower, and she let out a soft moan. Then she felt his mouth release her breast, replaced by his fingers caressing, rolling and pulling on her nipple, and then his voice close to her left ear growled the command, "Tell me, little girl!" Her eyes flew open to his face just a few inches away, and she knew she would not be able to resist anything he wanted when he interrogated her like this! She swallowed, and whispered, "OK, I'll tell you." She drew in a ragged breath and explained to him how she felt sore, and knew it was because he had pounded her so hard because she had begged him to, and that she would never underestimate him again. Then she had thought about him complaining about being an "old man" and what she had thought to herself about that, ending with the part about not letting him anywhere near her ass, which was what had made her laugh. His eyes widened in surprise, his hand went still on her breast, and he just stared at her; he almost forgot to breathe again. He had heard that some people enjoyed indulging in the practice of sodomy, but he had never seen the appeal in it. A nice, tight pussy suited him just fine. He was just a little shocked that she knew about it and may have done it before. He frowned slightly as he asked her, "Have you ever done that, little girl?" He held his breath as he waited for her answer. Her eyes widened slightly at the look on his face, but she knew she had to tell him the truth. She licked her lips, then started slowly, "Not exactly...I've never had a dick in my ass...but I have had fingers and...a tongue...once." She held her breath as she watched for his reaction. He exhaled slowly as she answered his question. He wasn't sure why he had been afraid to hear her answer. Even if she had told him she'd been fucked in the ass several times, he knew he had no right to be upset about it. Then he was curious as to why she hadn't allowed anyone to do that, since she had probably done a bit of experimenting using some of these "secrets" she said she had learned. So, he raised his eyebrows, and asked her, "Is there any particular reason why you never let anyone actually fuck your ass?" She blew out her breath, and looked at him with a serious expression, and said, "Yes. When I allowed the one man I felt comfortable with enough to experiment with putting his fingers and tongue in my ass, I realized that it made me feel even more vulnerable than letting someone fuck my pussy. I decided that there was only one man I would ever trust enough to let near my ass again. And then it turns out that your dick is just too big for me to even contemplate that...but I would have let you if you weren't so big...if you had wanted to." He smiled at her, and said, "Oh, little girl, I love looking at and touching your ass, but I would be just as afraid as you to try and put my big dick in it. And I don't believe it could possibly feel any better than your silky, tight pussy. But, you didn't mention whether you had enjoyed the feeling of having fingers and a tongue in your ass...did you?" he asked softly. She furrowed her brows as she thought for a moment, then said, "Well, it felt good at first, the soft licking and rubbing around the outside of my asshole. And when they first started to penetrate, I felt some new sensations that gave me a jolt of pleasure. But then, my fears kicked in and the vulnerability got to me so that my ass involuntarily tightened up and it got uncomfortable, so I had to make him stop. Why do you ask?" she questioned curiously. His eyes burned into hers as he asked huskily, "If you trust me enough that you would have let me fuck your ass, would you trust me enough to use my fingers and tongue?" Her eyes half closed as she exhaled heavily and nodded her head yes. "Good," he growled. "I'll add that to my list of areas of your body that I intend to explore." Then he leaned down to lick and kiss her lips softly before he pushed himself up to a sitting position looking down at her, then said, "We've made a mess of ourselves again, how about a nice warm bath?" She suddenly remembered that she had no idea what time it was; looking out the windows, it appeared to be the middle of the night! She asked him if he knew the time, and he said that his watch showed about 11:30 when he looked at it when she was in the bathroom a little while ago, so he figured it was around midnight. She had thought it was later, so she told him a bath would be nice since it wasn't that late. As she sat up, she winced again from the soreness in her crotch area. He saw her wince, and asked her tenderly, "Are you OK? Can you get up?" She told him to just give her a minute to get her legs working again. He swung his legs over and stood up on the other side of the bed, then walked around to her and scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. He stopped at the door and she flipped on the switch in the bathroom, then he set her down in front of the sink and said, "I'm going to hop in the tub and shower off a little bit, then I'll start the bath and you can join me when you're ready, OK?" She smiled, and replied, "OK, and I'll clean myself up a little before I join you." So, he turned the shower on and got in as soon as it warmed up enough, and she sat on the toilet to wipe away the rest of the cum that was still dripping from her crotch...she hated to think about how much had leaked onto the bed sheet! Oh well, she would just have to try to avoid the "wet spots!" She watched him through the clear plastic curtain as he rinsed off and she still couldn't get over how sexy she found his naked body; if she could have her way, she'd never let him wear clothes when they were alone. He turned off the shower and returned the water flow to the tub faucet then plugged the drain and moved the shower curtain back and out of the tub as it started to fill with water. Then he sat himself down at the back of the tub to lean against the slanted back, then looked at her and held his hand out to her to come join him. She got up and moved to the side of the tub and took his hand as she stepped in between his knees, then gingerly sat down in the steamy water with her back to him, placing her ass between his thighs so she could lean back against him, making sure there was room so his cock would not be smashed. As the tub finished filling, they just laid in the warm water, relaxing their tired muscles and absently stroking each other. He was stroking her shoulders and arms, and she was rubbing his thighs. When the tub was almost full, she sat forward and turned off the faucet and then leaned back against him again with a contented sigh. They were silent for a few minutes, both just enjoying the warm water and the intimate feeling of their bodies in this relaxed position. She felt the need to be closer to him, so she turned onto her left hip and twisted her upper body so that she could lay her breasts against his lower chest and abdomen and her head on his upper chest and right shoulder. He brought his thighs closer together and she was able to lift up slightly so that her hip was cradled between his thighs, and she was reclining sideways in his lap with her legs draped down the side of his left leg. Her left arm was tucked down to his right side, and her right arm and hand were free to touch and stroke him, as she wanted to do. She could feel his limp cock nestled between her hip and his pelvic area; even so, it still felt like a big handful! He watched her as she traced his left chest, shoulder and arm muscles slowly and lightly with her hand, following it with her eyes, like she was trying to memorize the feeling of his body, and he wondered why. Her hand was back at his chest again, and she used her thumb to slowly circle his nipple and then brush across it a few times, watching it harden slightly, and causing him to moan softly, "Mmmmm..." and close his eyes to concentrate on the faint feeling of pleasure it gave him, making his soft cock stir slightly as well. She looked up at him and smiled, liking the fact that his body seemed to respond as much to her as he had said hers did to him. How could they not? She still didn't completely understand why or how they both had such uncontrollable sexual responses to each other. So far, it had felt to her like they were almost unable to "turn off" their lust and desire for each other, except for those times when he had gotten her to tell him more about herself and had shared some of his personal life with her. She realized that she had not really tried to find out more about his personal life, and wondered if he would share more with her. So, she took a deep breath and exhaled, then said, "I know you think I already know you since I've read so much about you, but I don't know for sure if I've gotten everything right. Would you mind if I ask you some questions on things I don't know about?" He looked down at her and leaned down to kiss her forehead, then said, "Sure, ask me anything you want." She thought for a moment to figure out what she wanted to ask him, then remembered he had talked about his children but had only mentioned his daughters, and she knew he also had 2 sons and she wanted to know more about them. "I know you mentioned you tried to stay close to your daughters when you were helping me untangle my hair, but I know you have 2 sons as well. Do you have good relationships with them, too?" "I hope so," he replied, "they're getting to be young men now and trying to start making decisions about their own lives, I just hope I've given them enough confidence so that they make responsible decisions. I tried to spend more time with them when they were younger and still wanted me around. I think they know that I love them, so I guess that's all that really matters, and I would call that a good relationship, wouldn't you?" he asked looking down at her with his eyebrows raised. She smiled, and said, "Yes, that sounds pretty much like how my parents raised me and my brothers and sister. All of us are grown now, and your children are almost grown, too, aren't they?" she frowned trying to remember their ages. He replied that his youngest, a daughter, was 13 and his oldest, a son, was 19, and his other son and daughter were 14 and 18, respectively. Then they weren't quite grown after all. Then she remembered that all of his children had come from his first marriage; he had no children with his second wife and she was curious as to why. So she asked him, "I know all of your children came with your marriage to your first wife. Is there any particular reason why you didn't have any children with your second wife?" "Well," he began, "my second wife's health was not always so good because she had a drinking problem, and I didn't feel children would help the situation any, so I tried to be careful not to get her pregnant..." He suddenly stopped and looked at her, his eyes wide. It had just dawned on him that their uncontrollable lust had not allowed him to think about the fact that he has fucked her a few times now and they have not used any kind of protection! His mind started reeling at that thought; "What if she got pregnant? What would he do? What would SHE do? Was this what she had planned all along...?" He immediately mentally shook himself, "No! She did NOT plan that—how could she have known that he would want her as badly as she wanted him? But, maybe her lust-clouded mind hadn't thought about that either! He had to think of a way to ask her about this without making her think he was upset at the prospect that she could be pregnant—he wasn't...upset, just concerned that this would throw confusion into this...thing...they were involved in. When she saw the look on his face, she was confused at first, trying to think what suddenly concerned him so much. But then it dawned on her that he had just realized he has fucked her several times now without either of them thinking about using any protection, though she was relatively sure it was unnecessary at the moment. She wanted to see how he would try to approach this with her, so she played dumb by frowning and asking him, "What's wrong?" He looked at her and grinned nervously, then cleared his throat and said, "You know, I just had a thought that scared me at first, but then made me realize that you and I just have trouble thinking clearly around each other most of the time." She raised her eyebrows, and he continued, "We have fucked a few times now, and I haven't even thought about the fact that you could get pregnant because we haven't used any kind of protection! I'm not scared at that thought, but I am concerned that it could cause...complications for us since we just met less than 12 hours ago!" He saw her start to chuckle softly, and he asked, "What do you find amusing about this?" She was amused because he was trying so hard not to hurt her feelings by making her think that he was scared that she might get pregnant—of course he was scared! What man in his situation wouldn't be? She smiled widely at him and put her right hand on his left cheek, as she laughed softly and said, "You! You're right to be concerned—it would not be a good thing for me to get pregnant." Then she sobered and said, "But, you can relax; it is highly unlikely that I will. I know my body, I know my cycle—another one of those 'secrets' I learned from all that reading. If a woman pays close enough attention to her monthly cycles, she knows when she's fertile and when she's not. There's only about a 7 -- 10 day period during her cycle that a woman is likely to get pregnant, and I am not in that period right now," though silently she wished to herself that she was. Then, no matter how this...thing...ended up, she might have had something of him to keep with her always. She saw his eyes relax as he looked at her, then he smiled slightly and turned his head to kiss her palm, and then said, "You are so smart and so beautiful, that I doubt I would regret it if you were to get pregnant. But somehow, I have the feeling that if you did, you would never tell me if..." he couldn't finish the statement because the thought of them parting at this point made him feel like he had been punched in the gut again. Maybe this would be a good time for them to try to come to some understanding about what was happening between them and what, if any, expectations they had about this...thing. This was a discussion that needed to be face to face, so he took her right wrist with his left hand and told her to sit up and turn around to straddle his hips facing him. Luckily, this was an over-sized tub so there was plenty of room for her to easily move into that position. He sat up straight and positioned his legs loosely out in front of him, his thighs parted just enough so his balls and dick could hang comfortably, while providing her with a seat the perfect size for her soft ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist and crossed her ankles behind him, the front of her body almost completely pressed up against his; she put her hands up on his shoulders, and they were completely face-to-face. The look in his eyes was deadly serious, but the embers were still smoldering as well, and she could feel the tingling returning to her pussy, the soreness having been soothed away by the warm water. She returned his gaze, trying to maintain her composure from being in such an intimate pose with him. He had his elbows at her hips with his arms bent upward, so that his hands were supporting her upper back while he absently caressed her skin with them. This was sending tingles down her spine to meet with the ones between her legs and ...there she goes again! Her eyes were half closing, her head was falling back, and her breathing was heavier. She was helpless to control her body's response to him and she could not begin to explain why! "My God," he thought, as he watched her face. "She is excited again and I haven't even done anything to try to arouse her!" Maybe this would be a good way to start this discussion, so he rumbled, "Diana, what has gotten you so turned on again so quickly?" Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 08 "You!" she half moaned. "Being this close to you, feeling your hands caressing my back, seeing the smoldering desire in your eyes for me...how could I not be turned on?" Her reaction to him and the passion in her words had his dick stirring again...OK, she had a point! So, this was just their lust and desire kicking in again...wasn't it? No, he cared more about pleasing her than himself. But he had always wanted to make sure he sexually pleasured any woman he was with—why does being with her feel different than any of those other women? He had figured it out before...because he needs her. He has loved his wives and children, his other family members and other women, but he has never felt that he "needed" anyone the way that he needs her. This could be dangerous for him, but right now, he didn't care. And he knew why she was so helpless to resist him; she's loved him all her life but never dreamed she would ever get the chance to show him. This was her chance—possibly her only chance—and she was making the most of it. He could tell how much she loved him, but he had the feeling that she was not thinking in terms of anything going beyond the next day or so...but it was a weekend, so hopefully she was thinking ahead until at least Sunday night! He had been staring into her eyes the last few moments as his thoughts had clarified what he felt was happening between them and why their desires for each other were so uncontrollable. But he was still not sure about the expectations for the future, neither hers nor his own, and he was afraid to bring that up for the moment. Right now he could see her desire growing, as was his, along with his dick, which was now hard enough so that he could feel it touching the outside of her pussy lips. She had been watching his face as he stared at her and she saw a strange array of emotions and questions that seemed to flow through his mind, but the desire in his eyes remained constant. And now she could feel that his desire was winning out because his cock had risen and was now rubbing at her pussy. She stared into his eyes as she wriggled her hips slightly so that the tip of his cock slipped between her outer lips right at her opening, causing her to moan softly. His arms were clutching her body tightly against him, and all he could think was, "Damn! I still want my dick inside her as badly as she wants it there! How am I ever going to get to explore her body with my mouth if my dick keeps winning out!" Then he looked at her and grinned sexily, and said, "Wanna go for a ride, little girl?" in his cowboy drawl. "Oh, yesss...!" she moaned, her hips rocking and her head falling back from the tingles rolling down her spine and exploding at the entrance of her pussy where his dickhead was torturing her with its presence. He knew the tub was too full for them to start up any heavy motions, or water would just flow out of it, so he told her to be patient for a few moments as he reached down with his foot and pulled the drain plug with his toes to let some of the water out. His movements caused his hips to raise and lower slightly, increasing the movement of his dickhead against her pussy, and making her whimper from the need to, once again, feel herself impaled on his awesomely beautiful, thick cock. While the water ran out, she brought her legs from behind him and positioned her knees and lower legs on either side of his hips and thighs. Once the water level was down to his thighs, he replaced the plug. Then he leaned against the back of the tub positioning his dickhead squarely at her entrance, and said, "Saddle up, little girl!" as he grasped her hips and pushed down while thrusting upward with his hips at the same time, impaling her completely. She was stunned for a moment; her head falling back as she let out a low, sexy groan. She loved the sensation of being impaled on his cock—the sudden feeling of her pussy being filled by such thick, hard male flesh never ceased to thrill and excite her. She took a couple deep breaths, just enjoying the feel of her pussy throbbing around his cock, then she lifted her head and looked directly at him and smiled wantonly. Then, she leaned forward to brace her hands on his shoulders and lifted up slightly on her knees, rising up until just the tip of his cock was still in her pussy, then she purred, "Giddy up, cowboy!" as she slammed back down onto his cock. He smiled, she wanted a ride! OK, he would give her ride! He bent his legs and straightened his arms down to his sides, bracing his feet and hands on the non-slip tub mat, then looked straight into her eyes and growled, "Ride me, little cowgirl!" He saw her grin in response, then she lifted her right arm into the air and gave a quick nod of her head like a rodeo cowboy signaling to turn the bull or bronco loose, making him laugh out loud. He lifted his hips slightly and started bucking them in a slower, rhythmic fashion so as not to throw her off, but to give her a good, "hard" ride. She quickly got into the rhythm of his thrusting, moving her hands to the back of the tub to support her upper body as she arched her lower back to keep her clit in contact with his pubic mound. This position put her breasts almost right in front of his face. She didn't have to move her legs much as his hip thrusting was doing most of the work, driving his cock in and out of her with a slow and deeply penetrating motion. She closed her eyes, moaning, and was just enjoying the ride when she felt a surge of pleasure through her left breast, making her gasp a deep breath as she looked down quickly to see his lips locked around her left nipple, sucking on it softly. She stretched her chest closer to his face to give him easier access, so he alternated sucking on her nipples and then laving them with his tongue—her loud moans were echoing off the bathroom walls. The throbs of pleasure in her breasts were spreading to combine with the throbbing in her pussy and she could feel a slow, burning orgasm building. All she needed was... "God, little girl, I love sucking on your beautiful breasts, and the feeling of my big cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy! Cum for me, little girl, let me feel your tight, little pussy pulsing around my cock...oh yeah, there it is! Yeah, oh God...here I cum...hold on, little girl...Ahhhhhh!!!" Wayne bucked his hips harder into her several times, and then lowered his ass onto the bottom of the tub with his legs shaking, her hips still straddling his, and her upper body collapsed on his, both of them panting heavily. She sat up slowly as they looked at each other and grinned, and she said, "Yee Haw!" then burst out laughing with him, for what seemed like, the hundredth time since they'd met just 12 hours ago! Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 09 God, they were having so much fun together! John Wayne and Diana Maitland could not believe that they were laughing again after another incredible fuck—in the bathtub, no less, in water that was starting to cool. But, their bodies were hot from their "ride" so the cooler water was almost refreshing. They were smiling at each other and then their smiles faded, neither of them wanting to move, but both of them knowing they had to. Wayne reached up and grabbed Diana by her shoulders, pulling her down to him and kissing her fiercely, trying to sear the feelings of his lips on hers, her body crushed against his, and his softening dick still buried in her pussy. He suddenly had the sickening feeling that they were not destined to be together, and he wanted to burn these sensations into his memory. She sensed the desperation in his kiss and felt the way his arms were crushing her body to his. She tried to respond in equal measure to let him know that she felt as desperate as he to hold onto what they have and savor every moment like it would be their last; she still had the nagging feeling that things would never work out for them in a long-term relationship. She had purposely avoided trying to get into show business because she did not like the thought of the public wanting to pry into every aspect of her private life, and a relationship with him would definitely thrust her into the public eye. No, she wanted to keep this private and she would have to figure out how to explain this to him. As their desperation finally started to fade, his arms relaxed around her more and he gently ended their fiery kiss, lifting his head to look down at her face cradled sideways on his chest as she opened her eyes. He thought he saw a touch of sadness in them, making his guts twist as he thought, "Aw hell, I was right, I don't think I'm going to like this." He continued to watch her as she sat up and he sat himself straight up to face her, and he knew she was about to tell him where she saw this...thing between them going. She took a deep breath and put her hands on either side of his face and neck and stared into his eyes as she began, "I have always been in love with you. Getting the chance to just meet you, I thought, would've been the biggest thrill of my life...never in my wildest dreams would I have believed THIS would happen! To know that you want me, and feel that you love me like no other woman you've known is, literally, a dream come true for me, and I will die a happy woman just knowing that." She closed her eyes for a moment and took another deep breath to force herself to continue with the rest of what she wanted to say. He frowned and thought, "Damn it, here it comes..." as he unconsciously tightened his hands on her hips. She opened her eyes again, wincing slightly as his hands were tightly gripping her hips, then continued, "You remember I told you that I had once dreamed of becoming a movie star myself, but decided it wasn't for me because I didn't, and still don't, think I could live with the pressure of being in the public eye. Well you, big man, are very famous and very much in the public eye, and you said it yourself, that you didn't want my reputation to be in any way compromised if our relationship was discovered. I don't even know if I can call this...thing...a relationship. We just met 12 hours ago, but I feel as if I've known you all my life!" She stopped for a moment to see if she could read his reaction; he just had the same frown as when she started but she could see him clenching his jaw. She opened her mouth to speak, but she wasn't quite sure what to say next, so she closed her mouth and just stared at him helplessly. He was wondering if she was telling him that she wanted to continue to see him as long as they could keep it a secret, but it sounded as though she was not counting on anything long-term; he could live with that...for a while. But he was also wondering if it would be harder or easier for him to go on without her, when that time came, the more time he spent with her. Hell, it was going to be hard for him to let her go, no matter whether it was tomorrow or years from now. He decided right then he would take whatever she would give him. He saw her start to speak and then stopped, looking like she was unsure what else to say, so he said, "Diana, I understand why you want to keep this...relationship secret. I don't want it to become public either, and if we were careful enough, no one would ever find out...is that what you want?" She thought about it for a moment, and then realized that the more time she spent with him, the harder it would be for her to let him go. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she softly started to explain, "As much as it pains me to admit it, I don't think I could survive anything long-term with you. I'm afraid I would start to get jealous watching your love scenes in movies, and I'm afraid that it would make me start to resent you for not giving it up for me—which I would never let you do because then I'd be afraid you would resent me! The more time I spend with you, the harder it will be for me to let go..." she stopped as a soft sob escaped her throat and the tears spilled down her cheeks. He reached his arms under hers and wrapped them around her, pulling her against him, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face on his shoulder as she cried softly. He stoked her back tenderly and said, "Shhh...little girl, please don't cry. I couldn't stand it if this ends up breaking our hearts...we mean too much to each other to let that happen! I'm here for you now, for as long as you want me, and there are still so many things I want to do with you! If you will give us until at least Sunday, we could love each other a lifetime's worth in 48 hours...would you be able to survive 48 hours with me?" She stopped crying; he was being so gentle and his voice had that tender, passionate rumble that she loved so because it echoed through her soul and made her spine tingle. When he reminded her that there were still things he wanted to do to her, she felt the tingles moving down between her legs again, and she thought that if the last 12 hours had been any indication, she wasn't quite sure she would be able to survive 48 hours with him...physically that is...but she was definitely willing to try! She lifted her head from his shoulder and leaned back to look at him, smiled softly, and said, "I may never be able to walk right again, but I am definitely willing to take that chance!" When she said that, the tender, worried look on his face changed to a grin and he chuckled. He loved her sense of humor! She could almost completely hide her fears and pain with her sense of humor, but he knew they were still there. He made up his mind that he was going to do everything in his power for the next 2 days to make her forget everything she feared—and the only weapon in his arsenal to do that was sex. He was going to make love to her in every way and as many times as possible for the rest of this weekend. He wished, perversely, that he could fuck her to the point that she would never let another man touch her for the rest of her life, so that in his mind, she would always belong to him. He knew right away what an unfair thought that was; he would never be able to give up sex for the rest of his life, and neither could she—they both enjoyed it too much—and with each other, it was the most incredible sex of their lives. As they sat staring at each other in the cooling bath water, they could read each other's thoughts. That's why this weekend had to be special—they both knew that, for the rest of their lives, it would never be this good again. He spoke first, "Come on, little girl, the water's getting cold and we need to rinse off." They carefully stood up in the bathtub, she opened the plug and turned the faucet on to warm the water while he pulled the shower curtain back in and closed it. Then she switched the shower on and they let the warm water rinse away the remnants of their last orgasms, and then just held each other for a couple minutes, relaxing under the warm spray. He bent his head down and kissed her lips and licked them softly, remembering he had yet to taste her other lips...it was time. Without saying a word, he leaned down and shut the shower off, opened the curtain and grabbed the towels. He handed one to her as he started to dry himself off, both of them watching each other as they rubbed the towels over their bodies. They stepped out of the tub onto the mat and he put first one foot, then the other, on the edge of the tub to dry his legs and feet, watching her as she bent over to dry hers. Her body looked soft and slightly flushed from the warm bath and shower, and his lips started to tingle as he imagined kissing, licking and tasting her all over. He threw his towel over the bar on the wall, then took hers from her hand and put it next to his. He walked the couple steps to the bathroom door and flicked the light off, then turned back to her and scooped her up in his arms and carried her through the bedroom over to the side of the bed, kneeling on it and laying her down with her lower legs hanging over the edge. He looked into her eyes as he leaned next to her and caressed his right hand down the left side of her face to her neck and shoulder, and rumbled sexily, "I need to explore your body with my mouth, to kiss, lick and taste every part of your sweet pussy...remember I made you cum that first time just by telling you I wanted to do that?" She moaned and nodded yes. His eyes were burning into hers again as he continued, "I'm going to make you cum as many times as I can with my mouth and fingers until you ask me to stop because you need to feel my dick inside you again...do you understand?" Again she moaned and nodded yes. He leaned down and kissed her mouth, then ran his tongue the full width of her lips and then dipped it inside her mouth a few times, just as he intended to do with her pussy. She moaned again, getting his message, as her pussy flooded with wetness in anticipation. God, how he loved to watch her face as he turned her on just by talking to her and teasing her. No other woman had ever responded to him the way she does; she made him feel like he was more of a powerful and sexy man now than he ever did when he was in his prime. To him, she was the sexiest and most beautiful woman he had ever known and he needed her to believe that. As he planted soft kisses on her lips, neck and shoulders, he told her huskily, "You are the most beautiful...sexy...smart...and generous...lover...I have...ever known." He paused as he looked back at her face, and said, "Now, I am going to worship your body with my lips and tongue." He leaned down and kissed the sensitive area above her breasts, trailing his lips to each one of her breasts, kissing and licking as much of them as he could get to, and ending by sucking and licking both of her nipples until they were firm. She was softly moaning and had her hands on his head with her fingers threaded through the hair on the back of his head, clutching him to her chest. Then he moved his mouth to the valley between her breasts and started kissing and licking his way down the middle of her abdomen. When he reached her navel, he placed a soft kiss on it and circled it with his tongue, making her abdominal muscles contract and causing her to hiss through her teeth because it tickled slightly. He looked up at her, grinning, with one of his eyebrows crooked upward as he said, "Oh, I see you're ticklish...I'll have to remember that!" He got up off the bed to move in front of her where her legs were hanging off the side, then he knelt down and parted her legs as he moved between them. He leaned forward and was able to rest his lower chest and abdomen on the edge of the bed, putting his head directly above her crotch. She lifted her legs and placed her feet on the edge of the bed on either side of his shoulders, spreading her pussy wide open. This was his first close-up view of her and he was right when he had thought earlier that it was the most beautiful pussy he had every seen. He could see she was already sopping wet again, so he bent down closer to her opening and inhaled her scent. She actually smelled sweet, just like he knew she would; he couldn't wait to taste her as well, but first, he wanted to build the tension for her like she had done for him. So, he leaned forward a little more and planted a soft kiss directly on her pubic mound and nuzzled his nose on her soft pussy hair, making her sigh quietly. He kissed his way over to her right thigh, while he lightly ran his right fingers up and down her left inner thigh just to the crease of her leg at her crotch. Then he trailed his lips and tongue up and down her right inner thigh, making her hips start to squirm a little. When he neared the crease of her right leg with his mouth, he nipped her inner thigh lightly with his teeth, and rumbled, "Better hold still, little girl, or I may bite you!" He switched sides, and kissed and licked his way up and down her left inner thigh while lightly caressing her right thigh. When he got to the crease of her left leg, he pressed a kiss on it and then moved his mouth straight across her crotch to kiss her right crease, just barely brushing his lips across her pussy as he did, and he heard her inhale sharply with that light touch. He lifted his head just enough so he could look down at her dripping pussy, and he took the index and middle fingers of his right hand and lightly rubbed them around her wet opening, catching some of her juices on his fingers. Then he lifted his hand and put it in front of her face to show her his wet fingers, and said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you're a messy little girl. I guess I'm just going to have to clean you up!" She couldn't help herself; with his fingers right there in front of her smeared with her own juices, she lifted her head as she grabbed his hand and brought it to her mouth, and licked his fingers clean while she stared at his face. His eyes widened for a second, then the fire roared to life in them as he let out a low groan and his hips jerked slightly. Then she kissed his palm and released his hand, and he almost let it just drop onto her chest as he was still trying to recover from the shock of another unexpected move by her. Yet again, she had managed to amaze him with an erotic act that he had never experienced before. His dick had managed to stir somewhat while he had been teasing her, but when she grabbed his hand and licked his fingers, his dick sprang back to life instantly, bumping into the side of the bed, which had caused him to jerk his hips. He was about to relinquish control over his mind and body to her again, but he stopped himself. He grinned at her and gave a half laugh as he shook his head and pointed his finger at her, and said, "Oh no you don't, little girl. You are not going to take control away from me this time. I am going to taste your pussy and I am going to make you cum...as many times as I can!" He raised his eyebrows and looked at her like he was daring her to defy him. Then he pulled his right hand back, put both of his hands under her ass cheeks to raise her up slightly, and crouched his upper body down so he could lower his head to her crotch while looking directly at her. She had propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch him as he took his first taste of her. This was a sight that she wanted to burn into her memory so she could recall it whenever she wanted or needed it. He seemed to move in slow motion, both of them staring into each other's eyes; then just as his mouth came in contact with her pussy lips, he closed his eyes, stuck out his tongue and made a slow, firm lick from the base of her opening to the top of her slit with his tongue flat and wide. He moaned deeply halfway through the lick, and when he reached the top of her slit, he tongued her clit with the tip and then wrapped his lips around it and sucked lightly. Her hips bucked involuntarily, her head fell back, and she yelled, "Oh God!" as an orgasm seemed to come out of nowhere as soon as he sucked on her clit. She had felt herself getting really turned on watching him lick her, and when he moaned, her pussy tingled; his tongue instantly set her clit on fire and when he sucked on it, she exploded into a quick, intense orgasm that left her panting heavily. He was surprised—he hadn't expected to make her cum quite so fast; he hoped she was one of those lucky women who were easily multi-orgasmic. He looked up at her and grinned, and said, "That was number one!" He didn't even wait for her to calm down as he lowered his head to continue his mission. He was reasonably sure that the key to making her cum a lot would be to stimulate her clit at the right times and in the right ways. He would have to figure out her reactions to know when to stimulate her properly. He started this time by dipping his tongue slightly into her wet opening, and getting a taste of her juices from her orgasm. Her scent was sweet, but her taste was better; earthy with just a hint of sweetness—a lusty taste that stirred his senses, making his dick throb. He moaned, "Mmmm... you taste so good, little girl...even better than I imagined." He heard her whimper in response and then he licked his tongue up and down the inside of each of her inner lips and then between them and her outer lips, making her moan deeply. Then he moved his mouth down to her opening again and kissed around the edges of it with his lips, then opened his mouth and thrust his tongue in and out of her hole several times, just like he was kissing her mouth. This made her moan louder and shove her hips closer to his face, so he thrust his tongue into her as far as he could a few times, causing her to make a guttural, grunting sound as she grabbed the back of his head and tried to shove her hips even harder against his face. Then she let out a long, "Ahhhhhhh...!" and he felt wetness flow onto his tongue, so he pulled back and continued to lap at her opening to catch her juices as they dripped out. "That was number 2," he thought as he smiled to himself. He needed his hands free to explore her more, so he pulled her ass to the edge of the bed and slipped his hands out from under her. Her feet were forced off the edge of the bed, so she rested them on his shoulders. He took the index and middle fingers of his right hand and started rubbing them around her opening as he moved his mouth up to concentrate on her clit again. He used his tongue to lick softly and slowly up and down on her clit, occasionally pausing to wrap his lips around it and suck softly. Then he started fucking his fingers slowly in and out of her soft, slippery pussy, and her hips started rocking in that same slow rhythm as she moaned softly in tempo, "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." He noticed that her hips were gradually increasing their pace, so he kept in rhythm with them, also slightly increasing the intensity of his fingers stroking in and out of her, and bending his middle finger slightly upward to stroke a certain spot that he knew usually led to an intense orgasm for some women. Her soft moans turned louder and then she started chanting, "Oh, yeah...oh yes... yes...yes...!" as her hips started to grind harder toward him. When he thought her hip thrusting had reached its peak in intensity, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked just a litter harder than he had been. Suddenly her hips froze at the top of an upward thrust, her whole back arched leaving just her shoulders, her head bent backward and her arms flat on the mattress to support her, and he couldn't see it, but her mouth was open in a silent scream. He still had his lips on her clit but he was just softly rubbing it and his fingers were not moving inside her pussy except for his middle one still gently massaging that same spot. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 09 Then he felt the strangest thing; her pussy seemed to clamp around his fingers and a small squirt of liquid sprayed onto his palm at her opening. Then her body released that arched position and started shaking uncontrollably as she collapsed onto the bed, her legs going limp and sliding off his shoulders, and she groaned, "Oh God...OH MY GOD!!! Ohhh...ohhh...!" as her head rolled back and forth and her upper body squirmed trying to control the shaking of her muscles. His lips had lost the connection with her clit when she collapsed, so he eased his fingers out of her, now spasming, pussy and just stared at her, awed by her reaction to this orgasm. She gradually stopped shaking and was lying there just trying to take deep, slow breaths to calm down. When she finally opened her eyes and looked down her body at him, she couldn't help but notice the look on his face; he looked both stunned and turned on. She grinned and choked out a small laugh and asked him, "What the hell just happened? What did you do to me?" He shook his head slightly so he could stop staring at her face and try to answer her questions. He grinned back, then raised his eyebrows and said, "What, you didn't like it?" She propped herself up on her elbows and exclaimed, "Hell yes...I loved it! But what the hell did you do to me?" This conversation sounded awfully familiar! He smiled even wider and said, "You mean I've actually been able to do something to you that you didn't already know about? Well, well, miracles can happen!" then grinned smugly at her. She laughed lightly, amused that he seemed so pleased with himself. Then she stopped and said, "Seriously, what did you do?" He furrowed his brow, and said, "Well, I don't know what it's called, but there is a special place I've found inside a woman's pussy that seems to bring on a pretty intense orgasm for some women, but it seemed even more intense for you...you squirted on my hand!" as he held up his right hand to show her the wetness in his palm, then ran his hand down the side of the mattress, wiping most of it off on the sheet. Then he sniffed at his hand to see if it smelled any different from her usual juices, but he didn't detect anything different. "Oh my God..." she breathed as she started to giggle, then collapsed off her elbows and covered her face with her hands. He watched her for a few seconds, smiling and wondering what she was giggling about, so he asked her, "Care to let me in on whatever it is you are tickled about this time?" as he got up off his knees to sit beside her on the bed. He was turned toward her with his left leg angled outward and bent at the knee in front of him, and his right leg hanging off the edge from the knee down, his hard dick resting on his balls. She took her hands away from her face to look at him, and was still smiling as she sat up in front of him and twisted toward him in the same position he was in. Then she said, "Actually, I did read something about this in some book that I can't remember now. It said that some women had claimed that they could ejaculate almost like a man does, but no one had heard of any actual research into these claims. That's never happened to me before, that I know of, and that orgasm definitely felt different than any I've ever experienced before!" She looked into his face, her eyes glowing as she was remembering the waves of pleasure that had radiated through her whole body during that orgasm. Then she put her hands together as if to pray and closed her eyes and bowed her head to him as she said solemnly, "I am your humble servant, oh sexy god of pleasure. Do with me what you will...my body is yours to command!" Her sultry voice and her gesture of worship toward him were making his dick start to throb from the need to be inside her...again. But he still wasn't through with trying to see how many times he could make her cum with his mouth before she asked him to stop because she needed his dick. As he looked down at her bowed head, he saw her hands move from in front of her and reach down to stroke his dick softly. He growled deep in his throat, and rumbled sexily, "Oh, little girl, you are not my servant. If I am a god, then you are my goddess because my body is also yours to command! Even now, my cock is craving to worship your pussy again...do with me what you will!" Her head snapped up to stare into his face with a look of wild desire in her eyes. The passion in his voice had sent a thrill and a sudden surge of power through her body. She raised up on her right knee in front of him, putting both of her hands on his shoulders, then shoved him backward as hard as she could sending him crashing down onto the mattress and pillows with a look of astonishment on his face, which quickly changed to mirror the wild desire on hers. She crawled up over him, kneeling on either side of his hips as he straightened his left leg and moved his lower right leg up onto the bed. She reached down and grasped his steely, thick cock and positioned the head at the opening of her still dripping pussy, and moaned, "Then worship me, my god, as I worship you," as she slowly lowered herself onto his thick shaft, her back arching and her head leaning back as she truly worshipped the feel of him slowly filling her. When he was fully inside her, she held still for a few moments relishing that feeling of fullness that she craved so, then she looked at him and moaned sexily, "You are my god of love and pleasure and when I am impaled on your beautiful, big cock, I truly feel like a goddess." Then she slowly started to just rock her hips back and forth and in a slightly circular motion without moving up and down. This almost made it feel like his cock was barely twisting back and forth like a screw inside her pussy and it was an interesting feeling...maybe this is what some people meant when they called it "screwing around!" After a couple minutes of this "screwing," she started to need the feeling of his cock moving in and out of her, so she started rising up and down on her knees as far as she could, but her legs were so short that it only raised her about halfway up his cock. She looked down at their position to try to figure out how to change it so she could get more leverage, and she noticed how close they were to the edge of the bed, so she looked at him and said, "Please move to the edge of the bed." So he carefully scooted to the edge, keeping her impaled on his dick as he did. She dropped her left leg to the floor and moved her right leg and foot to a wide "squatting" position that was slightly awkward but good enough to support her so she could raise and lower herself fully up and down on him, which she started to do in a nice, steady rhythm. She was never so glad that she had always exercised her legs heavily to have strong, nicely toned thighs and calves. She gradually started to increase her pace, closing her eyes and breathing steadily to keep from exerting herself too quickly, as she started to lose any sense of thought and just concentrated on the feeling of her pussy sliding up and down his thick cock. He watched her as she fucked herself on his dick; he wasn't moving at all—he was just letting her set the rhythm and move however she wanted. While watching the sheer lust on her face as she started to lose herself in the sensations, and her beautiful, big tits bouncing and swaying with her movements, he thought she did, indeed, look just like a goddess, and he could feel an orgasm starting to build in him. So, he started to move his hips as much as he could, trying to match her rhythm, and groaned, "That's it, my goddess, fuck me. Fuck my big dick, pound on me as hard as you want!" The base of his dick was tingling and he knew he was getting close. She started bouncing up and down on him as fast as she could, her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth gritted as her legs were starting to tire. He braced his left hand under her right thigh to help support her a little and moved his right hand to her crotch and started rubbing her clit with his thumb as well as he could with her frenzied movements up and down. As soon as he touched her clit, her mouth fell open and her face relaxed and she slowed just enough so that he could keep his thumb on her clit, rubbing it in a circle as fast as he could. Then she slammed down onto him hard a couple times as her pussy started to pulsate and she let out a low, guttural groan. He had started to concentrate so hard on trying to make her cum, that he almost caused his orgasm to abate. But as soon as he felt her pussy pulsing on his dick, it came back full force, and he bucked his hips upward a few times, emitting a groan that echoed hers just a few seconds later. His bucking almost caused her to fall forward, but he caught her and lowered her body to his chest as her right leg collapsed onto her knee. He wrapped his arms around her as the last of his orgasm was fading, and groaned sexily, "You are truly a goddess, little girl, and that was one of the best worship services I have ever attended." As she lay there panting, she added breathlessly, "Amen!" Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 10 Diana Maitland slowly straightened her right leg back behind her as she lay on John Wayne's chest, moaning at the stiffness in her knee from being bent in the same position for so long. He rolled his body to the left, taking her with him and then scooted them both a little closer to the middle of the bed. His cock pulled out of her as he rolled them over and was lying against the top of his left thigh, and he could feel the wetness of it on his skin. She was tucked against him, facing him, and she said, "I think we need to clean up again, but I don't think I can get up; my legs are too shaky!" He chuckled and said, "Well, we don't have to move, we could skip the cleaning up part for once so we don't end up scrubbing all our skin off!" She leaned back with a mock look of horror on her face and exclaimed, "Eww! Have you ever fallen asleep right after sex without cleaning up at least a little? We could end up stuck together in the morning!" He started laughing softly, and stared at her as he said, "I'm already stuck on you, little girl," and he leaned over to kiss her tenderly. When he pulled back, she had a pleading look in her eyes and he laughed again and said, "All right, I'll be right back," as he rolled off the side of the bed and went into the bathroom to grab one of their damp towels. He was a little thirsty and thought she might be, too, so he grabbed one of the glasses on the bathroom vanity and filled it with water, then started wiping himself off as he came out of the bathroom and headed toward the other side of the bed. She watched him as he went into the bathroom, admiring his firm ass as he walked. She heard him run one of the sink faucets briefly, and then he came out of the bathroom with a glass of water in one hand and a towel in his other hand, wiping his crotch as he walked back to the other side of the bed. She turned her head, then her body, to watch him the whole way, and her breath caught at how sexy he looked, and she marveled again at how just looking at him turns her on. He stopped at the side of the bed, his crotch at eye level to her as she was propped on her left elbow, and her eyes slowly wandered from his beautiful cock up his hard body to his rugged, handsome face; he most definitely looked like a god to her. He saw that look in her eyes...again...as she stared at his crotch and then slowly looked up at his face—she was feeling turned on again just looking at him! God, how he wished they had the power to transform their bodies into sex machines so they could stay turned on and just fuck each other constantly for the next 2 days! Unfortunately, their bodies were just not able to keep up with their desires and they had to take time to rest every so often. He put the glass of water in front of her, and rumbled softly, "Here, little girl, drink some water and try to bank that fire burning in your eyes...just for now." She smiled softly and took the glass and drank a few gulps, then he held the towel toward her and said, "Do you want to wipe yourself off or do you want me to do it for you?" She took a deep, ragged breath, and said, "I'll do it myself; I don't want to torture myself watching you do it knowing that our bodies wouldn't be able to cooperate right now with what my heart and mind want to do so badly," as she handed him back the glass of water and took the towel to wipe the cum from her pussy and thighs, using one of the damper spots to clean off as much as possible. Then she tossed the towel off the other side of the bed, and laid back on a couple of the pillows behind her, stretching languorously, looking every bit like a shapely, ethereal goddess. As he watched her, his eyes started to burn and he said, "I know what you mean, little girl. I was just wishing myself that we could transform our bodies into the sex machines that we need to keep up with our desires! As soon as we've rested enough, we'll get right back at it—agreed?" "You better believe it!" she purred, as a sexy, sleepy look came over her face. Then she yawned, and her eyes started to drift closed. He sat down on the bed and reached down to pull the top sheet up and over her, deliberately leaving her breasts exposed so he could watch her chest moving as she breathed. He propped up a few pillows behind him and leaned back, then reached for his cigarettes, pulled one out and lit it, then just watched her sleeping while he smoked and sipped on some water. He thought about taking another few shots of tequila, but decided he didn't need it to help him sleep—his body was tired enough from all the hot sex they were having. Besides, he wanted to stay sober because he definitely wanted a clear memory of this weekend to carry with him always. As he watched her, he still couldn't get over how beautiful she was and how much they both desired each other, and he wondered if it would always be like this between them if they were to stay together. He knew that it couldn't...they would, literally, kill each other if it did! He assumed that if they stayed together, things would settle down at some point and this raging desire between them would probably slow down, or maybe even burn out, but he didn't want that to happen—he never wanted these feelings to go away. Maybe she thought the same thing and that was why she didn't want anything permanent with him. But, damn it, why couldn't they just continue to be together until they figured out how long these feelings would last? Maybe it would take 6 months, a year, 5 years...50 years—hell, he knew he couldn't predict the future, all he knew was how he felt right now, and right now, he wanted to love her forever. He put out his cigarette and drank the last of the water and was about to turn off the bedside lamp and lay down to sleep, but he turned to stare down at her again so he could memorize the sight of her sleeping peacefully beside him. He felt a tightness in his chest as he wished, painfully, that he would see this every night for the rest of his life. He sighed heavily and turned the light out and lay down on his side facing her with his head just above hers. He could smell the clean scent of her hair unspoiled by hairspray or any other gunk that some women used to maintain the outrageous ways they styled their hair. The reason she was so beautiful was because everything about her was natural—no makeup, no primpy hairstyle, no undergarments that gave her body an unnatural shape—the way she looked when he first laid eyes on her was exactly how she looks all the time. As he fell asleep, his last thoughts were that she'd always be this beautiful and he'd never tire of looking at her...or touching her...or loving her... ---------------------------------------------- Diana stirred in her sleep as a soft light was starting to filter into the room, and she slowly blinked her eyes open, wincing at the glow of the sunrise coming in through one of the windows. She yawned and stretched slowly, then raised herself up on her left elbow to look at him...her big man ...her god of love...her...her pussy was already starting to tingle and flood with wetness! She shook her head slightly; she had to stop thinking of him as "hers." She had already told him she could not stay with him; she had promised him this weekend only—but maybe it wouldn't hurt her, for just the rest of this weekend, to think of him as hers. He was lying on his back with his right arm thrown up and curved above his head, with his head turned toward her; his face had a slight frown on it, probably from the light that was starting to fill the room. His left arm was down his side, bent at the elbow and his hand resting on his stomach. The sheet was down around his hips and it was bulged at his crotch by his hard dick. She smiled, and thought, "Ah, morning wood...what a wonderful way to wake him up!" as she sat up and carefully moved the sheet off of him and feasted her eyes on his magnificent cock. Her mouth tingled as she stared at it; he wasn't quite fully hard, but she could remedy that. She scooted down beside his right hip and carefully grasped his thick shaft and brought her mouth down to wrap her lips around the head and stroked up and down firmly as she felt his cock grow harder in her hand, and she heard him murmur a soft moan in his sleep. He was fully hard now and she wondered how far she'd get before he finally woke up. She slowly released the head of his cock from her mouth and placed a soft kiss on it before she pushed herself up on her knees to climb over him. She thought she heard him almost groan when she released him from her mouth. She looked up at him and he was still in the same position, but his face had a more relaxed expression and his left hand had unconsciously drifted down toward his crotch. She carefully moved to straddle him on her knees and find a position that she could maneuver his cock inside her without waking him up. She leaned forward on her left hand and used her right hand to position the head at her wet opening, then she slowly started to push herself backward, inching her tight pussy onto his huge dick as she watched his face. John Wayne was in that state of unconsciousness just between dreaming and wakefulness. He had thought he was starting to wake up from a dream about Diana sucking his dick, but then he thought he felt a soft warmth on his dickhead that felt just like her lips and tongue, and his brain couldn't quite distinguish whether he was still dreaming or not, so he just relaxed to continue enjoying it. Then it went away and he almost groaned in regret because he thought the dream was over. Then a few moments later, it almost felt like his dick was being engulfed by her tight, wet softness, and he unconsciously thought that this must be one of those dreams that makes him wake up with a hard-on, and he felt himself involuntarily thrust his hips in response to the sensations he was feeling. Then he heard her moan, and he knew he wasn't dreaming. His eyes popped open to stare into her lustful face just in front of him, and his desire kicked into high gear. He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her down onto his chest, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he thrust his hips up into her a few times. Then he heaved his body up and twisted to his right as she clamped her thighs to his hips and wrapped her arms around his back, and he rolled them over so that he was on top of her, keeping his dick buried in her. Then he moved his arms from behind her shoulders and back to prop up on his elbows and look at her. They just stared into each other's eyes as he started to thrust in and out of her, slowly and deeply...neither of them had said a word. No words were necessary...no words could describe what they were feeling. This was all they needed at this moment...it was all they wanted...all they could ever dream of... They could see everything they were feeling and thinking in each other's eyes. He saw her love and desire for him deepen even more, as did his for her; she saw his masculine need to feel that he possessed her—body, heart and soul—even if it was only for this moment; he saw her telling him that, at this moment, she belonged to him, and only him—he was her world... and she was his. It felt as though their hearts and minds were as connected as their bodies, and their bodies were perfectly attuned to one another. She brought her hands up to the sides of his face and neck to caress him, and moved her thighs from his hips to brace her feet on the mattress so that she could move her hips with his and create their own perfect rhythm. He knew just when she wanted him to move faster and harder or slower and softer, or just deeper—both of them wishing they could meld permanently with one another. They traded soft brushes with their lips...deep, passionate kisses with their tongues exploring every part of their mouths...and fierce crushes of their mouths and lips that would make them both moan in their desperation to convey to each other the depth of their feelings. They changed positions in unison, their bodies knowing how they wanted to move together. He knew when she wanted to be on top or sitting in his lap; she knew when he needed to be in control to thrust harder or deeper. He knew when she wanted him to touch or kiss and lick her breasts; she knew when he wanted her to stroke his back and ass or grab him and help shove his cock as deeply into her as they could. At times, it was noisy, sweaty sex—both of them grunting like animals; at other times, they made tender, passionate love. And still, neither one of them said a word. She had cum 3 times during this lovemaking session, and she was awed at his stamina. On her third orgasm, she looked at him and knew he had been holding back because he so loved to watch her cum. When her orgasm subsided, he could see on her face that she now needed him to cum, too. So, he laid her back toward the head of the bed on some of the pillows so that her body was reclining slightly, and then lifted her left thigh and supported it with his right arm as he entered her again. He kept his body angled upward and to the left by bringing his right knee up under her left thigh, which allowed both of them to look down and watch as his big dick moved in and out of her; it was the hottest, sexiest thing they had ever seen. He thrust slowly and deeply for a few minutes, both of them alternating between watching his cock disappear into her pussy and then staring at each other for a few seconds when he was completely inside her, and occasionally trading a soft kiss and lick of their tongues. The combination of that, the sight and the sound of their wet flesh as he slid in and out of her had them both sighing heavily with desire, and they knew they were ready. He released her thigh so he could support himself better and started to thrust his hips harder in a deep, rolling rhythm that she easily matched and it made them both feel as if his cock was stimulating every part of her body; they were both tingling from head to toe. They watched each other for a few moments and they could see their orgasms approaching. Just before they were about to cum, they both closed their eyes, their hips slammed together several times and they both moaned loudly as her pussy convulsed on his dick at the same instant he exploded into her. It was also at that moment that they both opened their eyes again and stared at each other while their hips continued to thrust, slowing as they started to come down from this most satisfying orgasm, both of them breathing heavily. Still, not a word had been spoken. They stayed in the same position for a few moments, and as his breathing started to return to normal, he smiled softly at her and said in his deep, sexy voice, "Good morning." She smiled back sexily and said, "Yes, it is." Then they both frowned slightly as he pulled back and rolled his body to her left side and flopped over onto his back with a soft groan. He was amazed that he had been able to last so long, but now he was really starting to feel it; his body had not felt capable of such stamina for a long time. And it was only because of her—his desire for her seemed to be increasing each time her fucked her; and, even more so, his love for her. What the hell was he going to do when Sunday evening came? He squeezed his eyes shut and pushed that thought away. Then he rolled onto his right side to look at her, and asked, "How the hell did you manage to get me hard without waking me up?" She grinned and said, "Well it wasn't just me, when I woke up and looked at you, I couldn't help but notice the tent in the sheet at your crotch, and it just looked too good for me to resist." He grinned back sexily and drawled in his cowboy voice, "Well now, little girl, a good cowboy always knows how to pitch a tent!" as they shared a chuckle together. As their soft laughs faded, his face went deadly serious, and he put his left hand to the right side of her face and stroked her cheek with his thumb as he rumbled, "I love you, little girl; I always will." She swallowed the lump in her throat that sprang up at his words, and blinked her eyes to stave off the tears that were threatening to form, and she forced a smile and said, "I know; and I will always love you." Almost at the same time, they started to yawn, and they smiled at each other when they stopped as they both realized they were still sleepy. She asked him if he knew what time it was, so he rolled over to look at his watch on the bedside table; he told her it was only 7am! No wonder they were still sleepy, especially after about 30 minutes of some of the hottest sex they'd had yet! He laid on his back again and gestured for her to come lay next to him so he could put his arms around her, and she snuggled next to him, neither one of them concerned that they hadn't bothered to clean up at all this time—the sheets were a mess and so were they, so what did it matter at this point?!! They would take care of it when they got up in another hour or two. As he lay there trying to relax enough to go back to sleep, he remembered that she had told him about singing in the choir and doing musicals in high school and that he had wanted to ask her if she would sing for him. So he asked softly, "Would you do me a favor, little girl?" When she looked up at him with her eyebrows raised, he continued, "You told me you had done some singing in high school and I was just wondering if you would sing something for me, to help me fall asleep...please?" All of a sudden, she felt nervous, like she did when she'd had to audition back then, even though everyone had always told her she had a lovely voice, but she hadn't done much singing since then, except to herself. But the look on his face told her he was genuinely hoping she would, so she smiled nervously and said, "What would you like to hear? I mean, I don't know a lot of songs but if you have any suggestions that I know, I'll try." He thought for a moment; he knew he wanted to hear something soft and soothing that would help him relax. Then he remembered he'd gotten to like listening to some of the Irish music they had used in his movie "The Quiet Man," so he asked her if she knew any Irish lullabies or tunes. Her eyes widened and she said, "The only one I know is 'Danny Boy.' One of my brothers is named Danny and I learned it so I could sing it to him for his birthday one year. I think I remember some of it." He smiled and told her that would be perfect, so she cleared her throat a little and hoped her voice wouldn't crack because this tune sometimes made her sad and she would get a lump in her throat while trying to sing it. She looked back down as she was afraid to watch his face while she sang, then she started softly in her lilting soprano voice: Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountainside The summer's gone and all the flowers are dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the hills are hushed and white with snow 'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow Oh Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so! She sounded like an angel; he could feel a lump growing in his throat as he listened to her, and he had to take a deep breath when she sang that highest note near the end of the song so he could swallow the lump and relieve the tightness in his chest. When her last note died, he sighed softly and put his left hand under her chin to make her look up at him. He had a look on his face that seemed almost sad, and he said, "You have a beautiful voice, little girl, you should sing more often. I would love to hear you sing more, if you ever feel inclined to do so again." She smiled at his words of encouragement, and said, "I'll keep that in mind," just before she started to yawn—which made him yawn—and they smiled at each other as their eyes were drifting closed and they fell back to sleep for a little while. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 10 A couple hours later, they both started to stir again because their bodies were getting hungry—for food. They were still in the same position as when they fell asleep earlier; he on his back with her nestled to his right side with her head on his shoulder and his arms around her. He stretched carefully, as did she, and then his stomach growled and they looked at each other and smiled. He said, "I'm hungry, but this time I need food," with a devilish twinkle in his eyes. "I'll order us some breakfast. What would you like?" She told him she would like soft scrambled eggs with toast...and bacon...and some fruit...and orange juice. He was surprised; that seemed like quite a breakfast for such a small woman. His surprise must have shown on his face because she looked a little embarrassed and said with a slight laugh, "I can't help it; I'm hungry, too!" He laughed softly, too, and said, "It's nice to find a woman with a healthy appetite for food...and sex!" He growled lustfully on those last two words and his eyes smoldered at her. He gave her a quick, hard kiss and told her to go ahead and start getting cleaned up while he called Room Service for their breakfast, so she got up and went into the bathroom and he sat up and picked up the phone and made the call. She closed the door when she went into the bathroom and turned on the light and the air vent because she needed to use the toilet and she didn't want him to hear her; she just hoped she would be able to finish before he came in! It took a few minutes for her and she was surprised, but thankful, that he hadn't come in yet, so she flushed the toilet and then went to the shower and turned it on to get in. He noticed she closed the bathroom door when she went in and he didn't hear the shower turn on and he figured she might need some privacy, so he sat there and took out a cigarette and smoked it while he waited for her to finish doing whatever she needed to do. He was just about through with his cigarette when he heard the toilet flush, so he knew he was right, then he heard the shower turn on. He finished his cigarette and headed into the bathroom. She was just getting into the shower when he opened the door. He needed to use the toilet as well, and almost hesitated, but since he could stand with his back to the shower, he went ahead and did that; he needed to sit down, too, but that could wait until after a quick shower and she was out of the bathroom. She picked up the soap and started to wash herself and was slightly surprised when he walked over to the toilet and started pissing even though she could see him. She'd always gotten the impression that most men felt uncomfortable taking a piss in front of a woman—even if it was their own wife! She smiled at the idea that he felt that comfortable with her. She was still smiling when he finished and came to get in the shower and he asked her what she was smiling about, so she told him. He looked slightly embarrassed and said, "Well, it's not that I was that comfortable about it, but I knew my back would be toward you so you really couldn't see anything, and the fact that I really needed to go, so I didn't have much choice! Besides, I'm going to need to scoot you out of here as quickly as possible because I still need to go..." as he raised his eyebrows and looked at her as if to say, "You know what I mean?" She smiled and laughed quietly, and said, "OK, just let me finish rinsing off and I'll get out of here and give you some privacy! By the way, you don't happen to have an extra toothbrush, do you?" He smiled and said, "No, I don't have an extra one, but you can use mine." He saw her frown and start to protest, and he laughed softly and said, "Now think about it, little girl. We've had our mouths all over each other...do you really think using my toothbrush is any different?" She laughed, too, and agreed with him...it really didn't matter. She would borrow it right after they had breakfast. She got out of the shower and dried off as he finished washing off, then she went to the bathroom door and opened it and glanced at him in the shower, then blew him a kiss before she went out the door, closing it behind her. She went and picked up one of the robes that they had left crumpled on the floor and shook it off as good as she could and put it on. She spotted the comb he had found for her last night laying on the dresser and picked it up to start untangling her hair again; it wasn't quite as bad this time. She heard him turn the shower off and figured he would be in there for several more minutes, so she started to look around the room since she hadn't been paying much attention to it before—she was always so focused on him. It was a nice room; large and with tasteful décor. The window on the east side of the room was bright with the sun shining in and there was a set of sliding glass doors that led out onto a balcony on the south side of the room that were covered with sheer curtains at the moment. She walked over to the sliding doors and opened the curtains to look out. She was surprised to see the ocean just a few blocks away! She hadn't realized how close to the ocean this hotel was, so she opened the doors and walked out onto the balcony to just stare at the ocean—her most favorite sight in the whole world—next to him, that is! She just stood there, drinking in the sight of the blue water stretching to the horizon and the feel of a soft breeze that was blowing on her face and hair. The breeze was a little cool, but the sun was already warming the air; it felt like it was going to be another unusually warm day for this time of the year. Unfortunately, the breeze this far from the ocean did not have the scent of the salt air that she loved to smell when she was standing on the shore, nor could she hear the pounding of the waves that always echoed through her soul—just like his voice... She was so lost in her daydream of being with him on a beach somewhere, making love, that she didn't hear him come up behind her and she jumped slightly when he put his arms around her from behind and asked her what she was looking at. She glanced briefly at him and saw he was wearing the other robe, then she looked back out again and said dreamily, "The ocean...I love the sea...it's my most favorite place in the world to be...except for your arms." Just then, they heard a knock on the outer door and a voice announcing "Room service," so he told her he'd be right back and went to go get their breakfast. He knew there was a table and chairs on the balcony, so he signed the bill and took the tray from the waiter and told him he'd handle it from there. He carried it into the bedroom and out onto the balcony so they could eat out there. She was surprised and happy that he thought to do that so she could look at her two most favorite sights in the whole world while she had breakfast...what a way to start the day! While they were eating, he would catch her staring longingly at the water and he wondered what she was thinking, so he asked her. She told him that when she was a child, her family had always gone to the beach for vacations in the summer and she had fallen in love with the ocean the first time she saw it...just like she had with him. She loved everything about it...from the calm, beautiful, sparkling blue waters and gently rolling waves, to the turbulent gray-green, stormy seas and seemingly angry, pounding surf. And the wonderful smell of salt air...it all just fascinated her and moved her heart and soul in ways that she couldn't explain...like the way she loved him...and whenever she was at a beach, she was thinking of him, and dreaming of him...making love to her right there on the beach. As he listened to her and watched her face, he thought, "My God, we think so much alike..." He had always had something a "love affair" with the sea as well, thinking of it as a beautiful, mysterious woman that always beckoned him to come and be with her. He owned a large boat so he could go out sometimes and fish or find a quiet harbor somewhere with nice scenery to just relax for awhile (he had usually tried to pick areas that had a beach with a lot of young women in bathing suits!). But most of the time, he just loved being on the ocean, feeling the wind on his face and smelling the salt air...it gave him a feeling of freedom...and power, like he could do almost anything...which was just how she made him feel. He told her he understood exactly how she felt, and he knew that every time from now on, whenever he was at the ocean, he would be thinking of her...and dreaming of making love to her...Holy Shit! He just remembered that one of his friends owned a beach house near Malibu that was in a private area with its own section of beach, which was surrounded by high outcroppings of rock that no one could get to unless they came through the house. His friend had told him he would be out of town this weekend and that he was welcome to use the house if he wanted to stay there instead of at the hotel for a change of scenery, and told him where he kept the spare key. Diana had looked at him when he told he knew how she felt, and he had a wistful expression on his face as he looked at her and she wondered what he was thinking. She was just about to ask him when his eyes widened and he looked like he'd just remembered something that surprised him, so she asked him, "What's going on inside your head?" "Oh, nothing really...just...remembering some old feelings about the ocean I'd forgotten about until you started talking about it," he lied. He was going to make this a surprise for her, so he smiled at her and said, "Let's finish breakfast and then I have to get dressed and go down to the front desk for a few minutes to check my messages." This wasn't exactly a lie, he didn't have to check his messages, but it gave him an excuse to leave the room so he could put the plan he was formulating in his head into action. He had just found another way to make sure she would never forget this weekend. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 11 When they finished breakfast, John Wayne and Diana Maitland went into the bathroom to brush their teeth—he let her use his toothbrush after he was through with it and started preparing to shave while she brushed hers. The bathroom had a double vanity so they both had a sink, and he started running hot water in his and went to get his shaving kit in the bedroom and then returned to the sink. As he mentally continued working on his plan to surprise her with the trip to the beach house, he unconsciously shrugged the robe off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He didn't like to have any clothing on his chest while he shaved because it usually just got in his way or ended up all wet, and the robe needed to be washed anyway, so there was no sense in hanging it up! When she saw him shrug out of his robe, she nearly choked because she gasped lightly and sucked some toothpaste toward the back of her throat. It was a sexy move that she'd seen him make a couple times now and it sent tingles through her pussy each time she saw him do that! He seemed to do it so slowly and sensuously, the muscles rippling in his shoulders and chest... God, she couldn't stand it! The man just turned her on...no matter what he did! She forgot she was standing there staring at him with a mouthful of toothpaste, and that his toothbrush was still sticking out of her mouth as she gripped it tightly trying to control the shaking of her hand because she wanted to touch him so badly! He turned and looked at her just then and he had to smile and laugh softly at the picture she made...her mouth hanging open full of toothpaste and his toothbrush, and staring at him like she was ready to jump him again! She looked so cute and sexy at the same time, and he was still smiling at her as he said, "Don't you think you'd better get that toothbrush out of your mouth so you don't choke on it while you're lusting for me?" with a sexy lift of his eyebrows, as he felt his dick starting to stir. She started laughing softly as she realized what she must look like, and finally managed to finish brushing her teeth while she watched him getting ready to shave. When she was done, she looked at him and asked him if she could watch him and he said sure. So, she turned around and sat herself up on the middle of the vanity between the sinks facing him, not noticing that her robe fell open exposing her cleavage. She watched him as he lathered up, then rinsed his hands, picked up his razor and started to shave. She used to watch her father do this sometimes when she was a little girl and she remembered that she thought it was interesting, but she never would have guessed when she grew up that she would one day be watching John Wayne do the same thing—something so ordinary—and that she would find it so fascinating...and sooo sexy, especially since he was doing it stark naked. He saw that her robe had opened partly and he could see her soft breasts and he kept glancing at her while he shaved; his dick twitched and grew somewhat larger, making him adjust his stance at the sink. Her eyes were following the path of his razor, and when he would move his head to different angles to stretch his skin so he could get a closer shave, she would sort of mimic his movements with her head. He was just finishing up and he noticed the look in her eyes was very sensual, making his dick continue to grow. It looked like she was almost imagining herself to be the razor scraping over his beard to get to his smooth skin underneath... Yes, he wanted to feel her skin on him as well...his hand almost felt like it was shaking because he wanted her again...his dick was hard and he needed to fuck her again! She noticed he had stopped and was staring at her with his eyes burning and he was breathing heavier...he wanted her again! Oh God, she wanted him, too, so she yanked at the tie and pulled her robe open, and pleaded throatily, "Yes, fuck me, big man, I need it as much as you do!" He growled as he dropped his razor beside the sink, then grabbed her and slid her ass to the edge of the counter—it was also just the right height for him. She reached down between them and grasped his big dick and pulled it to her dripping pussy, then moaned, "God, how I love you and your big, fucking cock!" as he grasped her hips and thrust his hips forward hard, burying himself inside her. He groaned when he entered her...he still craved the feeling of her soft, wet tightness fully engulfing his dick as he slammed into her; he never wanted to forget it! And her desire for him and the way she expressed it just seemed to make his blood surge even more into his dick, making it harder and feel like it was throbbing...God, how she turned him on—he already wanted her and craved her, and she could still ratchet up his desire even further just by talking to him like that! She wrapped her legs around his hips as he started to drive into her hard, pulling back slowly, then slamming his hips forward, and burying his dick inside her with powerful, deep thrusts. She arched her back, and put her arms down behind her to brace her hands to keep her ass from sliding backwards each time he thrust into her. Her head also fell back and this forced her chest and her breasts to be angled slightly upward, and he could not resist leaning down to kiss and lick her neck, chest and breasts. As he did that, she started to tell him what she felt...when she could speak between thrusts. "Oh God, big man...unh...I love feeling your...ahhh... thick cock slamming...unh...into my tight... unh...wet pussy!...ohh!...I love how you...ahhh... fuck me! Oh yes...unh...kiss my neck...ohh...I love the feel...ahh...of your lips...unh...on my body!...mhh...Ohhhh yes...I'm going to cum soon...That's it!...Suck my nipples!...Oh God...here it comes...! Aaaahhhh...!" Then she started to thrust her hips forward. He released her nipple from his mouth when she started to move her hips and he started thrusting faster to slam against her as she rocked her hips back and forth and he came when he felt her pussy massaging his dick. He had felt his orgasm coming just before she said she was about to cum, so he desperately sucked on her nipples hoping that would trigger hers quickly enough before he lost control. She had almost sent him over the edge when she started talking to him; if he had sped up his pace at that point, he would have cum in less than 30 seconds but he knew she wasn't close enough yet. So he kept his thrusts slow and hard until he heard her say she was getting close, then he started to thrust a little faster, and then matched her speed when her hips started to move. He had had his hands braced on her hips the whole time, arching his back and letting his head fall backward as he groaned when he came. Then he straightened up and leaned forward to brace his hands on the vanity counter behind and on either side of her body, and bent down to lean slightly against her with his head on her chest as they both recovered. She bent her left elbow and brought her forearm up and around the side of his head to hold him as he lay against the top of her breasts, both of them breathing heavily. She took a deep breath and sighed, and said, "I love you, big man. Oh, how I wish we could do this forever!" "Me, too, little girl...me too," he rumbled back huskily. Then he lifted his head and stood up straight to look at her, and she smiled and started to laugh softly. He frowned slightly, and asked, "What are you laughing about?" She told him to look in the mirror, so he glanced over and saw that he still had smears of shaving cream on his face—his desire to fuck her again had made him forget that he hadn't washed off his face when he finished shaving! He grinned and started chuckling, and rumbled sexily, "See what you do to me, little girl? You have the power to make me forget whatever it is I'm doing at any given moment!" As he thought about that for a second, he realized his feelings for her were getting more and more dangerous for him—the thought of having to let her go in less than 36 hours made his chest feel tight again, and he frowned as he took a couple deep breaths to force that feeling away. Then he backed away from her as his soft cock was slipping out of her, and he hoped she would think that was why he frowned. He kissed her softly as he helped her get down from the vanity counter, and then sighed heavily and forced himself to smile at her as he moved to the sink to rinse his face and then wash his cock, while she used a washcloth to clean herself up again. As he was cleaning himself up, he remembered his plans for the rest of the weekend and the fact that he was going to have to get her something else to wear since he had torn her blouse, so he asked her, "By the way, what size clothes do you wear?" When she frowned and asked him why he wanted to know that, he explained to her that he needed to replace her blouse and he was going to get someone to pick something up at the ladies dress shop in the lobby and have it sent up to the room because she couldn't very well leave wearing a torn blouse. So, she reluctantly agreed and told him her dress size, which would be the same as for a blouse. They went into the bedroom and she sat on the bed and watched him while he got dressed, and agreed with herself on her earlier decision that she definitely preferred him naked; clothes just did not do his body justice. Clothed, he just looked like a powerful, sexy man; naked, he was a god—and she wished she could have a statue sculpted in his likeness so she could stare at it and touch it for the rest of her life. When he was dressed he walked over to her and stood her up and kissed her tenderly, then told her he was going down to the lobby and that he might be a few minutes since he would have to talk to someone he could trust to be discreet about getting her something to wear. She smiled and said OK and that she'd be waiting for him on the balcony. She had started formulating an idea to get him to fuck her on the balcony so she could look at him and the water and pretend they were on a beach somewhere. While he was gone, she was going to check things out to make sure they could do it without reasonable fear of being seen by anyone. As soon as he was gone, she went out onto the balcony and leaned over the railing to look to each side; there were no other balconies on this side of the building on this floor. Then she looked around; there were no other buildings as tall as this one for about half a mile or more—not much chance that anyone would see what they were doing. And there was a nice, comfortable looking chaise lounge also on the balcony, that would be perfect for him to lay back on while she rode him and pretended they were laying on a blanket on the sand. This would be close enough to the real thing for her! Her pussy was already starting to tingle as she thought about it and anxiously waited for him to return. Wayne was smiling softly to himself as he rode the elevator down to the lobby, thinking about the things he wanted to arrange to make this surprise as special for her as he could. When he reached the main floor, he exited the elevator and headed toward the lobby. As he approached the ladies clothing store, he paused and looked discreetly at the dresses displayed in the windows to find something appropriate for her. One dress in particular caught his eye; it was a black halter-style dress with a deep, plunging V-front, fitted waist and flowing skirt that he could instantly picture her in, but it wasn't quite appropriate for daytime. Then he spotted another soft-colored floral pattern dress with a fitted top, waist and hips, a straight skirt and small straps that would leave her shoulders bare that he could also instantly picture her wearing. He made a mental note of those dresses and headed to see the concierge. Since he had stayed at this hotel a lot, he knew he could trust the concierge and most of the staff to be discreet, because he tipped them generously and made them understand that he required their discretion if they wanted him to remain a loyal customer. Luckily, the concierge was in his office and available to see him right away. He explained to the man what he wanted regarding the dresses for Diana and told him her size, and then remembered that she didn't have any extra under garments with her, so he asked the man to have the ladies in the dress shop pick out appropriately sexy pieces of lingerie to go with the dresses. He had also remembered to peek at her shoes and saw they were size 7, and told him to have them pick nice shoes to go with them as well and have it all discreetly delivered to his room. Then he told him that, even though his room was already paid in advance, that he would be going to a friend's house for the day and night and asked him if he could have the hotel make up a picnic-type luncheon to take with them when they left and have the hotel or a catering company to deliver a special dinner to the house, and gave him the address and time for delivery and the menu he wanted for dinner. With a $50 tip, the man was only too happy to oblige. Since he was able to arrange things with the concierge so quickly, he went to the front desk to check for any messages. There were only a couple from the studio; one wasn't important at all but the other one was from Diana's boss asking him when was the last time he had seen her. She never came back to the office after she took him out for the tour and no one had seen her since—they were just a little concerned. He decided he'd better think of something to tell the man so no one would get worried and send the police out looking for her. He called the producer's office, but he wasn't in at the moment, so he left a message with the switchboard saying that he was sorry they had worried him, but he had asked Diana to check into some of the casting and crew personnel that would be available to work on this film. He had asked her to do this from his own office and he hoped the producer didn't mind, and that she would be back at her job on Monday. This wasn't an unusual practice, so he hoped it would eliminate any questions. Then he headed back up to the room trying to decide how to spring his surprise on her. He figured he would just suggest to her that they go out for a drive because he was feeling a little "stir crazy" since he'd been staying in that same room for a week, and then he would just drive them to his friend's house. He hoped she wouldn't be upset at him for buying her dresses and lingerie when he only owed her a blouse. Most women loved to get presents from men, but he wasn't quite sure how she would take it. As he was walking in the door, the phone was ringing, and the bedroom door was closed, so he picked it up intending to blast whoever was on the other end since there was supposed to be a Do Not Disturb on the phone. Before he could get a word out, he realized it was the concierge and the man was immediately apologetic for ringing his phone, but he had some things that needed to be clarified in regard to the woman's clothing. The concierge was a little embarrassed to be asking him this, but the ladies in the dress shop needed to know..."how big" this woman is. Wayne was confused and, trying to keep his voice quiet, said she wasn't very big at all, she was very short, only around 5 feet tall. The concierge said, no, not how short she is, how big her...breasts are...for the lingerie. Oh. Then he tried to figure out how to explain how big she was, and he remembered meeting Jane Russell once and thought that Diana's breasts and body looked every bit as shapely as hers, but even more so because Diana was shorter than Jane, so that was how he described her to the concierge. He heard the concierge tell that to the dress shop ladies and then he heard a flurry of women's voices and he asked the concierge what was going on. Apparently, Diana's dress size is meant for a woman as tall as Jane Russell, and since she was shorter, they would need to alter the dresses so they would look right on Diana. He asked the man how long that would take, and he was advised it would take a couple hours for them to do that, and he said that would be fine, and to just send them up when they were ready, then thanked the man for his thoroughness. "Of course, sir, I will be happy to help if there is anything else you need." He noticed the man never said his name on the phone because he had asked him to be discreet and let no one else know whom he was doing this for. When he hung up the phone, he hoped that she had not heard him, since he figured she knew he must've answered it and was just waiting for him to finish. She had said she was going to wait for him on the balcony, so she was probably just sitting out there, staring at the ocean and thinking of him...he wondered what she was thinking! He headed into the bedroom and went to the balcony doors, which were open but the curtains were closed and the soft breeze was billowing them into the room. As he moved the curtains aside, he stopped in his tracks and his dick twitched and stirred in his pants. She was laying on the chaise lounge on her back just slightly reclined, looking toward the ocean, stark naked; no robe, just a towel under her—and she was masturbating. He immediately looked around to see if there was any way anyone could possibly see her; all the other buildings in this immediate area were only 1 or 2 stories and the closest taller buildings looked over a half-mile away. He figured it was pretty reasonable to assume no one could see them. She must not have heard him walk up on the carpeting or when he moved the curtains because she had not moved, other than her hands, so he just watched her for a few moments. She was doing what she'd done in the shower that first time he'd caught her. She had her left hand at her breasts messaging, rolling and pulling at her nipples, and her right hand was at her pussy, rubbing her fingers on her clit and up and down her slit. His dick was getting hard just watching her, and he couldn't believe it was happening again when it had been only about 30 minutes since the last time he fucked her! Then she lifted her knees and spread her legs wider as she started to occasionally slide a couple of fingers in her pussy and moaned softly when she did. His dick was fully hard again and he tried to figure out what to do next. Well, he couldn't very well do too much with all these clothes on, so he backed into the room and away from the balcony door as he quietly removed his clothes and then headed back out onto the balcony. The back of the chaise lounge was reclined so low that he could walk right up to it and his dick would be about a foot above her head. So, he quietly moved up behind her just over her right shoulder, put his right hand on his dick to stroke it a few times as he said with a low growl, "Should we do ourselves, little girl, or do each other?" She jumped and snapped her head upward to look at him in shock as soon as she heard his voice. This was the third time he has snuck up on her; for a big man, he sure moved quietly! Then she saw him stroking his cock and she gasped at loud at the heat that flooded through her pussy and she very nearly came. "Oh my God," she groaned as her eyes turned to flames watching him. She needed him inside her again! The look in her eyes when she saw him stroking his dick and the fact that he was doing it in front of her, made him even harder. He needed to fuck her again and so did she. He bent down to the side of the chaise lounge and moved the back of it so it was flat, and then he leaned over her and kissed her hard and desperately for several seconds, then stood up and told her to get on her hands and knees. Then he knelt behind her and rubbed his dickhead up and down her wet slit a few times, teasing her, and growled sexily, "Do you know what happens to a bad little girl when she starts without me?" When she shook her head and whispered no, he gritted his teeth and groaned, "THIS!!!" as he closed his eyes then slowly and torturously slid his big dick into her dripping pussy, inch by steely inch. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 11 They both moaned as he slowly slid into her—they both kept trying to record in their memories every sensation from these moments, but each time it still felt new and different and exquisitely sensual. When he was fully inside her, he opened his eyes; they were facing toward the water and he asked her if she had her eyes open, and she said yes. As he started pumping slowly in and out of her, he told her that he wanted her to imagine that they were on a beach or a boat, her choice, and that they were going to fuck like they were listening to the pounding of the waves, or feeling the boat rocking on the waves and they were going to set a rhythm to match the sound or the movement. So she started dipping her body, moving her back and her ass gently up and down in a slightly rolling motion, trying to make her movements look like the waves do as they gently roll onto the shore. He got what she was doing and started to match his movements to hers so that just when her ass was at the "crest of the wave" and starting to break, his dick and hips would crash into her pussy and hips and they would roll downward together. Then as the "wave" started to build again, he would slide out of her and be ready to crash into her again at the crest. They went on like this for a couple minutes, then she whispered, "A storm is coming!" He knew what she meant; the "waves" were going to get a little faster and more turbulent, so when she picked up her pace, he was ready. She wasn't rolling and dipping any more, her "waves" were savagely pounding on his "shore" and she was moaning constantly. He saw her move her right arm and hand down between her legs and he thought she was going to rub her clit while she was slamming into him, but instead he felt her massaging his balls, which made him groan. Then she started groaning, "Ohh...ohh...ohh..." as her hand massaged his balls even firmer and he felt the tingling start at the base of his dick...he was getting close. He grasped her hips and pounded into her a few times as fast and hard as he could, and her upper body collapsed off her left arm and her face went into the towel on the chaise cushion as she let out a short, loud scream and her pussy tightened and then started to throb on his dick. He continued to thrust in and out of her throbbing pussy until he felt the release of his orgasm and his hips bucked a couple times, then he just held himself still inside her until they both stopped throbbing. Then he slowly eased out her, and lowered himself to sit on the chaise with the towel under him and his legs on either side of it just behind her, with her ass still in the air...God, what a sight that was! Her dark rose pussy lips were spread wide and dripping with her cum, and his, and he put his hands on her hips to steady her so he could just stare at it for a moment or two. As he looked, he could see her opening slowly contracting from being stretched so much to fit his thick cock. No wonder she always felt so tight, and like she was made just for him...he realized, agonizingly, that her pussy could probably make any man feel that way. Then he reached around behind him and set the back of the chaise up so he could lean against it, and he grasped her waist and helped her move to sit between his legs and lean back on him as he stroked her hair and her shoulders and arms. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, then said softly in his gravelly rumble, "That bastard that took your virginity was a fool, little girl. Your body was made for sex; your sweet pussy would make any man crave to be inside you again and again." He growled this question, "Tell me the truth—how many of those men you used for your own pleasure begged for the chance to fuck you again?" as he gripped her upper arms tightly. She was silent for a moment, not knowing whether she wanted to answer this question, but figured there was no reason to lie to him about anything now. She replied quietly, "Almost all of them." She knew where he was headed when he asked his next question...he still didn't understand why she loved and desired him so much but did not want to be with him forever. "And did you let any of them fuck you again?" he ground savagely through his teeth as he almost dug his fingers into her arms. She shook her head and whispered no. He relaxed his grip on her arms, and growled again, "Why not? I know how much you enjoy sex and you said you didn't take that many opportunities to fuck a man so why not let them fuck you as many times as they were able to while you were with them? Tell me that, Diana, why the hell not?" He shook her shoulders slightly then released them at the end of that last question, hoping he would hear the answer that he wanted. She knew what he needed to hear; and the fact that it was the truth just made it that much harder for her to admit to him and then still try to convince him that she couldn't stay with him. She sat up and scooted to the end of the chaise then stood up and spun around to face him with her hands on her hips, and spat at him through her teeth, "Because...none of them were YOU, goddamn it! Is that what you needed to hear? Why the hell did you even ask me when you already know the answer! What the hell do I have to do to convince you that I have never and will never again in my life want or love any other man as much as I do YOU—and I'm sorry that I am not strong enough to think I could survive a life with you!" She was nearly yelling at him and panting heavily from the emotions roiling through her. He just stared at her as she stood there, completely naked, with her hands on her hips, her chest heaving, and her eyes blazing at him...goddamn, she was so sexy, even when she was mad! He started to realize this was not the right time to try to convince her to change her mind about staying with him—he might end up pushing her away too soon before he could show her what life with him could be like. He closed his eyes for a second, then looked at her apologetically and rumbled softly, "I'm sorry, little girl, I just feel...jealous sometimes, wishing I could've been that stupid bastard you fell in love with—I would never have let you go." He held his arms out to her and, without hesitation, she moved to straddle his hips and sit on his lap facing him. She smiled at him as she stroked his neck and face with her hands, then said softly, "But you forget...I fell in love with you long before I met him. What I felt for him pales by far in comparison to what I feel for you. In my dreams and fantasies, you are the one to whom I gave my virginity. He only managed to tear through some physical barrier inside my body. Yes, I'd given him a little piece of my heart—but the rest of it was still yours. Sometimes, I think I got what I deserved because I think he knew I would never let him replace you completely. Right now, my heart belongs to you, and part of it always will—no matter what happens." He put his arms around her and held her against him, and rumbled softly, "The same goes for me, little girl; you have my heart and you will always own a piece of it as well. I guess I will somehow have to make myself be content with that." They both took a deep breath and sighed heavily, then she leaned back to look at him and smiled softly, and said, "Thank you for helping me make another one of my fantasies about you come true," then she kissed him tenderly. He smiled back, "Well, maybe I can do even better than that at some point," he said mysteriously, as he lifted one of his eyebrows and stared into her eyes. She frowned and looked confused wondering what he meant, and he chuckled and said, "There's any number of scenarios we could come up with to play out those fantasies, little girl, and we'll talk about them a little later. But right now, I have a little game I want to play with you." Her eyes widened in surprise and she waited with a curious look on her face for him to explain. He told her that he remembered she said her father had taught her to play poker when she was four and asked her if she still knew how to play. She looked offended and said of course she still knows how to play; she and some her girlfriends would get together sometimes when none of them had dates and have a "girls' poker night"—complete with booze and cigars! Now he was surprised! Damn it—when would she stop throwing him curve balls that just made him want her even more! He shook his head to clear his mind, then told her that he wanted them to sit down and play some hands of poker; no money at stake, just whoever won each hand would get to tell the other person something they wanted them to do. She asked him what kinds of things. He suggested it could be anything from benign favors to extremely sexual; whatever they wanted the other person to do for them or to them or even just to have to give an honest answer to a question. They would have to tell each other at the beginning of each hand what they wanted from the other person if they won, so neither of them would feel too vulnerable not knowing what the other was going to ask them for. She thought about it for a moment and then agreed; then she warned him, "I'm a pretty good poker player; I usually win." He stared straight at her, and said seriously, "So do I." Let the games begin! Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 12 John Wayne and Diana Maitland were sitting on the bed, naked, with a deck of cards getting ready to play poker. They discussed the rules for their game; it would just be hands of straight 5-card draw, no wild cards, and whoever could make the best hand would win their wager. Wayne suggested this game as a way to pass the time until the clothes he secretly ordered for Diana for their outing to the beach house would be delivered in about an hour and a half. Also, he thought he might think of some way to find out more about what she wanted to see if he could figure out how to convince her that they could be good for each other if they stayed together. He let her deal first and make the first wager. She thought for a moment, then said, "If I win, I want you to massage my back." He grinned, and said, "OK. If I win, I want you to take 2 shots of tequila!" He thought if he could get her a little tipsy, she would be more amenable to his ideas. Her eyes widened a little, but she agreed and dealt the first hand. She thought she was going to win because she had 2 pair, but he drew an open-ended straight and made it, and he grinned as he retrieved the bottle of tequila from the bedside table. As he poured a shot in the tumbler that was still beside the bottle and handed it to her, he started to tell her that he wanted her to down it quickly—no little "sissy girl" sipping at it. He got about 2 words out his mouth when she put the glass to her lips, tilted her head back and poured it all straight into her mouth and swallowed, handing the glass back to him for the second shot. He stared at her again, eyes wide, as he took the glass and poured another shot and watched as she downed it as quickly as the first one. She cleared her throat a little after that second one, but she never made a face and her eyes didn't even water! He thought, "Oh shit...this isn't going to work out like I hoped—where the hell did she learn to drink like that?" as he shook his head slowly in defeat. She chuckled softly as she watched him, and said, "I told you my girls' poker night included booze—and lots of it! I can get pretty drunk and still maintain a good sense of judgment and reason. I've worked very hard on that the last few years; it helped me to overcome my sense of vulnerability with men. I found it amusing to watch some of them make asses of themselves getting ripped thinking they were going to get me drunk so they could take advantage of me. So, I turned it around on them; I drank them under the table and then just walked away satisfied in knowing that they were not worth my time. The ones who didn't try to get me drunk were the ones I was reasonably sure I could trust just enough to make them understand what I wanted from them, and to not expect anything else from me." She wasn't smiling any more and she took a deep breath and asked, "So, were you hoping to get me drunk and take advantage of me in some way? You know that you don't need to get me drunk to do whatever you want to me—so what were you really hoping for?" He smiled ruefully and shook his head again, then said, "I guess I was just going to try to test you and see if I could find out more about why you are so convinced you could never survive a life with me. But, I see that idea was for naught; I just hope now you won't be mad at me for trying—can you really blame me for trying, knowing how I feel about you?" as he looked at her with longing in his eyes. No—she couldn't blame him for trying—it just made her realize that he really wanted her, and not just for this weekend...and not just because it was the best sex he'd ever had. She smiled softly at him and said, "No, I'm not mad at you and I don't blame you for trying—it proves to me that you really do love me. And I'll make you a promise; if you don't try to continue questioning my reasons about why I feel I can't stay with you, then I'll use every opportunity I can to reconsider my feelings on this, and I will discuss them with you when they come up, OK?" He smiled slightly and said that would be fair enough. They played several more hands, each of them making tame wagers; a 10-minute foot rub, 5 minutes of neck massage, 10 minutes of back scratching, etc. Then she handed him the cards and told him it was his deal. He grinned and said this time, if he won, he wanted her to rub his ass for 5 minutes, and she said she still wanted her back massage—this time, she won. She laid on her stomach and he straddled her thighs while he firmly, but gently, kneaded her neck and shoulders with his strong fingers, then moved over her shoulder blades and down her ribs with his fingers flat, gently rubbing her flesh and muscles. Then he used his palm to rub gentle circles down her spine and over her lower back, as she softly moaned. Then he started to softly knead her ass cheeks and she commented that that wasn't her back, and he chuckled and said sexily, "I can't help it...I am a man!" Then he softly swatted her ass as he moved off of her to sit down again. She thought to herself, "That you are...and, oh what a man!" as she turned over and stretched before she sat up after he had moved off her legs. His eyes were smoldering at her as he handed her the cards since it was her turn to deal. This time, if she won, she told him she wanted him to lick her pussy for 5 minutes; his eyes turned to flames and he told her if he won, he wanted her to suck his dick for 5 minutes. They stared at each other as she dealt the cards and they picked them up, but neither one of them looked at the cards; they both tossed them aside and said at the same time, "You win!" Then they both rose up on their knees right in front of each other and started kissing fiercely and running their hands all over each other. She told him to turn around and lay down, and he thought she wanted to suck his dick first, so who was he to argue? Once he was lying comfortably, she moved up next to his right shoulder on her knees, then she lifted her left knee and straddled his neck. He was staring straight up at her ass and he was a little confused as to what she intended to do; then she bent forward down onto her hands and this positioned her entire slit right over his lower face! He could feel her hot breath on the head of his dick as she grasped his semi-hard shaft and then felt her tongue lick him softly. Now he understood—he could lick her pussy while she sucked his dick! This was another first for him—he had seen pictures of people doing this in some porno book that someone had passed around at a party he was at once. He had thought it looked sexy as hell and it turned him on and made him wish he could find someone to do that with—and now, here he was! He wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her crotch down a little further so he could reach more of her slit with his tongue. She moaned as he ran his tongue up and down her pussy, licking at her juices, and he felt her swirling her tongue around his dickhead, making him moan as well. He could feel his dick getting harder with each lick of her tongue on his shaft, and each lick of his tongue inside her pussy. She rested her upper body fully on him so she would have both her hands free to grasp his cock and balls, and he kept both of his arms wrapped around her thighs so he could move her hips slightly and get to as much of her pussy as he could reach with his lips and tongue, but this wasn't an easy position to do that in. He wanted to play with her ass, too, but he couldn't reach it with either his hands or his mouth in this position. She had really started to suck and stroke his dick now that he was fully hard again, and he was starting to lose concentration on what he was trying to do to her. He stuck his tongue in her dripping hole and just starting thrusting it in and out of her in the same rhythm she was stroking his dick, as it was the only thing he could keep his mind on at the moment. She was moaning almost constantly, and he loved the feeling of the vibrations from her moans on his dick. Then he felt one of her hands move down to his balls and start massaging them, and he felt that jolt of pleasure he'd felt when she showed him how she had massaged his perineum, and he groaned deeply to let her know it felt good. She kept massaging him there and he felt the pleasure increasing and start the tingling in his dick, as his balls started to tighten up—he knew he was about to cum. His hips started to rock upward as his head collapsed under her pussy and he groaned loudly, "Oh yeah...oh God... Ohhhhhh..." as he felt a few spurts of his semen shoot into her mouth as she kept her lips wrapped around his dickhead and licked it with her tongue. It wasn't very much...hell, he'd just cum three times in less than 2 hours and...how many times now in less than a 24 hour period? He couldn't believe he had any cum left in him at all! As his breathing returned to normal, he could feel her licking his softening shaft, and now he wanted to make her cum. He moaned to her, "That felt soooo good, little girl. I love the way you suck my cock and massage my balls. Now, I want to make you cum, so stay on your hands and knees and move up here so I can get behind you." She moved off of him and turned around to look at him with a confused look on her face, so he sat himself up and gestured for her to move up to the pillows and said, "Come try to make yourself comfortable, just keep your ass in the air, OK?" When she furrowed her brows even further, he raised one of his brows and grinned sexily at her and just said, "Trust me." Then she knew what he wanted to do; he wanted to play with her ass! She felt her pussy throb at the jolt of excitement that shot through her with that thought. She grinned back at him as she moved to grab a couple pillows and shove them under her head and chest for support, wrapping her arms under the pillows and bending down to leave her ass and pussy as high in the air as possible, with her knees spread far enough apart to give him easy access. She almost held her breath in anticipation of what he would do first. He angled himself sideways behind her, leaning on his left hip and elbow, which put his face at just the right height to get to her pussy and ass and leaving his right hand free to touch her where he needed to. He stared at her again, trying to memorize this sight; her pouty outer lips with soft, golden hair spread open, and her dark rose inner lips slightly swollen, surrounding her dripping wet hole, and her clit peeking out of its hood just beyond at the top of her slit. Just above her wet opening was her puckered, pinkish brown asshole in between her creamy, round ass cheeks. This was the most erotic sight he had ever seen! He leaned toward her and licked his tongue around the opening of her wet hole, making her moan softly; then he thrust his tongue in and out a few times, causing her to emit a low groan. Then he made his tongue soft and flat and licked upward from her pussy to her tiny asshole, licking softly around it and using a lot of saliva to make it really wet. While he was doing that, he could feel the flesh around her asshole start to soften slightly, so that it didn't feel quite so rough, and she was moaning a little louder than she had been when he was licking her pussy. Then he took the tip of his tongue and started to probe softly around her hole, and he could definitely feel the muscles starting to relax, so as he felt it relaxing, he made his tongue a little firmer and kept alternately flicking it and then pushing it slightly into her ass. He hadn't known quite what to expect in terms of how licking her ass would taste and feel because of its primary function, but he figured since she was clean and had recently gone to the bathroom, there shouldn't be any problem. He had not detected anything unusual and was actually enjoying how her body was reacting to his stimulation of her ass. She was starting to groan loudly and move her hips slightly. And her asshole was starting to loosen nicely, so he kept licking at it softly while he took his right hand and put his middle and index fingers in her dripping pussy and started fucking them in and out of her. Her hips began to really rock back and forth and she started moaning, "Oh yeah... that's it! Stroke my pussy! Oh...oh... but I need to feel more in my ass!" OK, he would give her more in her ass! He sat up fully and pulled his fingers out of her pussy for a few seconds to rub the fingers of his left hand in and out and around her dripping hole, coating all of them with her slick, wet juices. Then he put his right fingers back into her pussy to stroke in and out of her, then took the little finger of his left hand and slid it slowly into her ass; it easily went all the way in and she begged him for more. So, he pulled his little finger out and put his index finger at her ass and started to slide it into her, and her ass felt a little tighter on this finger, but it still slid completely into her, and she moaned loudly and asked for just a little more. His biggest finger was his middle finger, so he pulled his index finger out and placed his middle finger at her, now, relaxed opening, and slid it completely into her ass and started pumping it in and out of her in the same rhythm that he was fucking his right fingers in and out of her pussy. Her hips were thrusting to that rhythm and she was continually groaning, "Yes...oh God, yes...oh God ...Harder! Fuck my ass harder! ...Please!" So, he started pushing his middle finger into her ass a little harder, trying to be careful not to hurt her because the inner tissues of her ass felt a little softer and more delicate, yet tight, but not like the firm, soft flesh of her pussy. Whatever he was doing must have worked, because she suddenly cried, "Oh God, big man!" in a low, shaky moan and then buried her face in the pillows and squealed as her hips bucked several times, and he felt her pussy muscles throb as more wetness coated his fingers and the rim of her ass tightened slightly around his other finger, so he gently removed it from inside her. When he felt her pussy stop throbbing, he slid his fingers out of her, then leaned down and placed a soft kiss and lick on her ass which made her twitch slightly and gasp. Then she let herself collapse onto her left side slightly curled up, then slowly straightened and rolled onto her back and looked at him. Then he did the most erotic thing she had ever seen—he brought his right hand in front of his face and sniffed his index and middle fingers, then stuck them completely in his mouth and slowly pulled them back out, licking her juices off of them while he stared at her. If that was what she had looked like to him when she grabbed his hand and licked her juices off his fingers when he had put them in front of her face last night, it was no wonder he almost lost control! Her eyes half closed in desire and she forgot to breathe, then she sucked in a deep breath and moaned, "My God, big man, that was so sexy...and what you did to my ass felt so good! Thank you for doing that to me!" He subtlely wiped his left fingers on the sheet as he moved to her and gathered her in his arms as he lay down beside her and rumbled softly, "I love you, little girl. I would do anything in the world to give you pleasure. I'm just glad to know that you trust me enough to let me do that to you. I just wish..." he stopped. He started to say that he wished she would trust him enough to consider staying with him always, but he remembered he had promised not to question her on that any more, so she probably would not have appreciated that comment. Instead, he just leaned down and kissed her since she had looked up at him when he didn't finish his comment. She knew what he wanted to say, and she appreciated that he had stopped himself because she had asked him not to push her on that subject. She laughed softly and said, "You've made me a mess again! I think I'm going to have to take another shower!" He sat up and looked at her and said, "You can go clean up in a few minutes, but first, you have to play one more hand of poker with me!" She looked at him with her eyebrows raised as if to ask him what he was up to as she sat up while he gathered the cards since it was his turn to deal. He silently prayed that he would get the best hand, because he needed to win this wager. He told her that, if he won, she had to go for a drive with him. Then she looked really confused and told him that if she won, he had to tell her what he was up to. He said OK, and dealt the cards. He lucked out; he beat her, just barely, with a higher pair. When he told her she should go take a shower before they left, she reminded him that she didn't have any decent clothes to wear, and he told her he had already taken care of the problem and that some clothes would be delivered soon. Then he told her to go and take a nice leisurely shower or bath, whichever she preferred, and he would let her know when the clothes were there. She still sat there for a few moments looking at him with slight suspicion, trying to figure out what he was up to, then he got up off the bed, grabbed her arms pulling her up off the bed and kissed her hard and passionately for a moment, then released her and pushed her gently in the direction of the bathroom and said, "Go on, woman, just be a good little girl for now, and do what I said. I promise you won't regret it," he rumbled softly with his eyes smoldering at her again. When she got to the bathroom door, she remembered that she wanted to shave her legs slightly to be sure they were nice and smooth, so she told him she would need to take a bath and asked him if she could borrow his razor. He said "of course" and went into the bathroom, washed his hands thoroughly and put a fresh blade in it, then handed it to her. He knew he had an extra razor in his bag, so he picked up his shaving kit and took it out with him, presumably to put it away and get it off the bathroom vanity. As soon as she closed the door behind him, he got dressed again, then pulled a couple changes of clothing out for himself, including one of his nicer suits, and his toiletries bag had them waiting. Then he gathered up all of her clothing and stashed it in one of the dresser drawers, so the maids wouldn't find it when they came in to clean the room. About 5 minutes later, there was knock on the door and it was the concierge with the 2 boxes containing each of the dresses and matching undergarments and shoes for Diana and a bag with their picnic lunch. He took the box containing the floral dress and asked the concierge to take the other box and bag along with his suit and toiletry bags down to his car and asked him to have the valet attendant put them in the trunk and move his car to the side entrance. Then he carried the box into the bedroom and set it on the bed just as Diana opened the bathroom door. She had been driving herself crazy during her bath trying to figure out what he was planning, but she had no clue. Where could he possibly take her that they wouldn't risk being seen? He knew how she felt about keeping this...thing...relationship...whatever is was...private. Or maybe he just wanted to go for a drive for a slight change of scenery so that their only memories of each other wouldn't be just in this hotel room. OK, she could go along with that. After she had shaved her legs and underarms in the bath, she stood up and opened the drain and turned the shower on to rinse off. Then she got out and dried off, and was just coming out of the bathroom when she saw him laying a large, flat box on the bed, and she asked him, "What's this?" He was already dressed casually in the same light suit he'd had on earlier when he went down to the lobby, and he looked at her and held his hand out to her as she walked up to him. She put her hand in his and he stared into her eyes and said softly, "I hope you won't be mad at me, but I spotted this dress in the shop downstairs and I could just imagine how it would look on you, so I bought it and I hope it fits right. I even asked them to include undergarments to go with it since I stole your panties from you. So, I'm going to go wait in the front room while you get dressed and let me know right away it there is any problem with the way it fits, OK?" Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 12 She smiled slightly and didn't have the heart to tell him that it might fit her, barely, but would probably be way too long and the proportions for the bodice might be a little off because she was so short and her dress size usually had to be altered to fit her properly. So she kissed him softly and said "thank you," and watched him as he went out and closed the bedroom door. Then she lifted the lid off the box and moved the paper aside to see what he had picked out for her. It was beautiful; a soft pastel floral pattern, mostly rose colored, on a sateen material with an inner lining, and had thin straps, a fitted bodice with a v-shaped bust line that was sure to show off her cleavage, and a straight skirt with a high cut slit in the back. Uh oh, this was a style that usually had to be altered the most to fit her large chest and short torso. She picked up the dress by the shoulder straps and held it up in front of her...it looked almost just right for her! She turned it around and held it against her body and it seemed like it was going to fit her just fine...how did he do that? She found the "undergarments" in the box...they were more like sexy lingerie than underwear. Instead of a bra, there was a strapless bustier in white with lace on the bra cups and slight boning in the bottom to help define her waist a little more. The white panties also had lace on them and had a higher cut to the front of the legs—she thought she heard someone once refer to this style as "French-cut" panties. There was a pair of nylons in the box as well, but she decided not to wear them since it was another warm day. There was also a pair of rose-colored high-heeled shoes and a sheer piece of chiffon material that matched the dress and appeared to be a wrap of some kind. She excitedly began to put on the lingerie and found that, somehow, the bustier fit her perfectly, as did everything else, including the dress, but she couldn't quite get the zipper all the way up in back...she would just have to get him to help her with that. So she went to the door and just cracked it open slightly and asked him to come help her with the zipper, but she didn't want him to see her yet, so she asked him if he could do it with his eyes closed. He chuckled slightly and said that yes, he thought he could work a zipper with his eyes closed, so he came to the door and stood with his eyes shut and his hands up, and she opened the door wider, then turned and moved until her back came in contact with his hands. He felt and found the zipper and carefully closed it all the way up, then she told him she would be out in a minutes and closed the door again, so he went back to the middle of the room and waited for her to come out, hoping she was going to look as lovely in that dress as he had pictured. When she opened the door a moment later, he had almost the same reaction to her as he'd had the first moment he laid eyes on her...she took his breath away. The dress fit her perfectly, accentuating every curve of her body...especially since she had struck a sexy pose, bending her right knee and cocking her left hip sideways and leaning her upper body back to her right with her hands positioned provocatively on her hips. She also had a sheer piece of material that matched the dress wrapped loosely around her head and neck and draping over her shoulders. She could so easily be mistaken for a movie star...Jane Russell had nothing on her! Then she turned slowly, so he could see how well the dress fit her. He saw that the front of the dress showed off her breasts to perfection, supporting them well and giving her a generous amount of cleavage without looking obscene. The bodice hugged her waist tightly and perfectly flared at her hips to accentuate her "hourglass" figure. When she turned around, he saw that the knee-length skirt had a slit in the back of it that went up to just above mid thigh, so that when she walked, you could catch just a glimpse of the backs of her shapely thighs. When she was facing him again, she asked incredulously, "How in the world were you able to tell them how this dress needed to be altered to fit me so perfectly? I know it did not come like this—I have to alter clothes to fit me all the time! So how did you know what to tell them?" She could see the look on his face; he was staring at her with that same look of raw passion she had seen in his eyes when he ran into her during the studio tour and she had realized that he desired her—and he still did, even more so now, it seemed. He slowly started to smile and his eyes smoldered as he moved toward her and held his hand out to her and said, "It's my secret and I'm not going to tell you right now." When she placed her hand in his, he brought it up to his lips and kissed her fingers softly and then rumbled in his sexy, gravelly voice, "You look beautiful. Are you ready to go for a drive with me?" She smiled and nodded, so he led her out the door and turned the sign on the knob around to ask for "Maid Service," and escorted her to the elevator. On the ride down, they glanced at each other and they both smiled knowingly, remembering the ride up the day before...it seemed like it was so much longer ago than just 20 hours...but they were glad time seemed to be moving slowly for them. When they reached the main floor, he led her down the hallway to the side entrance, and his car was sitting there waiting for them, just as he'd asked. He opened her door and helped her in, then moved around to the driver's side, got in and started the car and headed out of the parking lot; luckily, there was no one around this time, either. She wondered where he was headed, then started to get a clue when he headed out onto the Pacific Coast Highway toward Malibu. He was going to take her somewhere that they could be closer to the ocean! That was what he'd meant when she'd thanked him for fucking her on the balcony looking toward the water when she'd felt he had fulfilled her beach fantasy, and he had said that maybe he could do better than that! Yes, this would, most likely, turn out to be better than fucking on a 10-story balcony several blocks from the beach! After they had driven in silence for almost 30 minutes while she just admired the views of him and the ocean, he pulled onto a private lane off the ocean side of the highway which wound down a little ways and then opened to a graveled parking area in front of a moderate sized 2-story house. He stopped the car and turned it off and she looked at him and asked, "Where are we?" He explained to her that the house belonged to a friend who was out of town this weekend, and his friend had offered to let him use it, and that he had forgotten about it until she had mentioned her love of the beach and the ocean. When he saw the shocked look on her face, he said he hoped she was pleased with his surprise, and she could only nod and then smiled brightly, and he thought he had never seen anyone look so happy. They got out of the car and he found the key right where his friend said it would be, so he unlocked the door and opened it and told her to go ahead in and have a look around. Then he went back to the car and got their clothes and the picnic lunch that he'd had smuggled into the trunk, and took the clothes upstairs to the master bedroom, then came back down and snuck into the kitchen while she was wandering. She couldn't get over how nice the house was, large and airy looking without being so huge, with comfortable looking furniture and a huge stone fireplace in the main room on the ocean side of the house. The wall of the house toward the ocean was mostly all glass, with large doors that slid open onto a covered stone patio with nice deck furniture and steps that led directly down to the beach. And the beach...she got so excited when she saw that beach! It was completely private—flanked by high rocks on both sides that protruded just far enough into the water so that the only way to get to the beach was by boat or to come through the house! "Oh my God," she thought, "I can truly have my fantasy of making love to him on the beach!" She jumped again as she felt his arms come around her from behind, and she snapped her head up to look at him as she exclaimed, "How do you manage to keep sneaking up on me? For such a big man, you sure do move quietly! And this is a hell of a surprise! God, this is so beautiful! I'm so happy you brought me here, but now I don't know what I want to do first!" He smiled and laughed softly at her surprise and happiness, and since it was just after noon, he suggested to her that the first thing they should do is have lunch. Then he opened one of the large glass doors and led her out onto the patio and sat her at the table and told her to wait right there, then he went back to the kitchen to get the picnic lunch. While he was gone, she sat there and closed her eyes, listening to the gentle pounding of the waves and smelling the salt air and she felt almost immediately like she was where she belonged. She felt so calm and at peace, her heart beat slowing as she took in deep breaths of the fresh, salty breeze, and her soul stirring more deeply with each wave as it rolled noisily onto the shore. She didn't think she could ever hear another sound that would stir her soul that way...until... "My God, you are so beautiful!" His sexy, gravelly voice made her gasp slightly as she slowly opened her eyes to see him staring at her from where he had stopped just a few feet away, with his eyes burning into hers. He had to stop to stare at her as he came out because the way she looked, with her head leaned back partially to one side and her eyes closed, her lips parted slightly, and her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath, made her look even more beautiful than he'd seen her so far! He had a large paper bag in one of his hands, and he shook his head slightly as if to clear his mind and then moved the last few feet to the table beside her. He opened the bag and began to unpack it, pulling out a plate of cheeses and fruit, a small loaf of French bread, a container of chicken salad, and a bottle of white wine. He told her he would be right back, as he headed to the kitchen to retrieve plates, silverware, napkins and wineglasses and then returned to the patio to sit down with her and have lunch. As they snacked lightly on their picnic lunch, they talked some more about why she loved the ocean so much. She tried to explain to him why it stirred her and fascinated her so. She told him that, to her, it was most wondrous thing about the earth. Science had mostly proven that all life on earth had originated in the oceans and she felt that God had made it that way on purpose. Without them, life on earth would not survive and she felt that humans had better start paying more attention to how they were treating the oceans, because every aspect of every form of life is dependent upon them in some way or another. Because of that, whenever she was at the beach, or looking at the ocean, she felt connected to every other living thing on earth, and she knew that that was how God intended it to be. It just made her sad to think that such a simple and basic concept—that every living thing on earth was connected to and dependent on, in some way, every other living thing—escaped most intelligent people. She just knew if more people could see that, there would be a lot less anger and hatred in the world. As he listened to her, he thought his reasons for loving the sea sounded so shallow in comparison. He thought she had explained her philosophy of life in such a way that it gave him somewhat of an epiphany. She was right, it was a simple concept and he could see the logic and truth of it. Too many people were angry, and power hungry, like he was a lot of the time, and he knew it was usually because they did not feel a real connection to anyone or anything that truly mattered. But, he also knew that there were not enough people who could, or would, understand her philosophy for it to ever be able to make a difference in the way people all over the world treated each other... there were just too many small minded, bigoted people...he should know, he was usually one of them. He watched her face as he explained all this to her. She smiled softly at him as he finished, and said, "I'm just glad you don't think I'm crazy. Most of my family looks at me like I'm crazy when I try to explain my feelings about this to them. And even though you may forget this conversation, I just hope it comes up from time to time to remind you of our connection to each other. No matter how far apart we may be...I will always feel connected to you in some way, even when I'm not at a beach or anywhere near the ocean—I will always be with you..." He shook his hand and his head as he looked away from her for a few seconds with his eyes closed tightly, then looked back at her with a slight frown and said slowly, "Don't say it...don't say anything like that right now. We still have over 24 hours and I don't want you talking about 'good bye' yet." His voice sounded husky with emotion. Then he cleared his throat slightly and took a deep breath, and said in his softer, sexier voice, "Let's finish lunch and decide what we want to do next." So, they continued nibbling and sipping on wine as they discussed the exciting possibilities. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 13 John Wayne and Diana Maitland had just finished clearing away the dishes from their lunch on the patio of his friend's beach house. They had decided to undress each other in the main room and then head outside with a soft blanket to lie under the large umbrella on the beach and make love for as long as they wanted. They stood facing each other in front of the large sofa in the main room, and she asked him to take off his jacket because she just loved to watch the sexy way he moved whenever he was removing something off his shoulders. So he slowly shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and he saw her desire deepen in her eyes as she watched him, and he asked her why that turned her on so much. She explained to him that the way he moved when he did it was just so sexy to her, especially when it was a robe and he was naked underneath, and that she had never noticed him move like that in any of his movies. Then she told him she'd better not ever see him do that in any of his future movies; she wanted that move reserved strictly for her. He told her he had never really paid attention to how he removed his jacket or a robe before, and that it must be something about the way she makes him feel that causes him to move like that. He told her if he ever accidentally did it in the future, then it would have to be because he was thinking of her, and he hoped she would forgive him. She smiled and said she'd try as she moved in front of him and started to unbutton his shirt. As she slowly worked her way down his shirt, she leaned forward and planted soft kisses and nuzzled her nose in the dark hair that was lightly spread across his chest as she inhaled his scent. But she had to stop to tug the bottom of his shirt out of his trousers so she could finish unbuttoning it. Then she ran her hands up his stomach and chest and across his shoulders to push his shirt off, the way she'd done to help him finish undressing that first time they saw each other completely naked. Before she started on his pants, he removed his shoes and socks because he felt there was just something totally unsexy about a naked man still wearing socks! Then, he just stood there completely still, staring down at her as she moved her hands to his waist and started to undo his belt buckle; she had to look at what she was doing at first to make sure she knew which way it went, then she looked back up into his eyes. They continued to stare, their eyes burning into each other's, as she unfastened his trousers and started to slowly lower his zipper; it was a little difficult at first because she had to maneuver it over the bulge of his hard, thick cock. When she pushed his trousers over his hips, she just let them fall to his ankles as she stepped back to get of glimpse of him in his underwear. He was wearing a pair of just plain white boxers, but God, did he look sexy standing there in them with his big dick creating that huge bulge in the front! She looked back at his face and moved toward him again and bent down to pick up his trousers as he stepped out of them, and then put her hand on the front of his boxers to stroke his shaft gently a few times as she stood up, and he closed his eyes and groaned deep in his throat. She laid his pants on the couch with his other clothes. Then he opened his eyes and stared into hers as he said, "Now it's my turn," as he motioned for her to turn around, which she did...slowly. Then she turned her head and her upper body slightly to look back over her left shoulder at him while he slowly lowered the zipper on the back of her dress, all the way down to where it ended just above her ass. As the material parted slightly, he could see she was wearing some kind of undergarment that just had several hooks at her waist, which was why she hadn't needed his help with that...she could reach those herself. He couldn't wait to see what the rest of it looked like! She slowly turned back around and stood still while he put his hands on her shoulders to push the straps of her dress over them and down her arms, slowly peeling the dress down the front of her body. The fire in his eyes got hotter when he saw her generous breasts confined in the lacy cups of the bustier, and the way the boning in the bottom of it accentuated her waist at the curve of her hips. He had to kneel in front of her to gently tug the bottom of the dress to pull it the rest of the way down her hips, which gave him a nice view of her panties as her dress slid the rest of the way down her legs. They were also white with lacy inserts at the tops of the high-cut thighs, and the top of the panties ended at the curve of her hips, leaving a small area of her abdomen exposed between there and the bottom of the bustier. While he was kneeling, she placed her hands on his shoulders and steadied herself in her high-heels while she stepped over her dress, which was crumpled around her feet. Then he reached down and picked up her dress and handed it to her so she could lay it over the couch so it wouldn't get wrinkled. When she turned back toward him, he was still on his knees in front of her and he reached up with his arms to wrap them around her hips and lower back to pull her against him and leaned his head on her breasts. Pure desire coursed through her at this submissive position he was in, and her arms automatically came up to cradle his head with her hands. Then, she couldn't resist digging her fingers into his hair on the back of his head and pulling it backward as she bent down to kiss him fiercely. He groaned deeply as she bent over him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth as she gripped the back of his head. Suddenly, she stood up straight, looking down at him, her face a mask of desperate desire and she moaned breathlessly, "God, I need you, big man!" He knew what she needed; she needed him to take control. Her fierce desire for him still made her lose control, but he was getting a little better at maintaining his because he wanted to make her want him and need him and love him so much that she would change her mind about staying with him. He stood up and reached his arms behind her back and unhooked the bustier and pulled it away from her, freeing her beautiful breasts. Then he hooked his fingers in her panties and peeled them down her hips and thighs, and she reached down to pull one leg over her shoe and then flung them aside with her other shoe. Then he pushed his boxers off his hips and down his thighs and stepped out of them when they reached his feet. He stared at her for a few seconds as she stood there completely naked, except for her high-heeled shoes...good God, she looked sexy! Then he handed her the blanket they'd found lying on the couch and he bent down and scooped her up in his arms and waited while she nudged her shoes off her feet. Then he carried her out the open glass door, across the patio, down the few steps to the beach, and over to the large umbrella halfway between the patio and the pounding surf. He set her down and they both spread the blanket and laid it on the soft sand, placing some stones on the corners so the breeze couldn't move it. Since they were already on their knees at opposite sides of the blanket, they both crawled toward each other until they were close enough to rise up on their knees again directly in front of each other. He brought his hands up to her face and stared down at her for a few seconds before he slowly lowered his head to kiss her gently, yet passionately. He parted her lips and thrust his tongue slowly and deeply in and out of her mouth, while she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her head back further, opening her mouth wide to accept his tongue, licking gently at it with her own each time he thrust it into her. He would thrust his tongue into her mouth with the crash of a wave and stroke her tongue a couple times, then his would retreat as another wave built, just to thrust it into her again as it crashed. She got the feeling he was communicating to her through his kiss what he wanted to do to her pussy with his dick. If that was the case, then he was really good at it, because she could just imagine the feeling of his dick stroking her pussy in exactly the same way his tongue was stroking her mouth, and it made her groan deeply as her pussy tingled and flooded with more wetness...she needed him inside her...now! He heard her groan and felt a slight tremor go through her body, and he dragged his mouth from hers to stare down at her; he could see in her eyes and on her face that she needed him inside her...now! He wrapped his left arm around her shoulders as he moved her sideways to his left to lay her down, then moved over her when she straightened and spread her legs. She raised her legs, spreading her opening wide, pleading with her eyes for him to bury his huge dick in her throbbing, wet pussy. He had been listening to the pounding of the surf behind them, and as soon as he heard a wave building, he placed the head of his dick at her wet opening. Then, when he heard it beginning to break, he shoved his hips forward and buried his thick shaft inside her tight softness just as the wave crashed onto the shore. He stayed buried in her through the next several waves, kissing her softly and staring into her eyes as they, once again, thought about and marveled at the feelings of fullness and tightness that kept making them yearn for these moments of entry, over and over and over. It seemed to them that it felt much the same way, as the waves seemed to yearn to return and pound on the shore. But yet, it wasn't that the waves "yearned" to pound the shore, it was strictly a force of nature that made them keep coming back. That was how it felt to them—like some force of nature kept making them need to be joined together. Maybe that was another reason why they both felt so drawn to the ocean—because, like it, they felt driven by some force of nature. As they both stared at each other and listened to the waves, their breathing steadied to the same pace and their hearts pounded to the same beat. He started to thrust in and out of her to the steady, pounding rhythm of the surf; sliding his thick cock out of her soft, wet pussy as a wave was building, then thrusting it back into her deeply as it crashed onto the shore. Then he would pause for a few seconds, buried deeply in her, grinding his hips against hers and kissing her softly as he waited to hear the next wave building, and then do the same thing again. They kept up this same, steady pace for about 20 minutes, both of them just enjoying every slow sensation of their bodies moving together. They almost started to feel that they could keep fucking like this forever and never have to stop, as they'd so often wished they could. The slow and sensuous movements made their bodies almost feel like they were staying just at that point of tingling before an orgasm, but they felt in control of when they wanted to cum. Suddenly, that force of nature in them stepped in and made their bodies want to orgasm; so he lifted up fully on his hands and slammed his hips downward into hers, just as she was driving hers upward. They both started to cum immediately and yelled in the same loud tone that echoed off the rocks on either side of the beach, as they kept pounding into each other. Then they both arched their backs and kept their hips locked together as waves of pleasure coursed through their bodies, until the throbs of pleasure between their legs finally abated. He nearly collapsed on top of her, but rolled over onto his back to her right side instead, hating to pull his dick out of her so fast, and they were both breathing heavily. This orgasm seemed more powerful than any he'd experienced with her so far...how the hell was this possible? And why the hell wouldn't she consider staying with him when they seemed so right for each other? How the hell was he going to survive without her? How the hell could he survive WITH her if they continued to fuck like this?!! There were too many questions swirling through his mind that he couldn't answer at that moment, and the only thoughts he kept coming back to were that he loved her, he wanted her and he needed her. He felt around with his left hand to find her right arm and followed it up onto her stomach to clutch her right hand tightly. When he rolled off of her, she nearly cried out at the sudden withdrawal of his cock from inside her; she knew he was the only man who would ever make her feel like a completely fulfilled woman just by making love to her. God, how she wished they could spend the rest of their lives just doing this every day...but she knew it wasn't possible. The harsh realities of life would always intrude to take away her beautiful dreams and fantasies of him that, for now, had managed to come true for her for just a little while. So she had to make this weekend last as long as possible, because he was making this the most incredible experience of her life and she wanted to relish and remember every second of it. When he grabbed her right hand with his left one, it felt as if he was clutching onto her like a lifeline. She quickly turned her head to look at him, and saw that his eyes were closed and he was trying to get his breathing back to normal, taking slow deep breaths and trying to exhale just as slowly. Her breathing was just about normal again, so she extricated her right hand from his left and raised her right arm as she rolled toward him and propped her head on her hand to look at him as she placed her left hand in his, and she asked him, "Are you OK? Are you going to survive?" He opened his eyes and looked directly at her with a deadly serious face, as he exhaled heavily, frowned and said, "I don't know, little girl. Right now, I really don't know." Then he took a deep breath and raised his brows as he said, "But I'm not about to let that worry me right now, either." He said that because he saw her start to frown worriedly, seeming to pick up on exactly what he meant when he said he didn't know if he would survive—meaning either with or without her. He slowly smiled at her and raised his left hand with hers in it, bringing her hand to his lips to kiss the backs of her fingers softly, then slowly turned it over to place a lingering kiss in her palm. He felt relieved when she finally smiled back at him; he would have to be more careful of what he said to her about his fears because he knew she had plenty of her own. She knew exactly what he meant when he said he wasn't sure if he was going to survive—he meant her. She knew he loved her, wanted her and needed her and was afraid he wouldn't be able to let her go, but was also afraid what would happen if she stayed and they continued to go at each other like this all the time! Could a person actually die from loving someone too much?!! Could they end up killing each other? Death by sex...it had happened before! She'd read stories about people, usually older men, who would die from having a heart attack or stroke during sex... God, she would die with him if that happened while he was fucking her! These thoughts scared her, but when he smiled at her and kissed her fingers and palm, she knew he was not going to let her worry about that right now, so she smiled back. He let go of her hand and raised his left arm to roll onto his side facing her and propped his head on his hand, just like she was, and they looked at each other for a moment. Then he put his right hand on her face and neck, stroking her cheek with his thumb, and said, "I think I've figured out another reason why we can't seem to get enough of each other." When she raised her eyebrows slightly, he glanced toward the water as he continued, "We both love the ocean for basically the same reason, because of it's beauty and power...it's like why the waves keep coming back to the shore over and over and over...and it's why I keep needing to feel my cock inside you again, and again...it's like..." "A force of nature?" she finished for him, with her eyes opened wide. She was almost shaking from the realization that he had thought exactly the same thing as she. She already believed they were connected, but this was like...magic...like they were... "Yes...just like that..." he said quietly, as he frowned in shock that they continually seemed to think exactly alike. Then he felt almost stunned as he realized that they were, indeed, connected in some...magical way...like they were... Soul mates. They both heard the words as they thought them at the same time, almost as if they had spoken them out loud. They just stared at each other with the same stunned expressions on their faces for a few seconds. Then they both started to lean slowly toward each other as they stared into each other's eyes and, just before their lips touched, they hesitated for a second and they both whispered, "Soul mates." The kiss was very tender at first, as they continued to look into each other's eyes, then they closed their eyes and deepened the kiss; he kept his right hand on her face and neck and leaned over her, forcing her to lay back, and she wrapped her arms around his body. They both had that same feeling of melting into each other, like the first time they had kissed in the elevator at the hotel. Their souls had known, even then, that they had found their other half...hearts and brains are just slower to pick up on these things. As they slowly ended the kiss and he lifted his head to look at her, he rumbled in his deep, sexy voice, "Well, that explains a lot, don't you think?" She smiled softly and nodded in agreement. "I guess that explains why you fell in love with me the first time you saw one of my movies, and why I had such a physical reaction to you the first moment I saw you. Did I tell you that I actually felt like someone had punched me in the gut the second you walked in the door to your boss' office?" She shook her head no. "Well, I did...the lust didn't come until several moments later after I had been staring you up and down since you weren't looking at me. Did you see the expression on my face when you finally looked at me?" She grinned and nodded yes, and said with a slight laugh, "I thought you looked like you had been 'startled'...like something had scared the hell of you, but I couldn't possibly imagine at that point what would have made you look like that! But let me see if I can figure out now...let's see... you pictured us naked, you picking me up and me wrapping my legs around you as you lowered me onto your big, throbbing cock...am I close?" He grinned slowly, then raised his eyebrows over his smoldering eyes as he nodded yes, and then said, "It actually did scare me to be so attracted to a woman so quickly that I felt almost out of control." Then she asked a question that she hoped wouldn't make him angry, but she needed to know the truth and hoped he would tell her. She raised her eyebrows and asked quietly, "You mean, that didn't happen with Marlene?" His eyes opened wide as he stared at her for a few seconds, then stammered, "What...how did you...why would you want to know anything about her?" he asked cautiously, knowing the rumors had flown around about the two of them during their relationship. He needed to know why she was asking him about this. She swallowed and said nervously, "Well, I read so many different things that were written about the two of you, and one of them said that a friend of yours had described your relationship with her like you two were...soul mates." He closed his eyes and sat up, bending his knees to prop his forearms on them as he looked downward and just shook his head. She sat up beside him and continued, "I knew the rumors about a relationship were true, but I didn't know whether to believe you were soul mates...I need to hear from you if that was true...please tell me the truth." He glanced at her with a frown on his face, as he usually disliked telling anyone anything personal about his relationships with anyone he cared about; but she was different, she knew him and understood him like no one else before ever had, including Marlene. She deserved to know the truth, at least the truth as he had perceived it at the time of his relationship with Marlene, but which he had discovered over the years since was not what he had built it up to be. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 13 He looked out at the water as he started, "No, I did not have the same reaction to Marlene as I did with you. Marlene seemed to be the female counterpart of who I am now at that time; powerful and sexy. I had seen her around the studio a few times and thought she was a very alluring woman, but that didn't make me instantly imagine fucking her. She came on to me the first time I met her in a way no other woman ever had, and she caught me by surprise; I liked knowing that a woman, who knew what she wanted, wanted me. This happened during the last few years of my first marriage when I had realized that the marriage was over; my wife had basically been ignoring me because she said I embarrassed her in public in various ways. So, I just let myself believe that we were already divorced and I was free to do whatever I wanted with Marlene." He glanced briefly at her to see how she was reacting so far; she had a slight frown on her face, but didn't look upset, so he looked back to the water and continued, "She was similar to you; beautiful, smart, funny, sexy, and we shared a lot of common interests. The business of making movies, outdoor sports like fishing, hunting, and sailing...and the sex was the best I'd ever had...until now..." He looked at her as he told her the rest, "I loved Marlene; I thought at the time that she and I could've been soul mates, but things just didn't work out and we parted amicably, and have seen each other a few times since, as good friends and I still care about her." He saw her take a deep breath and exhale raggedly, like she was trying to keep her emotions under control. He lowered his knees and folded his legs to sit "Indian style," then reached over and grasped her under her arms to pull her into his lap, cradled against his chest with her head leaning against his right shoulder, looking up at him. He wrapped his arms around her as he finished explaining to her what he had discovered. "I thought that she was the only woman who would ever come close to being my soul mate, and since things didn't work out for us, I gave up looking for a soul mate. I stuck to my usual pattern of marrying strong-willed Hispanic women, who are completely wrong for me, but who seem to make my life interesting for a while. I've discovered that what I felt for Marlene paled in comparison to how I feel for you. And now, here you are...my true soul mate...and you keep telling me that things would never work out for us...so what the hell am I supposed to do? You are my last hope for true happiness, little girl, even if it is only for this weekend." He saw tears start to come into her eyes, and he couldn't have that right now, so he shook his head slowly as he looked at her with passion in his eyes and said in his sexy rumble, "You owe me a lifetime's worth of happiness, so how do you intend to pay up next?" She blinked her eyes to make the tears go away as she took a deep breath, and said, "I don't know! I can't think straight at the moment; too many emotions are clouding my brain because my heart and soul are trying to take it over and I need to think about some things." He looked at her and raised his eyebrows and said, "Remember you promised me that you would discuss this with me when it came up! So, you have to talk to me about this. Why don't we go for a quick swim while you tell me what has your brain so confused right now?" She nodded, and then he warned her, "This will probably have to be a really quick dip because the water is usually pretty chilly this time of year, OK?" She smiled and said OK. They got up and headed down to the edge of the water where the waves were washing up; the sun was really warm and the wet sand felt cool under their feet, and the water that washed up to their ankles felt chilly, but not as cold as they expected. She looked at him and said, "You know, there's really only one way to do this properly..." He grinned at her as he grabbed her hand and they started running toward the surf and dove into the first wave that came at them when they were out deep enough. The chilly water instantly turned her nipples to rocks and caused him some major shrinkage. When they came up for air beside each other, she shrieked and he laughed and said, "I told you it was chilly! Come here so we can try to keep each other from getting too cold." They were out just beyond where the waves were breaking, gentle swells were rolling past them, and it was just deep enough that she had to float up with the passing swells but she could touch the bottom in the troughs. She moved in front of him and placed her arms over his shoulders for support and he wrapped his arms around her, since the deepest part of the waves only came up to his neck while his feet were still standing on the bottom. Then he looked at her and said, "Now, has your brained cleared enough to think straight about what's bothering you?" She frowned and said, "If I were to let my heart and soul win out at this point, I would agree to stay with you. But I just know there are things that will come up in the future that will taint what we share now, and the thought of that scares me so badly that I don't want to think about it. The way I feel about you right now is how I want to feel for the rest of my life, and I don't know if that can last if I stay with you. I don't know if we could continue to make each other happy, and it would kill me if I ended up treating you like your wives did! I don't want to get into any further discussion of this right now. You told me I owe you a lifetime's worth of happiness and wanted to know how I was going to pay up next, and as soon as we get out of this cold water, I'll tell you!" as she crushed her mouth to his and wrapped her legs around his waist, crushing her breasts against his chest. He kissed her back hard, groaning as he felt her hard nipples crushed against his chest. He had been about to bring up all kinds of arguments for and against what she had told him, and she must have seen that because she changed the subject on him so quickly. Then he was almost knocked off balance by a slightly larger wave that came by them. They broke the kiss and saw the desire building in both their eyes and, without saying anything, they released each other and started to head in, swimming and body surfing the waves until they could stand up in the shallower water. Then he took her hand and pulled her over to an area of the rocks where he knew there was a perfect place for them to recline against the warm rocks to help take the chill out of their bodies. He lifted her up to sit on a slight ledge, putting her at eye level with him, as he just stayed between her legs, leaning on the ledge, kissing her as the sun, the rocks and their desire started to warm their bodies. Unbeknownst to them, they were being watched. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 14 John Wayne's friend, the owner of the beach house who had offered to let Wayne stay there because he was supposed to go out of town this weekend, returned to his house because his travel plans had been cancelled. He hadn't known if the Duke was going to take him up on the offer or not because he didn't say so one way or the other, but it hadn't mattered to him because he wasn't going to be there anyway...or so he thought. He was glad when he pulled up to the house and saw Duke's car parked in the drive; he looked forward to seeing Duke and thought they could just relax and get drunk or maybe call some of their other buddies and play some cards or something, since they hadn't done that in a while. When he walked into the house, he started to call for the Duke until he walked into the main room and glanced around and saw clothes on the couch...a man's suit (presumably Duke's)...and a woman's dress...and lingerie and underwear scattered on the floor! Holy shit...Duke had a woman here and they were obviously naked...somewhere! He wondered if it was anyone he knew...probably not. He didn't hear any sounds coming from inside the house and then he noticed that one of the glass doors out to the patio was open and he thought he heard the faint sound of a woman's shriek coming from outside. As he looked out the door to the beach, he saw a blanket laying under the umbrella, then his eyes looked toward the surf and he saw two heads out in the water, close together and bobbing slightly in the swells just beyond the breaking surf. He could tell one of them was Duke and the other one appeared to be a blonde woman, who had her arms around Duke's neck and he was obviously holding her very close. It looked like she was talking to him, then she started to kiss him, very passionately, and after a minute or so, they parted and started to work their way toward shore, body surfing the waves. When they reached the shallower water, they stood up and, sure enough, they were completely naked! Duke's friend moved to the side of the glass doors where some curtains were hanging and hid himself behind the curtains to watch. He knew this was wrong...he shouldn't be intruding on Duke's privacy this way...but it was HIS house after all, and his curiosity about the woman with the Duke had gotten to him...especially when he saw her naked! Good God, she was a shapely little thing, and she looked young enough to be the Duke's daughter...no wonder he had the hots for her! She had huge tits and he knew how much Duke liked big tits on women...he'd caught him staring at many a woman's generous cleavage and when he called him on it...Duke would just grin and say he couldn't help it...he loved big tits! Yeah, he could see why the Duke was so attracted to this...girl. He'd stared so at the girl, watching her tits bounce, as they had run up the beach and over to the rocks that he hadn't paid attention to the fact that Duke was naked too, and he hadn't even glimpsed at his dick...he'd always been kind of curious to know if the Duke was well hung. He'd gotten the idea over the years, from things Duke had let slip when he was drunk at times, that made it sound like he was disappointed sometimes because some women "just couldn't handle him in bed." He had thought most of the time that Duke meant they just couldn't keep up with his sexual appetite; but one time, he thought he'd heard him say something about some woman who was "just too tight for him," and he started to think maybe it was because he had a bigger than average dick...but he knew better than to ask the Duke about that! He watched them as Duke lifted the girl onto a rock ledge while he stayed in front of her between her legs, leaning on the ledge, and started kissing her again, tenderly at first, then more passionately. With the angle they were at, he couldn't see anything of the Duke except part of his left side and most of his back, and he could only see the side of the girl's right breast as it was crushed against Duke's chest as they kissed. As he continued to watch their passion increase, Duke started to move his lips down the girl's left cheek to her neck and shoulder as she leaned her head back and to the side, directly toward where he was hiding, to give Duke more access. The look on the girl's face had the heat rising in him; he had never seen such a look of desire on a woman's face before...damn, the Duke must really know what he's doing...he was impressed! Then he started to feel his own dick stirring in his pants as he watched Duke move his head down, kissing the girl's chest and bringing his hands up from her waist to cup her breasts, then moved his mouth, first to her left breast (which he couldn't see...damn it!), then to her right breast. His dick twitched as he saw Duke lick her right nipple several times, then sucked it into his mouth, making the girl arch her back, and he heard her moan loudly. Oh shit...this was getting good...he knew he should turn around, walk out the door and leave...but some little devilish voice kept telling him to stay and watch...and his curiosity about finding out who this girl was made him want to stay, too. He almost couldn't believe what he saw happening next...Duke continued to kiss his way down the girl's body until he was kneeling in front of her as she put her feet on his shoulders, and spread her legs wider...oh good God! She was going to let the Duke eat her pussy! His dick instantly went hard as soon he saw the look on her face when Duke's head started moving in a way that was obvious he was licking up and down her pussy. Damn it, he couldn't really see anything other than her gorgeous tits; her body was angled so that her thigh blocked any view of her pussy, he could only see the movements of Duke's head and his left hand, which he was obviously using to finger fuck her while he licked her. He started to feel envious of the Duke; he hadn't tasted pussy in a long time! After just a few minutes of Duke licking her pussy, she obviously had an orgasm; her back arched again, her hands grabbed the rocks on either side of her and her hips started to gyrate as she loudly groaned, "Oh God...yes, big man! Oh, I love how you lick my pussy!" His dick throbbed...damn, this girl was hot...where the hell did the Duke find her...Hollywood Boulevard? NO, NO, NO...he knew Duke would never need to look for a woman there! She must be some little starlet who is trying to impress him and make him want her badly enough to get her into a movie...or become his next wife! If she could keep this act up, she had a damn good chance at making either one, or both, happen. When it looked like her orgasm had faded, Duke stood up and leaned toward the girl and put his hands on either side of her face and kissed her deeply...the girl could probably taste her own pussy on his mouth! But, she obviously enjoyed it because she was kissing him back just as deeply. When they stopped kissing he could see them talking quietly, but he couldn't hear what they were saying. Then Duke lifted the girl down from the rock ledge and scooped her up in his arms then turned around to carry her over to the blanket. He finally had a view of the front of the Duke's body. Good God...the man was huge! Even though he was not fully hard, he looked almost as big around as the business end of a baseball bat! When they got to the blanket, he knelt and laid the girl down and started to kiss her again while leaning over her. He saw the girl reach down and move her hand and arm like she was stroking the Duke's big dick, obviously trying to help him get fully hard. He saw Duke lift his head from kissing her and she said something to him, and he dipped his head and kissed her again quickly, then rolled over onto his back as she sat up and moved next to his right hip. Then she leaned her head down as she grasped the Duke's thick cock, and she started to lick her tongue up his shaft like she was licking a lollipop! He almost came in his pants watching her; she stared at Duke as she was licking him with hottest look of lust he had ever seen on a woman's face—she obviously wanted him bad! It didn't take very long for her to make the Duke's dick fully hard. She paused a few times in her licking to wrap her lips around the huge head of his dick and move her head up and down slightly, rubbing her lips over the ridge of his head, and he heard Duke groan loudly a couple times. Then she stopped and said something to him with a look of need on her face, and Duke sat up then moved to his knees as she moved onto her hands and knees...and he caught a brief glimpse of her pussy as she was bent over before the Duke moved behind her and blocked his view. Shit...this girl wanted to be fucked from behind! He had always thought this was one of the hottest and dirtiest positions to be in when fucking a woman, but he had found only a couple women who would do it that way. But this girl obviously liked it...and the fact that she could fit the Duke's big dick in her pussy must be something of a feat for her! He could only watch from behind as Duke's hips and ass flexed, as he appeared to be slowly sliding his big rod in and out of this...little girl. She was so small that she was almost completely hidden from his view by the Duke's big body...he definitely was a big man...in every way, it seemed! As he watched Duke fucking the girl from behind, he started to admire the big man's technique...he had some really interesting movements going on that he could almost imagine how it must feel for the girl. It looked like he was almost "rolling" his hips slightly, which, if the girl was moving her hips in rhythm with his, then she would be getting some pretty deep penetration and really feeling the movement of his cock in and out of her. He heard the girl's voice as she started to moan loudly, saying..."Yes...yes...yes...!" Then, "Oh, God...here it comes! Aaaaahhhhhh...!" She continued to wail loudly. Damn...the Duke made her cum again! He kept pumping in and out of her in that same "rolling" stroke while she came, and her orgasm seemed to last longer than her first one when he had licked and fingered her pussy. He saw Duke finally slow his movements, then stop and back away from her slightly, still holding her hips to support her. Then he leaned forward and grasped her shoulders and helped her straighten up on her knees, then sat back on his lower legs and pulled her to lean back on his thighs slightly with her back against his chest for a moment. He thought that the Duke must have cum, too, and that they were done. Then he saw him grasp her upper arms as he lifted up on his knees again, and helped her move onto her knees and turned her around to Duke's left side facing him. He got another good, closer view of the front of the girl's body, especially her pussy; she was a true blonde! The hair on her pussy was the same golden color as on her head, now that it was starting to dry from their swim a little while ago. Then Duke turned toward her so that they were both in profile to him; Duke's dick was still hard...he hadn't cum yet! Holy shit...how the hell was he staying hard so long at his age? Did it have something to do with this girl? He looked at her again; she was definitely a hot little thing, and her face was pretty enough, but she wasn't what you'd call "drop-dead" gorgeous. Then he saw Duke do something that he'd seen him do to only one other woman before; he put both his hands on either side of the girls neck and face and stroked her cheeks with his thumbs. That's when he knew...the Duke was in love with this girl! The only other woman he'd seen Duke make that gesture to was Marlene, and that was only after they'd been seeing each other for a while. How long has he known this girl? Then Duke bent his head down and kissed the girl more tenderly than he'd ever seen him kiss any woman, even more so than in any of his movie scenes...he must have it bad for her! Then he deepened the kiss as he wrapped his arms around the girl and moved to lay her down so that their heads were toward his vantage point, and continued to kiss her with increasing passion. Then Duke placed himself between her legs and raised himself up on his hands while she bent her legs and used her feet to angle her hips upward slightly, and he had a perfect view down between their bodies as she reached down to position Duke's huge cock at her pussy. As they stared straight into each other's faces, he watched as the Duke started to slowly slide his thick shaft inside this girl...it was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. He saw Duke lift his head and look straight toward him, and he almost jumped, but then Duke closed his eyes, and he couldn't get over the look on his face; the man looked like he was drowning in desire. And the girl was reacting the same way; her back was arched with her head bent upward, and her face had the same mask of desperate desire as the Duke's...she most definitely was not too tight for him and could handle him just fine! He'd seen a few "porno" flicks before, and he knew the difference between fake lust and true desire...and he could tell that this girl wasn't faking it; she desired him like no other woman he'd ever seen the Duke with before... even Marlene, and she was a very sensual woman. As they started to move together, he thought it was the most sensuous, beautiful, and erotic act he had ever seen, and that it was the closest thing he ever imagined that could be called "making love." They moved perfectly together; they seemed to both know how the other one wanted to be kissed; their hips moved perfectly in sync; sometimes the Duke would lay mostly on top of her, thrusting slowly and softly kissing her; then he would raise up and push himself harder and deeper into her. It was during those times that he got his best views of Duke's big dick thrusting in and out of her, and it had him stroking his hand up and down his hard dick on the front of his pants. He was about to cum himself; he didn't think he'd be able to hold out as long as the Duke was...and he wasn't the one fucking the girl! Then he saw the two of them almost, literally, wrap themselves around each other. The girl lifted her legs and wrapped them completely around Duke's waist while her arms wrapped over his shoulders; he shoved his arms up under her back and shoulders as his hips started to pound into hers. The Duke's head lifted up from being buried on her shoulder as his face contorted into a mask of almost painful pleasure with a deep grimace, as he growled loudly through his gritted teeth; and the girl was moaning loudly, then he heard her say, "God, I love you, big man!" Then Duke's back arched and his hips bucked hard into her a couple times, then he was still with a look of pure pleasure on his face...it was obvious that they both came this time. He almost made it a three-way orgasm, but he stopped himself at the last second because he started to feel guilty...and dirty...that he was intruding into something so personal to his good friend. But he still needed to find out who this girl was and what, exactly, she meant to the Duke. He moved away from the curtains and went into the kitchen to get a drink of water and try to calm down after what he had just witnessed and felt. He didn't realize that he had been watching them for nearly 30 minutes! John Wayne and Diana Maitland lay next to each other on the blanket under the umbrella, holding hands as their breathing returned to normal. He let go of her hand, and then rolled on his side to look down at her flushed face; her deep rose-colored lips and the lighter tinge of rose on her cheeks and down her neck. Her lover's blush...he would never get over how beautiful she looks every time he makes love to her, and he wanted to memorize every detail. She opened her eyes and looked up at him and smiled shyly, and his heart almost stopped...she seemed to have no idea how beautiful she was! He rumbled softly, "Do you have any idea just how beautiful you are?" Her eyes darkened with passion and she smiled a little more, and said, "I feel beautiful when you're looking at me like that. Do you have any idea just how handsome and sexy you are?" she asked, as she reached her hand up to stroke his cheek. He half smiled and continued to stare at her with a mixture of emotions in his eyes; she could see the fire of his love and desire for her, but there also seemed to be a bit of sadness lurking behind the flames. She knew what was causing it and she felt a lump form in her throat, because she knew she couldn't make his sadness go away by telling him what he wanted to hear. She needed to take his mind off of that subject, so she said, "I feel a little sticky from the salt water and sweaty from the sex. Is there somewhere I can rinse off?" He told her there was an outdoor shower up on the patio that they could use, and that he would go into the house and get them some towels. He leaned down and kissed her softly, then got up and helped her to her feet, then showed her where the shower was over to the side of the patio when they walked up onto it. He told her he'd be back in a few minutes and then headed into the house and went straight upstairs to one of the bathrooms, went to the toilet for a moment to piss and wiped the wetness from his crotch with some toilet paper, then grabbed a couple towels and headed back downstairs. As he was headed toward the main room to go back out to the patio, he heard a cough come from the kitchen doorway, and his head snapped to the right toward the sound just as he heard his friend say, "Hey Duke!" Wayne stopped dead in his tracks and jerked slightly to realize that his friend was there...but he was supposed to be out of town! He looked at the man in shock and said, "What the hell are you doing here?!! You said you'd be out of town this weekend!" His friend explained that his travel plans had been cancelled, so he had to come home, and he didn't know that he was going to be there because he'd never said one way or the other. Then Wayne noticed his friend glance downward toward his crotch and he remembered he was standing in front of the man completely naked! He brought the towels down in front of his crotch, then took the top one and shook it open to wrap it around his hips as he glowered at his friend and said, "How long have you been here?" "Just a few minutes," his friend said nervously, as he fibbed slightly. Wayne frowned, and asked quietly, "Did you see anything?" His friend cleared his throat, then said cautiously, "Enough to know not to announce myself at that particular moment..." "Shit!" Wayne whispered through his teeth as his gut twisted in irritation at his friend, even though he knew it wasn't exactly his friend's fault that he'd caught them together. He glowered at the man again, not quite sure what to say. Then his friend asked and commented, "Who is she, Duke? How long have you known her? Damn, she's a hot little thing...!" He was cut off when the Duke strode over to him quickly and grabbed the front of his shirt, lifting him up slightly and bringing them almost face to face with a menacing look in Duke's eyes as he stared down at him. "Don't you say another word! If you value our friendship, and your life, you will keep your goddamn mouth shut about her...do you understand me?" Wayne quietly growled as he stared fiercely down into his friend's face. He saw his friend's eyes widen as he realized how deadly serious he was and nodded his head that he understood. So, he slowly released his grip on the man's shirt and backed away from him a couple feet, and took a deep breath, then exhaled raggedly trying to calm his sudden surge of anger. His friend took a deep breath, too, as he stared at him almost in shock at the Duke's reaction to his comment about the girl...man...he was really serious about her! He spoke quietly, "I'm really sorry, Duke, I had kind of figured you had a thing for her, but I didn't realize just how much you loved her!" Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 14 Wayne frowned at him, and said, "What do you mean you 'figured I had a thing for her...' how the hell would you know? You've never seen me with her before! Just how the hell long have you been here and just how much did you see?" Oh shit...he'd just slipped and told Duke he'd seen more than he first let on. He stammered as he tried to figure out what to say. "I...I saw...I saw you...do that thing...with her...like you used to do...with Marlene." Duke asked him what "thing," so he explained, "You know, the thing with your hands on her face...and stroking her cheeks with your thumbs...when you were looking at her just before you kissed her. Marlene was the only other woman I ever saw you do that to, so I kind of figured that you must feel for her like you did for Marlene...am I wrong?" he asked curiously. Wayne sighed heavily, as he moved to sit in a chair outside the kitchen door next to his friend, not even realizing at first from what he said, that his friend had probably watched him fucking Diana. He said quietly, "No, you're not wrong...but what I felt for Marlene was nothing compared to what I feel for her," as he glanced toward the open door leading out to the patio, where they could just barely hear her humming softly over the running shower. Then, what his friend had said about seeing him put his hands on Diana's face to stroke her cheeks with his thumbs before he kissed her, registered in his brain that he'd done that just before the last time he fucked her. He looked up at his friend with a frown and asked quietly, "Just how much did you watch after I kissed her?!!" The look on his friend's face told him he'd seen it all. He frowned harder at the man, then whispered fiercely, "Why...?!!! How could you do that to me?!!!" His friend swallowed hard, he had to tell him the truth; "I couldn't help it, Duke, I was riveted, it was so...it was the most...sensuous...beautiful...erotic...thing I had ever seen..." He had started with a look of fear and sincere regret on his face, but as he ended, he was looking at the Duke in awe. Duke was staring at him with a mixture of anger and confusion, and he was scared that he had just jeopardized their friendship. Wayne was pissed as hell at his friend; how dare he intrude on them like that! But when his friend described how it had looked to him, he instantly visualized it and realized that, if he had accidentally walked up on a scene like that, he wasn't sure he would've been able to turn away, either. He glowered at his friend as he growled quietly, "I wish you'd had a better sense of decency, but I won't kill you for that unless you ever mention it again." His friend looked a little relieved then asked him how long he'd known her, and when he told him he just met her 24 hours ago, his friend was speechless, just staring at him in shock again. He shook his head slowly as he started to pour all his fear and frustration into trying to explain to his friend how confused and scared he was. "I know...I know...it's crazy. I don't know why fate picked this moment of my life to throw my true soul mate at me, in the form of a woman almost young enough to be my daughter, and who has agreed to stay with me only for this weekend because she says she would never be able to survive a life with me! And now, I don't know if I'm going to be able to survive a life without her!" His voice was strained, and he leaned forward in the chair to prop his elbows on his knees, and rested his forehead on his hands as he stared at the floor, trying to keep his emotions in check. He'd never felt the need to explain anything about his feelings for a woman to any of his friends before, and it was starting to make him feel uncomfortable, thinking his friend was going ridicule him for this. He had never seen the Duke look and sound so distraught before, and he knew this was something that he couldn't help him with, other than to provide support to his friend if he needed it. He put his hand on Duke's shoulder and said, "Damn, Duke, I don't know what to say. I've never been that lucky to feel as strongly about a woman as you obviously do for her. If fate had ever seen fit to throw a soul mate my way, I would probably have done exactly the same as you...grab onto her and make it last as long as possible...hoping for it to last forever and never take it for granted. But even if it had turned out to be only for a weekend, I'd at least have had some great memories and dreams to carry me through the rest of my life...they'd sure be better than the memories I have now..." His voice drifted off as he stared over Duke's head and started to feel regret that he'd never found someone to love that much. Wayne took a deep breath and exhaled slowly when his friend's voice drifted off. His friend had said he didn't know what to say, but what he did say reminded Wayne that it was the same things he'd been trying to convince himself of ever since he'd realized how much he loved her...his friend was wiser than he'd given him credit for. He patted his friend's hand on his shoulder to get him to move it as he stood up to face him, then he looked at his friend seriously and said, "You said just what I needed to hear, thanks. Now, I need you to get out of here before she gets out of that shower and discovers you here, because I know it would drive her away. She agreed to this weekend only on the condition that no one would ever find out so she could preserve her anonymity. So, if I ever hear that you breathed a word about ANY of this to ANYONE..." He looked at his friend as if to warn him of the dire consequences he would face if he ever told anyone, and his friend shook his head solemnly with a look that told him he was vowing to keep this secret. Then his friend said, "But, this is my house...where am I supposed to go for tonight?" Wayne thought for a moment then went over to the couch to get his keys out of his pants pocket, and said, "Here, I'll give you the key to my room at the hotel and you can stay there, or you can go to the marina and stay on my boat...which would you prefer?" His friend said he would prefer to stay on the boat, so Wayne gave him his keys to the boat; then he had another great idea. He asked his friend to take the boat out in the morning and bring it here around 10:00 and anchor offshore then come in on the small rubber outboard boat, leave it on the beach and hide somewhere outside until he took Diana out to the boat. Then he could just hang around the house until they got back...he just wanted to take her out for a while, so he'd have another memory of her...on his boat. His friend smiled and said, "Sure, Duke, no problem." Then they shook hands and he headed toward the front door, just as they heard the shower outside shut off. Wayne looked at him and motioned with his arms for him to hurry and get out, then headed out the open patio door, closing it behind him. He hurried over to the shower and laid the towels aside to open the wooden shower door and walk in just as she was reaching for the door to open it and walk out, and she jumped, not expecting him to be there. "Oh! There you are!" she exclaimed. "I was beginning to wonder what happened to you...where did you disappear to?" she asked with a slight frown on her face, as he backed her into the shower, closing the door and turning it back on quickly so she couldn't hear the sound of his friend's car leaving from the front of the house. Then he said, "I...had to go to the bathroom and it took a little longer than I expected." That seemed like a logical explanation to him, and it seemed that she believed it, so he relaxed and stepped under the shower to rinse the sweat and salt water residue from his body. She sat on a corner bench seat and just watched him, with a soft smile on her lips and glowing embers in her eyes as she gazed up and down his body. It still amazed him how much she desired him, and every time he saw her looking at him like that, it made his loins tingle, though that was all it could do at the moment. He turned the shower off and opened the door, then held his hand out to her to help her stand and led her out of the shower, then handed her a towel and they both dried themselves. Then she wrapped the towel around her body under her arms and tucked it closed, so he wrapped his towel around his hips, like he'd done when his friend caught him by surprise. As they looked at each other, they smiled sexily, both of them liking the way the other looked in nothing but a towel. Then, she asked him to tell her where the bathroom was because she needed to go; he told her where to find it and then told her he would pour them some glasses of wine and they could relax for a little bit on the patio in the double chaise lounge. She smiled and nodded her agreement, so they turned and went inside and paused at the door to the kitchen to kiss softly, then he went into the kitchen and she headed upstairs to the bathroom. While in there, she found a comb on the vanity and used it to get a few tangles out of her wet hair before they got worse, and then combed all of her hair smooth. He rinsed the glasses they had used earlier at lunch and poured what was left of the white wine into them and carried them out to the patio. Then he went back inside to get a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket, then back out to the patio and settled himself on the large, comfortable double chaise and lit a cigarette while he waited for her. She joined him a few minutes later, and as he handed her a glass of wine when she had settled herself beside him, he proposed another toast, "To a weekend that just seems to get better and better...," he said softly in his deep, sexy voice. She smiled and whispered "yes" as they clinked their glasses then drank some wine. Though he felt he had loved her forever, he knew there was still so much about her that he didn't know, and he wanted to know everything. He figured he should just start at the beginning, so he said, "I want to know everything about you...tell me what you were like as a little girl and growing up...please?" he pleaded when he saw her expression of disbelief. She smiled and reluctantly agreed, asking him for a cigarette to help calm her nerves so she could reveal more of her confusing, emotional childhood and adolescence to him. She knew, once she told him about all this, it was going to make her have to reveal more of the emotional turmoil she felt about what was happening between them, and why she was so scared and convinced she could not have a life with him. He looked surprised, but handed her a cigarette and held the lighter as she lit it. He noticed her hand was shaking slightly and wondered why she was so nervous. She started talking slowly, and stopped every so often to drag on the cigarette or take a drink of wine. Her voice stayed mostly even, but occasionally, he would hear a slight tremor in it when she would talk about something painful. This was what she revealed to him: She was the "baby" of her family, born almost 10 years after her last brother, and her father almost spoiled her the way he doted on her. Her mother had been forced into the role of disciplinarian with her, but, even so, she always knew her mother loved her as much as she did everyone else. She wasn't that close to her brothers, mostly because they were all so much older than she, but she was very close to her sister, because her sister was 17 years older and had always been more like a second mother to her. She was closer in age to most of her nieces and nephew, and by the time she was 6 years old, she grew up pretty much as an only child. Even though her parents had always made her feel loved and repeatedly told her that she was pretty and smart, she never really believed them, because most of the kids in her neighborhood always teased her and picked on her because she was one of the youngest and smallest in the neighborhood. She took that very personally; she had always felt, as a young girl, that other people's opinions of her mattered more than her own family's, so she went through most of her childhood and adolescence with very low self-esteem. She had only one true friend when she was growing up, who lived across the street from her so they were able to spend a lot of time together, for which she was really thankful. Her best friend Lynn was the only person, outside of her family, that made her feel like she was a worthwhile human being. Lynn was over a year older and a grade higher in school, and was smarter, prettier, and taller and skinnier than she, and always seemed to attract the attention of more boys than she did. She was a little envious of that, and when her body blossomed to a shapelier figure than her friend Lynn's just before she was 13, she started to use that as her way to attract the attention of boys by dressing to show off her figure. It worked, but boys were only attracted to her because of her body, and when she wouldn't put out for them, they quickly lost interest. She never seemed to be able to attract any boy who was interested in her as a person; they just wanted to see how far they could get with her when making out. She told Lynn a few years later how upset she was because of this, and Lynn had tried to reassure her that someday, some guy would come along and realize what a wonderful person she was. But Lynn also told her that she wasn't doing herself justice by trying to attract boys with her body and that she needed to relax and just be who she was. The problem with that was, she had no idea who she was. Not long after that was when she saw her first one of his movies and she was hooked on him. She told Lynn how watching him had made her feel, and she was shocked when Lynn told her she didn't understand what she saw in him. They stayed friends through her junior year in high school, even though she couldn't share her infatuation for him with Lynn; then Lynn graduated and went off to college and they just drifted away from each other, which still saddened her at times. Her senior year of high school was just OK because she didn't have any other true friends, so she had filled the void by doing plays and musicals and going to see as many of his movies as she could...and falling harder and harder for him. That was the main reason why she'd had the impulse to move out here and try to get into the business—just for the chance to meet him. Her family had disapproved even though they thought she was talented because they were afraid that it would crush her if she wasn't able to make it as a big star. They told her if she intended to go through with it, then she would have to figure out how to come up with the money to pay her way to move all the way across the country. So she found a job working as a secretary in the office of one of the many industrial plants in her hometown and moonlighted as a waitress in a nice restaurant. The waitress job had been a good boost to her self-esteem, because most of the men who came there for business dinners would flirt with her and then tip her well because she would flirt back and give them very good service. "Not that kind of service!" she smiled and said sarcastically when he raised his eyebrows at her. Her parents let her continue to live with them so she could save as much money as she could, and it took her a little over 2 years to save enough to get out here. Then she packed as many of her belongings as she could into 2 trunks, bought a train ticket, and came to Hollywood with just enough money to pay for a couple months rent on a small furnished apartment and buy groceries for a few weeks until she was able to find a job that would pay her enough to be able to stay. During her job hunting was when she had started to decide from reading the entertainment papers that she didn't like the thought of her life being everybody else's business if she were to become famous. So, she found the props job at the studio, and she finished with, "And you know the rest of the story." She turned to look at him with a wry smile, then took a last drag on her cigarette and leaned across him to put it out in the ashtray on the table beside him and sat back, slowly exhaling the smoke from her lungs. She felt calmer but a little lightheaded since she hadn't had a cigarette in a while. He had a slight frown on his face as he had been watching her throughout her whole story, and he had seen the looks of pain that crossed her face when she talked about what a low opinion she had of herself growing up. He wished he could erase those painful memories for her, but then, she probably wouldn't be the person she is now, and she might never have loved him. He realized that, if boys had paid attention to her and discovered how truly beautiful she was, she probably would have never even noticed him or even bothered to see any of his movies. How ironic, it seemed to him, that she had to experience that pain when she was younger in order for it to lead her to him. She was right, everything in life seemed to be connected in some way or another and it seemed that some things happened for very specific reasons. Now, if he could just figure out how to convince her that they could be happy together...always... Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 15 Diana Maitland looked at John Wayne as he sat staring at her beside him on the double chaise lounge after she had told him all about herself as a spoiled and teased little girl, and as an adolescent with low self-esteem, which had led to her infatuation with him. Ultimately, it had led to her love for him and her determination to come to Hollywood just for the chance to meet him. They were still wrapped in towels and sipping on wine; he was dragging slowly on a cigarette that was nearly gone, and she could see in his eyes that he was thinking about something, so she asked him what it was. He frowned slightly as he took a last drag, then put his cigarette out in the ashtray, and looked down; then he picked up her left hand from where it was resting between them with his right hand and stroked his thumb over her knuckles. As he held onto her hand and continued to stare at it, he said softly, "I was just wishing that you hadn't been so unhappy and had such a low opinion of yourself as a young girl, and that I could make the pain of those memories go away for you. But, then I realized that if you hadn't had that experience growing up, then you probably would never have loved me and I would never have known you even existed. No matter what happens, little girl, I'll never regret knowing you and loving you," as he looked back up into her face with passionate sadness in his deep blue eyes. Her heart nearly broke at the look in his eyes; he looked as though he had resigned himself to believe that she was not going to stay with him and, although he would go along with whatever she decided, he might not be happy about it, but he would never resent her for it. She already knew that if she walks away from him, she's going to regret it for the rest of her life. What the hell was she going to do? Tears welled in her eyes and she looked away from him quickly to try and hide them, but it was too late. He let go of her hand and lifted his to her chin to turn her face back toward him as a few of the tears rolled down her cheeks. He rumbled softly, "I'm sorry, little girl, I don't want to make you cry. I just want you to know that my life will be better just because of you...just knowing there really was a soul mate for me, and I thank God that he finally brought you to me since I had stopped searching." More tears started to run down her cheeks, so he lowered his hand from her chin, set his glass of wine on the table by the chaise, then reached over to take her wine glass out of her shaking right hand and set it beside his. Then he put his right arm around her and pulled her over to lean against his chest as he encircled her in his arms and stroked her damp hair while she cried silently...he could feel her tears dripping on his chest and her body shaking slightly, but she was not making a sound. She was breaking her own heart and she was even more afraid of breaking his; he'd said he'd never regret loving her, but she was afraid now that it really might cause him pain if she decided not to stay with him. Then a question popped into her mind that she hadn't thought about, and she wondered if he could answer it. She looked up at him, her eyes awash with tears, and she asked raggedly, "What made you think that you were in love with me?" As he moved his left hand up to her face to wipe away some of her tears with his thumb, he stared into her eyes and said, "I started to feel something in the car on the way to the hotel. After you told me about how you had 'fantasized' about me all your life, and then I told you that I would never be able to do a love scene in a movie with you because it would be too realistic. Remember I said I hadn't even kissed you yet and that I was afraid when I started I would never be able to stop...I almost said 'ever' at the end of that sentence, but I wasn't sure how you'd take it. I thought that you just wanted me to fulfill your fantasies and that love wasn't part of the deal, and I didn't want to scare you away. Then, when I kissed you in the elevator and it felt as if I was...melting into you, I knew, but I wouldn't let myself think about it because I had no idea what would happen between us." Her eyes widened as he told her this, and her tears stopped for the moment. Then he continued, "I realized you loved me when you told me about what that bastard did to you and how it had affected you, and I thought you had never been made love to properly—until you told me that I had, and that I did every time I looked at you...every time you heard my voice...every time I touched you." His voice was growing deeper and sexier as he continued, "I almost called you on it then, but you didn't come right out and say it, so I decided to leave it up to you to decide when, or if, you wanted to tell me. But, if you had never brought it up, then I would never have let you leave until I told you that I loved you and made you admit your love for me." Then he bent his head down and kissed her fiercely, and she brought her right hand up and clutched at the back of his head and neck, kissing him back just as fiercely, as she elicited short, desperate moans. She was reeling from the realization that he had fallen in love with her way more quickly than she had with him; she'd had all those movies to watch and bios to read that had led her to develop a schoolgirl crush for him, and then fell harder for him as she got older. He hadn't really known anything at all about her, but he knew with their first kiss...he said it had "felt as if he was melting into her" and she had felt that way, too...but could he just be saying all this to make her feel better? She still didn't understand how or why he had fallen for her...she had been shocked just to find that he desired her...but for him to love her? Where had that come from? She was nothing compared to him...he was a big star with renowned fame; a powerful man able to influence other powerful people in an industry that could chew up and spit out less powerful, yet talented actors. And yet, he was not respected for his talent, he was simply a man with a commanding presence that could dominate the movie screen and many people admired him just because of that...it was why she had fallen for him...but what the hell did he see in her? His desire for her she could understand—for some unknown reason, they had an incredible chemistry between them, but the fact that he loved her scared her... When he lifted his head to look at her, she said huskily as the tears shimmered in her eyes, "I never believed my fantasies and dreams about you were meant to come true, and when it happened, it shocked me and...scares me. You see, the scary part about all of this for me is that, even in my own dreams and fantasies, you never loved me or needed me...you just desired me,...which was all I needed. I never imagined that you could love me...I'm no one special. What could you possibly have ever seen in me...?" as the tears started to fall from the corners of her eyes. He had to close his eyes, he couldn't stand the emptiness he saw in her eyes; his guts twisted at the realization that she still couldn't see how beautiful she was...inside and out. She had lived with her fears and painful feelings of rejection for so long that she had cut herself off from ever letting anyone love her, and now she did not feel worthy of being loved. He opened his eyes again to see that she had hers closed as tears continued to squeeze under her lashes. His heart was breaking; how would he ever be able to convince her that she is special and deserves to be loved if she doesn't believe she is? She was someone very special; his mission now was to make her see that she deserves to be loved...by him...or by any other man who was lucky enough to come in contact with her, unless they were a fool. He used his thumb to wipe more tears from her right cheek, as he said gently, "Look at me, Diana." When she slowly opened her eyes with such a look of utter emptiness in their depths, he couldn't stop the mist of tears that suddenly came into his eyes and the lump that formed in his throat. He swallowed hard to force it down so he could speak, then he said huskily, "You say you love me and that you trust me...is that really true?" She nodded slowly, so he continued softly, "Then why don't you believe me when I tell you how beautiful you are...and I am not just referring to your physical beauty, little girl. Your friend Lynn knew you better than you thought and told you the truth...some day, some man would come along and realize what a wonderful person you are. And I don't believe that I am the first man to realize that; any one of those other men who begged for the chance to be with you again probably realized it, but you were too blinded by your fears and pain to see it. I am going to do everything in my power to make you realize that you deserve to be loved...especially by me...or by any other man smart enough to realize how wonderful you are." He whispered those last few words as more tears flooded his eyes, so he closed them and it made the tears stick to his lashes. He opened his eyes to look at her again, his left hand still cupping her cheek, and she was looking at him with an expression of gentle confusion, like she wanted to believe what he was saying to her. God, he hoped he was getting through to her...he couldn't stand to see her so sad! She almost couldn't believe what he was saying to her, but the look on his face and the hurt in his eyes at seeing her pain, made her realize he meant every word. She had never seen him look so sincere; he had said it himself—he was not that good an actor, but she had never cared about that. She wasn't interested in him as an actor; she loved him as a man, and he was showing her what kind of man he was. He was exactly as she had imagined; powerful, sexy, honorable and kind...and he claimed to love her just because she deserved to be loved. If he couldn't make her believe she deserved love, then she would never be able to love anyone the right way...even him. She was so confused...she wanted him and needed him, but did she love him for the right reasons? Maybe that was why she was still so unsure that she could share a life with him... He could see she seemed to get more confused, and he had no idea what was going on inside her head, so he felt he needed to remind her of their passion for each other. So he bent down and kissed her fiercely again, and she still made those little desperate moans as she clutched the back of his head. Her moans were awakening his desire for her again, and he forced her mouth open to thrust his tongue into her, and her desperate moans turned into deep moans of passion, which he echoed. His dick was getting harder with each thrust and lick of their tongues, and he wanted to remind her how much she affected him physically as well. He reached up with his left hand and took her right hand from the back of his head and pulled it down to press it against the bulge of his hardening dick under his towel so she could feel it as he stiffened rapidly. As soon as she felt it, she groaned deeply as her mouth dragged away from his because her head fell backward and her back arched as her desperate desire for him started to take over again, and she clutched at his cock tightly through the towel. He growled in his throat as his raw need for her flowed through his body, and he took his left hand off of hers at his crotch and reached up to clutch the back of her head and force it up so he could look into her face, and he said fiercely, "Look at me, little girl!" as his fingers dug into her hair because her eyes were still closed. When she forced them half open, he continued almost savagely, "You have complete control over me...my heart, my soul...my body..." he nearly groaned as his dick throbbed and he closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them and stared at her with his eyes burning. Then he clutched her hair even tighter and started talking through his teeth, "If you still intend to walk away from me tomorrow night, then tell me now, because if you do, then I intend to carry you upstairs and throw you on that big bed in the master bedroom and not let you out of it so I can fuck you every time my body is able to until then—even if it ends up killing me! I won't care because, right now, the thought of never seeing you again scares me to death, so TELL ME!" he roared, as his chest heaved, his eyes blazed and he shook his hand that was clutching her hair slightly. Her eyes widened at his display of raw desire; this was what she craved from him—this passion and desire that she had never seen him display in a movie...God, he was just so...so sexy...she couldn't believe what a fucking turn on this was! This was how she wanted to remember him... always; as a passionate, powerful, and virile man who would take her body for his pleasure, and yet give her even more pleasure in return. She had known since she was a young girl that she needed this kind of passion from a man in order for her to feel loved. But, as he had pointed out at the start, he was way past his prime and how he kept managing to fuck her like he was still in his twenties was somewhat of a shock...it couldn't possibly last or it could very well kill him...and she couldn't have that... She breathed heavily and bit her lip, not even realizing she was still clutching his hard, thick cock through the towel around his hips. Then she licked her dry lips with the tip of her tongue and said quietly, "I don't know what I'm going to do; I don't know if I'll be able to walk away; I don't know if I'll be able to stay. All I know is that I need you...and if you die from fucking me, then I'll die with you!" Her eyes and her voice deepened passionately as she made her response. He stared down at her for several seconds after she had finished speaking, his breathing ragged from the emotions surging through him. She had said she wasn't sure what she was going to do...he still had a chance to make her to stay and he was going to do everything in his power to convince her that she deserved his love and that they belonged together. He felt his fears and frustrations melting away, and the only things he was aware of were the look of desire on her face and her hand tightly clutching his hard dick...he needed to be inside her again. He crushed his mouth to hers for a short, hard, desperate kiss as he loosened his grip on her hair and then released it. He reached down and peeled her hand away from his crotch, then took her shoulders and sat her up as he stood up beside the chaise lounge, then bent down to lower the back of it flat. As he stood up again, he pulled the towel from his hips and dropped it on the corner of the chaise, and his big, hard dick was pointing straight at her face. She stared at it for a moment as her pussy started to throb from her need to feel him inside her. She looked up at his face and they both had the same expressions of need in their eyes and they both were breathing heavily. She pulled her towel open and lay back, bending her knees and spreading her legs, and holding her arms out to him as he moved onto the chaise and crawled up between her legs and over her. It was like his dick knew exactly where to go; as he moved up over her, her pussy was in the perfect position and his cock started to slide straight into her with very little resistance other than that initial tightness as her soft, wet pussy stretched to accommodate his thick shaft. They both closed their eyes and echoed the same moan at the exact moment the head of his dick touched her opening, and it lasted until he was completely buried in her. As their moans faded, they opened their eyes and at the same time, they both whispered, "My God..." as their eyebrows lifted slightly, wondering if they were going to say the same thing. Then they both started again, "I'll never...get over...this feeling...!" With each statement, their faces registered their awe at this uncanny connection they seemed to have, then they both smiled softly as their breathing calmed. The passion started to return to their eyes as their smiles faded, and he leaned down to kiss her gently, both still keeping their eyes open to stare into the other's. Then he lifted his head and brought his right hand up to her face and gently wiped the remnants of her tears from her cheeks and around her eyes. He positioned himself on his forearms just high enough to see her entire face and stared at her as he pulled back to start thrusting in and out of her, and her eyelids drooped with the look of pleasure that came over her face, but she kept her eyes open to stare back at him. They just watched each other's faces as he moved in and out of her with soft, slow, deep thrusts that allowed them both to fully enjoy the exquisite feeling of every thick inch of his hard cock moving inside her. It just felt so right; the sensations they were feeling turned their entire pelvic areas into masses of throbbing pleasure. He felt it from his balls all the way up to his lower abdomen inside his body and on his skin; she was tingling from her breasts all the way down to the crease of her ass, with more intense throbs of pleasure coursing through her pussy almost up to the pit of her stomach. She felt like she was in the throes of a continuous, slow, pulsing orgasm, and her hips writhed against his every time he was fully inside her. They were both throbbing in pleasure so much that, for a few moments, it felt as if they had melted together inside her and he became part of her; but it had actually happened the first time he entered her just inside the door of his hotel room. They knew from the first second she was completely impaled on him that that was how they belonged; his cock buried deeply inside her—their bodies joined completely together. That was why every time he cums inside her and then has to withdraw, she feels so empty, and he wishes he felt like he had left more of himself inside of her than just his semen. Now he wished he could get her pregnant...then maybe she'd stay...or he'd make her stay! She'd said it was highly unlikely that she'd get pregnant at this time, but she didn't say it was impossible! Now he had another, more urgent, reason to want to cum inside her every chance he got. With that seed planted in his brain, he started thrusting harder and faster into her to bring on the orgasm he had been holding back because he wanted to be inside her as long as he could. She started to cum as soon as he did that, lifting her hips to meet his, and moaning loudly as she continued to stare up into his eyes as she drowned in pleasure. He felt his orgasm start just after he felt the throbs in her pussy abate and her hips stopped moving. He slowed his thrusts to jerk his hips hard and stay deep inside her through each spasm of his cock ejaculating into her, grunting deeply and staring into her eyes with a look of primal lust. As he felt the last pulses of his orgasm, he growled at her, "I can't keep my dick inside you forever, but I can sure as hell leave as much of my sperm inside you as I can..." as he breathed heavily and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Her eyes widened, then she frowned slightly; was he saying what she thought he was—that he wanted to get her pregnant?!! Her heart fluttered at that thought; she loved him, she would give anything to have his baby...they would, literally, be connected to each other through that child. But, she knew he would never let her just walk away from him if she was pregnant with his child...now she started to understand his motive. That was his whole idea; he gets her pregnant, then she has no choice but to stay with him! My God, he was getting desperate to try and figure out how to make her stay...why? God, how she wished she could! Maybe that was it...maybe God or fate could make the decision for her. She knew it was "highly unlikely" that she would get pregnant during this weekend, but it was not impossible. Other women she has known who used this same method for birth control ended up getting pregnant when they supposedly were not in the fertile period of their cycles. And whenever she had had sex with other men, she always made them wear a condom, so she has never completely tested her cycle. And she certainly had never had this much sex in just a 24-hour period—and they still had over another 24 hours to go! She started to wish that she would end up pregnant...she would make a deal with him. So she wrapped her legs around his hips and ass and locked her ankles to keep him buried in her as she slowly started to smile at him. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 15 He saw her eyes widen and then she frowned when he told her that he wanted to put as much of his sperm inside her as possible, and he knew that she had figured out what he was trying to do; he held his breath to see how she would react. Then she almost smiled and a look of longing came into her eyes, then she frowned again and he was worried what she was thinking. The frown changed to a questioning look, then it turned to an expression of...was that hope? He wished he could tell what the hell was she thinking! Then she slowly started to smile as she wrapped her legs around him like she was going to keep him inside her...he hoped he would like what she decided. She brought her hands up to his face to caress his cheeks, then grasped the sides of his neck with her fingers caressing the back of his neck, and pulled him down to kiss him gently for a moment while they still stared into each other's eyes. When he raised up again, she asked softly, "Do you believe that God and fate brought us together?" He nodded slowly, so she continued, "I have decided that I'm going to let them decide whether we belong together...I'm going to work with you to try as hard as we can to get me pregnant. If I end up with your child inside me, I will take that as fate's way of telling me that I belong with you. If I don't, well...then I guess it just wasn't meant to be..." as slight tears formed in her eyes again, and she let her hands drop down to his chest. He stared at her; she was probably only making this deal with him because she didn't think she would end up pregnant and it was the only way she could think of to get him to stop trying to convince her they should be together. He frowned slightly as he thought about that, then said quietly, "You said you were 'reasonably certain' that you wouldn't get pregnant right now, so that's why you're making this deal, isn't it?" She shook her head no, and explained to him that there was a chance it could happen, because she had never let any other man cum inside her during sex, she had made them use condoms. And that she knew other women who supposedly knew their cycles, but had ended up pregnant when it was not supposed to be their fertile time. "And I want you to know that I am wishing it will happen...this would be a definite sign for me that I am meant to be with you. But are you sure it's what you want? You already have children who are mostly grown...do you really want more children at this stage of your life?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Well, I hadn't really thought about it, but I love children, and I always hoped after my first marriage ended that I would find the right woman to settle down with for the rest of my life...and yes, I would want to have children with her." Then his voice turned passionate as he continued, "I've been trying to convince you that you're the right woman for me, so yes, I want to knock you up so it'll convince you to stay with me. Actually, I never thought I would be so anxious to get a woman pregnant, but I am...especially one that I love so desperately and crave to make love to all the time. As if I needed another reason to want my dick inside you whenever possible!" He crushed his mouth to hers and moved his arms up under her back and shoulders to mold their bodies together, his cock still buried inside her and her hips tilted upward to keep his semen deep inside her, both of them hoping one of his sperm would find a target. They continued to kiss deeply and passionately for several minutes in this same position until her legs started to get tired; she had to unlock her ankles from around him and put her feet down, but she still kept her hips tilted up as much as possible so no fluids could leak out. Then she started to feel the strangest thing; she felt the slight pressure of his big, soft cock still inside her start to increase. As he kissed her deeply, he kept envisioning all the things they've done together; how many times he's fucked her not even thinking or worrying that she would get pregnant, just enjoying how awesome it felt to be inside her. Now, he was a man with a mission; not only would he get to relish having his dick inside her as many times as possible, he would be planting his seed in her to try to create a life with her...both a child and a life for them together. He wanted that so badly, and visions of him continually thrusting into her and cumming over and over inside her had his dick starting to get hard again...while he was still inside her! He lifted his head from kissing her and looked at her with one of his eyebrows crooked upward over his smoldering eyes, and rumbled sexily, "I'm still inside you and I'm getting hard again... see how badly I want to knock you up? But don't you worry, little girl, I still crave to do things to you, like kissing your beautiful breasts and licking your sweet pussy," as he bent his head and licked her lips. "And I'll want you and need you to do things to me, like kissing and licking my body and sucking my dick and massaging my balls to get me hard...I'm not about to let my desperation to make a baby with you take all the fun out of our fucking!" As he said that, he continued to harden inside her. His dick was pretty thick even when he wasn't stiff, and when he got hard, it would get thicker and a few inches longer. And his erections felt like steel—they had to be in order for him get his thick shaft inside a woman. She could feel him slowly expanding, both in width and length, and it was the most erotic thing she had ever felt. They just stared at each other with a looks of raw desire while he ground his hips against hers to get some movement going and create some other sensations to help him continue to harden. As he hardened further, he lifted himself on his forearms again so he could start to pump in and out of her slightly, their eyes burning into each other's. Then, when he was fully hard, he lifted himself on his hands and just started slamming into her, with his back arched and his head thrown back as he groaned deeply, and they both came within a minute. It should've been impossible for him to cum again so soon, but this experience caught them both by surprise and turned them on so much that he was able to orgasm easily, as did she. He almost felt as if his dick had exploded inside her and he wished he had spewed as much semen into her as it felt like he did. He had never felt anything turn him on so much as the feeling of his dick growing hard while still inside her. It just reinforced his belief that it was where he was meant to be always...and where he wanted to be if he died...his dick buried inside her, his body wrapped around hers and her arms and legs wrapped around him. He felt it was closest thing to being heaven on earth...after all, she is his goddess. He lowered himself down to lay just to her right side so he wouldn't crush her body, and they twisted their hips slightly and turned onto their sides more so he could keep his cock inside her just a little longer. When he was no longer hard, they could feel his soft, thick shaft slowly slipping out of her, and they looked at each other regretfully. So he backed his hips away from hers and she rolled onto her back and put her feet up to keep her hips tilted upward for a few more minutes, not that it would do much good. As she lay there, she could feel cum dripping down her ass crack...thank God she still had a towel under her! As she lay there silently praying that she would get pregnant, she also tried to reconcile her fear and confusion over the fact that he loved her. It wasn't so much that she felt unworthy of being loved, she just felt unworthy of HIS love...why? She still felt the same...he was a powerful man, a famous star...and she was nobody...and she'd always preferred it that way. She'd told him that from the beginning, that she didn't want a life in the public eye; and now, here she was, hoping to get knocked up by him as a sign that they belonged together! What the hell was she doing? He reached over her and grabbed his towel so he could wipe the sweat from his face and neck and the cum off his crotch. Then he leaned down over her lower abdomen and placed a lingering, soft kiss just above her pubic hair, silently praying that, somewhere inside her, their hopes were being fulfilled. Then he looked up at her and they both smiled, but he could still see lingering doubt and confusion in her eyes...and he knew a child would be the only thing that would convince her they belonged together. He prayed harder. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 16 It was about 4:00 Saturday afternoon and John Wayne still had over 24 hours to spend with Diana Maitland trying to get her pregnant...he knew it was the only thing that would make her stay with him. She had told him that, though she's loved him for so many years and fantasized about him desiring her, she had never believed he could love her...she felt unworthy of his love because he was such a big star and she was nobody. They were reclining again on the double chaise lounge on the patio after their last two hot encounters. He was trying to show her that she had let her low self-esteem during her painful adolescence affect her ability to believe that she was worthy of his love. He told her to close her eyes and remember herself as she was when she was about 14, before she ever knew about him. He asked her to imagine how she would have reacted during that time if boys had been more interested in her as a person and had not just treated her as a sex object. She thought about it, and then told him that she probably would've hoped that she'd found a steady boyfriend to stay with all through high school, because she would've needed only one boy's constant affection to convince her that she was loveable. He asked her if she would've given herself to that steady boyfriend. She immediately said no, because her mother had convinced her that nice young girls just didn't have sex until they were married. She reminded him that she didn't get curious about sex until after she was attracted to and became infatuated with him. Then he told her that it didn't mean that she wouldn't have loved and been as attracted to her steady boyfriend as she was to him, and that she still probably would've developed her strong sense of sexuality, so she might very well have changed her mind any way. She conceded the point. Then he asked her if she had gone to see one of his movies with this steady boyfriend that she loved so much and was so attracted to, would she have still been as enthralled with him. She immediately started to say yes. But then she stopped and really tried to imagine what she would have been like if she had found some boy who she loved and was so attracted to, and he felt the same about her. It dawned on her that she probably would never have even looked at the movie screen, and if she had, she didn't think it would have made a difference. She had so craved the attention of a male who was not her father, that a steady boyfriend would have been her whole world. She frowned and opened her eyes to look at him. She admitted that she probably wouldn't have noticed him at all...then she looked more confused than ever, and asked him why he was making her think about these things. She started to believe that he was trying to prove to her that she loved him for all the wrong reasons. He looked at her sadly as he explained to her what he had realized when she told him about her past and why she had become so infatuated with him; she would never have sought him out if the right guy had come along in high school. He would never have gotten to love her, and he would never have experienced the powerful emotional and physical feelings that he has, and will, with her this weekend. Then he added that, even if it doesn't end the way he wants, he would never trade what they have and will share to not experience any pain he might feel in the future. That was why he'd said he'd never regret knowing her or loving her. But, she still didn't understand what the hell he saw in her! She started to explain her confusion and some of her fears to him, gaining speed as she went along, and her voice rising in pitch and volume as her worries spilled out, then staring off into space as she envisioned the headlines. "I, apparently, am still a confused woman who's letting painful memories of rejection and my self-doubt rule the way I live my life...which I had decided, after that last bastard rejected me, would be on my terms and no one else's. And I am still scared to death at the thought of having my life pried into and splashed across the entertainment papers if I stay with you. How many of those one-night stands I had would be only too happy to sell their story to those papers about how they'd fucked the Duke's new wife?!! And if I'm pregnant, then all they'd say is that you married me just because you knocked me up! I'll be seen as nothing but a tramp and wouldn't that just be a wonderful boost to your reputation!" "DIANA!" he roared, as he grabbed her chin with his left hand and forced her face toward him, since he'd been trying to stop her by saying her name a few times but she hadn't heard him because she was lost in her fears and talking so fast. He looked at her with a mixture of anger and regret as he started to present his arguments. "First of all, I understand why you still feel so hurt and full of self-doubt. You grew up feeling rejected by men, except for your father, and all I can say is that those boys in high school and that last bastard were all fools because they couldn't see in you what I do. And, if I have to keep repeating it until you believe me, then I will...you are beautiful—inside and out; you are smart; you are funny; you are generous and kind; you have a beautiful soul and you see the world with so much potential for hope, despite your own painful past—how could I not love you?" he said softly. Then he began again, angrily, "And secondly, I don't give a shit what those rags write about me, but I do have to say that I tend to take it personally when they pry into my private life—I don't like it any more than you do, but I have learned to make myself ignore what anyone thinks when they read about something that is seen as improper or embarrassing. I already have a somewhat tarnished reputation, as you should know, and anything you did in your past can't hurt me. But I can see how it would hurt you and your family, and I wish I could give you the courage and strength to get past whatever damage might be done. But ultimately, as you have been trying to point out, it is your decision as to what you can accept and live with." He sighed heavily as he finished, then moved his hand from her chin to her right cheek to stroke it gently as he stared into her eyes with a slight frown. She stared back at him; she finally believed he really loved her, but she still didn't feel strong enough to survive a scandal if her past indiscretions were to come out. He had said it wouldn't hurt him, but how could he know? There was no telling how the rest of the people in the industry would react to something like that; they would probably believe that she deliberately seduced him and got pregnant and they might ridicule him for getting trapped! She closed her eyes and frowned as she turned her head and pressed her cheek firmly against his hand. She had no idea what to say to him. He saw in her eyes, before she closed them, that she finally believed he really loved her; but it had done nothing to allay her fears about what would happen if her past was discovered and how it might affect his reputation and her own sense of self-worth. He really didn't care how it might affect his reputation or career, but he was worried how it would affect her and their life together. He knew the press could be brutal, and he couldn't stand the thought that she might suffer since they would hound her just because of her connection to him. He had no idea what to say to her. She slowly looked up at him; and almost at the same time, they said, "So, here we are—now what?" They both stopped and smiled wryly at each other. Then she reached up and put her hand over his, nuzzling her cheek into his palm as she said, "I still owe you a lifetime's worth of happiness, and I intend to give you that every second that I can! I will do whatever you want or need—please tell me what you want!" His deep blue eyes darkened with passion as he stared down at her, and he rumbled in his soft, gravelly voice, "I just want to love you...forever..." as he leaned down and kissed her tenderly. The kiss gradually deepened until they were both clinging desperately to each other. She had her chin on his right shoulder and her arms wrapped around him as he clutched her tightly against him, and she whispered passionately, "Take me to bed. Make love to me... forever." He slowly loosened his hold on her and looked at her with his eyes smoldering, and rumbled huskily, "Your wish is my command, little girl." He stood up from the chaise and leaned down to pick her up in his arms; she always marveled at how he scooped her up like she was light as a feather. He carried her into the house and up the stairs to the master bedroom. He hadn't been lying when he said the bed was big—it looked big enough to sleep four people his size comfortably! He walked over to the side of the bed closest to the wall of glass doors covered with shear curtains on the ocean side, and set her down to throw the bedspread and top sheet back and to the other side out of the way. Then they laid on the bed on their sides and kissed tenderly, as he roamed his left hand over the right side of her body to caress her, then moved to her right breast, and then down to her crotch to rub his fingers in her soft, wet pussy, making her moan softly. He was fully hard again and his dick was pressing against her thighs, and she took her right hand and wrapped it around him and gently tugged his cock toward her as she opened her legs. He propped himself up on his right elbow and lifted his right side up and she slid her left leg under him at his waist and put her right leg over him, positioning the head of his dick at her wet opening. They were staring at each other with their raw desire burning in their eyes, and she moaned, "Take me hard! Impale me on your beautiful, big cock! Then fuck me slowly, like you want to do it forever..." The fire in his eyes blazed hotly, as he laid down facing her, slipping his right arm under her waist and his left arm over her right hip to grasp her ass and shove her onto his thick shaft just as he thrust his hips into her hard, groaning deeply at how tight she felt in this position. God, how he loved the feeling of his big, hard dick being squeezed by her soft, wet pussy. His cock was throbbing with pleasure...or was that her pussy throbbing on his cock? He couldn't tell...so tightly was their flesh joined together. She gasped as he entered her roughly; it didn't hurt, but this position made her feel even tighter and the hugeness of his cock made her pussy throb with pleasure. She moaned deeply at the excitement and ecstasy that coursed through her from feeling her soft body impaled so suddenly and so tightly onto his hard male flesh...she thought that God really knew what he was doing when he invented sex. Then she fleetingly thought as he started to slowly thrust in and out of her that, if it was this good for everyone, no one would ever get anything done...everyone would be fucking all the time! He wrapped his arms around her as he started thrusting into her slowly and deeply, kissing her the same way, as her hips matched his rhythm; and they just slowly kissed and fucked as they lost all sense of time and awareness of anything else around them. It was just them, their bodies moving together, their hearts beating and their souls joined...as one. That force of nature in them finally whispered that they needed to, once again, attempt to fulfill their hope of creating a life together. He rolled her onto her back with her legs lifted up and started thrusting harder and deeper into her as he lifted up on his forearms so he could watch her face as he ground his hips into her to try to make her cum before he did. He used the leverage of being on his forearms to help give him some momentum on his forward thrusts and made his hips roll a little more. She closed her eyes and her back arched and he knew she was close as she moaned deeply, so he ground his hips against her just a little harder on the next several thrusts and she clamped her thighs to his hips as she opened her mouth and uttered, "Ohhhhhhhhh John!!!!" with a slow, deep groan as her pussy squeezed his dick with slow, throbbing pulses. His orgasm seemed to go just as slowly; his dick throbbed with each slow pulse as his seed was implanted in her, his hips thrusting his shaft into her as deeply as possible with each pulse, and his eyes burning into hers. He groaned deep in his throat as he gave one last hard thrust into her, then smiled sexily and panted, "By the time we're through this weekend, I'm going to be one hell of a gardener!" She smiled and laughed softly, then wrapped her arms around his neck and said just as sexily, "You can plow into me and plant your seed as many times as you want, big man! Then pulled him down for a quick, deep kiss as she braced her feet on the mattress with her hips tilted upward. When he raised up, they smiled at each other for a few moments, then he sighed and backed his hips away from her, pulling his cock out of her slowly as she groaned softly. He knew how she hated to feel like such a mess, so he got up and went into the master bathroom and got a small towel to put under her so she wouldn't leak onto the sheet and then brought her a warm, wet washcloth. She smiled knowingly at him as she took the washcloth and wiped the wetness from between her thighs as she kept her hips rolled upward, then watched him as he went into the bathroom to clean up, which only took him a minute. She glanced at the wall of glass and saw the ocean through the sheer curtains, so she asked him to open them and, when he did, she saw there were doors leading out to a balcony over top of the patio below. So she asked him to open one of the doors so she could hear the sound of the surf. A soft breeze blew in through the door and she could smell the salt air as it wafted into the room, and she took a deep breath and sighed. He walked over and sat down next to her on the bed, facing her. He saw her looking toward the ocean with such longing again, and he remembered he had asked his friend to bring his boat around in the morning, but he didn't know if she liked going out on boats, so he asked her if she had ever been on a boat. She became very enthusiastic and said she loved boating...all kinds. Her father owned a fishing boat and they went fishing a lot on the Chesapeake Bay and many of its tributaries. By the time she was 12 years old, she had done all sorts of fishing—saltwater, freshwater, surf casting, even deep-sea fishing once when she was older. She had gone crabbing, digging for mussels, and shallow diving for scallops. She even learned how to sail because some days the wind would blow too hard for decent fishing, so she wanted another excuse to be able to go out on the water. She ended by saying how much she had missed all that since she'd been living out here without any access to a boat. He smiled; he hoped she would be really excited to see his boat tomorrow morning. He was impressed at how much she had experienced, and also excited to see her enthusiasm for something that he loved to do as well. He put his hand on her thigh and caressed her as he realized how alike they were and wondered how much more they had in common. So he asked her if she had any other outdoor activities that she enjoyed doing. She told him that she loved horses and riding, but she hadn't been able to do that in years—since her late teens. She tried to go hunting a few times with her father and brothers, as they were all avid hunters, but she just couldn't bring herself to shoot at the animals because she'd had pet rabbits as a little girl, and had always fed the squirrels in their yard and considered them pets as well. And she thought the deer were just too pretty; but that didn't stop her from eating venison, squirrel and rabbit when it was served for dinner! But when her father taught her how to shoot guns, she was hooked. She did a lot of target practice with small handguns and .22 rifles, and then she learned to skeet shoot with a shotgun, so she made herself go duck hunting once, just to see if she could hit a live target. She shot both ducks she aimed at and that was good enough for her, so she quit and took her ducks home for dinner and she never hunted again. But she has kept up with her target practice since she keeps a .22 in the nightstand next to her bed for protection since she lives alone; she said it would be foolish for a woman to have a gun for protection and not know or remember how to use it, or not be able to hit what she's aiming at! Then she finished provocatively, "And I can definitely hit what I aim at!" He grew more amazed with everything she told him; my God, she was perfect for him! She enjoyed doing almost everything he did—except for the hunting! He wanted to find out just how much she knew about fishing, so he started asking her all kinds of questions. What kind of gear and tackle had she used for saltwater and freshwater fishing, what types of bait, and what kinds of fish had she caught. As he asked her those questions, he laid back down beside her on his right side with his right arm up and his head propped on his hand while he listened to her. She had used mostly rods with open-faced reels and double bottom rigs for saltwater fishing, with bloodworms, minnows, squid and soft crab for bait—depending on what kinds of fish they were after. Bloodworms would attract most any kind of fish, especially smaller ones like spot, croaker, trout and black sea bass. Flounder usually preferred minnows and squid, and larger trout and rockfish would go crazy for soft crab. Most of her freshwater fishing was done with just a cane pole and a single hook on a line with a cork, using worms, minnows, crickets and meat scraps for bait to catch small crappie, perch, bluegills and catfish; and she had used a rod and reel with different lures to cast for large mouth bass and pike. The only type of fishing she'd never done was fly-fishing. She started to smile as she recalled the one time she had gone deep-sea fishing on a chartered boat when she was 17 years old. They had gone trolling about 30 miles offshore of the Outer Banks of North Carolina to the Gulf Stream. They had used larger rods and reels and heavier tackle that was on board the boat, but she hadn't paid much attention to it since the first mate handled all the gear and tackle. All they'd had to do was land the fish when something took the bait on one of the lines. She lit up when she said she'd helped land a small sailfish, which was the one fish she'd hoped to catch on that trip—she thought sailfish were the most beautiful of the billfish. She fought it for about 20 minutes and then had to turn it over to one of her brothers because her arms were getting shaky and she didn't want to lose the fish. When it was finally landed and the first mate pulled it into the boat, she saw it was a little longer than she was tall and she would have sworn that the thing weighed at least 80 pounds. So, when she asked the mate how much he thought it weighed and he said about 30 pounds, she was stunned! She knew those fish were strong, but she never realized just how strong and she gained a new respect for them. She briefly thought about keeping it to have it stuffed to mount on a wall, but when she realized how small it was and how young it must have been, she couldn't bring herself to end its life so soon, so she told the first mate to let it go. She went on to tell him that they ended that trip with 3 tuna—1 big eye and 2 yellow fins, and a few dolphin fish. When he furrowed his brow at dolphin fish, she said "mahimahi," and explained that on the east coast they call them dolphin fish. Ah, then he knew what fish she was talking about. He realized that she knew a lot about fishing and obviously missed it, and he hoped they would have decent weather tomorrow so they could do some fishing. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 16 She looked at him curiously and asked him why he was so interested in her knowledge of fishing. He nonchalantly shrugged his left shoulder and said, "I'm just impressed to find that you not only know how to fish, but you also love it. And now you miss it because you changed your life so that it took you away from being able to do things that you used to enjoy...and all because of me... why?" She frowned slightly as she thought about how to answer that question. The truth was that she had realized from everything she read about him, that they had a lot of common interests and it had secretly made her wish that, if she'd ever gotten the chance to meet him, she might've been able to impress him with that and make him more interested in her. And now she realized that she didn't need to impress him, and it just meant that they could enjoy doing some of these things together. But, she couldn't tell him that; she was afraid that he would just turn it around on her and try to convince her stay by saying this was just more proof that they belonged together. She looked at him and smiled wryly, as she shrugged her shoulders and said, "I'm young and foolish...what else can I say?" He knew there was more to it and that she wasn't going to tell him because it would just make her arguments about why she shouldn't stay with him sound hollow. And he was still sure that if she didn't get pregnant, she wasn't going to stay with him—no matter how badly they both wanted that. He frowned sadly as he thought about that, and he closed his eyes and said another quick prayer, asking God to grant him this one request and he'd never ask Him for anything else ever again. As he opened his eyes and looked at her, she was staring at him with a worried look on her face again. He was determined that he was not going to keep letting their fears and worries continue to intrude on their remaining time together. He slowly smiled at her and reached his left hand up to caress her right cheek with his fingers, and said softly, "I don't think you're foolish at all, little girl. I'm glad for whatever reasons you had that brought you to me. I just hope we'll get a chance to share some of these things that we both enjoy doing so much some day." He noticed that the sun was starting to shine in through the glass behind him more and he glanced at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was quarter to five, and he remembered that the catered dinner was supposed to arrive at 5:30 and he needed to get ready for that. He told her that he had another surprise for her; he wanted her to stay in the master suite and take a nice, long bath, and that he had another dress for her. He wanted her to just take her time getting ready, but not to leave this room until precisely 5:45; he made her promise. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly for a few moments, then he got up and walked over to where he had hidden the box containing the other dress and items he'd gotten for her in the closet and brought it out and set it on the end of the bed. Then he went back to the closet and grabbed his suit bag and got his toiletries bag out of the bathroom, and then told her he was going to clean up and dress in one of the other rooms because he wants to be surprised again when he first sees her in this dress. Then he went to the door and paused as he looked at her and smiled and said, "Remember...quarter to six...I'll be waiting at the bottom of the stairs." Then he crooked one of his eyebrows and grinned sexily at her and shut the door. She smiled and half laughed; he was just full of surprises, and she was sure this one was to be a nice dinner...she wondered what else he might have up his sleeve?!! She got up on her knees on the bed and moved to the box and opened it...it was a black dress. When she lifted it up, she could see it was a halter style with a fitted waist that would leave her back completely bare to her waist. The halter-top had built in bra cups for support...thank God...because there was no other type of bra that could be worn with this dress; and it had a flowing, knee-length skirt. The outer material was a gathered layer of soft, sheer chiffon over a lining of stiff satin that made the skirt flair out slightly without having to wear those dreaded crinoline slips! The only undergarments with this dress were a pair of black, French-cut panties with lace in the front, a lacy black garter belt and a pair of silky, thigh-high black stockings. She smiled widely as she imagined his reaction to undressing her this time and seeing her in only the black garter belt, stockings and high heels! She couldn't go through dinner without the panties on because she knew her crotch would be wet the whole time just thinking about after dinner, and she didn't want to mess up the dress. She'd just have to excuse herself to the bathroom when the meal was over and get rid of them then. She was already getting excited just thinking about it! She hopped off the bed and went into the bathroom to start looking through the vanity cabinets to, hopefully, find the things she needed. His friend had obviously had female guests before, because there were bottles of bubble baths and shampoos and conditioners that men wouldn't use; she found some make-up in one of the drawers and a few bottles of perfume, and even a toothbrush still in its package...perfect...everything she needed to make herself look nice for him. So she showered quickly and washed and conditioned her hair with a jasmine scent, then stopped the drain and ran a bath with some jasmine scented bubble bath, and just leaned back in the tub to try to relax for a few minutes since she had almost an hour before "their date." She was trying to stay calm, but she couldn't contain the pulses of excitement that were coursing through her body. She felt like she was a little girl again and it was Christmas Eve; she was always so excited about Christmas that she could never fall asleep until 3 or 4:00 in the morning! What amazed her the most was that, when she would get up Christmas morning, there was always some other big present under the tree for her that wasn't there when she went to bed, and she could hear everything that went on in their living room from her bedroom just down the hall. When she still believed in Santa, it could be explained by magic—he sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake—but when she learned who Santa really was, her parents still managed to sneak in something big and she never did figure out how they did it! Now, he wanted to surprise her, and she wanted to surprise him; she hoped hers would be as good as she was sure his was going to be. She laid there trying to envision what he had arranged, and how he would react when he saw her all dressed up and wearing make-up; he'd never seen her with make-up on, and she'd been told a few times that she could easily pass for a glamorous movie star when she wore it. She couldn't stay in the tub any longer, her nerves were just too jumpy; she needed to get out and do things that would allow her to move around. So she got out and opened the drain and dried off, then wrapped the towel around her and got out the blow dryer she'd spotted in the vanity and used the comb and brush she'd found to dry her hair. That took a good 20 minutes of her time because her hair is so thick, but she wanted to take her time and style it nicely. She usually wore it just parted down the middle, but this time she parted it down the left side, which put more layers of soft, golden waves on the right side of her face and made the left side of her hair look straighter. She offset this by using a small hair comb adorned with rhinestones, that she had also found in a drawer, to pull back and hold her hair above her left ear. She was pleased with the result; it looked fancy without being too fussy. She brushed her teeth, then she applied some make-up; just a little concealer to hide the look of tiredness under her eyes, some dark liner around her eyelids and mascara on her lashes to enhance them; some face powder to even her skin tone a little better and a tinge of blush on her cheeks; and a dark rose lipstick that very nearly matched the natural color of her lips, but made them shine. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought, "And he thinks I'm beautiful without make-up—what will he think now?" She went out to the bedroom to get dressed. As before, everything fit her perfectly; the panties, garter belt, hose...and the dress...it was like it had been made just for her! The halter-top closed at the back of her neck with hooks on a strip of satin, and perfectly supported her breasts making her cleavage look very sexy in the deep, plunging V-front. The sides completely covered the sides of her breasts as they angled back to attach to the sides of the dress at the waist, leaving her back from her waist up completely bare. She was able to handle the zipper on the back of this dress just fine, since it ended at her waist. Then she stepped into the black patent leather, high-heeled shoes and looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the bathroom door; she was stunned at the image of herself that was reflected back at her. He had been all over her almost from the first moment he saw her when she just looked normal; what was he going to do when he saw her looking like this?!! The excitement was coursing through her body again and she was starting to feel nervous, like this was a first date with someone really special, and she thought, "Well, it does kind of feel like a 'date' and he sure as hell is someone special..." She felt a slightly cooler breeze blow in through the open balcony door behind her, chilling her slightly and reminding her it was still open, so she went and closed the door. Then she noticed there was a piece of black chiffon in the box that the dress was in that turned out to be another wrap; it was several feet long and just a couple feet wide, so she draped it over her arms at her elbows and let droop across her lower back...she was ready. She put the box back in the closet and looked at the clock on the bedside table; it was 5:40—she had to wait 5 minutes before she could go out...it was the longest 5 minutes of her life! Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 17 John Wayne had not seen Diana Maitland for an hour now—not since he had walked out and closed the door of the master bedroom suite after instructing her that she was to bathe, dress and meet him at the bottom of the stairs at precisely 5:45pm. As soon as he left her, he put his bags in one of the bedrooms, then he went downstairs and out to the beach to bring in the blanket and grabbed the few things they had left on the patio; their towels, the wine glasses, his cigarettes and lighter, etc. Then he picked up all of their discarded clothing from earlier and took them upstairs to the bedroom where his bags were. Then he went to the hall bathroom, showered, brushed his teeth, shaved lightly just to be sure his face was perfectly smooth and splashed on some light cologne. Then he went into the bedroom and dressed in his formal black suit with a white shirt and plain black tie. Then he went downstairs to set things up for dinner. He had hoped they would be able to dine on the patio, but the breeze earlier was picking up a little and the temperature felt like it was starting to cool to the point that it might be too chilly by dinnertime. So, he decided to have the caterer set up dinner in the formal dining area next to the main room just outside the kitchen. He opened the curtains in the dining area so they would have the view of the beach from there. Then he set the table, positioning the place settings so that he could sit at the end of the table facing the main room and Diana would be to his left looking straight out at the beach and the ocean...he knew how much she loved the view. It would be lovely during dinner, with the sun starting to set up the beach, casting shadows on the rocks and bright rays across the water. There were a couple candles on the table, so he placed them where they would provide ambiance without obstructing their view. He was waiting at the front door when the caterer showed up at almost exactly 5:30 pm. He opened the door as they started to bring in covered dishes and set them on the dining table where he had indicated. They must have been used to catering for celebrities, because they showed no sign of surprise at whom they were delivering dinner for. There was a hot platter with 4 small filet mignons, a heated dish of Lobster Newburg, a hot tray of twice baked potatoes, and a bowl of fresh salad greens and other vegetables with a light vinaigrette dressing and a bottle of chardonnay. Everything seemed to be as he ordered it and he asked the caterer if there was anything else that needed to be done, and they said everything should be ready. They had seared the filets to brown them on the outside, then placed them on the hot platter to finish slowly cooking to medium rare so they were sure they'd be perfect, and everything else was ready to eat. They advised him to put their dishes in a box that they left by the front door and they would just come by and pick them up sometime tomorrow. He thanked them and tipped them and sent them on their way. It was 5:40 pm; Diana would come out in 5 minutes and he wanted to be waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. He went and lit the candles on the table, then went to the hi-fi radio in the main room and tuned the radio to a station that played soft contemporary and classical music. Then he went to the bottom of the stairs and waited the last few minutes...it was the longest few minutes of his life. Just before Diana was about to walk out the bedroom door, she remembered that she hadn't put any perfume on, so she darted into the bathroom and picked up a bottle that had a musky scent that blended perfectly with the jasmine scent on her skin and in her hair. She used the stopper to dab lightly behind each of her ears, on her inner wrists and in the valley between her breasts. Then she hurried to the bedroom door, opened it and stepped out into the hallway, and hesitated slightly because of her nerves; then she slowly started to walk to the top of the stairs. When she reached the top of the stairs, he was standing at the bottom, just as he'd said. She started to slowly smile; he had that same "startled" look on his face, only this time, she saw and heard him lightly moan, "Oh, my God!" as his wide eyes traveled up and down her. Then he put his right hand on the banister at the bottom of the stairs as if to steady himself. She couldn't help but notice how handsome he looked, his formal black suit emphasizing his broad shoulders and trim physique; she could feel her pussy already getting wetter. She slowly started down the stairs, both of them staring into each other's burning eyes, and he was taking slow, deep breaths. When she was on the second to the last step at eye level with him, she stopped and glanced at his hand on the banister. He brought his hand up and held it out to her, and when she placed her left hand in his, he brought it to his lips and kissed her fingers softly as he closed his eyes. The second he saw her face as she approached the top of the stairs, his dick started to stir. As she came fully into view, he could feel himself getting hard already and his knees felt weak, and he couldn't stop himself from softly moaning, "Oh, my God!" He had always thought she was gorgeous, but now...he felt he almost understood the meaning of "drop-dead" gorgeous; he was about to drop to his knees, so he gripped the banister with his right hand to steady himself. As he watched her slowly descending the stairs, he knew he was in big trouble; how the hell was he going to get through this meal with her? He wanted her more now than he ever had—his dick was harder and throbbing even more painfully; if he didn't get himself under control, he was literally going to "drop-dead" for her. She'd changed the style of her hair to a very flattering side part and pulled it back on her left side, and it looked so shiny and soft that he wanted to touch it. The make-up she had applied to her face just made her look even more beautiful and sexier than he could ever have imagined. And the dress...good God, had he chosen well! The halter front of the dress perfectly supported her full breasts, showing plenty of cleavage while also creating a valley between her breasts. Her waist looked tiny, and the full, flowing skirt swished with the sway of her hips as she walked. The sheer, black stockings and the black high-heeled shoes just emphasized the shapeliness of her legs. My God, she could've been a big star if she'd wanted it. He started taking slow, deep breaths to try to calm down and lessen the painful throbbing of his cock; it helped a little—until he caught a whiff of her and his dick throbbed again...she was assaulting his senses! When she reached eye level with him, she stopped, and one of her eyebrows arched as she glanced at his hand on the banister in front of her. So he held it out to her and, when she placed her hand in his, he brought it to his lips and kissed her fingers softly and closed his eyes while he tried to reacquire his ability to speak. He lowered her hand as he held onto it and started to say, "You look..." he was going to say gorgeous, but she was so far beyond that, it just wasn't an adequate word, so he just ended up staring at her with a mixture of helpless awe, passionate desire and raw lust in his eyes. She smiled provocatively at him, and purred softly, "You don't need to say anything...I can see it in your eyes...and thank you!" He took a deep breath and exhaled raggedly, then turned his body to the left to clear the bottom of the stairs so she could get down the last two steps, and started to lead her toward the dining area as he said, "You're right on time and dinner is ready." He glanced at her, his eyes roaming up and down her body as his next statement began with a growl, "And as much as I would love to ravage you right now, I wouldn't want this delicious meal to go to waste!" Then he sat her at the table in the chair facing the glass doors, and then took the lids off of the dishes and platters to show her the food. "Oh, my God! Is that Lobster Newburg?!!!" she exclaimed excitedly when she saw the creamy sauce with chunks of white flesh with orange streaks, and sprinkled with paprika. She looked at him, smiling, with her eyes wide and her mouth open in surprise, and he grinned hugely and nodded yes...he'd obviously chosen well again. He explained to her that he figured since she loved the ocean so much, she probably liked seafood, and since lobster was widely regarded as a delicacy, he had hoped she would like it. He said further that he had considered just having steamed lobster, but he knew that could be messy to eat and he didn't think she'd want to have to go through that trouble, so he ordered the Newburg instead. She kept smiling at him through his explanation, amazed at his thoughtfulness and perception. Then she told him that it was one of her all-time favorite dishes, that her mother used to make it for her on her birthday, and she hadn't had any since the last time she went home for a visit, almost 3 years ago. Tears almost came into her eyes as she frowned in wonder and said, "How do you know me so well when you just met me yesterday?" He started to tell her how, but he stopped because he knew it would just make her cry, and he didn't want to ruin her dinner, so he cleared his throat and said, "I'll tell you later...I promise." Then he took the bottle of wine and started to open it while she stood to serve food onto both their plates; he started to tell her she didn't have to do that, but she stopped him and told him she felt it was the least she could do since he had provided this wonderful meal for them. So he finished opening the wine and poured some in their glasses and, when she sat down again, he proposed another toast. "To the most beautiful woman I have ever seen...may God grant us the ability to create a life together...in more ways than one..." he said solemnly. She clinked his glass lightly, then looked down at her plate and said solemnly, "To the Lobster Newburg!" When she raised her eyes to look at him, he was grinning and chuckling quietly as he clinked her glass, and she chuckled with him and took a sip of the wine. It was a chardonnay; a very mellow wine with a strong, oaky nose and a buttery palate that tasted wonderful with the Lobster Newburg and the filet mignons. She commented that the wine was excellent with their meal and asked him if he had chosen it himself. He said not specifically, he had asked for a nice chardonnay but had not specified the brand, and he agreed with her that it was perfect for this meal. They started to discuss the merits of different wines while they ate, and they discovered that they both had a deep appreciation for fine wines, though she did not get to indulge in them very often on her limited budget; he made a mental note of that for future reference. She liked all varieties of wine—her favorite reds were the cabernet sauvignons and merlots, and various blends of them; she thought they were the most interesting because they were so complex. Then she added that pinot noir was also interesting. Her favorite whites were the chardonnays like this one—oaky and buttery and, in contrast, crisp, light pinot grigios. He was impressed with her knowledge of and opinions on wines and told her that he agreed with her on her favorites. He told her that he enjoyed having fine wines with his meals, but for just general drinking, he preferred liquor—usually tequila—as she already knew. She asked him why tequila, and he told her that he had developed a liking for it when he was in Mexico filming one of his movies, and he laughed slightly as he said that since everyone had warned him not to drink the water down there, he figured tequila was safer! She chuckled with him at that. She glanced out the glass doors in front of her and was admiring the view of the rays from the setting sun up the beach casting a glow on the water and causing shifting shadows on the rocks to the left side of the private beach. She commented on how beautiful it was, and he looked out and noted that it was about 6:15 and the sun would be down in about 10 or 15 minutes, and he wanted to show her something. They were just about through their meal, so he asked her if she was done as she was wiping her mouth with her napkin and she nodded yes, so he got up and moved her chair to help her stand and said softly, "Come with me." He led her to the patio door and opened it and a soft, cool breeze blew in causing her to shiver slightly, so he walked back to her chair and picked up her wrap and brought it to her and placed it over her shoulders, then led her through the door and shut it behind them. He took her hand and led her over to the right side of the patio to a path that went up the hillside to where the rocks jutted out on that side. Luckily, it wasn't a very steep path so she was able to walk it carefully in her high heels as she wondered why he was taking her up there...then she figured it out when they reached the top. The view of the sunset was spectacular from up here! They could see for miles up the beach as it stretched almost straight westward and the sun looked like it was setting just offshore; it hadn't quite touched the water yet, but was just about to. It looked like a large, glowing, coral colored sphere with billows of purplish pink clouds on either side of it, and throwing an orange, glowing carpet on the water. He moved to stand behind her and wrapped his arms around her, then they watched as the sun was just about to touch the water, and they both started to speak at the same time... "They say...you're supposed to hear...a hiss when the sun touches the water..." She looked up at him as he looked down at her, and they smiled and shook their heads slowly. Then he nudged his head toward the sun and whispered, "Listen..." She looked back at the sun just as it touched the water, and she heard him hiss through his teeth; she started laughing quietly, then she said, "Gee...I really heard it, did you hear that?" as she looked up at him with her eyes wide and her body shaking from her laughter. He looked down at her with mock disappointment and said, "Oh damn, you didn't buy that, huh?" as he grinned and started chuckling. She turned back toward the lowering sun as she stopped laughing, and just relaxed leaning back against his chest as they watched the sun continue to drop like it was sinking slowly down into a hot bath. When it was almost gone, she looked up at him again, her head resting on his left shoulder, and he bent his head down and kissed her tenderly for a few moments. When he raised his head, he said they'd better work their way back down the path before it was completely dark because it would be difficult in the dark. So they glanced at the last of the setting sun again, to remember this moment, and then carefully made their way back down the path to the patio, where shadows were already beginning to darken the area. He led her back inside to the main room, closing the patio door behind them and asked her if she would like some more wine and she nodded yes as she removed her wrap and laid it on the back of the couch, so he poured some in both their glasses and brought hers to her. He told her he needed to clear away the caterer's dishes to be returned, and that it would only take him a couple minutes and he would be right back. She thought this would be a good time to excuse herself so she could remove her panties for his surprise, so she told him she needed to excuse herself for a moment and she'd be right back as well. It only took her a few minutes, and when she came back downstairs, he was in the kitchen putting the rest of their dishes in the kitchen sink. So she stood at the glass doors, sipping her wine as she watched it growing dark outside. She had noticed the soft music playing in the background and she recognized a tune that started playing that was familiar to her and she unconsciously began to hum it and sway slightly. She jumped when she felt his hand on hers that she was holding the wineglass in, and he was taking the glass out of her hand to set it on a nearby table as he said softly, "Dance with me," as his eyes smoldered at her. She turned and melted against his chest as he put his right arm around her waist, bending his lower arm upward so that his large, warm hand was on the middle of her bare back, making her spine tingle. He held her right hand in his left one and started to easily guide her through a slow, swaying dance step as she leaned her head on his right shoulder and just moved with him. She never would've guessed that he was such a smooth dancer! He continued to hold her against him as they danced through that song until the next song, an even slower one, came on. He slowed their rhythm in time to this new song, holding her even tighter and moving them in a slow, circling pattern around the main room. For such a big man, he moved very gracefully and she was having no problem following him...until during a slower part of the dance, he pressed his hips firmly against her as he moved to dip her slightly, and she felt his hard cock pressed against her just above her crotch! She stepped on his foot because her knees went weak, and she looked up at him quickly. His eyes were burning at her as he rumbled sexily, "My dick has been like this since you came down those stairs! As I said, I wanted to ravage you then but that dinner was just too good to go to waste, so are you ready to be ravaged now?" She started breathing heavily, and her eyelids drooped as she whispered softly, "Yes!" Then his hand on her back moved downward as he started to find and lower the zipper on the back of her dress, but she stopped him, and said, "No, you have to undress first." When he frowned in confusion, she said provocatively, "Trust me," and took a few steps back from him to watch. So he relented and unbuttoned and shrugged slowly out of his suit jacket, since he knew she liked the way he did that, and he saw her eyes deepen with desire, then she smiled softly and told him to keep going. She watched his every move as he removed his tie and started to unbutton his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers as he got lower and slowly shrugged it off his shoulders as well, as her eyes started to burn. Then he sat down on the couch just behind him to remove his shoes and socks, then stood up and unbuckled his belt, unfastened and unzipped his trousers. He pushed them off his hips and stepped out of them, and then laid them over the back of the couch with his other clothes. He stood there for a few seconds in his boxers, with his hard dick making a huge bulge in the front as she stared slowly up and down his body with her lustful eyes. He smiled sexily at her as he hooked his thumbs in the waist of his boxers and maneuvered them down until they fell the rest of the way to his ankles, then he stepped out of them, shoving them aside with his foot. Then he looked at her with his eyebrows raised over his smoldering eyes as if to say, "It's your turn!" She smiled provocatively at him again, and reach around behind her waist to lower the zipper, then slowly reached up behind her neck to undo the hooks on the halter-top. The dress was so loose when the zipper was fully lowered, that all she had to do was just let go of the top of the dress and the whole thing just fluttered down around her feet and she stepped sideways out of it. She wasn't prepared for his reaction; his face had that startled look and he groaned, "Oh, my God!" again and sank to his knees on the carpet in front of her, then started breathing heavily and stared up and down her body as his expression changed from startled to like he was about to cum! Then he squeezed his eyes shut for several seconds, taking deep slow breaths. He hadn't quite known what to expect when she removed her dress, but certainly not this! When she let go of the dress and it fell off her to leave her standing there in nothing but a black lace garter belt, the sheer black stockings and the high-heels, he nearly exploded into orgasm! His knees went weak, and the air left his lungs as he groaned "Oh, my God!" and he couldn't do anything but sink to his knees as he stared at her, willing the tingling in his dick and balls to go away. He had to close his eyes and stop looking at her to make that happen, so he shut them tightly and took several deep, slow breaths to regain some control. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 17 She bent down and picked up her dress off the floor to lay it over the back of the couch, then she moved just in front of him and asked softly, "What's the matter, big man? Don't you like what I'm wearing?" What he did next thrilled her and instantly set her on fire. When she moved in front of him, he smelled the sweet scent that she had bathed in mixed with a musky scent that stirred his blood, but through all that, he could smell her pussy and he could tell she was already dripping wet. He opened his eyes and saw her crotch just inches in front of him, and he couldn't stop himself from reaching forward, grabbing her body at her waist and twisting around to shove her down onto the couch. Then he turned himself around on his knees and grabbed her thighs, pulling them up and wide open as he dove down and put his face right into her crotch and licked slowly from her ass all the way up to her clit. He growled deep in his throat; she smelled like a female in heat, and his male animal instincts were driving him to mate with her. She moaned deeply as his tongue raked slowly up her entire slit, ending as he swirled it several times around her sensitive clit, making her hips buck a couple times as she nearly came from her excitement at his unexpected reaction. He was growling as he licked her; he sounded like an animal about to ravage his mate because his instinct was telling him she was in heat. She was in heat—he was making her hot because he seemed unable to control himself around her and that turned her on more than anything. She growled at him, "Fuck me, big man. Put your big dick inside me and fill me with your seed!" He needed no further encouragement. He got up off the floor still holding onto her thighs and put his right knee on the couch, dragging her body sideways, and flipped her over onto her stomach. Then he grabbed and lifted her hips and plunged his huge shaft into her in one powerful thrust. They both groaned loudly as he plowed into her; they were grunting as their animal instincts took over because they needed this quick, hard fuck to relieve the sexual tension that had built in them the second they saw each other dressed up and looking so "civilized." There was nothing "civilized" about the way they craved each other; they could dress up and try to act like normal, civilized people for a short time, but, in the end, this was what they really wanted and needed; to fuck like animals. That force of nature kept driving them to mate every time their bodies were able, and they could ignore that instinct for only so long before one, or both of them would just lose control. He was slamming into her so hard that he was stimulating that same spot deep inside her that made her cum so hard the first time he'd fucked her from behind when she had begged him to do it harder. Her constant moaning stopped as her pussy tightened, and then she sucked in a deep breath and screamed as her body went into convulsions from the waves of pleasure coursing through her. As soon as her pussy tightened on his dick and she screamed, he exploded inside her and he threw his head back and yelled loudly as his back arched and his hips slammed harder into her several times, then he was still. He was holding onto her hips, but the rest of her body was limp, so he leaned down and wrapped his arms around her waist and carefully moved to sit back, reclining into the corner of the couch. She was flopped on top of him, panting heavily even as his own chest heaved, her arms hanging loosely and her legs sprawled on either side of his. Her head was resting on his right shoulder turned toward his neck, and her hair was hanging over her face, so he reached his right hand up to smooth it away from her face. He didn't need to ask her if she was OK, they'd done this enough times now for him to know she was fine and just needed a couple minutes to recover. He stared down at her body as she lay on top of him; he couldn't get over how hot she looked. Her bare breasts rising and falling as her chest heaved a little slower; the lacy, black garter belt circling her waist and hips—the straps framing her golden crotch; and her shapely legs encased in the silky, black stockings. He'd never seen a woman in lingerie this sexy before and he thought she looked even hotter like this than when she was completely naked! He couldn't resist running his hands down the sides of her body, slowly and firmly, closing his eyes and inhaling her scent—memorizing the shape of her body, the feel of her soft skin, the sweet smell of her hair and the scent of the perfume as it mixed with the musky aroma drifting up from between her legs. She moaned softly in response. He growled deep in his throat as he could feel his loins tingling, and he willed his dick to come back to life because he wanted to fuck her again...badly! As if she could read his mind, she slowly moved sideways off his lap and down onto the floor beside him, then went onto her knees between his legs to grab his cock and started licking it; first to clean off all the wetness from having just been inside her, then to suck and stroke his shaft and massage his balls. He reclined back and downward into the couch and spread his legs wide to give her access to wherever she wanted to lick and stroke him; God, it felt so good! He just laid there and enjoyed the feeling of her soft hands stroking his thick shaft and gently massaging his balls, and her warm, soft tongue and lips licking and sucking the head of his dick as he moaned deeply. Within minutes, her thorough attention to his cock and balls had him hard as steel again. She gave one last, hard suck on the head of his cock, making him groan, and then she kissed it softly; and as she climbed up his body, she paused to lick his chest and suck on his nipples, making him groan again as they hardened. Then she crawled over him, straddling his hips on her knees. She placed her hands on the back of the couch for support while he reached down between her legs and placed his dick at her wet opening, then she slowly started to push herself onto his thick shaft. Her eyes closed and her head lifted as her back arched and she moaned deeply from the pleasure she gets every time his huge cock stretches her open as he enters her tight, wet pussy. His moan echoed hers as he, again, savored the feeling of his big dick being squeezed by her soft, slippery pussy. When he was fully inside her, he put his hands on her hips to hold her still for a moment, and she straightened her head and opened her eyes to stare down into his; roaring fires were burning in their eyes. This was yet another aspect to their driving force of nature; they were like a raging wildfire—it would be banked at times after they burned out of control and used up all the fuel, but the fuel would always return to cause combustion again and they would roar back to life and burn hotly for each other. It seemed that nothing could put them out; not even those chilly ocean waves—they just drove them to keep coming back together to ignite the wildfire again. She slowly started to move back and forth; he was reclined on the couch low enough that she was leaning over him like she did in the bathtub back in his hotel room. He was moving his hips with her again, pulling back as she moved forward and thrusting into her as she pushed back, forcing his cock even deeper inside her. She arched her back again, putting her breasts in front of his face and he smiled up at her sexily as he knew what she wanted him to do, so he started kissing her breasts, and then licking and sucking her nipples into his mouth. She was moaning loudly at the sensations of his cock thrusting slowly and deeply inside her and his mouth and tongue on her breasts, and she started shoving herself onto his cock as hard and fast as she could. He responded by thrusting his hips harder and faster into her and sucking on her nipple harder until they were both grunting like animals again. He didn't understand why he still felt such primal lust for her. At times, she set his loins on fire, made his blood boil and sent it surging to his dick until all he wanted was just to fuck her as hard as he could until she screamed in ecstasy, he roared in lust and they both came...just like now...and the time before. He slowly pushed himself back up to more of a sitting position as she leaned against his chest and tried to slow her breathing, as did he. They were sweating and their crotches were dripping with cum and his cock was slipping out of her...again. How many times had they done this now? At least...what...a dozen times or more? And they still could not get enough of each other... Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 18 John Wayne turned his head and leaned his forehead against Diana Maitland's, her head lying on her arm propped on his shoulder as she sat straddling his lap facing him. He breathed heavily and said, "Do me a favor, little girl. As much as I love the way you look in those stockings and that garter belt, please take them off before it kills me!" She grinned and laughed softly and raggedly through her heavy breaths, and said, "OK, because I definitely don't want you dying on me!" She slipped off his lap to his left side and turned around to sit next to him as she nudged the black high-heeled shoes off her feet. Then she unhooked the straps of the garter belt from the stockings and rolled them down her legs, and reached around behind her to unhook the garter belt and removed it from her waist. She just left everything on the floor in front of the couch where she was sitting. He started to watch her as she rolled the stocking off her right leg, but it was making him breath heavier again, so he closed his eyes and laid his head backward on the couch until she finished. She looked at him and grinned and said softly, "It's safe to look now—I'm naked." He kept his head back and his eyes closed and grinned as he rumbled sexily, "That's not exactly safe, either. How about throwing something on just to cover up for a little bit...please?" "OK," she sighed as she looked around for something to put on, then she spotted his white shirt on the back of the couch on the other side of him, so she got up and went to it, took it and put it on. It was huge on her, hanging halfway down her thighs, and the sleeves had to be turned up several times to free her hands. As she buttoned it, she said, "OK, I'm covered now!" He lifted his head and looked at her...that wasn't much better! She had put his shirt on and it was partly open at her chest and fell to her thighs. Damn it...she looked sexy no matter what she wore! He groaned and let his head fall back on the couch again as he grimaced and covered his eyes with his right hand, and said, "Damn it woman...that doesn't help!" She stomped her foot in frustration, and yelled, "Well, what the hell am I supposed to wear? I don't have any other clothes here, except those dresses! Do you want me to put that dress back on?" as she pointed to the black dress on the back of the couch. He groaned and said no. She continued yelling in irritation with her hands on her hips, and then gestured agitatedly at him, "All right then! And how the hell do you think I feel? You're still sitting there completely naked with your glistening, hard body and your huge cock flopped in your lap just begging me to touch it! I'm going upstairs to the bathroom, and when I come back down, you damn well better have your pants on!" She turned and huffed as she stomped out of the room; she heard him laughing softly behind her. "It's not funny!" she yelled as she headed up the stairs. He couldn't help but laugh; she was so cute when she was frustrated, then he groaned quietly as he thought, "And soooo damn sexy!" He realized she was trying her best to placate him and he had completely ignored the fact that she is just as attracted to him as he is to her. He got up off the couch and picked up his pants and went to the small half bath near the front entrance to use the bathroom, clean himself up and rinse some of the sweat off of him at the sink. He realized he forgot to grab his boxers off the floor...oh well, he just put his pants on without them; it always felt strange not to have underwear on under his pants, and he had to remember to be careful with the zipper! He pulled the belt out of the loops, as he didn't really need it to keep them up, they just rode a little lower on his hips and gave him more room in the crotch. When he came out of the bathroom, she was not back yet, so he picked up the rest of their clothing and undergarments and put them all together at one end of the couch, along with their shoes on the floor. He glanced out the glass doors as he caught sight of a slight flash in the distance; it was lightning—a storm was on the horizon and he wondered if it was headed toward them. He opened the patio door and a chilly wind blew in and he figured it was headed their way, so he went out to the beach and took down the big umbrella and brought it up to the patio so it wouldn't get blown away. He glanced at the huge stone fireplace inside and decided to build a fire, so he grabbed several pieces of firewood from a stack on the patio, and brought them in and set them on the hearth. He was just lighting the kindling when she came into the room, still wearing his shirt. She had stomped up to the bathroom, fuming at him; it was like he blamed her because he was so hot for her and he hadn't even considered that he made her just as hot! And now she was, literally, hot under the collar...his collar...of his shirt...that smelled of his cologne...and him... God, he smelled so good! She took a deep whiff of his shirt and her pussy started tingling again...she stomped her foot on the floor in frustration as she sat on the toilet trying to clean herself up, and her pussy was just getting wet again! This was ridiculous! She couldn't even be mad at him when she wanted to be! She removed his shirt for a couple minutes to wash some of the sweat off of her and finished cleaning herself up with a washcloth, as good as she could, and put his shirt and the lacy, black underwear back on, then headed downstairs again. She saw him at the fireplace lighting a fire when she entered the main room again. He had put his pants on as she had requested, or rather demanded, him to do, but his torso was bare...he still looked sexy as hell! She stood there staring at his back, watching his muscles rippling as he put pieces of wood on the fire. She groaned quietly. She would just have to get used to the fact that her pussy stays wet when she's around him and there's nothing she can do about it...except keep changing her underwear...but she only has 2 pair here...then what? Wear his? She sighed heavily as she approached the couch. As she went to sit down, she noticed that a blanket had been spread on the couch and she suddenly realized that it had been there the whole time they had been fucking and she hadn't paid attention to it. She looked at him in front of the fireplace as he was stoking the kindling to get the fire going, and she said, "I see you thought ahead about protecting the couch, good idea." He turned to glance at her and grinned, and then turned back to the fire as he said, "Well, I knew we were going to end up fucking on it at some point, and I didn't want to have to buy my friend a new couch!" he chuckled softly as he said that last part. She chuckled softly as well, then she saw a flash of lightning out over the water through the patio doors, and she frowned and asked him where his cigarettes were. He pointed them out on the table by the patio doors, where their unfinished glasses of wine were sitting as well, and asked her to bring him one. As she walked toward the table, she saw another flash of lightning, and she jumped slightly...storms made her nervous. She'd been watching a storm as a young girl at her bedroom window, when a bolt of lightning struck a large maple tree in her backyard just outside her window, and the shock wave from it had knocked her across the room. She'd been leery of storms ever since. She quickly went to the table and grabbed his cigarettes and lighter and the glasses of wine and headed further into the room across from the couch to sit on the matching love seat, away from the glass doors. Then she pulled out a couple cigarettes and lit them, taking one to him, then returned to the love seat and crouched on it with her feet curled up under her as she nervously dragged on her cigarette and took several gulps of wine. He was watching her and wondered why she seemed so nervous all of a sudden. Then he noticed a flash of lightning that was closer than what he'd seen before and he saw her jump slightly...she was afraid of lightning. The fire was going pretty good, so he got up and went over to sit next to her on the love seat and put his left arm around her and pulled her against his side as he asked softly, "You don't like storms, do you?" She shook her head no, and then told him why. He held her tighter and said, "I guess I'd be a little nervous, too, if that had happed to me." As the storm moved closer and the lightning started getting brighter with loud crashes of thunder, she closed her eyes and tried to keep her breathing normal. She had finished the first cigarette and both glasses of wine, and was on her second cigarette and her nerves were still making her shake slightly. She looked at him with her eyes wide and asked him if there was any liquor in the house. He told her there was and asked her what she wanted; she said anything, and then asked him to just bring her the bottle and a glass. He got up and went over to a bar near the wall behind the love seat and found a bottle of whiskey and a tumbler and brought them to her. She had set her cigarette in the ashtray, so she grabbed the bottle and the glass and poured the tumbler about half full and started to gulp it down. He stared at her for a moment, frowning, then gently put his hand on hers and forced her to take the glass away from her mouth. He took the glass out of her right hand and the bottle out of her left hand, and set them on the coffee table in front of them; he decided there was a much better way to take her mind off the storm. He leaned across her and picked up her cigarette and took a long drag on it and handed it to her, as it was almost gone; she took one last drag and then put it out. He picked up the glass of whiskey and threw what was left of it into his mouth and let it sit for a couple seconds then swallowed it. He put the glass down, stood up and picked her up off the love seat, and carried her over to lay her down on a soft rug in front of the fireplace. He lay down next to her and kissed her tenderly for a few moments; it seemed strange to him at first that their mouths tasted exactly the same—of cigarettes and whiskey. Then he raised his head and told her to keep her eyes closed and just concentrate on what she felt. Then he sat up and started to unbutton his shirt down the front of her body and just pushed it to her sides. He admired the black panties she had on, and grinned as he realized she had purposely removed them earlier so she could reveal herself to him in just the garter belt, stockings and high heels...the little minx! Then he leaned down on his left side and started kissing her neck and chest, caressing her breasts with his right hand as he moved his head lower to kiss and lick her breasts, sucking firmly on her nipples until they were hard. She was sighing softly as she clutched his head to her chest with her hands. Then he trailed his right hand down her stomach, worked his fingers under the elastic of her panties and stretched it so he could reach down into her pussy and rub his fingers up and down her wet slit. She spread her legs and brought her knees up as she moaned softly, and was drowned out by a loud clap of thunder. As he continued to rub his fingers in her pussy, he alternated between kissing her mouth and moving down to kiss, lick and suck her breasts. The storm was beginning to rage around them now, and he could tell she needed more to help take her mind off the bright flashes of lightning and the loud rumbles of thunder. He could see she was getting nervous again, so he sat up and peeled her panties from her hips and down her legs and off of her. Then he moved onto his knees beside her shoulders and bent down with his elbows on either side of her hips, placing his forearms under her raised thighs and used his fingers to spread her pussy open, then started licking his tongue up and down her. She started to moan a little louder, so that she could be heard above the storm. He concentrated on her clit, and occasionally moved further down to stroke his tongue in and out of her wet hole, but her hips were moving like she needed to feel more movement inside her. So, he braced himself on his left elbow and brought his right arm around in front of her leg so he could reach down and put his index and middle fingers into her pussy and stroke them in and out. He kept licking and sucking on her clit while he fucked his fingers in and out of her, bending his middle finger up to stroke that spot that makes her cum so hard. After just a few minutes of this, she bucked her hips hard a few times and screamed as he felt another squirt of liquid on his hand, and then her scream was muffled by a loud boom of thunder. He raised up sitting on his knees and leaning over her while he continued to stroke his fingers in and out of her through her orgasm while her body writhed slowly, then he withdrew them from inside her. She lay there panting, and her knees collapsed out to the sides, spreading her pussy open even more. There was another bright flash of lightning and an instantaneous "BOOM" from a close strike and she jerked and gave a little yelp as her eyes popped open in fear. He had to take her mind off the storm; his dick was hard again and there was only one thing left he could do. She turned her head to look at him as he lifted up on his knees, carefully unzipped his pants and crawled out of them; she had a look of desperation on her face as he moved around to position himself between her legs. As soon as he moved over her, she reached down and grabbed his dick and pulled him into her, moving her hands to his ass as soon as he started to enter her, grasping him roughly as she shoved him inside her as fast and hard as she could, groaning deeply. She looked up into his eyes and pleaded softly, "Just fuck me...make it go away...make everything go away. So there's just you...with your big cock moving inside me...make love to me..." He leaned down and kissed her tenderly for a couple minutes as he started to move slowly in and out of her as the lightning flashed and the thunder rolled all around them outside. He continued to fuck her slowly as he lifted his head just far enough to see her face, and made his voice soft but loud enough to be heard over the storm, as he said, "Open your eyes, little girl." She slowly opened them with a slight frown on her face. He continued gently, "There is no storm outside. The only storm is the one going on right here...between us. It's just you, and me...with my cock moving inside you, in the soft firelight. Can you feel the fire burning between us?" Her face relaxed as she listened to him; as she nodded her head, he saw the flames came up in her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her softly and deeply for a few minutes as he slowly increased the pace of his thrusting. Then he raised his head and said huskily, "My body burns for you and my soul maintains the fire of my desire for you. Even when my body is not capable of fucking you, I still want you so badly. I still crave the feeling of my big cock sliding in and out of your silky, tight pussy." His eyes closed and he lifted his head as he moaned deeply from his concentration on the feelings he was describing to her. He hoped this was working as well for her as it was for him! God, how she loved to watch his eyes as he described his desire for her; she loved how sexy he looked when his eyes burned at her like that. And when he closed his eyes and moaned as he lifted his head with such a look of pleasure on his face, it sent flames roaring through her body. She was only dimly aware of the storm outside now; she was just watching his face and concentrating on the throbbing pleasure between her legs as he continued to thrust his magnificent cock in and out of her, gradually getting deeper and harder. She started moving her hips with him, and they settled into a nice, deep, rolling movement that mashed their pubic mounds together, keeping her clit constantly stimulated, and she started to moan deeply. He looked down at her again as soon as he started to feel her hips moving, and he rumbled sexily, "That's it, little girl, move with me. Feel my big cock moving deeper into you, and your clit rubbing on me. Oh yeah, that feels so good, doesn't it?" as he heard her start to moan, and it drove him to thrust as hard as he could, grinding his pelvis into hers. He groaned and then growled at her, "Take it, little girl. Take my big, hard dick deep inside you! Oh, God, I love you and how I love fucking you! Cum for me, little girl, because I'm about to and I can't stop...Oh, God!" His eyes closed, his back arched and his hips slammed into her several times, then he groaned loudly as he felt her pussy tighten on his dick just as he shot into her, and the pulsing of her muscles almost made it feel like she was milking the cum out of his cock. When his orgasm ended, he slowly lowered himself to lay on top of her with his forearms under her shoulders and neck to support most of his weight, as he rested his head against hers, tucked sideways at his neck and shoulder. She had her arms wrapped around his back under his arms and her legs wrapped around his legs, and she felt completely protected by him. She started to become aware that the storm seemed to be abating; the lightning was not as frequent and bright and the thunder was not as loud. She was firmly stroking his back, which was coated with a sheen of sweat; she wasn't sure if it was because of the heat they had generated or the heat from the fireplace just several feet away from them—probably both. At the same time, they both became aware that sweat was collecting on the front of their bodies as they were pressed tightly together. She relaxed her arms down to his sides and unwrapped her legs from around his as he lifted up to put some space between them. They both looked at each other, noting the damp hair around their faces, the sweat running down their necks, dripping off his chest and onto hers as they breathed slowly and deeply. Their eyes were heavy lidded and they smiled sexily at each other, liking the way they looked in this afterglow—both of them wishing they could fuck again...right now. They both groaned softly as he pulled out of her, and he moved a few feet back from the fireplace to get away from the heat as he leaned against the front of the couch sitting on the floor. She rolled off the soft rug onto the carpet in the same direction, ending up on her back again as she propped her feet up and tilted her hips upward for a minute. His shirt got twisted around her slightly as she rolled, so she straightened it out and laid the sides down the front of her body to cover her breasts, but didn't button it. Then she noticed as she looked between her propped, spread legs that he was sitting facing her just a few feet away, staring at her crotch. Then he looked at her face and smiled wryly, and said, "It doesn't help to cover your breasts when I'm still staring straight at your pussy right in front of me!" She grinned and laughed softly as she realized he had a point, and he laughed quietly as well. He started to get up, then said, "Besides that, you're about to make a mess of my friend's carpet," as he pulled the blanket off the couch and dragged it to her to slide under her ass before she leaked onto the carpet. Then he walked to the half bath and grabbed a couple hand towels for them. When he returned, he handed one to her as he started to wipe himself off. As she took it and started wiping between her legs, she said, "Look, this is only enough to clean between my legs and whatever else comes streaming out of me. I need to rinse off...and so do you!" He looked at her and frowned, then put his hands on his hips and said loudly and firmly, "Damn it, woman, I'm not through fucking you yet, and I'm not going to take a shower until we're ready to go to sleep! And I happen to like the way you smell after we've had sex, so I'm not going to let you take one until then either!" Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 18 Her eyes widened, then she grinned and furrowed her brows as she chuckled softly and said, "OK, OK!" Then she smiled sexily and said, "I guess I kind of like the way you smell, too...and the way your body looks when you're all sweaty. It is verrry sexy..." as she stared at him, seeing the sheen of sweat on his face, neck and shoulders and the wetness of his chest with his sparse hair sticking to it, making him look like an athlete just after a heavy workout. Then her eyes moved down his body to his crotch and she stared at his cock as if mesmerized for a few seconds, then shook her head slightly and looked back up at his face and pleaded, "Would you at least put your shorts back on, please?" He grinned and chuckled, and said, "All right," the way she'd heard him say it in some of his movie scenes, and it made her breath catch as she watched him walk over to get his boxers and put them on. Then he went and picked up her black panties off the floor and tossed them to her and made a slight gesture with his head and crooked one of his eyebrows, as he said, "But you have to put yours back on, too." He saw a stunned expression come over her face as she stared at him and she was breathing heavily. He frowned in confusion as he asked her, "What?" She had seen him make that same gesture and expression in so many of his movies before, and she had always thought he looked so sexy when he did that! She closed her eyes for a moment to calm her breathing, then she looked at him and said, "You really do put so much of yourself into your movie characters! That move you just made with your head and crooking one of your eyebrows when you spoke—I've seen you do that so many times in your movies, and I've just always thought it was so...you...and so sexy! It just threw me off to be seeing you do it in person and not on a movie screen! I'm sorry, you just have no idea how all of this seems so...surreal to me sometimes!" as she shook her head, frowning, and slipped her black panties on while still laying on her back, then sat up. He laughed shortly, but still frowning, at her last comments. He tended to forget that she still saw him as her movie idol...her dream of the "ideal man," and that she had never expected to get this close to him. Yes, he could see how all of this would seem very surreal for her. One thing that scared him was that this was all VERY REAL for him; this time with her and the things they've done and the range of emotions he has experienced have been so far beyond anything he could've imagined in his fantasies. His fantasies would've been based on things he'd experienced in his past, and nothing he'd experienced before this came anywhere close to being as wildly exciting and downright scary as hell at times. It was like being on the back of an untamed bronc that refused to be broken! He was just going to have to keep holding on and hope he would eventually break her and convince her they belonged together. She was staring at him and trying to read the look on his face, but she couldn't tell what he was thinking. He looked thoughtful, and somewhat sad and worried, but she could see that he was not going to tell her whatever he was thinking. They both looked away from each other at the same time and glanced at the glass doors, and they both noticed that the storm was just about gone. They couldn't really see any flashes of lightning any more and could only hear an occasional rumble of thunder in the distance coming from the front of the house. And they could see a soft light out on the beach where the clouds had cleared and the moon was shining in the eastern sky down the beach. He moved toward her and held his right hand down to her to help her stand up, so she put her left hand in his and he pulled her easily to her feet. Then he put his hands under her arms and lifted her up against his body until they were face to face, then slid his arms around her body under his shirt hanging loosely on her when she hooked her arms over his shoulders and around his neck. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist as they stared into each other's eyes, and just enjoyed the feeling of her breasts crushed against his slightly sweaty chest. They also realized that the radio was still on, having been drowned out by the storm earlier, and she closed her eyes and sighed as she heard the first strains of "Clair de Lune" start to play. Then she opened her eyes and said softly, "How perfect." He looked at her with his eyes widened slightly and asked, "You know this tune?" "Of course. It's 'Clair de Lune' by Debussy. It means 'moonlight'—that's why I said it was perfect! It's one of my most favorite melodies...it's so stirring and so..." "Romantic?" he finished in his deep, gravelly voice, as he looked at her with passion in his eyes. She nodded her head slowly as her eyes mirrored his. He rumbled quietly, "I know. It's one of my favorites, too." He walked them over to the hi-fi and turned it up a little louder, then turned around and walked over to a padded chair in front of a large window beside the fireplace where the moonlight was streaming in between the open curtains. He set her down on her feet, then he sat in the chair and pulled her sideways onto his lap so that her face was bathed in the moonlight. He started to kiss her tenderly as they listened to the haunting strains of the beautiful, romantic nocturne they both loved so. They looked at each other between kisses, their faces reflecting their feelings during the different sections of the piece. The stirring, slower first part that built in intensity made them reflect on how their intense desire for each other seems to continue to build. The middle, more romantic movement reminded them of how surprised they were to discover how much they loved each other. The last part a, seemingly sad, repeat of the first section of the song made them think about their unresolved decision regarding the future. A mist of tears came into both their eyes as they stared at each other and kissed softly as they wished the future could be revealed to them and they would know whether or not they were meant to be together. As the song ended, he closed his eyes and trailed his hand down her body to caress her lower abdomen over her panties, saying another silent prayer to himself, hoping that she was already pregnant. She put her right hand to his face to caress his left cheek, and he opened his eyes to look at her. As he stared at her face, he started to think about some of the things he had never experienced before or changed his mind about since he met her. No woman had ever kissed or licked the palm of his hand (or anywhere on his hand for that matter!) before her and he had never known just how sensitive his palms were. Since she'd done that, he'd started to pay attention to just how good it did feel to him as his hand caressed her body, especially her breasts. And no other woman had ever licked his body, especially his chest, and sucked on his nipples; and, while he knew his were not as sensitive as hers, it felt good and he had an inkling of what it must feel like for her since it was so much more intense for her. And that orgasm she gave him when she massaged his perineum—that just knocked him for a loop! He felt like he finally knew what it was like to have HIS brains fucked out! They say that most men's brains somewhat cease to function when their dicks take over, but he'd never felt that way with other women. He'd always wanted to stay in control so he could be sure to please them, since most of them had not been as comfortable with sex as she was, nor had they wanted him as badly as she—holy shit...what a revelation! Now he knew why he craved her so badly and would lose control with her—he didn't have to TRY to please her—he just did. His instincts told him what she wanted and needed and he didn't really have to think about what to do; his reactions to her came just as naturally as breathing air into his lungs and his heart beating—although she also had the capacity to interrupt those functions when she displayed her intense desire for him—which was why he would lose control! She had always desired him intensely, probably even worse than he desired her—no, not possible! Marlene had desired him, and he had desired her, but he had felt the need to impress her to make her continue to want him so he had never lost control with Marlene, either. Marlene had been such a sensuous woman that he had wanted to have sex with her as often as they could, but he never craved to be inside her like he does with Diana. And even though Marlene had been a very sensual partner, she had not been as adventurous as Diana. Hell, Diana had taught him things he'd never heard of or would even have thought to try. Before he met Diana, he would never have let himself fuck a woman he just met and knew nothing about, or contemplated getting her pregnant as a way to make her stay with him! Husbands and wives were supposed to have children to create a family and to affirm the stability of their commitment to each other. Granted, it still doesn't always work out that way for a lot of people, like himself. But he still wanted a stable marriage when he thought he found the right woman—and he was convinced she's the one. So, that's why he's not letting himself be bothered by the fact that he's trying to impregnate her despite the fact that they just met and she's told him that she doesn't want to marry him! Maybe he could tease her and make her feel guilty that she has turned some of his morals upside down and try to convince her that now she has to "make an honest man out of him"—whether or not she gets knocked up! He grinned as he thought about that; she's been turning the tables on him by doing things he would never have expected—it was time for him to try turning the tables on her! Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 19 Diana Maitland watched John Wayne's face as he stared at her. She was sitting in his lap in a chair in front of a large window with the moonlight streaming in, bathing them in a soft glow along with the firelight beside and slightly behind them. She was still wearing his shirt, unbuttoned, and her underwear, and he was in nothing but his boxer shorts. It looked like he was thinking about a thousand different things—all having to do with her! When he finally grinned devilishly, she thought, "What the hell is he thinking now?" He stopped grinning and put a mock look of hurt on his face as he took his arms from around her and folded them across his chest and started talking with a low, sexy voice that sounded slightly petulant, "You said it was ridiculous for me to feel like a 'dirty old man' for seducing a little girl like you! Well, I think you got it completely backward; you're a sexy, young goddess who has seduced a poor, aging movie idol who is starving for affection and yearns for a loving wife. And all you want from me is just to fuck you with my big cock! You're taking advantage of me...and I'm not going to fuck you any more until you say you'll marry me!" She sat there, not quite knowing whether she wanted to laugh...or hit him! The look on his face was like that of a pouty little boy, but the tone of his voice sounded more sexy than petulant; and he threatened to withhold sex unless she agrees to MARRY HIM?! She decided to hit him; she leaned back and balled her right hand into a fist and punched him as hard as she could on his left upper arm. "Owwww!" he yelled, as he frowned and looked at her and rubbed his upper arm with his right hand. He yelled again, "What the hell was that for? And where the hell did you learn to hit like that?!!" as he continued to frown, but with a wary look on his face as well. She had clasped her hand to her mouth and her eyes went wide when she heard him yell; she didn't think she'd hit him that hard! She said a muffled "I'm sorry!" behind her hand with a slight laugh. Then she took her hand away from her mouth and frowned worriedly as she looked at him and asked, "Did that really hurt?" He nodded yes very quickly with his eyebrows raised and his forehead tightly wrinkled from still trying to frown at the same time. She said she was sorry again and moved his right hand away so she could look at his arm; there was a slightly pinkish area on his skin where she had punched him. He asked her again, "How the hell did you learn to throw a punch like that?" He wasn't going to ask her again why she did it...he already knew why...because he'd tried to push marriage on her. It just dawned on him that he'd just tried to force Diana to agree to marry him when just two days ago he had been thinking of marrying someone else...oh God, he'd completely forgotten about Pilar! Thank God he'd already been frowning because his arm hurt, so Diana couldn't have seen on his face what had just popped into his mind. She leaned down and kissed his arm softly where she hit him, then brought her right hand up to rub it softly as she said, "I told you that all the kids in my neighborhood teased and picked on me because I was one of the youngest and smallest. Well, my youngest brother took me aside when I was 7 and he was 17 and taught me how throw a really good first punch, so that if I got tired of someone who just wouldn't leave me alone, I could hit them really hard so they'd, hopefully, leave me alone and also think really hard about trying to hit me back! I can throw a few good, hard punches, but I'd be no match for someone any bigger than me for very long—I'd still get my ass kicked! But I did manage to scare off a couple of bullying boys who just wouldn't leave me alone!" she finished, grinning at him. He was still frowning slightly, but with a slight grin on his face as well as he thought, "She still manages to surprise me...just when I'm beginning to think I know everything about her!" Then he thought, "Damn it! This 'turning the tables on her' thing just doesn't work—she's too smart!" He laughed softly and shook his head as he said, "You know, maybe the reason boys weren't interested in you back then was because those bullies you punched told all the other boys they'd better not mess with you because you'd hurt them! Your brother taught you well; was he a boxer or something?" he asked as he rubbed the sore spot on his arm again. She'd started to laugh slightly when he made his first comment, then raised her eyebrows and answered, "No. He was the youngest kid for a while, too, and he never liked anyone picking on him, and fighting just sort of came naturally to him as a way to make people leave him alone. He would never pick on anyone else or start fights, but he sure as hell finished them whenever anyone started anything with him. He's a big guy now, so nobody messes with him any more, but he'll still stand up for other people if anyone starts trying to pick a fight for no good reason. He kind of reminds me of your movie characters in that sense...I've always liked the idea of strong men who don't look for trouble, but they'll sure as hell try to keep anyone else from causing it!" She glanced at his arm again and noticed that his skin was a darker pink than before, and she frowned and groaned, and said, "Oh, I hope I didn't leave a bruise on you! I guess I should be relieved you didn't hit me back!" He frowned at her and said, "Why would you think I would hit you back? You should know me better than that! I'll admit I've had to smack a woman a couple times because she was trying to beat on me or shoot at me...but I'd never just haul off and punch a woman—no matter how badly she deserved it!" She looked at him grinning and laughing softly as she asked, "Did you think I deserved it for punching you so hard for no good reason?" He got that pouty little boy look on his face again, and rumbled softly and sexily, "Yes! But I have a much better way to get you back...like this..." as his eyes started to smolder at her. Her breath caught in her throat at the look in his eyes...oh, she hoped he was going to do what it looked like he wanted to do! As he continued to stare at her with his smoldering eyes, he moved them to the floor in front of the chair, laying her on her back with his shirt open, leaving her breasts bare. He remained upright on his knees and moved to crouch sideways over her right leg. Then he ran his left hand all the way down her left leg, from her hip to her ankle. When he got to her ankle, he wrapped his big hand completely around her ankle and lifted it up in front of him, looked at her with that devilish glint in his eyes again...and started tickling the bottom of her foot! She shrieked as her body went into convulsions...oh God, how she hated having her feet tickled! She had very ticklish feet and her mother had tortured her as a little girl by tickling her feet to make her laugh and get her over a bad mood when some kid had picked on her and made her cry. It had worked, but she still hated the feet tickling! She couldn't move her right leg at all because he had it pinned under him; she could only flail her arms and upper body, as she half laughed, half screamed and yelled at him between shrieks of laughter. "PLEASE! STOP! I HATE THIS!...PLEASE...OH, PLEASE...NO!...OH, GOD... PLEASE...STOP!!!" Tears of frustration came into her eyes, and she took as deep a breath as she could and wailed, "I'M GONNA HIT YOU AGAIN!" She had started to feel like he was picking on her and, as big as he was, there was no way she could make him stop. He had been laughing heartily at her the whole time, but as soon as she said she was going to hit him again, he dropped her foot and spun around on his knees to face her, and backed up as quickly as he could with his eyes wide. She lay there, blinking her eyes and panting, trying to catch her breath—breathing like he had just fucked her hard again, but without the benefit of the afterglow of an orgasm! Now she really was pissed at him! She got up and stood in front of him with his shirt hanging open and her hands on her hips as she yelled angrily at him, "Don't you ever do that to me again! I hate that! My feet are very sensitive and you nearly made me piss in my pants! And I've only got 2 pair! Is it not bad enough that my pussy stays wet around you and makes me mess up my underwear, that now you want to make me piss in them too?!! And the next time you threaten to withhold sex from me, I'll...so help me...!" On her last statement, she lifted her right hand from her hip and pointed her finger at him and moved right in front of him to poke his chest when she said "...you threaten to withhold sex..." then balled her up her fist and pulled her shoulder back from him with her arm bent like she was going to throw a punch on "...so help me." Two seconds later, she burst out laughing with him...she couldn't help it—he looked so funny! He was surprised at first—he realized she was really pissed—and he wasn't sure what she was going to do next...he just hoped she wouldn't hit him again! Then he almost busted out laughing the second she said that he'd nearly made her piss her pants, and it just kept getting harder for him not to laugh from the expressions on her face and every word that came out of her mouth after that! Then, when she poked him in the chest and threatened him with her fist drawn back on her last statement, he was surprised at her audacity and almost stopped laughing until he saw her start to chuckle; two seconds later, they both burst out laughing! He was watching her as they laughed; she would throw her head and shoulders back and shriek with laughter, then bend forward to hold her stomach. As she started to calm down a little, she just stood still for several seconds with her head thrown back, her shoulders shaking from her soft laughs, his shirt hanging open down the sides of her body with her breasts jutting forward slightly and her hands on her black panties holding her lower abdomen. He sobered quickly and just stared at her, breathing heavily; she was just...so fucking sexy! He could feel his dick stirring again. Then he started to think about her audacity at threatening to punch him if he threatened to withhold sex from her—he knew she meant it as a joke, but he was going to remind her that she could never make good on her threat! He got up off his knees and moved right in front of her just as she was opening her eyes and the last of her laughter was dying. He brought his hands up to the sides of her breasts and said slowly and matter-of-factly, "I hate to tell you this, little girl, but if I wanted to withhold sex from you, there's not a damn thing you could do about it. Yes, you could punch me a few times and maybe hurt your hand, but that's about it," he finished sexily as he caressed her breasts and ginned smugly as his dick continued to harden. As soon as she saw his face, she instantly sobered at the look in his eyes; he looked sexy and smug at the same time. Her eyebrows lifted as she listened to him; was he teasing her or testing her, or did he just want to piss her off again?! Did he want her to hit him? By the time he was through speaking, her eyes were narrow slits, then she said just as slowly and matter-of-factly, "You may be right about that," as she stepped back on her right foot, twisting the right side of her body slightly away from him. Then she continued, "By the way, didn't you say that the second you saw me, it felt like you'd been punched in the gut? Did it feel anything like this?" she said quickly through her teeth as she threw her right shoulder back with her arm drawn up to her waist and then twisted the whole right side of her body with her right arm moving forward, punching her fist into the middle of his stomach as hard as she could. He saw it coming at the last second, too late to do anything other than tighten his stomach muscles as much as he could; it still made him bend over slightly from the force and caused a breath of air to whoosh out of his lungs. It took a few seconds as he straightened up to look down at her with a mixture of angry warning and surprise in his eyes with his fists clenched at his sides. Then he brought his right hand up to point his finger angrily in her face as his eyes narrowed and he spoke through his clenched teeth, "If you were a man, you realize you'd be on the floor right now, don't you?" He was just as surprised as he was angry; she'd punched him a lot harder than he'd thought she was capable of! Even so, he couldn't believe she'd actually had the gall to do it—was she crazy?!!! He could kill her with his bare hands if he wanted to—but he was starting to want something else; his dick was still getting hard from just looking at her as desire started to mix with his anger. His shirt was still hanging open down the front of her body and her breasts were mostly bare, rising and falling from her heavy, nervous breathing, her face reflecting surprise and fear. His desire was fueling his anger because he didn't want to desire her right now—he was mad as hell! He wanted to punish her—he decided to do it by dragging her upstairs to throw her on that big bed and fuck her hard until she begged him to stop because she couldn't take any more—then he might think about it! She stood there rubbing her aching right fist after smashing it into his rock-hard abs, her eyes widening as she realized what she'd just done. The look on his face was menacing and she started to breathe heavily with fear while she waited to see what he was going to do. When he asked her if she realized she'd be on the floor if she was a man, she widened her eyes even more and nodded. Suddenly, an angry fire roared to life in his eyes and he growled menacingly at her, "You're gonna get it for that!" He bent down suddenly and put his right shoulder to her middle and wrapped his right arm behind her knees, then stood back up throwing her body over his right shoulder and slapped her ass soundly with his left hand as he started toward the stairs. He stomped upstairs and straight into the master bedroom, flipping on the light switch, then flung her down on the bed and growled at her, "If you don't want those panties ripped off you then you'd better get them off before I get to you!" Then he shoved his boxers off his hips and down his legs to step out of them. She quickly peeled the panties off her and threw them aside just as he was crawling onto the bed. He moved purposefully toward her, grabbing her thighs and leveraging them up as he moved between her legs on his knees. He lifted her legs high enough to line his dick up with her pussy, then jerked her legs hard toward him as he shoved his hips toward her, forcing his thick shaft inside her, and she groaned at his sudden, rough entry. He still looked angry; his teeth were gritted and the fire in his eyes only held a hint of desire—the rest was anger. He continued to grasp her thighs tightly and painfully as he started to drive his dick into her as hard as he could, and growled at her through his gritted teeth, "Don't you ever punch me again! I almost decked you for that, but I don't hit women—I fuck them—but you deserve at least a spanking, and I think I'll do just that!" With that, he pulled out of her, flipped her over and forced her up on her hands and knees, pushing his shirt up her back, then proceeded to ram in and out of her slowly, slapping her ass cheeks hard with his hands when he pulled out of her, then grabbing her hips and shoving his big dick deeply into her as hard as he could! She thought she should be feeling fear and humiliation at his anger and from his spanking her, but instead, she was more excited than she had ever felt—it fucking turned her on! She was groaning loudly and deeply with each hard thrust of his big cock into her and moaning sexily when he slapped her ass. The stinging on her ass cheeks just heightened the throbbing pleasure that was radiating all through her lower abdomen and ass. He could hardly believe how she was reacting to this punishment; he'd thought she would've been afraid and begging him to stop, and humiliated that he was spanking her, and he had expected her to cry. But instead, she was moaning and groaning like it was one of the best fucks he'd given her so far. When he pulled out of her to slap her ass again, he asked her in his low, menacing voice, "You're enjoying this, aren't you, you bad little girl?" She moaned yes, so he slapped her ass as hard as he could, making her moan louder; her ass cheeks were bright pink from his spanking—he was sure she had to be hurting! Then he realized he wasn't "punishing" her—he was giving her exactly what she wanted—a hard fuck with his big dick! He suddenly saw the irony as to how this stupid argument had gotten started in the first damn place—because he'd threatened to withhold sex from her; just look how capable he was of making good on his threat! He could no more withhold sex from her than she could from him—it almost felt like it was starting to become the whole basis of their relationship! He knew he loved her and cared about her, but more than anything, he wanted and needed to fuck her—whenever and however he could! Then he asked her in his low, sexy voice, "Does your ass hurt from my spanking?" She replied that it stung a little, then he got an idea how he could make it feel better, so he asked her softly, "Would you like me to make your ass feel better?" She asked him how, and he rumbled sexily, "Trust me," and she moaned softly as her excitement increased. He crouched on his lower legs to lean down and lick her ass while he gently rubbed her ass cheeks with his hands to soothe the stinging. She was sighing and moaning, and after a couple minutes or so he could feel her asshole had relaxed and felt very pliable. He took his right index and middle fingers and slid them into her pussy a few times, coating them in her juices, then he raised up on his knees and trailed his fingers from her pussy up to her asshole as she moaned deeply. He paused with his fingers poised at her ass while he lifted his right leg to place his foot to her right, and took his left hand and guided his dick back to her wet pussy, then slowly started to slide his middle finger into her ass at the same time he started to slide his dick back into her pussy. He heard her start to groan deeply, and then she breathed, "Oh, my God!" as she bent her arms and went down onto her elbows and forearms, putting her ass higher in the air and making it easier for him to move his finger in and out of her ass. He kept his left hand on her left hip to help steady him while he pumped his dick in and out of her pussy and thrust his middle finger in and out of her ass. After a minute or so, she started rocking her body back and forth to meet the thrusts of his dick and finger, and she moaned that she wanted to feel more in her ass. So, he put his index finger under his middle finger and started to work both of them into her ass, as she started to moan constantly, "Ohhhh...ohhh...ohhh..." Then she started slamming her body back against him, screaming, "YES...YES...YES...!!!! OH, GOOOOOD...!!!!" He felt her pussy clamp around his dick and he just kept pumping away as hard as he could with both his fingers and his dick. She let out a loud continuous groan as her body went limp and her pussy started to contract harder than he'd ever felt it before, and her ass muscles had done just the opposite; relaxed completely so that he probably could have fit most of his fingers into her! He was amazed at her body's reaction again and didn't even realize he had stopped moving, with his fingers still in her ass and his dick still buried in her pussy. He'd been so caught up in what he was doing to her and how much she was enjoying it that he hadn't even come close to an orgasm; his dick was still rock-hard inside her, and he didn't even care that he hadn't cum—in fact, he was glad—he wanted to fuck her all night...all day...every day...forever... Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 19 He pulled his fingers out of her ass and slowly backed his hard dick out of her pussy, then supported her hips as she slowly flattened out onto her stomach, breathing heavily. He was taking deep, steady breaths but he didn't feel winded at all; rather, he felt invigorated—he was ready to go again as soon as she was able. Fuck that...she wouldn't have to do anything but lie there! He rolled her over onto her back and crawled on top of her, spreading her legs and slid his dick back into her. She had kept her eyes closed when he rolled her over, her body just flopping wherever he moved her. When she felt him move on top of her, spreading her legs, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. His eyes were burning into hers as he slid his still hard cock into her again and started fucking her slowly and deeply as he leaned down and kissed her gently. She had only just started to recover from her orgasm, but when she saw the look in his eyes and felt him start to move inside her again as he leaned down to kiss her, he ignited her passion. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back passionately, and propped her feet up to move her hips with his. He had expected her to just lie there and let him fuck her however he wanted, but when she wrapped her arms around him and started kissing him back passionately, and brought her feet up to move her hips with his, he immediately felt that magical connection to her, and they melted into each other again. This was a dance they knew well now; their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their hearts beat in perfect rhythm and their souls echoed the same soft sighs and moans. They need and enjoy those hot, hard fucks, but they still craved the connection they feel when they make love like this. It reminded them that they do want and need more from each other than just sex. They could have hot, hard, satisfying sex with anyone they were attracted to, but they knew they would never find anyone else that they would feel this connection with ever again...and it scared them. They made slow, passionate love for a while—changing positions every so often so neither one of them would tire too quickly. He had removed his shirt from her the first time she moved on top of him and tossed it to the other side of the huge bed. They rolled all over that half of the bed that he had tossed the bedspread and sheet off of earlier that day. They said very little, other than to murmur or sigh, "I love you," every so often when a particular stroke, position or kiss made the connection of their hearts and souls feel as tangible as the connection of their bodies. He was back on top of her again, rolling his hips into hers, sliding his cock slowly and deeply into her when he finally felt an orgasm coming on. He looked down at her, and said huskily as he started to thrust deeper, "God, how I love you, Diana Maitland. I'll never love anyone like this again! I need you...Ohhhhh, how I need you...!" he moaned as he came inside her, thrusting harder into her a few times. The look on his face and his deeper thrusting started an orgasm building in her, and when he used her name when he said he loved her and needed her in his deep, gravelly voice, she was right there with him when he came inside her. Her orgasm was more of a gentle, emotional release and tears came into her eyes as she felt the depth of his love for her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as her pussy softly throbbed on his cock. He lifted his head and looked down at her and saw the tears shimmering in her eyes; he could see they weren't tears of sadness, just their deep feelings causing an emotional response for her. He remembered that he had promised to tell her how he knew her so well when she had asked him just as they started dinner earlier. He kissed her tenderly and said softly, "Remember you asked me how I knew you so well earlier?" She nodded slowly and he continued, "You're my soul mate—remember? My other half. The more I learn about you, the more I understand just how alike we are...how could I not know you well?" Just as he had thought, more tears came into her eyes, and so did the sadness and fear. "Please don't cry, Diana. I know how scared you are; I am, too. We'll have plenty of time for sadness and pain later. Don't let it ruin what we have right now. We still have about 24 hours to create a lifetime of beautiful memories together...in case that's all we end up with. Let's not be sad; let's just enjoy our time together." He caressed her right cheek with his left hand as he spoke softly to her. She closed her eyes as she listened to him; he made perfect sense. They had no idea how this weekend would end, and they shouldn't let their fears of that intrude on what they feel right now. She felt him use his thumb to gently wipe the tears away from her eyes, then she opened them and looked up at him and smiled, and he smiled back at her. He lifted himself partially and then bent down to kiss her softly before moving completely off of her and out of her, and she kept her legs bent and her hips tilted upward...again. He grinned at her as he got up off the bed and told her he'd be right back as he excused himself to the bathroom and closed the door. She hoped he wouldn't be too long; she needed to go very badly herself! He took several minutes in the bathroom—some things just can't be rushed! He used the time to think about everything that had happened in the last couple of hours or so since dinner. He had never experienced such a range of emotions in so short a period of time. He went from downright animalistic lust the second she dropped her dress on the floor, fucking her like it was mating season—to worrying and caring for her at her uneasiness because of the storm—to a deepening of his love for her as they listened to "Clair de Lune"— then to a teasing playfulness that morphed into instant anger when she punched him in the stomach, and he had wanted to punish her! Then when he realized he was not punishing her, suddenly his anger evaporated and he wanted to bring her even more pleasure, which brought them back to their magical connection. He felt he was still holding onto the back of that untamed bronc, still wondering if she would ever be broken...he was beginning to think that he didn't want to break her...he was starting to enjoy the wild ride. But how long could he keep it up? And what would it do to her if he did end up breaking her? Some wild horses that fight so hard against being broken end up losing all their spirit when they finally give up, and they're just not the same after that. They become a docile, spiritless animal that makes a good mount for older people or young children on trail rides, but they're no good for anyone who appreciates a spirited creature—like he does. He couldn't bear the thought of breaking her sprit... Those thoughts lingered in the back of his mind while he washed his hands thoroughly and cleaned and dried his crotch; then there was a knock at the bathroom door and he heard her asking him if he was going to be much longer. He opened the door to let her in and he had to stop and chuckle; she was standing outside the door with her thighs pressed tightly together and crouching slightly, looking like a little girl who needed to go to the bathroom very badly! He stepped aside so she could hobble past him to the toilet, and he kept chuckling as he said he was sorry for taking so long and then shut the bathroom door behind him. Since she would probably be in there a few minutes, he decided he'd better check on the fire, so he picked his boxers up off the floor and put them back on to go downstairs. It didn't take her very long because she only needed to piss badly and clean herself up a bit, and she noticed her pussy was a little sore again. When she opened the bathroom door, she saw he was gone and figured he had probably gone downstairs for something. She noticed his boxers weren't on the floor where he'd left them, so she picked her underpants up and put them on, then got his shirt off the bed and put it back on and turned out the light as she headed downstairs. When she entered the main room, he was at the fireplace again poking at the remaining burning chunks like he was spreading them out so the fire could die, and the radio was still playing in the background. She chuckled silently as he jerked and looked at her when she touched his shoulder, and she said she was sorry for sneaking up on him. Then she asked him what they could do next, and when he looked up at her with his eyebrows raised over his smoldering eyes, she laughed softly and shook her head and told him she was going to need a little bit of a break because she was sore again. He told her he was sorry for that, then he threw another small log on the fire and built it back up, and suggested they sit and watch the fire for a while and just talk. She told him that would be fine but they were going to talk about him this time, because she was all talked out about herself and that he knew more about her than she had ever wanted to reveal to him. He agreed to talk about himself, but told her that he was not sorry he had made her tell him her life's story because he wanted to know everything about her, even if...he didn't finish the statement and just looked back at the fire; she knew what he didn't want to say. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 20 John Wayne and Diana Maitland were lying on the couch in the main room of his friend's beach house watching the flames dancing in the huge stone fireplace, soft music emanating from the radio and they were sipping on whiskey while he smoked a cigarette. He was back in his boxer shorts and she was back in her underwear and his dress shirt. It almost felt like they were a happily married couple just spending a quiet evening at home, alone together...at least that was what they both wished. She'd spotted the bottle of whiskey and the tumbler still on the coffee table in front of the love seat before they sat down, and she had gotten another glass at the bar and brought it to the coffee table and poured them both a couple fingers. She'd taken the glasses to him at the couch, then gone back and picked up his cigarettes and lighter, then joined him. He'd leaned back into the corner of the couch, facing the fireplace, with his right leg lying along the back cushions and his left leg hanging off the front with his foot on the floor. She'd sat between his legs and leaned back on his chest with her legs reclined on the couch in front of her. He offered her a drag of his cigarette, so she took a long one and handed it back to him as she inhaled it, and then exhaled the smoke slowly from her lungs while she contemplated what they could talk about. Then she remembered what he'd said about himself as an actor, so she asked him softly, "Why do you think you aren't a very good actor?" He gave a short laugh and said, "Oh, come on, you've seen my movies. I'm only suited to play 2 or 3 types of characters and there's not a whole lot of range with them. I'm either a cowboy or in the military or some other type of tough guy and there's not too many different ways you can play those types of characters." She asked him, "Have you ever looked at any other different types of roles? How would you know what other types of characters you could play unless you try? Granted you may find there are certain roles that just don't suit you, but how will you know until you try?" He thought about that for a moment, then replied, "You may be right, but what happens if I make the mistake of playing a character that I am just not suited for and end up making an ass of myself? I don't know if my ego could stand the ridicule." She leaned her head back and glanced up at him with her eyebrows raised, then looked forward again and said, "You're a big, tough man...I think you could handle a little ridicule. Besides, don't you think there have been plenty of other big stars who have taken on roles that just weren't suited for them? You definitely would not be the first actor to do that, so I don't think there would be as much ridicule as you think. You're John Wayne, one of the most popular, if not THE most popular, leading male star in Hollywood right now...who would have the gall to ridicule you?" "The critics," he growled; then he took a last drag on his cigarette and put it out in an ashtray he had set on the floor beside the couch. "Who cares about the critics?" she exclaimed. "I sure as hell don't pay attention to what they have to say about any movies! They think all movies are supposed to be 'works of art' that make you 'think' and that they should 'say something about the human condition.' What the hell?!! I go to the movies because I want to be entertained and enjoy a good story, to escape for a while and NOT think about the 'human condition!' I want action, adventure, humor, romance and passion; and if it adds to the storyline, I like a movie that can move me and make me cry because the actor's portrayal was so good! I've cried over you in a few of your movies, have I told you that?" He quietly said no as he lit another cigarette. She went on, "I couldn't stand it that you died at the end of 'Reap the Wild Wind.' I sat in my seat for 5 minutes at the end of that movie sobbing because I felt you'd been wronged you and certainly didn't deserve to die even if you were a man of questionable honor. I never liked you dying in any of your movies, so 'The Fighting Seabees' and 'Sands of Iwo Jima' were difficult for me, too. And 'Wake of the Red Witch' was just so sad. I didn't like your character in that movie at first—you just seemed like such a bad man until the background story about Angelique came out, then I understood and cried because I wished I were Angelique. I loved you as Nathan Brittles in 'She Wore A Yellow Ribbon;' I cried when you would sit at your dead wife and child's graves and talk to her; you looked so lonely and you made it obvious that you had loved her and missed her very much..." Tears were coming to her eyes and her voice cracked as she recalled the expressions on his face in those scenes. Then she continued, "And your portrayal of that tortured soul Thomas Dunson in 'Red River' had me crying several times during that movie." She swallowed a sip of whiskey to get rid of the lump in her throat, then leaned her head back to look up at him as she said quietly, "You're a very good actor, you could play characters with a lot more depth if you wanted to." He looked at her face and could see she was sincere. He smiled softly and said, "Thanks for your encouragement." Then she smiled and said with an upbeat tone to her voice, "But do you know what's best about your acting?" When he raised his eyebrows questioningly, she continued, "Your comedy! You're very funny! And I learned in my drama class in high school that comedy is harder to pull off than drama—and you're very good at it. You have a great sense of timing and you can deliver a line that really isn't funny and make it sound hilarious! Or take something totally unfunny, like fight scenes, and make them funny! And some of your romantic portrayals, like Sean Thornton in 'The Quiet Man' and Capt. Ralls in 'Wake of the Red Witch,' have really made me envy those actresses—you must have great chemistry with Maureen O'Hara and Gail Russell—I think I hate them! And, by the way, don't think I didn't catch that scene in 'The Quiet Man' when you grabbed Maureen's breasts!" She looked up at him with a sarcastic look on her face when she heard him chuckle, then she continued. "You are every bit as sexy, if not sexier, than some of the other leading men who most people think are better looking than you! So, you see, you really do have great range as an actor!" she finished as she looked back up at him. He had said a quick "Hey!" when she said there were other leading men who were considered better looking than him, and then he smiled and chuckled when she paused and looked up at him before she finished her statements. Then he sighed and said with a slight laugh and a wrinkle of his forehead, "You have no reason to be jealous of Maureen and Gail. They're great actresses and yes, we have good on-screen chemistry, but that's as far as it goes—we're just friends. And by the way, Maureen slapped the hell out of me as soon as that scene was over, even though it was an accident!" He stopped when she laughed a short Ha! like she didn't believe him...he knew she was smart! Then he continued, "And I think that you're just a little bit prejudiced now because of...this...you and me..." He frowned as he trailed off, not quite knowing how to phrase what was happening between them. He gulped down the last of his whiskey and set the glass on the floor next to the ashtray. She turned her head forward again and said quietly, "Meaning you don't trust my judgment because I'm in love with you." Then she continued, her voice getting more passionate trying to make him believe her. "OK, maybe I am a little prejudiced, but I'm not the only one who's bought all those tickets to your movies that has made you one of most popular box office stars. You have thousands of fans who aren't in love with you and who think the same way I do! You are just so great to watch on that big screen—you have such an expressive face! I love watching you up there..." her voice ending in a whisper as her emotions tightened her throat. She sat up with her back to him and gulped down the last of her whiskey to calm down. She'd never realized until this moment that she did love watching him act, and felt he could truly be great at some characters with more depth. The only thing she was afraid of now was how she was going to react watching his future romantic scenes, now that she knew he loved her and wanted to be with her. Would she feel jealous, or would she still just wish that it were she in his arms, kissing him? He hated to admit he had somewhat of an ego and liked knowing that he had fans that would respect him no matter how good or bad he was in a movie. Regardless of how she felt about him as a man, it was obvious she respected him as an actor. He put his hands on her shoulders and said quietly, "Diana, turn around and look at me." When she did, he took her glass out of her hand and set it beside his on the floor, then put his right hand over her left one on her thigh, grasping it firmly. He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, then said, "I believe you respect my talent and I truly appreciate your faith in my ability to do more. No matter what happens between us, will you always be my biggest fan?" he asked quietly and sincerely. She closed her eyes, as she was afraid to answer that; she didn't think he'd like her honest answer, but she was going to give it to him anyway. She took a deep breath, then opened her eyes and frowned and said, "I don't know. If I end up staying with you, I don't think I could stay your biggest fan. I don't think I could remain objective about your talent—especially when it comes to the romantic scenes. I'm not sure how I'm going to handle them now, even if we don't end up together." She started to cry, then managed to choke out the question that was really haunting her; "If I don't stay with you, will you still love me?" He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to him, crushing her against his chest and wrapping his arms around her, with his right hand on the back of her head, as he said huskily, "Yes, Diana...I will love you forever...no matter what happens," he whispered the last part through his tight throat with tears in his eyes. The emotion in his voice touched a chord in her heart and soul and she needed him to make love to her to seal that promise. She pulled back from him just far enough to lift her head and reach her hands up to the back of his head and neck and pull him down to crush her lips to his for a few seconds, then backed away just far enough to whisper, "Make love to me," as she stared into his eyes with tears dripping at the outer corners of her eyes. He kissed her tenderly as he wrapped his right arm around her shoulders and moved his left arm down under her legs to lift her up slightly and move them down onto the blanket that was still lying on the floor in front of the couch. He continued to kiss her gently and passionately for a few moments, then brought his right hand from around her back to the buttons on the front of his shirt that she was wearing and unbuttoned it, pushing it aside to caress her breasts gently. He moved his mouth to kiss her neck and chest as he continued to caress her breasts. She kept her arms around his waist, caressing his back and sides firmly, occasionally scratching him softly with her fingernails; he groaned when she did that because it felt really good. They took their time to just kiss and caress each other thoroughly until they could feel the passion flowing between them, and they knew they were ready to seal their promise to love each other forever—no matter whether they ended up together or not. He sat up and slowly removed her underpants and laid them aside, then he rose on his knees and moved between her feet as she spread her legs, then pushed his shorts off his hips and down his thighs and crawled out of them as he moved up between her legs. As he moved up over her, he settled himself on his forearms so he could stroke her face and hair with his hands while he kissed her tenderly for several moments as they stared into each other's eyes. She had stopped crying, but there were dark streaks where her mascara and eyeliner had run down the sides of her face, so he used his thumbs to wipe most of it away; even so, she still looked so beautiful in the soft firelight. He moved his hips to place the head of his thick, steely shaft at her entrance while she bent her legs to move her hips to the right angle so he could enter her without any assistance from their hands. He wanted to keep his hands at her face and in her hair, and she wanted to keep stroking his back and sides. They stared at each other as he entered her slowly, and he said deeply, "I will love you forever, Diana Maitland...no matter what happens." Tears came into her eyes again, and when he paused once he was fully inside her, she whispered through the tightness in her throat as the tears started to trickle out of the corners of her eyes, "I have and I will always love you, John Wayne...forever." Tears continued to trickle from the corners of her eyes occasionally and he would wipe them away with his thumbs as they rolled down her temples, as he made love to her slowly and tenderly. He continued to kiss her and fuck her gently through her tears, until he saw the expression in her eyes change from intense longing to passion and desire, and he started to thrust into her harder and deeper as his desire increased to match hers. When she closed her eyes and started to moan intensely and move her hips into his, he knew she was about to cum, so he moved his arms up under her back and shoulders to crush her body to his as he crushed his mouth to hers. He forced her mouth open to thrust his tongue into her, the same way he was thrusting his cock into her, and then groaned deeply as he came inside her. She was moaning into his mouth as her pussy throbbed on his shaft from her orgasm. He slowly ended the kiss as their orgasms subsided, then lifted his head to look down at her with his eyes misted, and said huskily, "I've never had a woman cry while I made love to her—I hope those were tears of sweetness and not sadness." The tears came back to her eyes again, when she saw his, then she replied softly, "I couldn't help it—I've never known that fucking could be so tender, that it could make the emotions between us feel so tangible through this physical act. You are so good at making love—you really know how to translate your emotions through your body; I never knew a man could use his cock in such a way as to make it feel like he's saying 'I love you' with every stroke inside my body. Even if you didn't touch me or I couldn't see it on your face, I could tell it from the way you stroked me with your cock...it's just so...beautiful!" as she started to cry again. He held her to him until she stopped crying, as he breathed slowly and deeply and blinked the tears out of his eyes. He felt her try to take a deep breath, but since he was still lying on top of her, she had difficulty, so he moved his arms from under her and lifted up so she could inhale deeply and then she exhaled raggedly. He slowly backed away from her, both of their faces showing their regret at having to separate bodily once again. She looked at him and smiled softly as she wiped her tears away with the backs of her hands. Then she saw a streak of black on her hand and remembered that she had makeup on and now her tears were washing the mascara and the eyeliner away; she probably looked like a raccoon! He was looking at her, smiling just as softly, as she exclaimed, "Oh, good God! I must look lovely...I'll be right back!" as she got up and headed to the half bath to wash her face and clean between her legs. He got up and grabbed one of the hand towels they had used earlier to wipe off his crotch, then put his boxers back on and sat on the couch again. He kept smiling softly to himself as he thought about what she had said about how good he was at making love and making her feel his love by the way he moved his cock inside her. No woman had ever told him that before; his wives had told him that he was good at making love, but they never commented that it was the way he moved inside them that made them feel his love. He was just glad that she felt that way. When she returned from the bathroom, she had his shirt buttoned by only a couple buttons in the middle, and she picked up her panties off the blanket and put them back on, then went to sit next to him on the couch. Her face was scrubbed clean of all the makeup and she felt "normal" again; she knew makeup made her look very pretty, but she just hated to bother with it. And knowing that he had been attracted to her at the beginning without the enhancement of makeup had boosted her confidence enough to try to convince him just to have sex with her. It still astounded her that now he's sworn he would love her forever, no matter what happens! All she'd wanted and hoped for from him was a few good fucks, a "thanks, that was great, you're a lovely, young woman and I'll remember you fondly," and the best memories she could ever have had. She was looking at him as these thoughts floated through her mind. When she came out of the bathroom, he saw she had completely washed her face and she looked normal again. He was somewhat relieved; she was beautiful enough without the makeup. All that enhancement had done was just fuel his lust for her; and he wanted more to love her than just lust for her. She put her panties on before she came and sat beside him, looking up at him, and he could see a look of amazed confusion on her face and he wondered what she was thinking, so he asked her softly, "Penny for your thoughts?" She sighed and then said, "I'm just still amazed at how things have turned out between us. I did tell you what my original hopes and expectations were, didn't I?" He said not exactly, so she snorted a laugh and said, "First, I had just hoped I would be able to tell if you found me attractive at all. Then, I hoped you would consider having sex with me if I offered it—I was even prepared to beg for it. I was a little worried whether the sex would be good or not—I knew it would be good for me, but I just hoped it would be good for you. If it was, then I'd hoped we'd fuck a few times and that you'd tell me it was great and that you would remember me fondly—and I would've gone away with the best memories of my life! Do you see why I'm so astounded and scared at where we are now?" He looked at her with the same expression, then stood up to face her as she stayed on the couch, and then paced back and forth in front of her as he gestured agitatedly and exclaimed quickly, "You're astounded?!! What about me? Here, I'd thought I'd already found the next woman I was going to marry until you showed up and threw my whole world out of focus so that there's nothing and no one but you!" That last statement almost went right over her head. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly as she recalled his exact words, then she slowly stood up to face him, and asked quietly, "What did you just say? Did you say you thought you'd already found the next woman you were going to marry UNTIL I SHOWED UP...?" He frowned and winced as he realized what he'd said. Oh hell—he'd almost completely forgotten about Pilar until he'd outright told Diana that she had to marry him; and now he'd just slipped and told Diana that there was another woman in his life. This was not good; how the hell was he going to handle this so that she wouldn't just walk out on him right now? Diana looked to be in shock; then she just looked at him with a frown and said, "Who is she?" He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her to sit back down on the couch; she didn't flinch away from him, so he hoped that was a good sign. He sat down beside her, sideways on the couch facing her, and held onto her left hand with his right hand as he began his explanation. "Last year, after my second wife and I separated, I took a trip to Peru to scout some locations for a movie and I met a lovely, young Peruvian woman who reminded me of all the good qualities of my first wife. She's about the same age as you, and I fell for her the same way I did for Josie and Chata. But I've already told you that the way I loved them in no way compares to how I feel for you...please believe me! You are the other half of my soul. I told you I needed you to rescue me from my usual pattern of falling for and marrying strong-willed Hispanic women who are completely wrong for me!" Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 20 He moved to the floor on his knees in front of her, facing her, taking both her hands in his as he looked into her eyes to see if he could gauge how she was reacting to his confession. He could not tell by the look on her face what she was thinking or feeling. Then he said quietly, "Please, little girl, tell me what you're thinking!" She frowned and said, "Thinking?!! I don't know what the hell to think!" She pulled her hands out of his and scooted aside to stand up and walk away from him toward the fireplace. After several tense moments, she spun around and began exclaiming loudly, the questions shooting out of her mouth like machine gun fire as she paced and made wild gestures with her arms and hands. "Just how much of a relationship do you have with this other woman? Have you already asked HER to marry you? Am I the 'other woman' in some triangle? Why didn't you ever mention her before? I hadn't read any stories in the papers about you meeting some woman in Peru! What is with this obsession you seem to have with Hispanic women? What the hell are trying to do to me? I've told you a relationship between us would never work, and now I know I'm right! Why can't you see that?" She screamed that last question, and stopped moving to stare at him, panting heavily, with anger and confusion written all over her face. He had stood up when she moved away from him, but he was afraid to approach her while she was ranting; she might punch him again—and this time he knew he deserved it. When she stopped, he took a step toward her, and she frowned harder and her eyes narrowed slightly in warning; she was pissed. He took a deep breath and went and sat on the couch again, leaning forward with his forearms propped on his thighs and his hands clasped as he stared at the floor for a few moments and started trying to remember all the questions she'd asked so he could try to answer them. He took another deep breath as he lifted his head to look at her; her expression had changed as if to say, "I'm waiting!" as she stared at him. "She came to Los Angeles last November and I've seen her socially since then, but I have not slept with her. She's Catholic, of course, so she doesn't exactly believe in sex out of wedlock, and I haven't really tried to push it on her. And no, I have not asked her to marry me." She interrupted heatedly, "But you were obviously thinking about it, from what you said!" He closed his eyes and exhaled heavily, then he stood as he started to speak again, his voice starting quietly but rising in volume and pitch as he progressed. "Yes, I had been contemplating asking her to marry me once my divorce is final, but I hadn't gotten around to discussing it with her yet. And the reason I didn't mentioned her before is because the second I saw you, I forgot about almost every other woman I've ever known. And I only started thinking about them because you wanted to know more about my personal life, and you only asked about my ex-wives. It was not a deliberate omission—I truly did not think about her until I mentioned marriage to you a little while ago, and then all I could think was, 'thank God I hadn't brought marriage up with her yet!' And you punched my arm at the mere mention of marriage because it made you mad—and you still keep telling me that we're not meant to be together! And as for the fact that they all happen to be Hispanic...well, I don't know what to say...it just happened that way! I didn't plan it; I don't have an 'obsession' with them. I just happened to meet them at times in my life when I was looking for someone to try to settle down with and they just seemed right!" he exclaimed, as he threw his arms up in exasperation and then just let them flop back to his sides. He took another deep breath and dropped his head to look down for a moment as he exhaled raggedly, trying to figure out what to tell her next. Then he looked back up at her as he started trying to explain, again, how he feels about her, as he gestured at both of them with his hands and arms, speaking softly and slowly, his expressive face displaying every emotion he felt. "I am not trying to do anything to hurt you, little girl. The way I feel about you—it's like I've already been married to you for years. The deep love and devotion are there—I just have no memories to go along with them. What I felt when I first kissed you has just intensified with everything I've learned about you. What has grown between us in just one day is what I've always thought it should feel like between a man and a woman when they've spent a lifetime of growing together. It happened to me that fast, even without the added benefits of sharing children and a family...I can't explain it any better than that." He finished quietly and walked over to drop dejectedly down onto the couch with his forehead resting on his palms as he propped his elbows on his thighs, and just stared at the floor. Now she was thoroughly confused. He had just made love to her in a way that left no question in her mind how much he loved her; then he accidentally tells her that there was another woman he had thought about marrying whom he's been seeing for months. Then he tells her that he forgot about this other woman the moment he saw her until he mentioned marriage, and then he turns around and explains to her in very clear terms how deeply he loves her, Diana, and it actually makes sense to her. He was saying that even though he's just met her, he already feels like he's her husband and that he's loved her for years! How could she argue that?! How indeed! He's been seeing another woman for months that he'd thought about marrying and almost completely forgot about that other woman the second he saw her?!! What the hell?!! Maybe it's been this undeniable lust they have for each other that has been doing all his thinking and not his heart at all—she tried to think of a way to find that out. He seemed so totally defeated at the moment that sex should be one of the farthest things from his mind; she decided to see how far she could push him to find out his true feelings. She walked right in front of him and started her speech; "You say you feel like you've been married to me for years, even after you told me that you've been seeing another woman for months that you contemplated marrying, but forgot all about her the second you saw me?!!! Maybe you don't love me at all—maybe when you've been saying you 'love me,' what you really mean is you 'desire me.' Well, let me tell you something, big man. I've seen the way you treat your wives—you go ahead and marry that other woman if you think she's wife material! I'll just stay your mistress, because all I really need from you is your body; for you to fuck me hard with your big cock!" He had looked up at her, frowning in confusion, when she said she'd seen how he treated his wives; when she said she wanted to stay his mistress, his frown became an angry one and he stood up in front of her. She continued heatedly as she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off her and angrily yanked her underwear down her legs and off; "Well, come on, big man. You once told me that you couldn't deny me anything I wanted—well I want you to FUCK ME right now! This is all you will ever get from me again—I don't WANT to be your WIFE! I just want your hard dick inside me...NOW!" as she grabbed at his crotch through his boxer shorts; he wasn't hard at all—that was good sign. He couldn't believe what she was saying! Yes, he could understand her anger and confusion at learning he'd been seeing another woman for a while and his admission that he'd forgotten all about Pilar the second he saw her. But for Diana to yell angrily at him and say that she never wanted to be his wife—all she really wanted was for him to fuck her and she wants him right now?!!! She looked pissed and turned on at the same time as she grabbed at his crotch—how could he deny the selfish little bitch what she wants?!!! He was pissed as well, but not turned on—maybe he could change that! He grabbed the sides of her head, angrily digging his hands into her hair as he yelled right in her face, "DAMN YOU!!!" Then crushed his mouth to hers in a brutal kiss, bruising her lips, then forcing them apart to shove his tongue into her mouth, almost choking her. Then he released her head with his hands to bring them down and roughly paw at her body, squeezing her breasts and then he shoved his right hand down between her legs; and then froze instantly. He knew no matter how hard he tried right now and no matter how badly she wanted him, he couldn't fuck her like this. He slowly backed away from her, and whispered, "Damn you!" at her again, and flopped back down on the couch with his face in his hands, elbows propped on his thighs again. A lump formed in her throat as she got her answer; he had been speaking from his heart and not his dick. She picked his shirt up and put it back on, along with her underpants, then sat down beside him and explained to him that she hadn't meant any of that and why she did it; she told him she was sorry but she couldn't think of any other way to confirm this for herself. He looked at her sadly and could see she looked just as sad for having put him through that. Then it dawned on him that she had just put on one hell of an act; she was a pretty damned good actress as well! He laughed shortly as he told her that. She put her hand on his back and stroked him a couple times and then scratched him gently with her fingernails, and he groaned softly and told her that it felt good. She scooted back to the end of the couch to recline in the corner like they done earlier, and grabbed one of the throw pillows and put it so it was partly on and between her thighs and told him to come lay down. He moved toward her and laid mostly on his stomach and right side with his head turned toward her, resting his head and shoulders on the pillow with his arms circling loosely around her hips. She leaned back and used her right hand to gently scratch his shoulders and upper back as far as she could reach, while she hummed softly with the music coming from the radio. He occasionally groaned contentedly, then murmured sleepily, "No one's ever done this for me before; it feels so good." A couple minutes later, she heard him snoring softly; he was asleep. She continued scratching him softly for a minute or so until her hand was tired, then she stopped and just let her hand rest on his upper back, stroking him with her fingers. Then she lightly put her left hand on the back of his head to stroke her fingers in his hair as tears came into her eyes again, and she whispered softly, "I will always love you, big man, and I know you love me. But I just can't share a life with you; why can't I make you understand that?" She didn't see the slight frown that crossed his face when she finished speaking; he'd heard her, and he unconsciously tightened his arms around her like she might try to slip away while he was asleep. She felt his arms tighten around her slightly, and she looked down to see if he was awake or asleep, but he appeared to still be asleep; his face was relaxed and his breathing was deep and even, but he was no longer snoring. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes and continued to hum softly, until she nodded off as well. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 21 John Wayne woke up with his head still lying on a pillow between Diana Maitland's thighs on the couch in the main room of his friend's beach house, a dying fire still smoldering in the fireplace. He carefully removed his arms from around Diana's hips and leveraged his torso up and moved to sit on the couch facing her, and just stared at her...she was so beautiful, but she looked worried, even in her sleep. He had resigned himself to the fact that she was not going to stay with him; he was even afraid that if she did end up pregnant, she might lie to him about it and just disappear. There was nothing left to do but just try to make every remaining minute of their weekend together as memorable as they could. He reached his left hand up to gently move a strand of her hair away from the right side of her face with his fingers, and she stirred slightly and started to open her eyes. As soon as her eyes started to focus on him, he could see the love in her eyes deepen and then it changed to a look of sad longing. He knew she had made up her mind that she was not going to stay with him, no matter how he tried to persuade her. He put his left hand on the right side of her face and neck and stroked her cheek with his thumb and said softly, "I won't push you any more. You know how I feel. I'll accept whatever you decide. Just promise me that you will stay with me until tomorrow night, and let me love you as much as I can until then." She smiled sadly and nodded her head as she whispered, "I promise." He leaned toward her and kissed her tenderly for several moments. When he leaned back and looked at her, she still had a sad look in her eyes and he couldn't have that, so he crooked his eyebrow at her and said teasingly, "If you don't cheer up, I'm going to tickle your foot again!" Her eyes widened, and she started to grin as she growled, "You wouldn't dare!" He raised his eyebrows again and grinned, and said, "That's better. Just don't say I didn't warn you if you start to look sad again!" Then he leaned forward and kissed her quickly, and stood up as he said, "I have to excuse myself for a few minutes, OK?" He smiled at her and then turned and headed toward the stairs. He wanted to go call the marina and get a message to his friend to tell him to get bait and any other supplies he needed for the boat before he brings it around in the morning; he wanted to surprise her with a fishing trip. She sat on the couch for a few minutes or so trying to figure out what to do to brighten her mood, when she heard the beginning music of "Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend" from the movie "Gentlemen Prefer Blondes" that just came out last year. She knew the movie well; her boss had been one of the producers and she had spent a lot of time on the set making notes to give her boss progress reports. She had loved this song and dance number and had hung around during most of the rehearsals and filming of the scene and she spent a lot of time on the sidelines learning the steps and the song. She got up and went to the hi-fi and turned it up and started to sing "a la" Marilyn Monroe, whom she had admired greatly and met while she was on the set, and had discovered that Marilyn was a very nice person. Marilyn had even tried to persuade her to get into acting and singing when she had caught Diana doing part of this scene when she thought no one was around. She had thanked Marilyn for her encouragement but told her she had terrible stage fright and only did this by herself for fun. Despite the fact that she didn't have the other dancers around her and the set, she started to improvise some of the bigger movements of the dance by using the furniture around her, but not moving quite as much as the original dance had called for. She had learned all of Marilyn's dance steps and bodily movements, and just threw herself into the song and dance as she half closed her eyes and pretended she was Marilyn in the movie. As Wayne was headed back downstairs, he heard the hi-fi a little louder than it was when he went up just a few minutes before, and he heard a song that he recognized from some movie—oh yeah—"Diamonds Are A Girl's Best Friend" from that Marilyn Monroe movie that had come out last year. But the singing with the music sounded like it was real and not coming from the hi-fi; he peered over the stair rail and looked back toward the main room and froze for a few seconds. Diana was singing and dancing around the room, sounding and looking eerily like Marilyn Monroe in that movie scene. He remembered it pretty well because he had thought Miss Monroe was very sexy in that scene and he had quite enjoyed watching it. He stayed where he was and continued to watch her as she performed. God, she was every bit as good as Miss Monroe had been; though some of the dance steps couldn't be completely replicated since Diana didn't have the set and the back-up dancers. But she certainly had all of Marilyn's steps, body movements and facial expressions down—and damn, did she look sexy—even though she was only wearing his shirt and her black panties instead of that sexy, pink, strapless number that Miss Monroe had worn in that scene! He had come into this scene right at the end of the first time she sang "but diamonds are a girl's best friend!" He just leaned on the stairway banister and watched as she sang and danced her way through the rest of the number; his dick was starting to grow and it made him grin wolfishly at how cute and sexy she was, as well as being astounded at her talent! She should've been a movie star! His dick was fully hard by the time the number ended; she ended it standing on the coffee table in Marilyn's sexy pose facing toward the kitchen. As the final trumpet fanfare at the end of the song died, he wolf-whistled and started clapping loudly as he came down the stairs saying, "Bravo! That was wonderful, little girl!" as he strode quickly toward her. She had jumped and looked at him, startled, and when he reached her, he grabbed her off the coffee table and hugged her to him, rocking side to side with excitement a few times, then backed away from her as he set her down still holding onto her under her arms, and grinning widely in amazement and surprise as he stared at her. "Oh, my God! How much did you see?" she exclaimed. "Most of it. That was great! How did you memorize that scene? You could've played that part every bit as good as Marilyn Monroe did!" he said excitedly. She gave an embarrassed laugh and said self-deprecatingly, "Oh, no. I am no Marilyn Monroe!" He sobered slightly and raised his eyebrows at her as he let go of her, and said sarcastically, "You're right...you are no Marilyn Monroe...you're better!" He leaned down and said those last two words right to her face in a forceful tone of voice, also remembering the performance she had given before their nap and hour or so ago as well. Her eyes widened in surprise when he got right in her face and told her she was better than Marilyn Monroe! She grinned and lifted her eyebrows questioningly as she asked, "You really think so?" "Damn straight!" he said just as forcefully as he frowned and nodded his head toward her to emphasize his opinion. Then his eyes started to smolder as he continued in his sexy, gravelly voice, "I saw that movie and I thought Miss Monroe had looked pretty sexy during that number, but she didn't have the effect on me that you did as I watched you...see?" Just before he said see, he took her hand and put it on the front of his boxers so she could feel his hard dick. Her eyes smoldered back at him, as she stroked him a couple times and said sarcastically, "Don't you think you might be just a little bit prejudiced because of...this...you and me...?" She tugged on his cock a couple times and then released him as she ended, throwing his own words back at him from when she had tried to tell him what a good actor she thought he was. His eyes kept smoldering, but he grinned crookedly as he got her point. Then he asked her again with a slight laugh, "How many times have you seen that movie for you to have memorized that scene?" Then she explained to him her boss had been one of the producers and she had spent a lot of time on the set and had learned it from all the rehearsals and the shooting of the scene. She told him that she had gotten to meet Marilyn and thought she was a very nice person, but she didn't tell him that Marilyn had thought she was talented as well. She also didn't tell him that she had filled in as a studio singer before; her voice was taped and dubbed for actresses in a couple movies. Her boss had caught her singing in the office one time when she thought she was alone and had asked, then demanded, that she do the singing for those movies because he was the producer. She had tried to refuse to do it at first because she thought she would be too nervous and it would bring too much attention on herself, but afterward, she really didn't mind because the public never paid attention to things like that; they just liked to happily believe the actress did her own singing. Then he said to her that since she had such a good voice that she should at least be doing some of the studio singing for actresses who didn't sing well. She laughed ironically and admitted to him that she had a couple times because her boss had made her. When he asked her which movies, she told him and he said he had seen one of them and demanded that she sing a few lines from one of the songs. When she did, he instantly recognized her voice because he had thought it was one of the most beautiful voices he had ever heard and had wondered about the woman behind that voice, because he knew the actress who played that role and he knew she couldn't sing that well. He stared at her in shock, and then said amazedly, "Oh, my God! That was YOU! I knew that voice had to belong to someone special, and now I know it does! You have the most beautiful voice I have ever heard! I could listen to you sing forever, little girl. Please tell me you'll at least keep doing that for the studios, your voice is too beautiful to be wasted!" he demanded, as he grabbed her upper arms and looked at her with fierce sincerity. Her eyes were wide with amazement as well, seeing how serious he was about not letting her voice go to waste and how much he loved to hear her sing. She smiled and nodded as she said, "OK, I promise I'll continue to do the singing. Besides, the extra money from that definitely comes in handy—it lets me keep up with my gambling addiction!" she said sarcastically as a joke. He frowned, and said, "What?!!" "It was a joke! I don't have a gambling addiction...unless you consider a girls' poker night every 2 to 3 months an addiction!" she said as she chuckled slightly. He started to chuckle as well as he said, "Oh...I guess I was a little slow on that one!" He slowly stopped grinning as he stared down at her. He started remembering how she had looked when she was doing that Marilyn Monroe number and he wondered if she would do a performance of some kind just for him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him and asked softly, "Would you sing something else...anything...just for me...please?" Just as she was about to ask him what she should sing, she heard the opening notes of Nat King Cole's rendition of "Unforgettable" starting on the radio. She put her arms up on his shoulders, stroked his face with her hands and stared into his eyes as she started to sing with Nat in her high, soft soprano and put the emotions behind the words of the song on her face as she sang to him: Unforgettable, thats what you are Unforgettable though near or far Like a song of love that clings to me How the thought of you does things to me Never before has someone been more Unforgettable in every way And forever more, thats how you'll stay Thats why, darling, its incredible That someone so unforgettable Thinks that I am unforgettable too During the instrumental portion of the song, he kissed her softly and hugged her as he started to sway slowly with the music and just held her to him. When she started to sing the last part of the song, he leaned back to stare at her again as she sang to him, echoing Nat in harmony on the first two lines. Unforgettable in every way And forever more, thats how youll stay Thats why, darling, its incredible That someone so unforgettable Thinks that I am unforgettable too Before she finished fully singing the last note of the song, he couldn't resist the way her lips were slightly pursed on that last word, and he crushed his lips to hers and kissed her passionately while his arms crushed her body to his. When he couldn't control his passion any longer, he dragged his mouth from hers and bent down to pick her up in his arms as he headed for the stairs and climbed them quickly, saying, "You're damn right, little girl...you are definitely unforgettable! And I know you'll never forget me, but I also want to make damn sure you never forget what it feels like to be loved by me!" He carried her into the master bedroom and over to the bed and laid her down, then he went to the glass doors and pulled all the curtains open, bathing the room in moonlight. He walked back to the side of the bed and removed his boxer shorts, and laid down next to her and started kissing her tenderly as he unbuttoned the couple buttons on the front of his shirt that she still had on. He kissed down her neck to her shoulders as he helped to push the shirt off both of her shoulders, then worked it down her arms until they were free, then pulled the shirt from behind her and dropped it on the floor. He continued to kiss and caress her for a while as she did the same to him, stroking his back and sides, and then kissing and licking his ears, neck and chest. They both wanted for him to be inside her already, but they felt a greater need to take their time and remember more of the feelings of heightened passion and desire that come with this type of slow, intimate foreplay. They were rolling back and forth, trading places at taking control of kissing, stroking, licking and caressing each other. When he was leaning over her kissing her, she would stroke his back, sides, chest and his hip and ass if she could reach it, and rub her leg up and down the side of his leg— she was using all of her available limbs to caress him. Then she would push on his chest as her signal that she wanted him to roll onto his back so she could lean over to kiss and caress his body. While she did that, he would caress her body wherever his hands could reach, or bring his thigh up to rub between her legs. After about 20 minutes of this exquisitely torturous foreplay, while she was leaning over him and he was rubbing his thigh between her legs, he could feel the crotch of her panties were soaked and his dick had been throbbing almost constantly; he decided the exquisite torture had gone on long enough. He pushed himself up and forced her onto her back as he moved onto his knees just long enough to slowly peel her panties off of her. But then he couldn't resist the urge that hit him when he removed her panties from around her ankles and feet, so he moved between her legs and lifted each one in turn by her ankles and began to kiss his way up her legs from her ankles, softly nibbling and licking between the kisses. When he got to her inner thighs just below her crotch, he would nuzzle his nose on her pubic mound and then kiss her pussy lips softly without sticking his tongue in between them at all. She was writhing as her pussy was throbbing at this further torture—she needed to feel something inside her—his tongue, his fingers, his cock...anything! She couldn't stop herself from whimpering desperately, "Please...oh, please...!" as she closed her eyes and rolled her head back and forth. "Please what, little girl?" he whispered huskily as he crawled up over her, positioning himself between her legs with the head of his dick pressed against her wet opening, making her hips writhe as she tried to force herself onto his cock. He put his right hand on the left side of her face and neck and stroked her cheek with his thumb as she opened her eyes and looked at him with desperate desire. He said with a groan, "I'll give you what we both want...if you say the magic words." She was panting heavily from her almost uncontrollable desire for him, and she realized from the way he looked at her and the tone of his voice that he wanted to fuck her hard, but he needed to hear her say she loved him first. She took a deep, ragged breath and said huskily, "I love you, big man...I will always love you. And I need you to fuck me hard...right now...please! He groaned deeply as he shoved his dick inside her as hard as he could, and then growled, "I want to do this as many times as possible so you will never forget how good it feels to have me inside you." His voice tightened as he asked her to promise him something. "Promise me one thing, little girl. When you finally get around to finding a man you think you could be happy enough with to settle down, make sure his cock is not as big as mine—I want to be able to believe for the rest of my life that my dick is the only one you crave to have inside you! I know that sounds foolish and selfish, but it may be the only way I will be able to feel any contentment at having to let you go. Will you promise me that...please?" as he backed his dick out of her and plunged deeply into her again. She looked into his pleading eyes and said emotionally, "I already told you that no other man will ever make me feel the way you do when you're inside me. I will never crave to have another man's cock inside me the way I do yours. Besides, I don't believe there is any other man who can compare to you, no matter what size his cock is! If I am lucky enough to find someone who can make me not think about you every minute of every day, then it will just be God in His infinite mercy trying to grant me a little peace!" She almost sobbed at the end of that last sentence when he pulled back and plunged his cock deep into her again. They realized at that moment that they were both just as scared as to how they were going to continue with their lives if they parted...which seemed the most likely outcome at this point. As he continued to plunge in and out of her, he gripped her face with his hands and then reminded her of her earlier promise to stay with him if she does end up pregnant. "Promise me, little girl, that you will not lie to me and just disappear if you do get pregnant. That would be the only thing I could never forgive you for!" He snarled slightly on that last sentence as he pulled back and drove his dick into her as hard as he could. She frowned and looked hurt and said, "Why would you think I would do that?! I could never keep a child from you! Besides, it would be binding proof to me that we were meant to be together. It wouldn't be easy, but I would somehow make myself get over my fears of publicity and just hope our crazy love and desire for each other would remain in tact and get us through whatever else comes up." He pulled back and drove harder into her again, both of them grunting with each hard thrust. He wanted to ask her why she couldn't just resolve to do that anyway, and just stay with him—baby or no baby—but he had already told her he wouldn't push her on that any longer. At least she had promised not to disappear if she did get pregnant. Then he felt bad for even thinking she would be capable of that, and he said softly, "I'm sorry that I thought you could even do something like that...especially to me. I'm just so..." "I know," she whispered. "So am I. Just kiss me, tell me that you love me and then fuck me hard until we're not scared any more." He leaned down and kissed her deeply and passionately for several moments, crushing her lips and grasping the sides of her face with his hands, digging his fingers into her hair. Then he lifted his head to stare into her eyes as he said quietly and huskily, "I love you, little girl...more than any woman I've ever known, and I always will." Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 21 They continued to stare at each other as he raised himself up and started driving his dick deeply and forcefully into her, both of them grunting and groaning with each hard thrust. She felt the need to feel him even deeper inside her, so she lifted her legs with her thighs on either side of her torso, rolling her hips upward so he could drive himself even harder down into her with the help of gravity. Her lower legs were straight up in the air, and she knew she didn't look very graceful, but it sure as hell felt good! He continued to slam his huge cock into her, gradually getting faster and harder as he spread his knees to give his hips better leverage. Then he did something that he'd never thought of before and wanted to try. He lifted up on his knees and grabbed her legs, pulling them against his chest as he leaned forward and moved his right knee next to her left hip and stretched his left leg back a little as he continued to plunge his cock in and out of her. Then he wrapped his arms around her thighs and used her legs to help support his upper body. This made her pussy feel a little tighter and allowed him to get a little deeper into her. Plus, he liked the feel of her shapely thighs against his chest and her muscled calves on his shoulders, and he could look down and watch as his dick plunged in and out of her. She started to groan at the feelings this new position gave her; his dick felt even bigger inside her in this position—she was tighter and he was getting deeper into her. And, as an added bonus, it looked damn sexy the way he was leaning over her grasping her thighs, staring down into her face and occasionally looking down to watch his cock plowing into her, making him groan with lust. Plus, with her legs draped up his body and over his shoulders, she definitely looked sexier and more graceful than being almost folded in half! He could feel an orgasm coming on because of how tight she felt and from watching his dick moving in and out of her. He looked at her face; she had her eyes closed and was moaning with each stroke of his dick deep inside her, but he could tell she needed something more. So he lowered his left hand to her crotch and started rubbing his thumb on her clit; she gasped and groaned 'oh yes!' as her eyes flew open to his face, and they continued to stare at each other as he rubbed her clit and started to pound his dick into her as hard as he could. Suddenly, she wailed, "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!" as her hips convulsed a couple times because she clenched her ass cheeks as her pussy tightened on his dick even further and then started to throb from her orgasm. He kept rubbing her clit, causing her to continue wailing as her head thrashed back and forth, while his hips bucked several times as his orgasm caused his dick to erupt inside her, forcing a loud groan out of him. Slowly, he stopped thrusting and rubbing his thumb on her clit until he was just poised on his knees, breathing heavily and looking down at her with her legs still braced on his chest and shoulders. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him and smiled, and purred, "That was different. I've never seen a position quite like this before!" as she indicated to her legs up his body and rubbed her right leg on his left chest and the side of his neck. He grinned back at her, then turned his head to both sides and planted kisses on her lower calves next to his face and then said, "I've never tried this before either; I was just inspired by the sight of your lovely, shapely legs looking like they had nothing better to do, so I decided to put them to good use! I thought it worked out rather well, didn't you?" She smiled and nodded and murmured, "Mm hmm!" They could feel his softening cock starting to slip out of her, so he kissed her legs again and slowly lowered them as he backed away from her. She put her feet down and kept her knees up, and he moved to lay down on his back to her left side to rest for a few minutes, as the last several hours were finally starting to catch up to him, even though they had napped for an hour or so earlier. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and groaned tiredly, and he heard her ask softly, "What's the matter, big man. Am I wearing you out?" He turned his head and looked at her, and said tiredly, "Yes...I told you I'm an old man, and I can't believe how times I've been able to fuck you before it finally wears me out! I should be dead by now—but I thank God I'm not! I just hope He'll keep letting me go on like this for the rest of this weekend!" He really needed a cigarette and he remembered that his friend usually kept a pack in the bedside table, so he rolled over and opened the drawer and, sure enough, there was a pack and a lighter. He pulled one out and lit it and offered her one, but she declined saying she just wanted a drag or two of his. She shared a couple drags of his cigarette, and as he finished it and put it out, he said "I hope I won't be disappointing you, little girl, if I tell you I think it's time we take a shower and get some sleep!" he said regretfully. She smiled softly, and said, "Hell no, you're not disappointing me! I was getting afraid that you would keep going all night, and I didn't want to have to disappoint you by telling you that my pussy is really sore and I need a break!" her voice had turned to a soft groan as she ended. They both grinned and laughed softly, then groaned together as they pushed themselves to get up off the bed to go into the bathroom. When he turned the bedroom light on, they glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it was about 11:00—a good time to call it a night. They heard the radio still on downstairs, so he told her to start the shower while he went downstairs to turn it off and made sure the fire was dying, and then headed back upstairs. They took a nice, warm shower, helping each other wash, but they were careful not to try to arouse each other too much—difficult as that was since the mere sight, touch and feel of each other keeps their desires always smoldering. They finished their shower and dried off, then brushed their teeth and went out to get into bed. They took a towel with them to leave beside them on the bed, anticipating that, when they woke up, they would immediately want to make love again—and maybe even have a quickie in the middle of the night and not feel like getting out of bed to clean up! They laid down on their left sides and pulled the sheet up over them to their waists. He was lying behind her with her back snuggled against his chest, her hips cradled against his and his right arm wrapped protectively around her. Her head was tucked under his chin on a pillow over his left arm as he stretched it straight forward, and his head was propped on two pillows above her head; they were quite comfortable and it felt like they had slept together like this for years. They both murmured, "I love you," before they drifted off to sleep... Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 22 John Wayne and Diana Maitland both started to awaken at about the same time; the early morning sunlight was starting to brighten the master bedroom of his friend's beach house since all the curtains were open. They had changed positions during the night because they had woken up once when they were still in their "spooned" position because his dick had hardened and was pressing against her ass. She kept rubbing her ass back against him and her pussy was dripping before she even started to wake up and become aware of what was happening. It had turned them on, even in their sleep; so, without a word being said, he entered her from behind and caressed her breasts and kissed her neck until their desperate desires took over and he moved between her legs and they fucked hard and passionately in the dimly moonlit darkness for several minutes until they both came. Then they used the towel that they had left beside them on the bed—in anticipation of this very situation—to clean off, and then fell back asleep laying mostly on their stomachs facing each other, her left hand clutched in his right hand where they rested on the mattress between them. They were both still lying on their stomachs, facing each other as they started to yawn and open their eyes, both wincing at the sunlight brightening the room; the clock beside the bed said it was about 6:30. Suddenly, without a word, she jumped up and ran to the balcony doors and opened one to step out onto the balcony. It was still a little cool, but it felt like it was going to be another warm day. She stood at the balcony railing with her arms wrapped around her breasts against the cool air, with her face turned slightly toward the sunlight and deeply breathing in the smell of the salt air, as the soft southeasterly breeze blew her hair back away from her face. After a minute or two, she heard him come out and move up behind her so she didn't jump when he put his arms around her this time. "Why did you come out her so suddenly?" he asked softly next to her right ear. While she explained to him that she just loved to be on the beach in the early mornings, he kissed the side of her neck under her ear and down to the curve of her shoulder, making her shiver at the feelings of pleasure that coursed through her body from the way his lips made her tingle when he kissed her there like that. He wrapped his arms tighter around her and said, "It's too chilly for you to be out here with nothing on...come back to bed with me!" She leaned her head back and looked up at him and said softly, "I wasn't shivering because I'm cold. You make me shiver when you kiss me like that on my neck and shoulder...it sends tingles all through by body, making my nipples harden and causing goose bumps on my skin...didn't you know that?" He shook his head and then leaned down to kiss her softly in the same spots, moving her arms away from her breasts and keeping his eyes open as he felt her shiver again, and heard her moan softly as he saw goose bumps start to form down her arm and back, and peered down at her breasts and watched in amazement as her nipples hardened further to stand out from her breasts. His dick, pressed against her lower back, twitched slightly at that sight, making her laugh sexily as she said, "See? I can tell you're going to like knowing this little tidbit!" He spun her around and started kissing the other side of her neck and shoulder the same way, this time making her knees feel weak as well, so he had to put his hands at her waist to steady her. She was moaning and sighing softly and he felt her nipples getting even harder against his lower chest. My God, he had never affected any woman like this just by kissing her neck and shoulders! Pilar was the first woman who had moaned softly when he did this to her, but she hadn't shivered and he hadn't noticed if it gave her goose bumps; and she certainly would never have told him if it made her nipples hard! He straightened up and looked down at her; her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted and her head was leaning back and to the side as the soft breeze blew a few strands of her shining, sunlit, golden hair across her face—she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. His chest tightened and he breathed heavier as the urge to grab her and drag her away somewhere and lock her up so she could never leave him surged through his body. He needed to possess her, and the mere thought of any other man ever touching her again almost made him want to kill... His hands on her waist tightened painfully, and she gasped and jerked her head up to look at him with her eyes wide, and then frowned as she asked him, "What's wrong?" He immediately dropped his hands from her waist and stepped back dragging in deep, ragged breaths as he tried to calm down and figure out where this strange, powerful and scary urge had come from. He shook his head at her and gestured with his hand to stop her as she started to move toward him as he turned around and walked back into the bedroom to sit on the side of the bed; thankfully she had gotten his message and didn't follow him in right away. He suddenly had a realization that maybe he didn't love her in the right way; he can't possess her—he can only love her and hope she loves him back just as much—even if she doesn't marry him. She stared after him as he went inside and then turned back around toward the sun, wrapping her arms around herself as she suddenly felt very chilled, and confused as to what had just happened with him. She stood out there for a few minutes longer until she heard him move on the bed and then the sounds of him pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, so she hoped it was safe to go in. She walked to the balcony door and peered in at him and he smiled ruefully at her, so she stepped in and closed the door behind her and went to sit next to him on the bed. She looked at him and asked tentatively, "I don't suppose you're going to tell me what just happened, are you?" He shook his head no, then took a long drag on his cigarette and offered it to her, but she declined, shaking her head. "Will you ever tell me about this?" she asked softly. He looked at her for a moment, then looked away as he shrugged his shoulders slightly...he hoped it would never come up again so there'd be no need to explain anything. He needed to go to the bathroom, so he stood and told her he'd be right back, took another drag and then handed her his half-smoked cigarette in case she changed her mind and wanted to finish it. She sat there, still feeling confused, and mulled over what had possibly bothered him so much as she finished the cigarette. She had no clue; she tried thinking about what she could possibly have said or done to make him react and look the way he had. She started to think that it must've been something that came from within himself, because she hadn't done anything other than tell him how his kissing her neck and shoulders made her feel—why should that have made him grasp her like he wanted to hurt her and put a look of startled rage on his face! It had scared her when she first opened her eyes and saw that look on his face; it had reminded her of him in a scene from "Wake of the Red Witch," when he had gone on a drunken binge after he found out Angelique was to marry the owner of his ship. He fought with several men aboard the ship and then dove off the side to swim ashore, only to find Angelique looking for him on the beach and he almost attacked her in a jealous rage...the look on his face in that scene was almost exactly what she'd just seen a few minutes ago. Was that it? She turned around to sit sideways on the bed and stared at the bathroom door with a look of surprise and confusion. Had he suddenly felt jealous for some reason? What had happened to suddenly send him into a jealous rage? Nothing! But something must have popped into his head to make him think and feel that way...but what? And if it was just a thought that had caused him to react that strongly, no wonder it had scared him! Now she understood why he didn't want to talk about it; she would not bring this up again unless he did, but at least she now knew she had some ammunition for her arguments about why they shouldn't stay together. She took a last drag on the cigarette and put it out in the ashtray on the bedside table. By the time he was finished in the bathroom, he felt a great deal calmer, having reasoned his way to the conclusion that it was just a one-time, strange emotional response to seeing her look so beautiful, knowing that they were so right for each other and still feeling confusion and anger as to why she resisted the thought of marrying him. When he came out, she was still sitting on the edge of the bed, but sideways, looking toward him and she smiled softly at him as if to let him know she wasn't going persist in questioning him about what happened. The look on her face was almost like she had already figured it out herself—she couldn't possibly know him that well—could she? He went and sat next to her on the bed and looked at her; he could see it in her eyes—as if she sympathized with him. He sighed heavily and said, "How did you figure it out?" Her eyes widened slightly, then she smiled wryly and said simply, "Wake of the Red Witch." She saw him furrow his brows as he tried to think about it, and she started to help him, "The scene when you find Angelique on the beach just after..." He furrowed his brows for a moment as he thought about the movie, and as soon as she mentioned the scene when he found Angelique on the beach, he started talking with her, "...just after I dove off the ship on a drunken binge, and then almost attacked her in a jealous rage... yeah, now I know. Gail told me I had scared her so badly that she didn't have to act in that scene; she was really scared at first. I still don't know where I found the emotions to play that scene then because I'd never felt real jealousy like that...until just a few minutes ago..." Then he looked at her and said, "But if you don't mind, little girl, I'd rather not go into any more of this right now. It's too early and there are so many other things I'd rather be doing right now," as his eyes started to smolder at her. He moved to lie back on the bed, indicating for her to come lay next to him as he put his arms around her, holding her tightly against him; he wanted to memorize how it felt to hold her like this. He could feel her soft hair on his shoulder and arm; her soft cheek pressed against the front of his shoulder and chest; her large, soft breasts crushed against his side—he could even feel the nipple of her left breast gently rubbing on the side of his torso as she breathed. Her small left arm was draped across his stomach, bent at her elbow with her hand caressing the right side of his chest. Her crotch was pressed against his left hip with her left leg draped across his upper thighs, her thigh lying against his crotch and her calf hanging down against the side of his right thigh. He could feel her soft mound and pussy hair nestled against his left hip; he could feel his dick already starting to stir just from his concentration on how good her body felt lying against his. She was looking down his body as she lay against him, watching his cock move slightly as he started to harden; she couldn't resist nudging it slightly with her thigh as she tried to move her body like she was stretching a little, pressing her crotch even tighter against his hip and rubbing it softly against him while she murmured a soft, "Mmmmm...." He moaned softly as she rubbed her thigh against his hardening cock again. She looked up at him and saw he was looking at her with a knowing glint in his eyes...he knew she was not-so-subtly trying to turn him on—she didn't have to try, he was already turned on! He moved his hands up under her arms and lifted her body up and over him, moving her all the way up so that her legs were straddling his neck and shoulders; she had no choice but to position herself on her knees. She leaned back with her ass resting on his chest and looked down at him and asked, "What are you doing?" He looked at her and grinned sexily, and rumbled deeply, "I'm trying to have breakfast in bed, if you'll just cooperate and get your sweet pussy up here and sit on my face!" "Ohhh!" she sighed excitedly, as she hurriedly moved her crotch over his mouth—he didn't have to tell her twice! Then she moaned softly when she felt his lips kiss her pussy firmly and heard him groan deeply when he inhaled her scent; then he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue straight up into her wet hole a few times, making her moan louder. She leaned forward a little, grasping the headboard, and started to rock her hips slightly so he could lick his tongue up and down her slit; then she jerked a little when he tongued her clit—she was close to an orgasm already! All she needed was...she bucked and yelled as an orgasm came ripping through her when he stuck a couple of his fingers up her pussy and sucked on her clit with his lips. He continued to pump his fingers into her throbbing pussy and used his tongue to lick up her juices as they gathered at her opening and on his fingers. When her orgasm subsided, she leaned back to rest her ass on his chest again as she looked down at him breathing heavily. She sucked in a breath and then moaned softly as she saw him lick his fingers clean again, and then asked him, "How was breakfast?" He grinned again, with his eyes smoldering as he said sexily, "Well, that appetizer was delicious, but I haven't gotten to breakfast yet!" She smiled widely, and moved off his chest to lay back across the bed, propped on her elbows with her knees raised and her legs and pussy spread wide open and said hotly, "Well breakfast is ready...come and get it!!!" He couldn't believe how hot she looked, lying there with her legs wide, her pussy spread open and still dripping wet and her face registering how turned on she was and eager to have his head between her legs and his mouth eating her alive. He rolled over toward her, spreading himself on his stomach and placed his head at her crotch and feasted on her sweet pussy until his throbbing dick could no longer be denied. His dick needed to be where his lips, tongue and fingers were; she had cum a second time when he sucked on her clit again, and she was about to cum again as he had been stroking that spot that gives her really hard orgasms with his middle finger. As soon as he felt her pussy clamp on his fingers and the squirt of liquid on his hand, he pulled his fingers out of her and quickly crawled up over her to shove his dick into her as her pussy started to spasm. Her silent scream from that hard orgasm was replaced by a loud, deep yell of, "OH, MY GOD!!!" as she immediately started slamming her hips to meet his while her upper body writhed under him, her head thrashed back and forth and she continued to moan loudly, "Oh, God...Oh, God...Oh, God!!!" The combination of her pussy contracting hard around his cock while her hips slammed into his, and the sight of her writhing body and her face a mask of nothing but pure pleasure, made him start to cum almost immediately. His back arched and he slammed into her hard several times as he threw his head back and roared loudly as another powerful orgasm tore through his body, reminding him of the first ones he'd had with her. Then he collapsed on top of her, his arms sprawling outward, and he could only lie there for several moments trying to catch his breath, as he became aware that she was crushed beneath him. He forced himself to move his body to the left to slide off the right side of her body so she could at least breathe. They both just laid there for a few minutes until they could breath normally again; then he lifted his head up and looked at her and they both grinned widely, and said at the same time, "That was incredible!" Then they laughed softly as they, once again, realized they think exactly alike! He moved off of her and they both moved up to lie at the head of the bed on the pillows as they shared the towel to clean up again. She turned on her right side to look at him as she said softly, "It looks like it's going to be another beautiful day to spend on the beach...or will your friend be home too early for us to do that?" He smiled at her and said mysteriously, "Oh, I'm expecting him around 10:00 or so, but I have something else for us to do today. And we have plenty of time before we have to get up and have some breakfast and get ready to leave, so, what would you like to do next?" She looked surprised and confused and said, "Well, it depends on what else you have planned for us to do today—will it require a lot of physical stamina? Do we need to rest a little more? Because you've already made me feel tired again just from your 'breakfast in bed!' I feel like I could go back to sleep for another hour or two!" He looked at the clock; it was about 7:30, so he said, "Well, I'm kind of tired, too. So, I'll set the alarm for 9:00...that should give us plenty of time to get up and have some breakfast and be ready to leave around 10:00, is that OK with you?" She smiled and nodded, then frowned, still trying to figure out what it was he had planned for the rest of their day. He saw her frown and knew she was trying to figure out what he had planned, so he leaned toward her and kissed her hard very quickly, then stared into her eyes and said softly but firmly, "Trust me," with a sincere look on his face. She knew when he looked at her like that and said, "Trust me," that she was going to like whatever it was he had planned. She smiled at him and then snuggled to his side as he wrapped his arms around her, as they stroked each other and relaxed until they dozed off again for another hour or so. They both started to awaken around 8:45 before the alarm went off because their stomachs were getting hungry. As they were stirring and starting to stretch and yawn, they looked at each other and smiled in their half-awake states; then she said sleepily, "I need a quick shower to help me wake up." He nodded in agreement and they got out of bed and went into the bathroom to get into a tepid shower that helped them become fully awake as they rinsed off and washed certain body parts thoroughly. They got out and dried off, then he led her into the bedroom to a dresser and told her she should look through a couple of the bottom drawers to see if any of the clothes suitable for outdoors would fit her. Then he kissed her and walked out the door. A minute later, he came back to the door and tossed her white underpants that she had worn with the flowered dress when they arrived yesterday at her and said that she might need them. She looked at him and laughed as he smiled at her, then he turned around and walked away again. She looked through the drawers he had indicated and she found several pieces of women's clothing; some shorts, some tops, some bathing suits, etc. He had said an "outdoor excursion," but what were they going to do exactly? Outdoor excursion could mean any number of things. Well, she needed something that would serve as a bra, no matter what they did, and since she didn't have a proper one here, she searched through all of the bathing suit tops and found one that almost fit her. It was a little small, but she was able to squeeze most of her breasts into the molded cups; at least it would hold her firmly from bouncing too much if their "excursion" included that kind of physical exertion. She put the matching bottoms of the bathing suit top on and then found some shorts that fit her, just barely—they were very tight—but she couldn't find a top that would fit her well enough. She looked through some of the other drawers and finally found a man's white tee shirt that she could put on that wasn't too tight on her. She took the bottom of the tee shirt and gathered it up and tied it in a knot at her waist. Then she went into the bathroom and brushed her hair smooth and pulled it back into a ponytail with a hair band she had found yesterday. Then she headed downstairs and caught a whiff of fresh coffee and bacon frying as she approached the kitchen, making her mouth water. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 22 When she pushed the kitchen door open, she was stunned to see him at the stove, dressed in shorts and a casual shirt, cooking bacon—and looking like he's done it for years! He glanced at her with a surprised look on his face as she approached him; she wrapped her arms around his waist and looked up at him as she asked him why he was looking at her that way. He told her she looked very young dressed like that and with her hair pulled back. She smiled wryly and then asked him if there was anything she could do to help. He told her to look in the fridge and get some eggs out and make them ready for scrambling when he was through with the bacon. So she did that, and then toasted some bread and poured them some coffee while he cooked the eggs. They sat to eat at a small table in the kitchen area, and smiled at each other as if they did this every morning and started to eat heartily, as they were both very hungry. As they were finishing breakfast, she asked him if there was a washing machine and dryer in his friend's house, and he said yes and asked her why. She laughed softly and said that they should wash all the towels, sheets and blankets that they had "messed up" since they came to his friend's house! He told her he had already thought about that, and most of their towels and blankets were already being washed, but they needed to pull the sheets off the master bed and wash them as well. When they finished breakfast, she helped him clean up the kitchen, washing all the dishes they had used from lunch yesterday, dinner last night and breakfast this morning, while he dried them and put them away, since he knew where they belonged. She finished in the kitchen, wiping off the stove and all the countertops with a hot, soapy rag to clean off all the grease from the bacon while he went to get the sheets off the master bed. When she was done, she went upstairs to brush her teeth and helped him re-make the master bed with clean sheets; then she was afraid they were going to have to wash the bedspread as well when she made the mistake of crawling onto the bed on her hands and knees to smooth out some wrinkles near the middle of the bed. She leaned forward really far, putting her ass higher in the air, and he was behind her just staring at her ass. She heard him groan softly and turned her head just in time to see him launching himself at her onto the bed. He landed right beside her on his back and grabbed her, rolling her over onto her back with him on top of her and started kissing her passionately, with his arms wrapped around and under her shoulders, and his body writhing against hers, his hips thrusting against hers like he was fucking her through their clothes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his thighs as she thrust her hips back against his just as hard, wishing they were naked, as she could feel the bulge of his hard cock pressing against her crotch and it made her moan deeply. He felt her moving her body with his and heard her moan deeply because she could feel his hard dick pressing against her crotch, and he groaned in response; he wanted to fuck her again so badly, but he knew his friend was due to arrive on his boat any minute and he wanted to be able to leave as soon as possible. He slowed the passion of his kisses and the frantic movement of his body against hers, but continued to rub himself against her very slowly while he stared down at her and continued to kiss her softly. She would sigh or moan every time he firmly rubbed his dick against her crotch, and he could see she wanted him as badly as he wanted her, but it would have to wait for the moment. He started to hear the faint sound of a small outboard motor coming from outside, and he saw her frown as she recognized the sound as well, then looked at him with her eyes wide and said, "What is that? Where is it coming from?" He brought his arms out from under her and propped himself up to look out the balcony doors to see his boat anchored offshore, then he looked back down at her and smiled and said, "It's my boat. I had my friend bring it around from the marina so I could take you out for a while today." She looked excited at first, then she stopped and frowned, and said nervously, "Wait, your friend brought it around? Your friend is here? Does he know about me? You promised me no one would find out about me!" she exclaimed on that last statement. He put his hand in front of her mouth to quiet her and said, "No, my friend doesn't know about you. All he knows is that I, uh..., called him last night and asked him to bring my boat here and just leave it and that he, um..., was to just take off after he left the launch on the beach. I, uh..., left the keys in my car for him and told him I'd call him later with further instructions," he stammered a few times as he tried to figure out a plausible story to tell her. She was frowning at him like she wasn't quite buying his story, but he wasn't about to tell her the truth...at least not until he got her out on the boat because she wouldn't be able to get away then. He backed away from her and got up off the bed to look out the doors; he could see the launch boat down on the beach, but his friend was nowhere in sight, so he looked back at her, still sitting on the middle of the bed with a suspicious look on her face. He held out his hand to her and said, "Come see for yourself! There's my boat, there's the launch and there's no one around!" She crawled off the bed and walked to him at the doors and looked out to see a large cabin cruiser floating at anchor several hundred feet offshore. She couldn't stop herself from smiling at the prospect of being on a boat again...and with John Wayne; she looked at him, both of them smiling...she knew this was going to be the best...and possibly, worst...day of her life! Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 23 John Wayne looked at Diana Maitland when she saw his boat anchored offshore; it was a 37-foot wooden cabin cruiser painted white with teak decking, shiny chrome rails and a covered flying bridge. She smiled and looked up at him and she seemed happier and more excited than she had been when he'd brought her here to his friend's beach house. She asked him excitedly, "When can we leave?" He laughed quietly, and said, "Right now, if you're ready!" She immediately turned around and headed for the bedroom door, saying, "Let's go!!!" walking so fast she was almost running. She was headed down the stairs before he could catch up to her, saying loudly, "Wait! Do you think you need to take anything with you that I might not have onboard?" She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at him, exasperated, and asked, "Like what?" He frowned and said, "I'm not sure, what do you usually need when you're on a boat?" She looked at him and asked, "Do you have food and drinks onboard?" He nodded yes. Do you have any hats and sunglasses?" Another yes. "Do you have fishing gear and bait?" He said of course. "Then what else do we need?" as she held her arms out to her sides, palms up, then jerked her left arm toward the patio doors as she turned and exclaimed, "Come on!" Then she took off toward the door, opening it quickly and heading across the patio and down to the beach as he followed behind her as fast as he could. She was waiting impatiently for him by the small, rubber launch boat and she helped him drag it out far enough so he could get in and lower the motor to start it while she kept the nose headed into the waves, and then jumped in as soon as he said he was ready. He gunned the little motor to keep the nose of the small craft pointed directly at the incoming waves, and they had to hold on tight to get over the first couple waves until they got past where the waves were breaking. She had shrieked and laughed excitedly getting over the waves, and then looked back at him, smiling joyously. The swells headed out to his boat were only about 1 -- 2 feet, not rough at all, and she was riding in the small boat with ease, not holding onto anything. She just kept her face tilted slightly upward toward the sun and pointed straight into the wind, her eyes closed and breathing deeply; he could see she loved being on the water. As they approached his boat, he cut the motor speed so that the wind blowing against them would allow him to nudge the raft right up to the stern of the boat before he had to kill the motor. She was kneeling at the front of the raft, ready to grab the line on the stern platform as soon as they reached it, which she did with no problem. They guided the raft until it was sideways to the stern platform so they could climb out; she was out of the raft, holding onto its bowline and standing on the slightly bobbing platform before he could even offer to assist her—she didn't need his assistance; she had very good sea legs. He raised the motor on the raft and climbed out of it almost as ably as she had, then they both climbed the stern ladder into the boat. Then they pulled the raft up onto the platform, pulled the back part of the platform up against the stern on its hinges, wedging the raft between the stern and the platform and secured the lines to the stern cleats. He noted she saw him using a clove hitch to secure the line, so she did the same thing with hers. She really had spent a lot of time on boats; he didn't know any other women who would know how to do a clove hitch, or even know what it was! She saw him look at her in amazement and then smile when she followed him and used a clove hitch to attach the line to the cleat, and she raised her eyebrows at him and said, "What, you think I spent all those years on boats and I wouldn't know how to do a simple clove hitch? My daddy taught me everything about being on a boat; you just consider me your first mate and I'll follow your orders, Captain!" as she snapped him a crisp salute that he would have expected to see from any proud serviceman. She threw her shoulders back and stood straight and tall at attention, and snapped her right arm up, bent at the elbow and at the perfect angle to place her straight, flat forearm, wrist, hand and fingers just at her outer right eyebrow and held it until he returned her salute. He frowned and laughed again as he asked her, "Where the hell did you learn how to salute like that?" He'd spent enough time around military people to know a proper salute when he saw one. She smiled and chuckled and said, "Oh, Daddy was Army Air Corps; two of my brothers were in the Navy, and I had an ex-brother in the Army." He frowned as he asked her, "Your father was in the Army Air Corp? Was this during the war?" "Daddy was a civilian employee of one of the Army bases near our home that housed a division of the Army Air Corp in the 30's. He's a mechanic and he knew a lot about aircraft engines at that time. Before we were involved in the war, he was asked to work with the aircraft manufacturer on design improvements on the engines for the large bombers they were designing. After Pearl Harbor, he was commissioned because of his education and knowledge and became the officer in charge of making sure that the AM schools at all the air bases were kept up to date on the mechanics of and maintenance procedures for the new engines. He did spend a little time away from us during the early 40's when he had to go to Seattle once for several weeks to meet with the Boeing designers and then to the Pentagon for a couple days every few months to make sure all the new engine specifications and training information were being routed to the AM schools. He would take me with him on those trips, sometimes, and when I wasn't hanging around the Pentagon, I would spend the day wandering around Washington, visiting all the historic places to remind myself what all those men and boys, like my brothers and brother, in our armed forces were sent to fight, and many to die, for..." She trailed off as she saw a sad frown come over his face; she asked him what was wrong. He had frowned slightly, wondering what she must think about him, knowing he never served during the war himself, when he should have; and her father was much older than he had been at that time. He looked down as he told her what he thought, not wanting to see if she was disappointed with him because of that. She moved to him and put her arms around his waist and stared up at him and said, "Daddy only enlisted because he knew there was no chance that they were going to send him to fight—he was needed here. My brothers joined the Navy because they figured they would be safer on ships than getting sent to the front lines—they got lucky because their ship was never involved in any major battles. My sister is no longer married to her first husband because when he came back from the front lines, he was never the same again—he wouldn't tell anyone what had happened and he became a very angry man. I don't blame you at all for not joining up; I don't believe that everyone should feel that they have to fight and die for what they believe. If everyone felt that way, the world would be at war constantly. And I am thankful, like you, that there are men and women who are willing to risk their lives to protect our country and our way of life. No, you didn't serve, but you've been nothing but supportive by the portrayals of the military in your movies because of your great respect for their sacrifices in keeping our country safe. As long as you did what you felt you needed to do, how could I, or anyone, blame you for that?" Then she stepped back from him and stood at attention and said, "Your orders, Captain?" He cleared his throat, then said huskily, "First, come here and give the Captain a kiss," as he grabbed her upper arms and pulled her to him to kiss her tenderly for several moments, as he thought about what an understanding woman she was, and wise beyond her years. She had just helped him feel a little more at peace with a decision that he has struggled with over the years. Then he lifted his head and looked at her and slowly released her as he said, "Now, go to the bow and let me know when the anchor is all the way up." She snapped another quick salute, and said "Aye, aye, Captain!" and headed to the port gunwale and made her way forward to the bow as he climbed up to the covered bridge and hit the switch to bring up the anchor and turned the engine blower on. He stared at her ass as she leaned on the port bow railing watching the anchor line coming up, and when she saw the chain that signals the anchor is almost up, she glanced back and said, "Almost there..." And when the anchor appeared and wedged into it's holding position, she yelled, "OK!" so he released the anchor switch. He could usually tell by himself when the anchor was up, but he just wanted to see how easily she could get around on the boat, plus the added bonus of seeing her shapely ass as she bent over! He started the engine as she made her way back down the port side again and then joined him on the bridge and asked, "Where's the best fishing around here, Captain?" "Right here in Santa Monica Bay...halibut!" he yelled, as he throttled the engine forward and headed due southeast at about 140° on the compass. She was familiar enough with the coastal area to know that he was going to head to the southeastern side of the bay so they could drift northwest, since the wind was right out of the southeast. He told her the ride would take close to an hour since it was about a 20-mile trip and his boat's top cruising speed was 25 knots and they were headed into the wind. She told him that was fine, she was just happy to be on a boat again! He asked her to go below and get him a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from a drawer in the galley, so she did. She stood next to him for the first 15 minutes of the trip, and just leaned against him as he perched on the captain's seat; she was looking around and taking in the sights of the beautiful, blue sky with little, puffy clouds and the sparkling, blue water with a few whitecaps here and there. They would glance at each other and smile gleefully, and he would occasionally lean over and kiss her softly. About halfway through the trip, she started to feel antsy from her excitement and she needed to do something constructive, so she asked him to tell her where the fishing gear was stored and she would start breaking it out so they could have things ready to start as soon as they reached their destination. He told her it was below deck in a storage closet on the port side just beyond the galley, so she went below and found it and took out a couple of the larger rods and reels, and then found a tackle box containing the bottom rigs and other lures. She carried everything up to the aft deck and sat in one of the deck chairs while she checked over all the gear, making sure the fishing lines still looked good and strong. Then she set about untangling a few of the bottom rigs, which were a slightly different design from the double bottom rigs she had been used to using, but she could see how they worked. He also had a much larger assortment of sinker sizes, ranging from 4 ounces up to 10 and 12 ounces—much larger than she was used to using when she had fished the Chesapeake Bay. But this was a more open body of water and the currents and wind made drifting a lot faster and in deeper water, so you would have to use heavier sinkers to keep the bait on the bottom where the fish were. She knew halibut were similar to flounder, but were usually much larger, and she hoped if she was lucky enough to hook one today that she would be able to get it into the boat. The largest flounder she had ever caught was just over 8 pounds and she had struggled to get it up, but she had been using a much smaller rod and reel than these were, and lighter fishing line so she hoped that would make the difference. Wayne had wondered where she disappeared to when she didn't come back after about 10 minutes, then he stood up and glanced backward and saw her sitting down on the aft deck going through the tackle. He chuckled and shook his head; she was really eager to do some fishing, and he hoped they would have good luck today—for her sake! After she had finished getting the rods and reels and the bottom rigs ready, she went back up to the bridge and noticed that she could see a high point of land on the horizon directly in front of them that curved to the port side, and she looked questioningly at him. He told her it was Palos Verdes Point; they were nearing the southern end of Santa Monica Bay. She asked him where the bait would be, and he told her it would be in the icebox in the galley, so she kissed him quickly and headed back down to the galley to get the bait. She found a container of whole, fresh-dead squid and one of sardines so she pulled them out, then she found a small cooler and put a block of ice from the icebox freezer into the cooler and put the bait into it and took it up to the aft deck and left it sitting in a shaded spot. Then she went back up to the bridge and she could see they were getting closer to Palos Verdes; they would probably stop soon and find out which way the boat was going to drift. He slowed the engine, then went into neutral and turned the boat slightly to port to see which way the wind would catch and move it. The wind pushed the boat all the way around so that it was coming straight across the stern and pointing the bow straight northwest. Wayne knew that they were in about 40 feet of water, which was where halibut were most likely to be found this time of year; luckily for them, there weren't too many other boats around. It was getting close to 11:00, so he told her she'd better get down on the deck and start fishing; she immediately headed down the ladder and grabbed both rods and reels and pulled bait out of the cooler and started to put it on the hooks. He followed her down after a minute as he paused to check the path of their drift to be sure there were no other boats anchored in front of them. He expected to find her waiting for him to bait the hooks, since he couldn't imagine a woman touching fish and squid, only to find her already baiting the hooks and asking him for a rag or something to wipe her hands on. He dipped a rag he found in one of the side storage compartments into the ocean and handed it to her. As she took it from him, she noticed the surprised look on his face and she figured it was because he hadn't expected her to actually touch the bait. So, as she wiped the fish and squid slime off her hands, she looked at him and said, "I've never really touched bait before because Daddy always did it for me." She started to laugh as she told him the next part, "He always told me that it was his job...that he was the 'master baiter!' It wasn't until my late teens that I realized he was making a dirty joke!" Wayne burst out laughing with her on that and said that her father sounded like quite a character, and that he'd be more than happy to take over as "master baiter" for her. Then she looked around and said, "At this clip, I think we'll need about...8 or 10 ounce sinkers; what do you think?" He looked at how fast they were drifting and agreed with her assessment. So, she put an 8-ounce sinker on one of the lines and a 10-ounce one on the other. She handed him the one with 10 ounces, then tossed the other line overboard off the port stern and let it trail out until she felt it bounce like it had hit the bottom, then let a little more line trail out. He tossed the other line over the starboard stern and it seemed to hit bottom faster than hers did, so maybe 10 ounces was too much. He smoked a few cigarettes as they sat in the deck chairs and let the lines drift for a little while, watching the tips of the rods and feeling the bumping as the bottom rigs bounced along the sandy bottom of the bay; she closed her eyes and sighed deeply—oh, how she'd missed this! Then she felt the bumping of her bottom rig stop, then a slight pull on her line and saw her rod tip bend harder as if caught on something; she immediately flipped the lever on her reel to let more line out for a few seconds as she got up and moved to the port side. When she stopped the line, she held tightly to the rod and then pulled up on it as hard as she could, and she felt a heavy weight on the line that immediately started to tug hard against her! "Oh, my God!" she cried as she realized she had hooked something that was larger than anything she had ever fought before, besides that sailfish. She started trying to reel it in slowly and steadily, keeping the line taut, but with flounder and halibut, that's usually not an issue since they're always trying to head for the bottom again, but she knew that sometimes they'd swim toward you. She was hanging onto the rod and reeling for dear life, and she would squeal when the fish would tug harder against her, making her stop reeling and just hold tightly onto the rod as it bent further; he was right beside her, adjusting the drag on her reel as needed and encouraging her. He had flicked a just lit cigarette overboard and stuck his rod in a holder on the starboard side gunwale when she'd first hung the fish, and pulled a landing net out of one of the side storage areas and went to stand beside her as she fought it and finally got it to the top of the water after about 20 minutes. It was about a 30-pound halibut, bigger than any flounder she'd ever seen! He got the net under it and lifted it out of the water and into the boat; the net was not quite large enough to hold the whole fish—it was curved somewhat in the net and the last couple feet or so of the tail was sticking out! When he laid the net and the fish down on the deck, she set the rod down and squealed and laughed and was dancing and jumping around on the deck and kept repeating quickly, "Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!" like she had just been told she'd won a million dollars! He couldn't help but laugh at her excitement as he untangled the fish from the net. She stopped and looked at him as he was carefully extracting the hook from the fish's mouth with a pair of needle nosed pliers, as she said excitedly, "I can't believe it! That is the biggest fish I've ever caught! Even if I don't get another bite today, it won't matter—this is the most fun I've ever had fishing!" She launched herself at him when he stood up, and he grabbed her and lifted her up as he hugged her tightly to him, and she wrapped herself around him as he rotated side to side a few times from their excitement. Then they heard the huge fish flop on the deck and they stopped and looked down at the fish and then at each other as they grinned, and he said, "Well I guess we'd better get it into the holding well!" So he set her down and grabbed a gaff hook and stuck it into the fish's mouth and lifted it up slightly as he turned to open the lid to the holding well built into the stern of the boat, and slid the big fish up the side and down into the well. They fished for a couple more hours, making a couple runs back close to where they had started before, making slightly different drifts, and eating a light snack during one of the drifts. They caught a few more halibut, but none of them were as big as her first one. On their last drift, they were celebrating having just caught another nice fish; he playfully doused her shirt with a small bucket of seawater and then grabbed her and kissed her passionately, then they heard another boat approaching and getting closer than any other boat had come by them before. They broke apart and looked out to see a smaller fishing boat with 3 men in it pulling up from astern and slowing to their starboard side about 20 feet away. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 23 Luckily, they had donned sunglasses earlier and he was wearing a cap, so they hoped he wouldn't be recognized. One of the men in the boat yelled, "Hey there! We happened to see your last catch—looked like a nice one! Have you had much luck today?" She did the talking while he tried to keep his face turned away from them, and she told them they had a few nice ones, but it had been slow going. She noticed the man kept glancing down at her chest, so she discreetly looked down and saw that her wet tee shirt was plastered to her bare breasts; she had taken the bathing suit top off earlier because it was getting uncomfortable. No wonder Wayne had grabbed her and kissed her like that after he threw the water on her—the tee shirt was practically transparent when it was wet! Well, it was too late to try to cover herself up now, and besides, maybe it would keep the men's attention on her and off of him! As the other boat drifted a little closer, she noticed one of the men in the boat kept eyeballing Wayne and her, so she tried to distract him by moving to the holding well and asking the men if they'd like to see their catch. They said no, and then she saw the one man staring at him, then he nudged his friend and said, "Hey Dave, doesn't he look like John Wayne?" Dave looked at Wayne instead of her and said he couldn't tell because of the hat and sunglasses. Diana started laughing as she moved next to Wayne again, and said to the men, "Oh, my husband gets that all the time! He does bear a striking resemblance to the man, which is why I fell in love with him, and he even drove me crazy by learning to talk just like him, too! I swear, I can't keep my hands off of him! His name is even similar to Mr. Wayne's. Go on honey, show them!" as she looked up at him over her sunglasses with her eyes wide, as if to say, "Just play along!" Wayne looked down at her over his sunglasses as if to say, "This had better work!" Then he took off the sunglasses and cap he was wearing, and said, "Ahoy there! You'll have to forgive my initial reluctance to talk to you, because I get mistaken for him all the time, and well, it is kind of embarrassing!" The other men gawked at him for several moments as they all commented on how they would've sworn he was John Wayne; then they looked at Diana and asked her to swear that he was her husband. She did, even making up names and a story, saying, "I'm Diana Wyatt and this is my husband...John Wyatt. We're visiting from Virginia and our friend was kind enough to lend us his boat for a day of fishing since he couldn't take us himself. You see, we own a boat back home as well and go fishing on the Chesapeake Bay a lot, and we wanted to experience the fabulous fishing here in southern California as well, and it's been a great day. But, frankly, gentlemen, you arrived at a most inopportune moment, because I was about to ask my husband to drop anchor so we could celebrate our catch by having some really hot sex...and you ruined it for me!" she scolded them as she put her hands on her hips. It looked like the men were buying her story, so she ended it by trying to embarrass them and drive them away as quickly as possible. It worked, because they all got startled looks on their faces when she scolded them for ruining her idea to have sex with "her husband," and the first man who'd spoken to them mumbled, "We're real sorry, ma'am...we'll just be on our way." Then the man glanced at Wayne with his eyebrows raised and said, "You're a lucky man. You've got one hell of a wife there!" as they started to move away slowly. Wayne had glanced at her quickly and frowned when she said his name was John Wyatt; then he chuckled when he saw the men's reactions to her scolding. And when the man said he was lucky and had one hell of a "wife," he looked at the man and grinned broadly as he grabbed her and pulled her against him and yelled, "I know!" then bent his head down and kissed her hard and passionately as he grabbed her ass. They could hear the men laughing, cheering and whistling as they started to speed away from them. When he lifted his head from kissing her, he asked her sexily, "Was that true? Were you about to ask me to drop the anchor so we could have sex?" as his eyes smoldered at her. She nodded up at him as her eyes mirrored his. Then he said, "This is not the best area...too many other boats around. I'm going to start heading us back, and as soon as we get to an area with less traffic, I'll stop and drop anchor and then we can 'celebrate' however you want!" as he kissed her quick and hard. Then he stepped back from her and stared at her breasts in the wet tee shirt as a look of raw desire came over his face, then looked at her face again as he took a deep breath and growled deep in his throat, and then headed up the ladder to the bridge to get the boat underway. She stayed on the aft deck and cleaned up some of the mess from fishing—threw what was left of the bait overboard and stowed the gear and tackle where it belonged, then she rinsed the deck and sides with a couple buckets of sea water that she had dipped up to rinse away most of the fish slime before they got underway. Then she went up and joined him on the bridge and he looked at her and asked, "How did you come up with the name Wyatt for us?" She told him that she had a cousin back in Virginia named John Wyatt, and that his name just popped into her head as being similar to his when she was formulating the story to tell those men. Then he asked her if she'd ever seen any of his older movies from the 30's, and she said she'd seen a few, and then asked him why. "Did you ever see one called 'Westward Ho'?" he asked with a frown on his face. She shook her head no, and he looked somewhat relieved, then said, "Well, it just so happens that my character's name in that movie was John Wyatt...some coincidence, huh?" as she laughed and shook her head with a look of surprise on her face. He noticed that where they were now, there was very little boat traffic; he throttled back to neutral and then cut the boat engine, flicked his cigarette overboard and grabbed her and kissed her for a moment while the engine blowers ran. Then he looked at her with his eyes burning hotly; he wanted her so badly because it had been over 6 hours since the last time he had been inside her. When he had thrown the bucket of water on her and saw the tee shirt plastered to her bare breasts, he was about to attack her right there—thank God that other boat had shown up! He'd almost started to feel jealous when he saw the other men looking at Diana's breasts; but when she told them he was her husband and made up that story, and then scolded them for ruining her plans to have really hot sex with him, he couldn't help but laugh at the men's reactions. He saw that they all glanced at him enviously as they were leaving, and he couldn't help but emphasize to the men that she belonged to him by grabbing her ass. Then he cut the blowers and hit the anchor switch to lower it, and kissed her again; when he heard the anchor line motor change pitch because it hit bottom, he let go of the switch and then continued to kiss her hard for several moments as he waited to feel the boat start to swing around signaling that the anchor was holding. When he was sure it was, he looked at her and growled, "Get below deck before I attack you right here on the bridge!" with his eyes burning as his dick had been hard ever since he saw her breasts in that wet tee shirt. "Aye, aye, Captain!" she whispered sexily, then moved to and climbed down the ladder and went below and headed toward the main stateroom at the front of the cabin, shedding her clothes as she went. When he followed her down, he found her damp tee shirt and shorts in the galley; then some bathing suit bottoms in the passageway outside his stateroom. He stepped through the door to find her laying on the large berth against the back wall in the same position as earlier this morning; on her back, propped on her elbows with her knees up and her legs and pussy spread wide open, and she purred provocatively at him, "The first mate requests the Captain to fuck her...hard!" He shed his clothes quickly, then stared at her as he moved to her, crawled on top of her and then shoved his dick into her as hard as he could, and growled, "Request granted!" Then he proceeded to fuck her as hard and deep as he could, both of them clinging to each other, grunting and groaning, as they just needed a good, hard, quick fuck to relieve their pent up lust and desire. They both came after just a few minutes of pounding away at each other, and they were already covered with sweat since it was a warm day and they were below deck with no air stirring. He immediately rolled off of her to lay beside her on his back, both of them panting heavily, and they became aware that the air was stale, they smelled of sweat, bait and fish, and it wasn't the most pleasant scent. They looked at each other at the same time, crinkling their noses and said, "Ugh! We stink!" Then they started laughing even as they were still gasping for air! As he started to calm down, he got up and slid open the windows on the opposite wall above the berth at the front of the cabin, and, immediately, they felt a breeze since the wind was blowing straight over the bow as the boat lay at anchor. It helped get rid of the smell in the air, but it was still all over their bodies; so he suggested that they take a quick rinse in the small shower stall in the head since he was sure his friend had filled the onboard storage tank before he left the marina this morning. They couldn't share the shower because it was just too small, but he told her there should be plenty of water for both of them if they were conservative. He let her go first, so she rinsed herself down and turned off the water, then used soap on the most important areas, especially her fishy hands and feet, and then rinsed thoroughly and got out so he could do the same. Once they were both clean and dry, they went back to the stateroom, took the cover off the berth and lay down again to kiss and caress each other until they were ready to make slow, passionate love. While they were staring at each other as he was slowly sliding in and out of her to the rhythm of the boat rolling on the waves as it lay at anchor, he suddenly had the idea that this would be the best time to tell her about his friend catching them together since he knew his friend was still going to be at the house when they returned. He started hesitantly, "Diana, I have to tell you something...I lied to you about something." Her eyebrows went up in question, and then she closed her eyes and moaned as he stroked into her a little deeper. He continued, "I lied about my friend not knowing anything about you." She opened her eyes and frowned, and then moaned and closed them as he stroked deeply into her again. He hoped this was going to work; as he told her what had happened yesterday, he would stop talking when she would frown or look scared and thrust his dick into her a few times until she would close her eyes and moan. As he got to the last part about his friend admitting he'd seen them fucking, he kept thrusting himself into her harder and deeper, making his words come out as moans as he reminded her what they had done when his friend had said he'd watched. It managed to drive both of them to orgasm, but then he waited nervously to see what the fallout was going to be. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 24 When John Wayne told Diana Maitland that his friend knew about her, she had wanted to ask him how, but he kept distracting her with his cock; then he started to tell her, but kept his cock moving inside her so that she was only getting parts of the story. Then he started to remind her of the last time they fucked on the beach yesterday, describing it in detail and bringing that image back to her mind and, coupled with what he was doing to her right now, it brought her to orgasm at the same moment as he—right at the end of his description. As her senses recovered, she started to put the pieces of the story together. From what he'd said, it sounded like his friend had come home unexpectedly, saw the two of them fucking on the beach, and his friend had confronted him afterward. Then she surmised that he just sent his friend on his merry way, but asked him to bring his boat around this morning and then pretend to just disappear! What the hell?!!! He was still lying on top of her, watching her warily, and breathing heavily. She brought her hands up from his sides and put them on his chest to try to push him off her, but he wasn't budging. "Get off of me!" she shouted angrily. He quickly grabbed her wrists and pinned them up on either side of her head so she couldn't try to punch him again—even though he deserved it—again. Then he said, "I'm not going to let you up until we talk this out...it's not as bad as you think!" "Not as bad...! He saw us fucking, for God's sake! He's seen me naked! Doesn't that bother you at all?!!" she half shrieked in anger and half wailed in fear and embarrassment, as she struggled in vain get him off of her, though his cock did slip out of her during her struggle. "YES...it bothers me!" he roared, as her held her pinned wrists tighter. Then he continued angrily, "I almost smashed his face in when he told me about that! He said he was terribly sorry because he knew I could very well kill him, but that he couldn't help it, because...because..." he stopped, not knowing how she would take his friend's explanation. "Because what?!!!" she yelled through her gritted teeth. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath and then exhaled heavily as he opened his eyes to stare directly into hers and said quietly, "He said he was mesmerized because it was the most beautiful, sensuous and erotic thing he'd ever seen. And then he told me I was very lucky to have found my soul mate when I told him that was who you were—I never told him your name." She didn't look as angry and scared as she was, but she was still frowning, so he continued, "I've known this man for almost 30 years, I'd trust him with my life; other than this one indiscretion, he's never done anything to ever make me feel I couldn't trust him. We've played stupid practical jokes on each other over the years, but we've never done anything that would hurt each other intentionally—other than physically, I mean! He knew I was in love with you before I even told him that you were my soul mate. Besides that, he knows that I'd make good on my threat to kill him, or at least beat the living shit out of him, if he ever tells anyone about anything regarding you or this weekend—but I really don't believe I'll ever have to make good on that threat." He could see she was calming down as he explained his trust in his friend. She tried to take a deep breath, but he was still mostly on top of her, so he lifted his body just far enough so she could breathe deeper, and she looked at him and said, "You're sure you can trust him?" He nodded solemnly. Then she asked him, "So, who is he, this friend of yours...anyone I may have heard of?" He nodded again, and when she raised her eyebrows to get him to tell her, he said simply, "Ward." She cried, "Bond? Ward Bond! Oh, God! Why couldn't it have been one of your non-movie industry buddies? You do know chances are that I am going to bump into him at the studio at some point, don't you? You may trust him, but what about me—can I trust him?" He nodded again, as he said quietly, "Which is why I wanted to tell you about this now so you could meet him face to face when no one else is around, so that the two of you would not be thrown if or when he ever ran into you. Because I know Ward, he has no poker face when it comes to surprises. Even though I know he wouldn't have said anything to you if I had never told you, it would have been written all over his face, and then you would've thought that I'd told him about you or you would've at least wondered why he reacted to you that way, knowing he's a friend of mine. Do you see now why I had to tell you about this?" She sighed heavily, and said, "Yes." Then her eyes narrowed as she said through her teeth, "But you sure picked a dirty, rotten, underhanded way of breaking this to me...using sex to try to soften the blow! Do you realize how much I love you to be letting you get away with this?" she asked him huskily. He nodded and then said quietly, "You know, I didn't have to tell you this; I could've kept it from you and just told Ward who you were, and then if he ever did meet you at the studio, he wouldn't have been as surprised and you would never have known. But, I have to say that I'm actually glad that he knows, so I'll have someone to turn to for support if this weekend doesn't end the way I want it to." He had a stark look on his face as he said that. She closed her eyes at the look on his face; he looked sad and scared, and it saddened her that it was the thought that she was going to walk away from him that caused him to feel that way. She opened her eyes and said, "If he is that good a friend to you, then I will be happy to meet him." He leaned down to kiss her tenderly, and released her wrists to put his arms under her shoulders and back to hold her tightly again; she put her hands on the sides of his face and neck and returned his kiss just as tenderly. When he raised his head, he asked her if she was ready to head back, and she smiled softly and nodded. Then she said, "Thanks for the best fishing trip I've ever had! I'll never forget it..." she stopped and blinked as tears came into her eyes. His eyes misted slightly as he stared at her, and said huskily, "You're welcome...and I'll never forget it either." Then he kissed her again for a moment, softly, and then lifted himself off of her so they could get up and clean up a little and get dressed again. Then they headed up to the bridge, weighed anchor and turned around and headed back toward Ward's beach house. It took them about 15 minutes, and when the boat came nudging past the western rock face as Wayne was positioning it to drop anchor, they saw Ward sitting in a chair out on the beach reading a newspaper; he jumped up like he was going to try to run into the house, then he stopped as they both waved at him. Diana couldn't help but chuckle at the way he'd jumped up, then looked back and forth at them and the house like he couldn't decide if it was too late to try and hide or not. She'd looked at Wayne and said, "I think he thinks he's in trouble!" So they'd waved at him and he tentatively waved back. When they came ashore in the launch raft, Ward came over to grab the bowline as she tossed it to him, then he stood there looking sheepishly at her as she climbed out of the raft staring at him with a stern look on her face. Duke had stepped out of the raft, so Ward started to haul it up onto the beach, walking backward as Diana followed, still staring at him sternly. When he stopped, she walked directly up to him and folded her arms across her chest because she noticed he kept glancing at her breasts, so she stared sternly up into his face and then spoke in her most serious tone of voice. "Mr. Bond, my name is Diana Maitland and I work at the studio that is getting ready to produce one of your friend's next movies, so we may have occasion to run into each other there, and I want to make sure that you will in no way, ever, let on that I had any kind of relationship with your friend here," as she jerked her head sideways toward Wayne. Then she put her hands on her hips and said loudly, like she was barking a command, "IS THAT CLEAR?" as her wide eyes stared directly up into his; she noted he was not quite as tall as the big man. His eyes went wide, but he still looked sheepish as he mumbled, "Yes, ma'am...Miss Maitland." She dropped her hands off her hips and then flung them out to her side as she said sarcastically, "Oh, for God's sake, call me Diana. I mean, you've seen me completely naked and in the most compromising position possible. There's no need for formalities now!" He looked startled and glanced at Duke, who was just standing there with his arms folded across his chest and one hand on his mouth as he was trying not to laugh. Ward looked back at her again and saw her looking at him like she was waiting for him to decide how he was going to react to her. Duke had already threatened to kill him if he ever told anyone, and now she was adding her two cents worth, and he had a feeling that her wrath would be way worse than Duke's! She was a feisty little thing—and he liked her instantly. Then he smiled and said in his gruff voice, "Damn, Diana. I like your style. I'll bet you've been able to keep the Duke here in line if he's done anything you didn't like!" Wayne piped up then, and said with a short laugh, "Yeah, I'll warn you now, Ward. Don't piss her off...she can throw a punch like a man...see?" as he lifted his shirtsleeve and showed Ward the bruise she'd left on his arm from last night. She looked at Wayne and told him again how sorry she was for that one, and then she asked him if his stomach still hurt. They stared at each other for a moment as their eyes started to smolder; then he asked her if her ass still hurt, and they almost forgot Ward was there until he coughed slightly. She turned her face back to Ward quickly as she blushed, and said nervously, "I do my best at keeping him in line. Unfortunately, he has the power to make me forget whatever it is I'm mad about, and he can be ruthless at wielding that power over me." Wayne drawled deeply, "Don't forget, little girl, that goes both ways...you have just as much power over me," as she glanced back at him and another hot look passed between them, which was not lost on Ward. Ward figured he should just get going and let them go back to trying to get each other out of their systems, so he said, "I guess I'll just mosey on out to the boat and get it back to the marina." Diana spoke up first, and said, "Oh, please, don't go yet! I'd like to get to know you a little better so I know I can trust you with this secret...please? Stay and have a few drinks with us, and we can tell you about our fishing trip and you can tell me some embarrassing stories about the Duke here...something he wouldn't want me to know about! Please? This is your house, after all, and I would like to thank you for allowing me to stay here." she said sincerely when he still hesitated. Ward smiled at her, then offered her his arm to escort her up the beach as he said, "Sure. I guess I can stick around for a little bit. Besides, you two could probably use a break...you both look like you're walking a little funny!" as he chuckled at his joke. Then he yelled, "OW!" as Diana punched him in the arm. He stopped and was rubbing his arm as he looked at her and asked, "What was that for?" Diana said sternly, "We just got off the boat, Ward—we haven't gotten our land legs back yet! That's why we're walking funny!" Ward glanced over at the Duke again as he rubbed his arm, and Duke chuckled at him and said, "I warned you! Don't piss her off!" As Ward looked warily back down at Diana, she grinned crookedly and said, "Besides, if you think we're walking funny now, wait till you see him tomorrow...I'm not nearly through with him yet!" as she glanced back over her shoulder at the big man and winked, then looked back up at Ward and they both started to laugh. Ward knew the Duke had lucked into one hell of a woman—no wonder Duke had fallen so hard so fast...hell, he was half in love with her already, too! Ward escorted her up the beach and onto the patio as they chuckled at the look on Duke's face when he and Diana had started laughing at her statement that Duke was going to be walking funny tomorrow. Duke clearly did not like that she had shared a joke like that with him...Duke was looking a bit jealous as he followed them up onto the patio. They all went over to rinse their feet with a hose next to the outdoor shower, then Ward sat Diana in one of the chairs at the patio table and said, "Well, since this is my house, I may as well play host. What can I get you to drink?" Diana said, "Well, usually after a good day of fishing, I like to have a beer or two—do you have any beer?" Ward replied that he did and asked her if she wanted a bottle or a can, and she told him she wanted a bottle. Ward then asked the Duke what he wanted, and Wayne replied that he'd come in and help Ward get the drinks—he wanted to speak to him privately for a few minutes—so he told Diana they'd be right back. Diana knew why he wanted to go in with Ward; she could tell that he was uncomfortable with the fact that Ward liked her instantly and it seemed to be causing him some jealousy. She wished she could hear what he was going to say to Ward; this might give her more ammunition she needs to finally convince him that they would have problems if they stayed together. She was a little warm, so she stood up and shed the shorts then gathered up the bottom of the tee shirt and pulled it forward and stuffed it down through the neck, sort of turning it into a makeshift bra top, and decided to relax on the double chaise lounge. Wayne followed Ward into the utility room where he had an extra icebox that he kept beer and other cold drinks in. Ward looked at the Duke, smiling, as he opened the icebox to get the beers and said to him, "Damn, Duke. I really like her. Now I understand how you fell for her so fast. She's special...I've never met a woman who intrigued me so the second I laid eyes on her and who has done nothing but surprise me since meeting her just a few minutes ago!" Duke looked at him sullenly, and said, "Yeah, what's not to like! See how fast she's gotten to you? Now imagine throwing in the thought that she desires you like no other woman you've ever known—how would you react?" Ward thought for a moment, remembering how Diana had looked at the Duke when he'd watched them on the beach yesterday, and then looked at his friend and said, "It's a wonder you aren't a dead man by now! I think I'd be dead if I were you!" Then Wayne said worriedly, "That's worst part about this, Ward; I'm not getting her out of my system—it's doing just the opposite! The more I...make love to her...the more I want her! The thought of letting her go and the thought of her with another man is...I don't know if I can handle it! What the hell am I going to do?" He'd stopped for a couple seconds to close his eyes and clench his fist when he thought about her with another man. Ward said quietly, "You still haven't been able to convince her to stay with you, huh?" Wayne shook his head and then said, "Well, she's said would stay with me, but under only one condition." Ward had thought he knew what Duke was going to say...that she'd stay with him if he quit the movie business. He spewed the mouthful of beer he'd just taken when Duke looked down and said, "She'll only stay if I can get her pregnant." Ward just stared at him for a moment as he set one of the beers down and grabbed a rag to clean up the beer he spewed, then said, "And you agreed to this?" with a slight laugh. Duke snapped angrily, "AGREED TO THIS?!!! Hell, it was my idea! It was the only thing I could come up with that SHE'D AGREE TO! What the hell's so funny?" he yelled at Ward as he started chuckling. Ward looked at his friend as he chuckled and said, "Damn, Duke! Can't you see how ironic this is? It's usually the woman who intentionally gets pregnant to trap a man into marrying her...and you had to convince HER to let you try to get her pregnant so she'd stay with you?!!! I'm sorry, Duke, but that's just funny as hell!" as he continued to laugh silently. Wayne looked at his friend chuckling, and he started to see the irony of it as well, and he half laughed and then groaned and said, "So, do you understand, now, how desperate I am to make her stay? To do something that drastic?" Ward went to his friend and put his arm around his shoulder as he started to lead him out of the utility room to head back out to the patio, and said, "Yeah, Duke. I guess I understand. But hell, I'd thought you were getting serious with Pilar." Wayne stopped and his head snapped to his left to look at his friend; then he told Ward that Diana knew about Pilar and that he'd thought about marrying Pilar until he met Diana. Ward's eyes widened and he said, "And you're wondering why Diana is reluctant to stay with you?" Then Ward shook his head as he said, "I really can't blame you for falling for Diana so fast. Hell, I just met the little girl and I'm half in love with her already myself. I'm just glad it's you she wants!" Wayne looked down and said quietly, "I just wish she wanted me for more than a weekend," as they headed out. Ward took his arm off his friend's shoulder as they headed into the main room and told him to cheer up before they got back out to the patio so Diana wouldn't see him looking so sad. Ward told Duke he was going to hit him if he didn't smile, and made like he was going to punch Duke's arm where Diana had already bruised him. Wayne jerked his shoulder back and then made like he was going to punch Ward, as the two of them smiled and then laughed as they headed through the patio door with beers in their hands. They both stopped short as they saw Diana reclining on the double chaise to the left side of the patio in just the bathing suit bottoms and the tucked up tee shirt. With the tee shirt molded to her breasts, her firm nipples were clearly visible poking forward, and the bottoms were molded to her rounded hips. She looked at them as they stood staring at her, then she said exasperatedly, "What the hell is the matter with you two? You've both seen me completely naked...why are you staring at me like that now?" They both took deep breaths and looked at each other, then Wayne went and sat down next to her on the chaise and handed her a beer as he said, "Look, little girl, you're a very sexy woman and we're men, so...do we really have to spell it out for you?" She looked over at Ward as he sat in a patio chair facing her side of the double chaise; he shrugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows at her as he concurred with Wayne, then he grinned and waggled his eyebrows suggestively at her as he glanced at her breasts, making her chuckle slightly. She turned and looked at Wayne as he growled at his friend, "Watch it, Ward! She's mine!" He said those last two words softly as he looked at her with his eyes smoldering. She continued to stare at the big man for a moment, her eyes mirroring his, as Ward said, "I know she is, Duke. She doesn't look at me the way she looks at you. But you can't stop me from lookin' at her!" He chuckled softly as he teased his friend, drawing another glare from Duke as Diana chuckled with him. Then Ward said, "Now, why don't you two tell me about your fishing trip!" The three of them sat on the patio, drinking their beers, and Ward and Wayne dragged on cigarettes as Diana excitedly related most of their fishing trip to Ward. Wayne could see on his friend's face, as Ward watched and listened to Diana, that he was almost as fascinated with her as Wayne was himself. Even though Wayne knew he could trust his friend, it still bothered him that Ward's instant fascination with her just confirmed for him that she would have no problem at all finding another man to love her if she would just let them. Ward laughed heartily when she told him how she had gotten rid of the men in the other boat that had come snooping around. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 24 After talking about the fishing trip, Ward started telling her some of the stories of their escapades during their college days and some of their practical jokes on each other. Apparently, when they were in college, their favorite pastime was going to bars, getting drunk and starting fights; no wonder they always looked like they were having fun doing those movie scenes—they were re-living their youth! They had pulled some pretty radical practical jokes on each other, like the time Ward had bet Duke fifty bucks that they could stand across a newspaper from each other and Duke wouldn't be able to hit him. Wayne took over at this point, laughing, and explained to her that Ward had put the newspaper down in a doorway, then slammed the door shut and yelled at Wayne to try and hit him now! Wherein, Wayne explained, that he smashed his fist through the door and knocked Ward down, so he won the bet! Then Ward laughed and said, "Yeah, but your hand hurt like hell for a week after that—and it served you right!" Diana was laughing with them as much as they were while listening to their raucous stories. Then Ward looked at Diana and said, "Sometimes I tell these stories to some of the new actors or actresses we work with to show them that Duke has a fun side to him, because most of the new people always think that Duke is just a hard ass!" Diana spewed the sip of beer she was taking and looked at Wayne—and they both burst out laughing! Ward just looked at the two of them, frowning in confusion, and asked, "What's so funny?" Diana looked at Ward, and said in a strangled voice through her laughter, "You have no idea... just how true that is!" as she continued to roll on the chaise with laughter, both she and Duke were laughing so hard that tears were coming out of their eyes. "How true what is?" Ward asked, still looking totally confused. Diana calmed down just enough to look at Ward, put her palm up and dig her fingers like she was grabbing something and said, "How hard his ass is!" then fell into a fit of laughter again. Then as realization dawned on him, Ward looked flustered and started to stammer from embarrassment, "Oh. I guess that comment must've stirred up some private joke between the two of you! I think I get the gist of it...don't need to say anything else...that's one mental picture I don't need! Just never thought of it THAT way before!" Diana and Duke just laughed harder. As they tried to calm their laughter, Ward told them he was going inside and get them some more beers and he'd be right back. When they finally stopped laughing, Wayne looked at her and asked, "Do you think you can trust him now?" She nodded and said that he seemed like an old and dear friend to her already, and she sighed heavily as she wished to herself that she could feel more confident that she could share a life with the big man. He could see in her face that meeting Ward had made her question her decision about not staying with him; maybe Ward catching them together would work more to his advantage than against him. When Ward came back out with more beers, the three of them sat and chatted for a little while longer like they had known each other for years. Then Ward said, "You know, I watched the two of you before you left on the boat earlier, and I was just a little curious about the conversation the two of you were having. I saw you salute him...what was that all about?" Diana looked at Ward and said teasingly, "You've got a bad habit of watching us when we don't know it! If you don't stop that, I'm gonna punch you again!" He put a mock look of terror on his face and then grinned and laughed. She went on to tell him that she had assigned herself as first mate and then related their conversation about her family's military associations, what her father had done and that she had visited the Pentagon a lot, explaining that it was because Wayne had asked her how she learned to salute so well. She didn't tell Ward the rest of that conversation, thinking the big man might not want his friend to know the rest. She looked at Wayne and smiled softly and he smiled back, the look in his eyes telling her he knew what she had done and why and that he appreciated it. Then Diana excused herself to go the bathroom, and both men watched her as she got up and walked into the house, both of them watching her ass. Then Wayne turned back toward his friend just in time to catch Ward jerking his head to look at him so he couldn't tell what part of her Ward had been staring at—as if he didn't know; he was a big breast man, but Ward was an ass man—and Diana had a very nice ass! Ward had the good grace to look sheepish at being caught staring at her. Wayne shook his head at him and chuckled quietly, then said to his friend, "I think her getting to know you has helped my cause with her rather than hurt it, so I thank you for that. But, we only have about 6 hours left together, and as much fun as we've been having sitting here chatting with you, I need to be alone with her again...you understand?" Ward replied that of course he understood and that he would make his exit as soon as he could when Diana returned because he wanted to say goodbye to her. Then he said to Duke, "There was more to that conversation you two had on the boat before you left than she told me, wasn't there?" Duke took a deep breath and nodded slowly at his friend, then Ward said, "You can tell me about it later if you want." He figured it was the touchy subject about his not enlisting that Duke didn't usually talk to anyone about—but he had with Diana and then he kissed her...Ward wondered what she'd said to Duke to earn a kiss. Whatever is was, he silently thanked her for it. When Diana returned, they were chatting about what time Ward wanted to be able to return to his home, and he said whatever time they wanted to leave was fine with him. Diana asked him if 10:00 would be too late for him and he said that was fine, then teased her by asking, "Are you sure you'll be done by 10:00? I don't want walk in on anything I can't turn away from again!" as he waggled his eyebrows at her again. She blushed and said, "I promise we'll be out of here by 10:00—or at least clothed by then!" as she grinned crookedly at him again. Ward barked a loud laugh, and grabbed her in a big bear hug as he rocked her back and forth, and then released her as he held onto her hands and looked at her as he said warmly, "I really like you, Diana! I think you're the only woman I've met that could keep Duke on his toes and in his place! You seem like you could be really good for him, but I don't know the whole story. But I feel I know enough about you to know that you'll make the right decision." He released her hands, and she reached up and grabbed his face and pulled him down to plant a gentle kiss on his lips, and then said softly, "Thank you. I really like you too, and I hope we do get the chance to meet again sometime if..." she trailed off and then just smiled at him as she took her hands off his face. Ward smiled down at her softly as he straightened up, then looked at Duke's face and saw his eyes narrowed—he could tell that Duke didn't like that Diana had kissed him; but it was just a friendly gesture! Then Ward thought about the fact that he'd seen Diana naked and Duke knew that, so maybe that was where Duke's slight jealousy came from where he was concerned—he could understand that. But Duke had told him he couldn't stand the thought of her with any other man—that he couldn't handle it! What was it going to do to his friend if she didn't stay with him? Ward thought about that as he said goodbye to Diana and then went to Duke and said, "Come on, Duke. Help me get the launch raft out, and I'll see that those fish you two caught get dressed and packaged when I get back to the marina." Ward and Wayne walked down to the raft on the beach while Diana stayed on the patio. Ward looked at Duke as they were moving the raft into the water and said quietly, "I can tell she loves you very much, which is why she's wrestling with the decision of whether to stay with you or not. But she's also very smart, and maybe she knows there's something between the two of you that just wouldn't work in the end. This is a matter on which you may have to trust your head rather than your heart...you understand what I'm saying?" Duke frowned slightly at him, but nodded his head that he understood. Ward took off out to the boat and Wayne watched him for a moment, then turned around and headed back up the beach to the patio. Wayne stood a few feet from Diana for a minute, rinsing the sand off his feet with the hose as she watched Ward approaching the boat; then she looked at him and they just stared at each other for several moments—so many scary thoughts drifting through their minds. He suddenly took a few steps toward her as he reached forward, grabbing her body and pulling her against him, the force of his momentum causing him to spin around on his last step as he crushed his mouth to hers. She put her hands on his upper arms to hang onto him as he spun her around, then she slowly dragged her hands up his arms to his shoulders and neck, and then to the back of his head, grasping his hair as she kissed him back hard. They stood there kissing passionately for several moments; then he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the house as they continued to kiss. Ward had looked up after climbing into the stern of the boat just in time to see Duke grab Diana and kiss her in a way that would've rivaled any romantic movie scene, only they weren't acting. And when Duke scooped her up in his arms and headed into his house—he didn't have to use his imagination to know where they were headed and what they were going to do! He had images aplenty from his little voyeuristic indiscretion yesterday! He shook his head to get rid of those images, as he both envied and pitied Duke at the same time. He envied Duke because of everything Diana was giving him, and he pitied Duke because of everything he stood to lose if she walks away and they don't part with some kind of mutual understanding tonight. He vowed again to support his friend, however this "thing" turned out. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 25 John Wayne carried Diana Maitland up the stairs of his friend Ward's beach house, and to the master bedroom to take her in that big bed again. He didn't intend to let her out of it until she either relented to marry him or convinced him it was best for them to part, though he couldn't imagine how she could convince him of that! He set her down on the floor next to the bed as he threw the covers off that side, then grabbed her and kissed her desperately as the sudden urgency to have his dick inside her again swept over him. As he kissed her hard, he reached down and started tugging the bathing suit bottoms off of her, having to break their kiss for a moment until he got them down to her ankles and off of her, then stood back up to continue kissing her passionately. She sensed his urgency and put her hands at the waist of his shorts, unbuttoned and unzipped them, and then grabbed the waist of the shorts and his boxers and worked them over his hard dick and down his hips until they fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them, and then reached down and lifted her up by her ass as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders and neck, then he bent his knees to position her over his dick just like the first time he'd entered her back at the hotel. Only this time he didn't hesitate at all; as soon as he felt her wet opening on the head of his dick, he relaxed his hold and thrust his hips upward as hard as possible with a low grunt, and then groaned deeply at the feeling of his dick being fully engulfed by her tight, sweet pussy again. She gasped as he grunted when he thrust his cock hard up into her, and then she groaned the same as he as she felt his huge cock stretching her open and filling her pussy; a feeling that has always thrilled her to her very core and made her spine tingle, causing her to arch her back as much as possible. He used his hands on her hips and ass to lift her up and down slightly as he pumped his hips up into her a few times. Then he turned toward the bed and knelt onto it and moved forward just until his feet were all the way on the bed, and then slowly bent to lay her down as she kept herself wrapped around him and impaled on his cock until she was fully on the bed and he was pounding in and out of her. He had moved his arms up under her back and shoulders when he laid her down, and had his head next to hers on her right side with his mouth near her ear. Between his soft grunts as he continued to thrust into her as hard as he could, he was softly telling her how much he loved her and how much he loved being inside her, feeling his big, hard dick thrusting in and out of her; how soft and tight and wet she was, and how perfectly she fit him. The passion in his voice and his words excited her and had her moving her body with his as much as possible, as she kept her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and moaned from the tingles of pleasure that were coursing through her. He stopped talking and just groaned deeply; then his hips thrust faster into her several times as he started to cum. She thrust her hips against his and stimulated her clit just enough to trigger an orgasm for her at the last second; then she continued to grind herself against him, even as his hips stopped moving. He was quiet and still, other than his heavy breathing, and she was still writhing beneath him, rubbing her clit against his pubic hair and moaning as the throbbing in her pussy finally started to abate. He had lifted his head to look at her as she was still rubbing herself against him and moaning—she looked her sexiest when she was having an orgasm. Her eyes were half closed and glazed over with desire; her mouth was hanging open and moving in a relaxed fashion as she moaned in pleasure; and her lips were darkened to that deep rose color while her cheeks and neck flushed a lighter complimentary shade. As her orgasm ended, she closed her eyes and her mouth, and murmured a soft, "Mmmm..." and then she licked her dry lips. When she opened her eyes, he was staring down at her with a look of raw desire as he said, "When I watch you orgasm, I want to make you cum again...you are just so fucking sexy when you cum! She grinned at his pun, and he grinned, too, as he realized what he'd said. She looked up at him and said hotly, "And you are just so fucking sexy...no matter what you're doing! Why do you think my pussy stays wet all the time? All I have to do is look at you and I start to tingle. The only times I am aware of that I haven't felt in a constant state of arousal is right after you've worn me out and made me cum several times in a row. But as soon as I've had a chance to rest or sleep, I look at you and I get turned on again and my pussy is dripping. That's yet another reason why I can't stay with you—I would have to change my underwear 10 times a day!" she exclaimed. It was the first time she'd been able to make him laugh on that touchy subject. He'd started to frown when she'd said it was another reason why she couldn't stay with him—then he shook his head and laughed softly at her last exclamation. Then he bent his head down and gave her a quick, hard kiss, then lifted himself off of her and removed his shirt as he went into the bathroom to grab them a towel and a damp washcloth. She took off the tee shirt as she moved to lay her head on the pillows since they had been sideways on the bed, and kept her legs up again for a few minutes—why she was persisting in trying to get pregnant still caused her confusion. The only explanation she'd been able to come up with as to why she thought she might be able to build a life with him if they had a child together was because she would feel more tied to him, and it might help her to get past her jealousy of his career demands. Without a child in the picture, she would resent the publicity, she would not be able to watch him playing romantic leading parts, and she would resent the time he had to spend away from her. Then she had a horrifying thought—if she did end up pregnant, they wouldn't be able to get married until his divorce was final and she had no idea when that would be, so she asked him, "I hadn't thought about this, but when will your divorce be final?" He'd come back to sit on the edge of the bed facing her, after he'd cleaned up in the bathroom, and handed her the towel and washcloth. Then he furrowed his brows as he thought about her question and said, "Well, we filed the papers last November and you usually have to wait a year, so sometime this November. Why?" She frowned and thought about it while she used the towel and washcloth, and then said, "If I end up pregnant, you won't be able to marry me until November...when I would be in my 7th month! Wouldn't that be lovely! No white dress for me!" she exclaimed sarcastically. He tried to lighten the mood further by teasing her as he said with a soft laugh, "Well, technically little girl, you didn't qualify for a white dress even before we met!" He wasn't prepared for her reaction; she stared at him for a couple seconds with her eyes wide, then she rolled onto her side away from him and curled up as she burst into tears. Then it hit him what he'd said; he'd thrown the fact that she'd given her virginity to a man that had used her and then dumped her the moment he'd taken it right in her face like an insult. He almost felt sick to his stomach; he mumbled, "Oh, my God..." as he leaned over and picked her up, pulled her onto his lap and cradled her against him as he rocked back and forth and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry, little girl. I didn't mean that...it was a stupid thing to say. Please, forgive me! I didn't realize what a thoughtless thing that was to say to you. Please say you forgive me!" He continued to rock her slowly as he held her tightly to him, until he could feel that she wasn't shaking from her silent sobs any more. He stopped rocking when he heard her start sniffling after her tears had stopped, and he just stroked his left hand on the back of her head as she leaned it against his right shoulder. He asked her again if she would forgive him, then she sat up and looked at him and said softly as she started to wipe her tears away with the backs of her hands, "There's nothing to forgive. What you said was true, and I didn't even know why I reacted the way I did at first, until you started to apologize—you realized before I did why that hit me so hard. I guess I just have never quite gotten over the pain of that episode. What's so confusing is that I've realized that I wasn't really in love with that man; I was just using him as a substitute for you. The only person I can blame for my pain is me. I don't even know why it still causes me pain." He moved her off his lap and back onto the bed and motioned for her to scoot over as he laid down next to her on his back and then pulled her down to lay next to his right side with her head on his shoulder and his arms around her. Then he said softly, "You know why it still causes you pain—you just don't like to think about it." When she looked up at him and frowned, he continued, "Think, Diana. We've talked about this before. Even though you say you didn't really love the man, what happened? He...what did he do, Diana?" he prompted when she didn't answer right away. "He dumped me...he rejected me," she said quietly. Then Wayne continued, "And what was worse—he'd actually gotten to know you as a person...and he still rejected you. That seemed to confirm your worst fear, didn't it? That your family and your best friend had lied to you...that he didn't see you as a wonderful person, and that was why he dumped you. But you also said he knew that you had a thing for me and that might've been another reason why he dumped you. You've been living your life since then with the feeling that you don't deserve love from anyone else because you can't get over your love for me. So, the way I see it, you have two choices. One—you stay with me and we share a life together with the knowledge that we love each other very much, and the expectation that it will get us through whatever comes up. Or, two—you walk away from me with the knowledge that I will still love you forever, but I will continue with my life the best that I can—no matter how difficult. And you will do the same with a promise to me that you will leave yourself open to the possibility of finding someone else to love you—even though the thought of that feels like a knife twisting in my gut," he finished through gritted teeth and then took a deep breath, exhaling it raggedly. She sat up and turned to look at him and said, "You don't think I feel like there's a knife twisting in my gut every time I think about you loving someone else now, too? Before this weekend, it was just fantasies to me—I could still pretend and dream that it was me in your arms, just wishing you loved me! Now, I'll still have to watch you kiss and pretend to love all those women in your movies, and if you end up marrying this other woman—now that I know what it's like to actually be loved by you—I don't know how I'm going to handle that!" She rolled away from him and ended up crouched on her knees and lower legs looking at him with anger and hurt in her eyes. Then she suddenly slammed her right fist into the mattress and wailed, "DAMN IT! Why did you have to go and fall in love with me?!!! That's not how this...thing was supposed to go! You were just supposed to fuck me a few times and tell me how great it was and then LET ME GO...so I could keep my beautiful dreams and fantasies of you! That's all I wanted from you! Why did you have to screw it all up by telling me you loved me?!!!" She backed herself off the bed to stand at the foot of it and pace back and forth while she ranted and gestured wildly at him, as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed and just watched her, his own anger and pain just simmering. "I didn't NEED you to love me before, but NOW I DO! But I can't share your life with you—I wish I'd told you that before you said you loved me...maybe that would've stopped you! Maybe you wouldn't have wanted to fuck me any more after that, but at least I would've been able to leave with my dreams in tact and been able to get on with my life a lot easier than I will now! Why did you have to fuck up my life by falling in love with me...DAMN YOU!!!" she screamed at him. His anger was boiling over; he sprang up off the bed and came at her and grabbed at her upper arms to yank her against him, but at the last second, she spun around to put her back to him, causing his right arm and hand to rake across her breasts, the same way it had happened in that scene from "The Quiet Man" when she had accused him of deliberately grabbing Maureen's breasts—he heard her moan softly. He grabbed her upper arms with her back to him and crushed the back of her body to the front of his, his semi-hard dick wedged against her lower back. He bent his head down and snarled near her right ear, "I'm not the one who fucked up your life! You fell in love with me...you came to me to try to fulfill your fantasies! Well, excuse me for not knowing that my falling in love with you was not part of your fantasies! And if you'd wanted to stop me from telling you I loved you, then why did you admit that you loved me—all your life, you said—why not just deny it? It would likely have stopped me from telling you that I loved you then, and if you'd kept denying it, then maybe we wouldn't be so FUCKING mad now!" An odd choice of words, she noted, as she felt his now fully hard dick pressed against her lower back, making her pussy flood with wetness again! She tried to struggle away from him, but he was gripping her upper arms tightly and kept her crushed against him, and she cried heatedly, "Don't you dare try to blame this on me! I had no intention of telling you I loved you—you made me tell you when you interrogated me because I cried after begging you to fuck me hard! You weren't supposed to care why I was crying, other than to be sure you hadn't hurt me physically—but you wouldn't let it go! You kept after me like your male ego needed to know that I was a silly, little girl getting her fantasy fulfilled by a big star that she was stupid enough to fall in love with! When you made me admit it, I just thought I was stroking your ego!" She groaned as she unconsciously tried to press harder against his dick. He growled menacingly and jerked her around to face him as he crushed the front of her body up against him, then moved his hips to rub his dick against her, causing her to moan softly again, as he grated through his teeth, "What kind of an egotistical son-of-a-bitch do you think I am! There's only one thing on me that I want you to stroke—and it sure as hell isn't my ego!" They stared at each other for a moment, as anger, lust and desire warred in their eyes. He dragged his right hand down her left arm to her hand, grabbed her hand and put it around his hard dick, forcing her to grasp it and stroke it a couple times as he growled heatedly, "This is all the stroking I need from you!" Suddenly, he saw her anger melt away, leaving nothing but the lust and desire in her eyes, as she moaned, "Is my hand the only thing you want stroking you here?" making his dick throb in response. He groaned as he slowly shook his head no while he stared at her—his ability to speak was gone again. She grinned sexily as she went down onto her knees in front of him, and immediately leaned forward to wrap her lips around the head of his cock and laved it with her tongue to get it wet, causing him to groan loudly. He stood there, looking down at her as she sucked the head of his dick, stroked his shaft with her right hand and cupped his balls with her left hand; it was hottest thing he'd seen her do to him yet. And while he would love to just stand there and let her suck, stroke and massage him until he came, he didn't think he would be able to do it standing up—he was afraid his legs would give out under him because the orgasm would be too powerful. But he could handle it for another few minutes, so he put his hands on her head and stroked his fingers in her hair as she stroked his dick with her hands and mouth—God, it felt soooo good! His head fell back as he continued to moan in pleasure, and his hips barely rocked back and forth with her mouth and hand. He unconsciously spread his legs a little wider, and then he felt a jolt of intense pleasure as he felt her fingers start to massage his perineum again, and he groaned loudly, "Oh, yeah! Oh, God! Aaahhhhhh!" Within just a few seconds he felt an orgasm ripping through him, and he couldn't stop from grasping her head with his hands as he tried to stop his hips from bucking too hard and shoving his huge dick too far into her mouth as he came. She had gripped his hips at the last second and was able to rock her upper body and head with his hips so just the head of his cock stayed locked in her mouth while a few spurts of semen shot into her mouth, landing on her tongue. She waited until his hips had stopped moving before she slowly backed her mouth and lips from around the head of his cock, keeping her lips in contact with it until she could close her mouth and kiss the tip. Then she looked up at him and smiled while she swallowed his cum that was still in her mouth, and then she leaned forward to grasp his cock and milk it a couple times to catch the last drops that squeezed out of the tip. He stood there breathing heavily, watching her release his dick from her mouth and lips; then she looked up at him and smiled softly and he could see her neck muscles working as she visibly swallowed what he'd left in her mouth. Then she grabbed his cock and milked a couple more drops out of it, which she licked off as she stared up at him sexily. He groaned as he reached down and grasped her under her arms and pulled her up to crush her body against him as he crushed his mouth to hers, forcing her lips apart to thrust his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue met his and he got a faint taste of something he'd never tasted before—his own semen. While it was not something he'd want to taste every day, it wasn't unpleasant—but just watching how it had gotten there was a huge turn-on for him! He was back to where he felt like he was in a constant state of arousal—everything she did, every look she gave him, every time she touched him turned him on more than any woman had ever been able to turn him on! He wanted to fuck her again—but it was going to take a little time to get his dick ready for action again. She was moaning as he kissed her and ran his hands all over her body; he knew she needed some release after having just given him that fantastic blow job—doing that seemed to turn her on almost as much as it did him, except he came but she didn't! So, now it was her turn! He turned her and walked her backward to the end of the bed, then pushed her to sit down on it as he knelt in front of her, kissing her the whole time. Then he started kissing down the left side of her neck to her shoulder as he put his hands on her breasts; he noted the goose bumps that formed on her left arm and felt her nipples harden even further under his palms, and he smiled as she moaned softly. Then he kissed across her chest to the other side of her neck and did the same thing on that side, this time also causing her to shiver slightly and he knew she had told him the truth about how this affects her because there was no chilly breeze blowing on her this time—in fact, they were downright hot at the moment! He continued to kiss his way down her body, but when he stopped to suck on her nipples, she put her hands on his face and looked at him with raw need in her eyes as she said, "I love the way you lick and suck on my breasts, but right now I need your head between my legs and your mouth, lips and tongue in my pussy...please!!!" she begged with a desperate groan to her voice. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 25 He was powerless to deny her whatever she wanted when she was this desperate! He took his hands and put them on her knees and pushed her legs apart and immediately bent down to put his head at her crotch as she laid back and scooted closer to the edge of the bed, still holding onto the sides of his head. He inhaled her scent as he placed a soft, lingering kiss on her mound—again trying to burn the sensations into his memory; the feel of her soft, golden pussy hair on his lips and nose and her unique feminine scent. Then he dragged his mouth down her slit as she raised her knees and spread her legs wider, placing her feet on his shoulders. She groaned deeply when he tilted his head slightly to kiss her pussy like he was kissing her mouth, dipping and running his tongue softly between her labia just like he would do when he was kissing her mouth tenderly, yet passionately. Gradually, he deepened the kiss as he brought his hands up to brace them on the backs of her thighs, spreading her open as much as possible and shoving his tongue as deeply into her as he could, making her moan loudly. He suddenly withdrew his tongue from her pussy and moved his mouth up to lap softly at her clit a few times as he moved his right hand to rub his fingers around her wet opening, then he stroked his middle and index fingers into her as he firmly tongued her clit and then put his lips on it and sucked lightly. She moaned, "Oh, God!" as her hips bucked a few times from a quick, intense orgasm that he knew he could give her with the right stimulation of her clit. But he wanted to do what he had done early this morning again; stimulate her for that deep, hard orgasm that makes her ejaculate and then finish with his dick inside her. The feeling of shoving his big cock into her while she was in the midst of an orgasm was incredible—it had felt like her pussy was actually pulling his shaft into her. But he knew he wouldn't be able to get his dick into her fast enough if they stayed on the edge of the bed like this because it would be an awkward angle for him. So, he told her to scoot all the way up to the pillows and he crawled up with her and angled his body slightly so he could lie mostly on his stomach, and continued to stimulate her while he felt his dick getting hard again. When he was fully hard, he started stroking his fingers on that spot inside her pussy and alternated licking and sucking on her clit, paying attention to her hip movements so he would know when she was close to orgasm. When her hips were thrusting intensely and she was constantly moaning, he rubbed that inner spot more firmly and sucked on her clit a little harder; as before, her hips froze as her back arched, her pussy clamped around his fingers and he felt the squirt of liquid on his hand. As her hips collapsed, he withdrew his fingers from inside her and released her clit from his lips and immediately crawled up over her to thrust his dick inside her as her pussy throbbed around him, feeling like it was drawing him in. Her hips started to thrust against him as her head thrashed back and forth and her upper body writhed; only this time her hands came up to grasp at his chest, her fingers clawing at him, as she groaned loudly, over and over, "OH, MY GOD...OH, MY GOD!" He kept thrusting into her steadily and deeply, and after a couple minutes he started to realize that she was still writhing and moaning like she was still in the midst of an orgasm when it should have been over by now. Amazingly, he could still feel her pussy slightly throbbing...she was still cumming! So he kept thrusting into her a little harder and her moans started intensifying again, and then she looked up at him and said, "Harder...fuck me harder!" So he started slamming into her as hard as he could, and after several hard thrusts, he had to stop as her hips bucked and froze, her back arched off the bed, her fingers dug into his chest and she screamed loudly as her pussy clamped around his dick almost painfully hard and he felt that squirt of liquid on his crotch at the base of his cock. He roared loudly from the pressure her pussy was exerting on his shaft and from her fingernails clawing his chest; it was the most pleasurable pain he'd ever felt in his life and it brought on the hardest orgasm he'd had yet. They both started moaning loudly, "OH, GOD...OH, GOD..." as soon as she collapsed beneath him and her pussy started convulsing on his dick again; his hips bucked against her, driving his dick as deep into her as possible as it spasmed with every hard pulse of her pussy. It felt like she was trying to squeeze every last drop of semen he had left in him inside her, as waves of burning pleasure radiated from his crotch throughout his torso and limbs. His hips kept twitching slightly as his orgasm ended; in his whole lower abdomen, crotch and ass area, it felt like every nerve ending was pulsating, and it made him want to twitch and writhe. Now he thought he understood how she feels when she has those hard orgasms that make her body writhe because her muscles and nerves are in overdrive. He finally collapsed on top of her, and they could both feel each other twitching slightly; her thighs would twitch, then his ass would twitch, making his softening cock still inside her twitch slightly, which would make her crotch twitch. When they couldn't stop twitching, he rolled off of her to her left toward the edge of the bed, and they just laid there for several more minutes as they both slowly recovered to normal breathing and stopped feeling the need to move their arms or legs as their muscles stopped twitching. She recovered a little faster than he did, even though she had cum more times than he had recently. She took the towel and crawled over between his spread legs and cleaned him off carefully and placed a kiss on his soft cock, then lay on her left hip between his legs, resting most of her upper torso on his stomach and crotch, as he took one last, deep breath and then groaned softly as he exhaled. He opened his eyes and looked down at her and smiled as she stared up at him, with her chin resting on the backs of her hands as she had them folded on his lower chest, then she smiled sexily and said, "That was the longest orgasm I've ever had! You were amazing!" He grinned just as sexily back at her and said, "My pleasure, little girl. Not bad for an old man, huh? If I can bring you this much pleasure, why won't you marry me so I can keep doing this for you as long as I'm able? You know you'll never find another man that can please you the way I can!" She narrowed her eyes slightly, moved her right hand down to his crotch and grabbed his left ball with her fingers and squeezed it firmly until she saw him wince slightly, and then held it as she growled, "You ballsy bastard! I probably won't...because I won't find another man who can turn me on as much as you do! My issues with marrying you have nothing to do with your ability to please me...old man! You know damn well that the way we fuck is one of the only things that is making me even consider marrying you! Bastard!" she muttered again as she released his ball. He released the breath he'd been holding when she squeezed his ball—Ward was right, she definitely knew how to keep him on his toes and in his place! He chuckled slightly as he looked at her and said, "Boy, you really don't like it when I try to threaten you with the thought of never fucking me again...I'm going to have to stop doing that before I really get hurt!" She started to chuckle to, and then said seriously, "That orgasm was the most intense pleasure I've ever felt! I just hoped I was going to be able to take you over the edge with me that last time! Thank God it worked—because I don't think I could have let you keep going after that! My nerves were on overload!" They smiled at each other and chuckled as he said, "Yeah, mine too!" Then he grabbed a couple pillows to stuff behind his upper back and head to sit up a little more, grabbed the cigarettes off the bedside table and pulled one out and lit it, then he heard her gasp and say Oh, my God! He turned toward her and asked, "What's wrong?" as he saw her reaching her right hand up toward his chest, so he looked down. Then he clearly saw the red scratches on his chest where she had clawed at him during her orgasm. She tentatively touched the marks and said, "I'm so sorry! Does it hurt?" He grinned, and said, "No, it doesn't hurt. I didn't even know they were there! I guess I should be thankful that I don't have more hair on my chest, because then you would've been grabbing handfuls of hair and that might've hurt worse! I did feel it when you first dug your nails into me that second time your orgasm intensified—between your nails scratching me and your pussy clamping almost painfully on my cock, it was the first time I'd ever experienced pleasure and pain at the same time, and it set me off in a big way!" She grinned back and said, "Yeah, I know what you mean...that spanking you gave me last night was my first experience with that, too, and you saw what that did for me! But, I don't think I'd want to explore any further than that! I think it's only meant to happen sometimes, like when you have sex under extreme circumstances—but I think it's a good way settle matters between a man and a woman when tempers flare...don't you?" He chuckled slightly as he said, "You've watched too many of my movies! Do you really think a man and a woman could be happy together if they had such a volatile relationship?" he asked curiously. This was a question she had hoped would come up at some point, because it was part of her last bit of ammunition to try to convince him of why they couldn't share a life together. She took a deep breath before she started to explain her feelings on this subject and prayed it would make sense to him. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 26 Diana Maitland was about to explain to John Wayne the main reason why she believed they could never be completely happy together because of the type of relationship she was looking for with a man. He had asked her if she thought a man and a woman could be happy together if they had a volatile relationship; she had taken a deep breath and then she said, "I do. But, it would have to be a relationship between two people who consider themselves totally equal to one another. If one of the people felt inferior in any way to their partner, it would be an unequal balance of power and it would only cause more problems. But, given the right two people, I think it would keep the passion in their marriage going forever! At least, that's what I've been hoping to find for myself." He dragged on his cigarette while he listened to her as she explained the circumstances and he thought there was a grain of logic and truth to what she described, but when she ended by saying that it was the kind of relationship she wanted for herself, he frowned as he tried to figure out why she felt that way. He didn't like the concept of a volatile relationship between a man and his wife; he'd had that with Chata and it had done nothing but cause problems between them—but that may have been because of Chata's problem with alcohol. But still, he knew it wasn't the kind of relationship he wanted with Diana. He reached down to stroke her right cheek with his left hand as he rumbled quietly, "I don't know why you feel you need that kind of relationship with a man; that's part of the reason why I'm divorcing Chata. There was a lot of volatility to our relationship—some of it good, but mostly bad, and I don't think it's the kind of relationship I want with you...I love you too much. I've only been angry with you this weekend because I don't want to let you go and you keep fighting me on that!" He was saying exactly what she already knew. There was no way she was going to be able to convince him that she needed that kind of relationship by trying to explain it to him—she would have to show him. And the only way she could show him was to anger him to the point that he would, hopefully, lose control so much that it scared him, but where he would see that it didn't scare her—just the opposite—she knew it would turn her on and make her love him even more. As he finished his cigarette and put it out, she crawled further up his body so she was lying on top of him and started to kiss him softly, as she said to him between kisses, "I'm really sorry...you feel that way...because if you can't...give me what I need...then I'll just have to...keep looking... elsewhere." She saw a spark of anger flare in his eyes...OK, time to go the other way. She kissed him deeper for a moment, then lifted her head to look at him as she said sexily, "Then again, you do have other things that you can give me that might make up for that," as she reached down to fondle his crotch, noting that his cock wasn't completely limp, and that the spark of anger in his eyes turned to a small flame. Time to switch back again. She frowned as she spread her legs and sat up on him and said, "But I still don't know if I could handle it—you know how my temper is! The least little thing could set me off—something stupid like seeing you kiss another woman in a movie! But I don't exactly consider that a stupid reason! How would it make you feel to watch another man kissing me if I decided I wanted to become an actress after all?" He frowned slightly as he looked up at her and said, "Well, I wouldn't exactly like it either, but as long as I knew it was just acting, just an illusion...I wouldn't let it bother me." She responded provocatively, "Oh yeah? Well, you've already told me that I'm a pretty good actress...you don't think I could do a love scene with another man and make it look pretty damn real? You know my potent sexuality—you don't think I wouldn't be so attracted to another man that I might get carried away and forget it was just supposed to be an illusion...just acting?" The spark of anger came back into his eyes as he pushed himself to sit up with her still straddling his lap. He grabbed her upper arms and said quietly in his deep, gravelly voice, "Are you trying to piss me off again?" "No!" she exclaimed, and then continued heatedly, "Don't you think these are things that could very well come up if I stayed with you and married you? I love you, but my insecurities would cause me a lot of jealousy where your career is concerned and I would need a lot of reassurance from you...and I don't think you have a clue as to the kind of reassurance I need!" "Then why don't you explain it to me?" he growled through his teeth. "All right. Just remember—you asked for it!" Then she threw herself against him, knocking him backward onto the pillows again as she crushed her mouth to his, kissing him fiercely. Then she dragged her mouth from his to attack his neck and shoulders, kissing, licking and nipping him with her teeth as she worked her way down him. She paused only briefly to kiss softly on the scratch marks she had left on his chest; then she continued her frenzied assault down his body. He was groaning deeply as she covered every inch of his torso with her lips, tongue and occasionally her teeth; he groaned a little louder when she lightly bit on his nipples with her teeth. He was vaguely aware that she seemed to be assaulting him, like she was just stimulating his body to try to get him hard again so she could fuck him—he didn't think that was such a bad thing! Especially when she got to his crotch and he thought she was going to wrap her lips and hands around him again—instead, she stopped and said something that pissed him off even further! "See what I mean, big man? You may not be able to get it up fast enough for me when I need you! Maybe you're right—you are an old man, and I need someone who'll be able to keep up with me!" He reached down with his right hand and grabbed a handful of her hair on the back of her head and shoved her toward his half-hard dick and growled, "I may be old, but it won't take long to get me hard if you'll just shut up and put your mouth to better use!" He couldn't believe he was treating her like this; but she was just pushing all his buttons—the right ones and the wrong ones and he was teetering between anger and desire again and it was confusing him. Especially when she looked at him with such lust on her face when he angrily grabbed her and shoved her at his dick and told her to shut up and put her mouth to better use! Then, when she eagerly grabbed and started stroking and sucking on his dick, his angry growl turned into a growl of lust as he felt himself harden rapidly from the firm strokes of her hands on his shaft and the sucking pressure of her mouth on the head. He was fully hard in less than a minute, and he clutched her hair again and pulled her head off his dick and said, "Was that fast enough for you, little girl? Now get up here and put my dick inside you, since that's where you really want it!" He stared at her with anger and desire as she climbed on top of him and started to slowly push herself onto his big cock, her head falling backward and her back arching as she moaned deeply. His moan echoed hers, as he, too, felt the throbs of pleasure as his thick shaft stretched her open as she slowly impaled herself upon him. When he was fully inside her, he grasped her hips to hold her still, and rumbled huskily, "Look at me, little girl," then waited for her to lift her head and open her eyes. Then he continued in his deep, sexy voice, "This is where you belong, with me, with my dick inside you, making love to you whenever possible. I know it...you know it...why won't you just admit it and say you'll stay with me?" She shook her head no slowly and said softly, "The only thing I'll admit to is that I need your dick inside me." His rage exploded. He released her hips and grabbed her under her arms, lifting her up and throwing her off him and sideways onto the bed on her back. Then he scrambled over to pin her down with his body, grabbing her hair to hold her still, forcing her legs apart and driving his dick into her roughly and pounding into her with hard, deep thrusts as he growled loudly and angrily at her. "Goddamn it, Diana! Why won't you marry me? If all you want is my dick, well then, here it is you little bitch! Take it!" He stopped talking for a few minutes as he continued to pound angrily into her, grunting forcefully while she groaned in pure pleasure. The fact that she was enjoying this and it was bringing both of them to orgasm angered him even further, so he started ranting at her again through his teeth, "You've taken everything from me! My heart...my soul...so you keep taking my dick until I stop wanting you...until I stop loving you! MAKE ME... STOP...LOVING YOU! Please...!" Tears had formed in his eyes, and his last words came out as a half sobs and half groans as he came inside her and then collapsed on top of her, his body shaking slightly as he drew in ragged breaths and wept silently. He had wanted to hurt her, the way he was hurting because she wouldn't promise to stay with him. He had wanted to see pain and fear in her eyes, to make her think that he might do something even more drastic than trying to rape her if she didn't immediately change her mind. Instead, what he had seen in her eyes was desire and love. He fucked her brutally and called her a bitch, and then he felt even worse when he couldn't stop from coming because she looked at him with love in her eyes and moaned loudly in desire as she came just before he did. This was the first time he felt like he didn't know her or understand her, and it scared him worse than the thought of losing her. He moved his arms under her to clutch her tightly and moved down to lay his head on her chest as he felt another wave of tears fill his eyes. He'd never cried like this over a woman before and he thought he should feel foolish, but all he felt was sadness and confusion. Her heart broke when he moved his arms up under her body to hold her tightly as he backed his hips away from hers and moved down to lay his head on her chest just above her breasts while he cried quietly. She wrapped herself around him and cried with him as she held him tightly. She knew he didn't mean what he'd said—except maybe the part about making him stop loving her. His fear of losing her made him angry, and it had helped her to demonstrate to him the kind of passion she needed from him in order to feel loved. After a couple minutes, he was quiet; then he cleared his throat and spoke softly, "I'm so sorry, Diana. I seem to keep losing control like that with you, and now I'm starting to fear that I might hurt you. I'm beginning to see why you're so afraid that a life with me wouldn't work out. I feel...too possessive of you...I've never felt this strongly about any other woman, and I don't know how to handle it. I feel so out of control with you sometimes, and I don't know if I could live the rest of my life fearing that I could lose control because of my feelings for you. Does this make any sense to you?" he asked her worriedly. She brought her right hand up from his back to caress his left cheek and wiped some of the moisture away, then moved her hand down to his chin to get him to lift his head so she could look into his eyes. She said softly, "Yes, it makes perfect sense—it's part of what I've been trying to make you understand about why we shouldn't stay together. Didn't you notice how turned on I was by how you treated me?" He frowned at her in confusion and nodded yes, so she explained. "I've known since I was about 18 that I need that kind of passion and forcefulness from a man in order to feel loved. Every time you need me desperately or get jealous and angry with me and display that kind of passion, it just makes me want you and love you even more. It's not exactly healthy, I know...but I need it...and I needed you." Tears came into her eyes as she continued, "You gave me everything I needed and more...warm tenderness, deep love, hot passion, and desperate desire. What you've given me is so far beyond everything I dreamed and fantasized about you. No one has ever, or probably will ever, be able to make me feel as loved as you have in only two days." Her voice was a hoarse whisper as the tears filled her eyes and started to spill down her cheeks. Her voice was strained as she struggled to finish through her tears, "But, as you said, you're not the type of man who is capable of living your life in fear of losing control. But I had hoped you could handle it for just a weekend." She closed her eyes and turned her head as her body was racked by sobs. Tears came back into his eyes as he listened to her and watched the emotion on her face as she explained this aspect of her personality that he had not understood until now. Then, in an instant, he understood why she feels the need for that kind of forceful passion in order to feel loved—because it was the opposite of rejection. She needed to feel that a man wanted and needed to possess her—body, heart and soul—which is exactly how he felt now. But he couldn't go through the rest of his life feeling like he was treating her as a possession...and she knew that. Now he realized that she was giving up just as much of a chance for her own happiness as he felt she was taking away from him, because she knew it would cause problems for them in the long run. He also realized that she knew he had to figure that out for himself before he would understand it—her just trying to explain it to him, without his experiencing the raw emotions, would not have convinced him she was right. He'd begun to suspect something like this when he started having bouts of jealousy whenever he thought about her with another man. He had moved to lay beside her and gathered her to him to hold her as she cried, while a few tears rolled down his cheeks as he marveled, again, at how smart and intuitive she was—and how lucky he felt to know how much she loved him—enough to let him go, even though it would break both their hearts for a while. He realized, painfully, as she must have, that in order to keep their love alive, they had to let each other go. He also started to realize that if she does end up pregnant and makes good on her promise to marry him, that he will have finally broken her—and not in a good way. He knew if she married him, she would react in one of two ways; she would either continue to resent his career because of her jealousy, and would try to make him jealous so he would lose control so she could get what she needs from him in order to be assured of his love. Or, she would do her best to let go of her jealousy in order to make him happy and she would lose her spirit. He thought the latter would be her most likely reaction. And, as his wife, he knew she would always love him and be faithful to him, so he would no longer feel any jealousy, which would temper his ardent passion for her—the very passion that she needs in order to feel loved. They would probably still have that magical connection of their souls, but her spark would be dimmed, and she would, most likely, become a docile, spiritless woman—she would no longer be the woman he fell in love with, and he would have only himself to blame. But then he thought—he could live with that; he wasn't getting any younger—how long would he really be able to keep up with her sexually? Most women didn't hit the prime of their sexual drive until in their late 30's or early 40's—another 10 years or so for her—when he would be in his late 50's to early 60's! If her potent sexuality could be tempered now, then maybe she wouldn't kill him by the time he was 60 years old! Now he felt confused again; he fell in love with her partly because of her spark of life and her raw sexuality and he was willing to take those away from her in order to keep her with him—how unfair would that be to her...and to him? Maybe she's been right all along...no matter how compatible they seem, their personalities just aren't suited for a stable, long-term relationship. In this case of soul mates, their souls ended up on the same side of a coin, and not on the opposite sides so they would balance each other. She could not be the yin to his yang, nor he to her, if either of them had to give up something of themselves in order to be together...now he understood what she's been trying to tell him all along. She had stopped crying while he thought all of this through, and when she stopped sniffling, she looked up at him with deep sadness in her eyes and said softly, "Now do you understand what I've been trying to tell you about why it would be so hard for us to share a life together?" He looked at her with the same sadness in his eyes as he nodded yes. The sadness left her eyes and she looked more philosophical as she said, "I'm still leaving this up to God or fate—if I'm pregnant, I'll marry you and I'll be the best wife I can be for you, and I'll cherish our life together and our children. And if I'm not, then I'll have the most wonderful memories of a lifetime's worth of love with the man of my dreams." He brought his left hand up to her face and wiped away the remnants of her tears as he said huskily, "I do believe God has a plan, and however this turns out, it will be Him telling us if we were meant to be together. And if it turns out that we weren't, then you will always be the only woman of my dreams who showed me how deep, passionate and crazy love can be—I'll always cherish my memories of your love for me." They wrapped themselves around each other and kissed passionately for a few minutes. As they slowly ended, they noticed that the sun was getting lower in the sky; they glanced at the clock and it was about quarter to six—they'd been at it for almost a couple hours now. They were starting to get a little hungry, so they decided to take a break and go downstairs for a snack. She slipped the tee shirt back on and he put on just his shorts, and they went down to the kitchen to find some food. They still had part of the plate of cheese and fruit and some chicken salad that was leftover from their lunch yesterday, so they decided to finish that. Then he spotted a bottle of champagne in the icebox and decided that they should celebrate having come to an understanding. She was staring out the kitchen window watching the sun's rays on the rocks outside and commented that it looked like it was going to be another beautiful sunset, and he had another idea of something special they could do. He picked up the plate of food with utensils in one hand, the bottle of champagne and a couple stemmed flutes in his other hand and told her to follow him. He headed out to the main room and he told her to get the blanket off the couch that they had used on the beach yesterday—Ward must've pulled it out of the dryer and folded it and put it back on the couch while they were gone. Then he went to the patio doors and told her to open it for them and when they went out, she closed it again and followed him over to the path that went up the hill where they could watch the sunset. When they got to the top of the hill, they found a nice flat area on some grass in front of a large rock, so she spread the blanket out and they sat down to eat their snack and drink some of the champagne while they watched the sun lowering toward the horizon. They were sitting leaning against the rock after they finished eating, with his right arm around her shoulders and they were sipping champagne. As the sun was about to touch the water again, they looked at each other and smiled softly, remembering that he had made a hissing sound as they'd watched it touch the water just yesterday evening...it seemed like a lifetime ago to them already... Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 26 He held his glass toward her and she brought hers up to his and he said quietly, "I'm so thankful for everything we've been able to share this weekend. Sunsets, being on the water, fishing, good food, wine, music, dancing, your beautiful singing. Making love to you on a balcony, on the beach, on my boat, during a storm—anywhere we wanted; showering and bathing with you, lounging in front of a fire. Seeing you in those dresses, naked, in my shirt, in that garter belt, stockings and high heels..." He closed his eyes and moaned softly as he recalled that particular image; then he opened his eyes again and said softly, "I'll always love you and I'll never forget this weekend as long as I live." They clinked the flutes and drank what was left of the champagne in their glasses as they stared at each other; then he removed his arm from around her shoulder and took the glass out of her hand and set it aside with his and turned back to pull her onto his lap. She was sitting sideways on his lap leaning against his left shoulder with her arms around his neck and shoulders as they kissed each other deeply and tenderly. She could feel his cock growing in his shorts under her right thigh as her ass sat mostly on his left thigh. As he continued to kiss her deeply, he took his right hand and moved it down her body to put it up under the tee shirt she was wearing so he could caress her left breast. After just a couple minutes of this, she pulled back from him and they could both see on their faces that they wanted to make love...right there...as the sun continued to lower into the water. So he laid her back on the blanket, she reached down and unfastened and unzipped his shorts and pushed them down just far enough to get his cock out and he entered her and made love to her right there on the hilltop as the sun disappeared down into the ocean. Just as it was starting to get dark, he kissed her and lifted up off of her onto his knees and pulled his shorts back up and fastened them, then he stood and helped her to stand up. Wordlessly, they gathered up everything and headed down the path to the patio just as it was darkening and the breeze was starting to cool. They went back into the house and put the dish, utensils and glasses in the kitchen and then headed to the half bath to clean themselves up. Without a word to each other, she pulled off the tee shirt and he removed his shorts and they silently agreed to stay naked for the last hours they were together. They straightened up the kitchen together, poured the last of the champagne in their glasses and went out to the main room and spread the blanket on the couch. Then he turned the hi-fi radio on and they reclined on the couch as they sipped the champagne and shared a couple cigarettes while they listened to music in the gathering dark. After they finished the champagne he motioned for her to stand up; when he stood, he took her in his arms and started dancing with her to a lovely, slow tune on the radio—the only light in the room coming from the glow of the moonlight outside. They weren't talking at all—there was nothing left to say...they were communicating everything through their gestures and their bodies. He danced her over to the corner by the fireplace where the moonlight was shining in through the window so they could see each other's faces as they danced; they both had a slight shimmering of tears in their eyes. They smiled softly as he bent his head down and leaned his forehead against hers as they continued to sway slowly to the soft music, just letting the sensual feeling of their bodies pressed together work its magic on them until they were ready to make love again. He took her hand and walked to the couch and picked up the blanket, then went to the patio door and led her outside to the beach, wrapped them loosely in the blanket against the soft, cool breeze and laid them down to make love in the moonlight to the rhythm of the silvery waves pounding nearby. They were on the beach for about 20 minutes, until after they both came and the chilly air started to creep into them, even through the blanket. When they went back into the house, he picked her up and carried her upstairs to the big bed in the master bedroom and they did not leave it again until about 9:15, when they got up to shower, dress and get ready to leave before Ward returned; she had promised him they would at least be clothed by 10:00! For the last two hours, they made love the whole time once he laid them on the bed, neither of them saying a word—the only sounds were their soft sighs and moans, their groans of pleasure or low grunts from their exertion during the hotter sex. But they watched each other's faces most of the time—only closing their eyes occasionally as they kissed or a when a thrill of pleasure forced a loud groan and involuntarily made their eyes close, and when he took some time between his orgasms to take, what he feared would be, his last taste of her sweet pussy. After their last orgasms, they whispered, "I love you," to each other as a few tears leaked from their eyes and then they held each other for a few minutes until they had to get up. They couldn't think of anything else to say to each other while they showered and dressed—they felt they'd said everything there was to say. They dressed in the same clothes they were wearing when they arrived at Ward's beach house yesterday...it still seemed like a lifetime ago... They had to do another washer load of items, and re-made the master bed with clean sheets, then gathered up all of their clothes, putting hers back in the box it had come in. When Ward arrived at 10:00, he found them standing in front of the patio doors, holding each other, fully clothed, her head on his upper chest and his head resting against the top of hers as they stared out at the moonlit beach. They didn't move when he came into the room, they both just said, "Hey, Ward," their voices sounding very subdued. Ward tried to lighten the mood by saying jovially, "Boy, that was some greeting for a dear friend that you two have kept kicked out of his own house for over 24 hours! How about a little more enthusiasm here!" Then he heard Diana sniffle slightly and saw her hand move up to her face like she was wiping tears away, then she lifted her head and looked up at the Duke and they smiled sadly at each other. Ward knew that they had come to some kind of understanding...thank God. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 27 Part 1 – Don’t say good bye, just say good night… John Wayne looked at his friend Ward Bond and asked him if he would mind driving them in the Duke’s car to take Diana Maitland home from Ward's beach house so he could spend a little more time just holding her. Ward said he’d be happy to do that, so they took her things out to the car, and Duke and Diana sat in the back seat while Ward drove them back to L.A. He noticed that they didn’t say a word to each other the whole drive, but he would glance in the rearview mirror every once in a while and see them kissing softly; but mostly she was just leaning on him with her head on his chest and his arms around her, both of them looking sad and scared. Ward felt a lump form in his throat as he could almost feel their pain just from the looks on their faces. Diana lived less than a mile from the studio; she didn’t own a car so she walked to work or took the bus if the weather was bad. She relented to let the Duke walk her to the bottom of the stairs that went up to her apartment, but she told him she didn’t want him to go inside with her—she couldn’t handle having any memories of him in her apartment. Ward stayed in the car and watched while they walked up the sidewalk to her apartment stairway and stopped at the bottom to talk. He felt the lump in his throat get bigger as he watched them. When they stopped at the bottom of the stairs to her apartment, Diana stepped up on the first step and turned to face Wayne, and she took the box with the black dress, undergarments and shoes he’d bought for her and set it down on the steps behind her. He grabbed her and pulled her against him tightly, hugging her with his left arm at her waist and up her back and his right arm around her left shoulder with his hand on the back of her head; she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and neck. They just held each other as tightly as they could for a few moments. Then he loosened his hold on her slightly and put his mouth next to her right ear and asked her quietly, “When will you know?” “In about a week or so,” she answered softly. Then she continued, “I’ll get a message to you somehow, to let you know.” He pulled his head back to look at her, moving his hands to her waist, and said, “No. I’ll be at the studio again in a couple weeks and I’ll come to you. This is something that I want to hear from you personally…don’t argue with me on this,” he commanded when he saw her start to protest. She nodded her understanding. He brought his hands up to the sides of her face and neck and stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, and stared into her eyes as he said huskily, “And don’t you dare say ‘good bye,’ just say ‘good night,’” as he leaned in to kiss her deeply and tenderly. She had moved her hands to his shoulders and then moved them up to grasp his neck as they kissed for long moments, and he finally ended it slowly when he heard her whimper in desperation that sounded both passionate and sad. She was trembling slightly and there was a shimmer of tears in her eyes as she opened them slowly; she licked her lips and swallowed hard, and then looked into his eyes and whispered, “Good…night,” as she turned to pick up the box and head upstairs. He watched her as she walked up the stairs and paused at the door to get her spare key from where she kept it hidden, since her main keys were in her purse, which had been left in her office all weekend. She paused to look back at him before she went in and shut the door. He walked back to his car and got in the front seat with Ward, and asked Ward if he could stay the night at his house—he knew he was going to have to get good and drunk in order to be able to get any sleep tonight and he didn’t want to do it alone. Ward said it was no problem and they made the drive back in silence. As soon as Diana shut the door to her apartment, she felt like she was dead; like she had poured every ounce of her life force into loving John Wayne, and after being with him steadily for almost 58 hours straight, she was drained and her heart felt like it didn’t want to beat any more. She felt empty; she already knew she wasn’t pregnant—she didn’t know how, she just knew that if she was, she would feel it somehow and she wouldn’t feel this empty. She would only have to wait a week or so to confirm it, but she already knew and she hadn’t had the heart to tell him…he wouldn’t have believed her anyway. She collapsed into bed that night and slept fitfully, between the haunting dreams that she was still with him. She made herself get up the next morning and go to work as usual, thinking that getting back to her normal routine would somewhat keep her mind from being completely occupied by thoughts of him. She was thrown slightly when her boss came in a little while later and stopped at her desk and asked, “Was Mr. Wayne pleased with you this weekend?” She jerked her head up to look at her boss and murmured a quick “what?” and her boss continued, “Was Mr. Wayne pleased with your work for him this weekend? I called his hotel concerned because you never returned after the tour with him, and he left me a message saying that he had asked you to check on the availability of some of the production crew for the movie from his office. Were you able to get the information he needed?” She stammered nervously, “Oh. Oh, yes, well…some of it anyway—he…just needed some… information…that his own staff wasn’t able to provide. I…guess he was pleased with me; he was…very kind and generous to me.” Her voice wavered as a lump started to form, so she swallowed it and cleared her throat as her boss frowned at her slightly. She was sounding uncharacteristically nervous in front of her boss and he knew when she sounded like that, she was scared. He’d found that out when he’d asked her to do the studio recorded singing for some movies, and she had been flustered and stammered as she had politely tried to tell him no because she said she would be too nervous. Her boss looked at her, and asked, “Are you all right? You don’t sound all right. Did something else happen this weekend?” She shook her head no and said that nothing had happened, she was just tired, that was all, and she’d be fine. Her boss still frowned slightly at her—like he wasn’t buying her story, but he let it go. At the end of that first day, she was surprised when a delivery person showed up in her office and informed her that he had several packages of frozen halibut steaks to give to her, and said she should get them home and into her freezer as soon as possible. She’d completely forgotten that they’d caught all those fish just yesterday, and she smiled to herself as she realized he was sharing them with her. She would have more fish to eat for a while than she’d had since she’d moved to L.A. over 8 years ago. Oh, God! How she’d missed the taste of fish! The rest of the week passed by in a blur as she just tried to get through each day without seeing his face every time she closed her eyes, hearing his voice every time it was quiet and recalling some vivid image from their weekend together when she didn’t have anything else to occupy her thoughts. The first weekend after their encounter was hard for her. She couldn’t go out and drink with her girlfriends like they’d asked her to—if by chance she was wrong and she was pregnant, she didn’t think it would be a good idea to drink heavily. She went out with them for a little while to a dance club and had one drink, then ended up going home early because a couple men asked her to dance, and she knew she couldn’t because she’d feel like she was cheating on him. Her girlfriends had asked her what was wrong and where she’d disappeared to the previous weekend, and she told them nothing was wrong and that it had been just “work stuff” last weekend. She got her confirmation of what she already knew that following Monday, and she broke down and cried in the ladies room near her office at the studio. She tried to wash her face to hide the evidence before she went back to her desk, but if anyone looked closely, they would be able to tell she’d been crying. When she walked in the door to her office, she was taken aback to see Ward standing in front of her desk, and as soon as he looked at her, she burst out crying again. Ward came to her and put his arms around her and asked her what was wrong. She started to sob, “I’m not…I’m not…,” then she stopped. She couldn’t tell Ward that she’d just confirmed that she wasn’t pregnant! She just leaned against him for a couple more minutes as she stopped sobbing and calmed down. Ward handed her a tissue and led her over to a chair to sit down, and he sat next to her and held her hand while she composed herself. When she was calm, she looked at Ward and asked him why he was there. Ward explained that he had a meeting with one of the casting people regarding the movie to see if there was going to be a part in it that was right for him, and that Duke knew he was going to be at the studio and had asked him to check in on her if he had a chance. She looked at Ward and told him that she’d been doing fine, for the most part, until today because she’d just gotten a little bad news and that was why she was upset—she assured Ward it had nothing to do with Duke. Ward didn’t believe her; he looked closely at her and asked quietly, “Are you upset because you are or aren’t pregnant?” Her eyes widened and she jerked her head slightly, staring at him for a few seconds, then tears came back into her eyes as she said softly, “I’m not pregnant…I’m upset because I’m not pregnant…even though it’s for the best,” she whispered as more tears gathered in her eyes. Then she asked Ward, “Would you tell him for me? I don’t know how I’m going to be able to break this to him. I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle his reaction! I know it’s going to hurt him and I can’t stand the thought of causing him any more pain…please?!!!” she begged Ward as he was shaking his head no. Ward patted her hand, and said softly, “Diana, this is something that he has to hear from you. I think he’d take it even worse coming from me—he might kill me, but I know he won’t hurt you. And I don’t think he’d appreciate my knowing about this before he does, so please don’t tell him that I even asked you about this! OK?” She smiled sadly and nodded that she understood, and then she asked him if he’d seen the big man much over the past week and how he was doing. Ward replied, “Oh, he’s doing about the same as you it appears. He’s walking around looking half-dead, like he’s lost something of himself and doesn’t know how to get it back; but that’s only when he doesn’t have something else to do or think about to keep his mind off of it. Is that about how it is for you?” She sighed and nodded with another sad smile. Then Ward got up and went over behind her desk and picked up a bag and said, “By the way, he asked me to bring these to you…your clothes and shoes from his hotel room. And he said for me to tell you that he still owes you a blouse?!!” She stood up and immediately exclaimed, “No, he doesn’t! He bought me two dresses and…shoes to match; he more than made up for the blouse…he doesn’t owe me anything!” she ended adamantly. She did not want him to start thinking or feeling that he owed her anything. Ward looked surprised at her tone of voice and told her not to jump to conclusions, that he was sure Duke had meant it as a joke because he’d chuckled when he said it, which Ward said had made him wonder what had happened to her blouse. Diana closed her eyes and smiled and chuckled slightly herself and said, “Never mind!” Ward set the bag back down behind her desk and came around to her and told her he had to get going to his meeting and that he’d tell Duke she was doing about as well as he was. Diana thanked him and he gave her a big hug and was just releasing her when the door opened as Diana’s boss was entering. Her boss stopped and looked at them, then at Ward and said, “Don’t I know you?” Ward introduced himself, and Diana’s boss said, “Oh, yes. Aren’t you a friend of Mr. Wayne?” Ward replied that he was, and then Diana’s boss asked, “Well, how do you know Diana?” Ward frowned and looked at Diana, and she jumped in to explain that she and Mr. Bond had met at Mr. Wayne’s office that weekend. Then she said they’d all had dinner together and had gotten acquainted, and Mr. Bond was just stopping by to say hello and that he’d enjoyed meeting her. She’d stammered in her explanation again and her boss was frowning like he wasn’t buying it, but he just said, “I see. Well, then, nice to meet you Mr. Bond. Diana, when you’re through, I need to see you in my office, OK?” She told him she’d be right there, and as soon as his door was shut, she quietly explained to Ward the story that the big man had told her boss about why she’d disappeared for the weekend—doing work for him at his office—and that them having dinner together was the only thing she could come up with for a story as to how they met. Ward told her not to worry, that it would be the same story he’d tell and pass it along to Duke in case anyone asked. She thanked Ward again and kissed him on his cheek before he walked out the door. Then she grabbed her steno pad and pencil and walked into her boss’ office and sat down to start taking notes or dictation. Her boss looked at her when she sat down, and she could see concern on his face as he started to speak. “I’ve gotten to know you pretty well since you’ve been working for me over 2 years now…I know when you’re scared or nervous and you’ve been skittish since that weekend. I don’t know what else happened, but I know it’s something that has you scared, and I can’t even imagine what that might be. All I know is, that if you did anything that will blow this deal with John Wayne, I’ll have your head on a platter. Is that understood?” She swallowed hard and said clearly, “Yes, sir, I understand; but I don’t think the movie deal is in jeopardy at all. I understand Mr. Wayne will be here next week and you can ask him yourself if I did anything at all to jeopardize the deal. Now, is there anything else you needed, sir?” He told her that was all, and she stood up and walked out of his office, closing the door behind her, and went to her desk to finish the work she had started earlier before she broke down in the ladies room and Ward had shown up. The rest of the week passed slowly and uneventfully, and that weekend, she went out with her girlfriends again but, this time, got drunker than she had in a long time. When a couple men tried to make passes at her, she shot them down saying that she’d just lost someone special and she was not interested in any other male company. Her girlfriends kept asking her who she was talking about since they all knew she hadn’t been dating anyone seriously for a long time; she finally slurred drunkenly, “You wouldn’t believe me if I tol’ ya.” Then she got up and staggered slightly out the door and found a taxi to take her home so she could sleep it off. Toward the end of the following Monday, she found out he was supposed to be coming in sometime on Tuesday. She felt sick most of Monday night, her stomach lurching at the thought of seeing him again and having to tell him “good bye.” She couldn’t eat anything because she was afraid it wouldn’t stay down; out of desperation to get some sleep, she drank about 3 fingers of whiskey, which miraculously, also calmed her stomach. Tuesday morning, she looked haggard but she fixed her face the best she could to hide it and dressed conservatively, and was at her desk promptly at 9:00. She left her desk at about 11:30 to go to the ladies room, and when she came back, he was in her office sitting on the front edge of her desk, dressed pretty much the same as the very first and last times she saw him. She froze in her tracks with the door standing wide open and the doorknob still in her hand; this time, SHE looked startled, and he was just staring at her with intense longing and that smoldering passion in his deep, blue eyes. Suddenly, her eyes mirrored his as her breathing grew heavier, then the sadness crept into her eyes as she remembered what she had to tell him. She didn’t have to tell him; he could see it in her eyes. She’d been startled to find him sitting on her desk, she saw the longing and desire in his eyes and she couldn’t help but respond with her own, then he saw sadness replace the longing and desire and he knew—she wasn’t pregnant. He frowned sadly in response and looked down as his eyes misted. He heard her shut the door and then moved just in front of him as she whispered, “I’m so sorry,” and he could hear her voice catch, so he looked up at her to see the tears in her eyes as well; at least he knew she had genuinely hoped for a chance for them. He couldn’t stop himself any longer; he reached forward and pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her and crushing his mouth to hers and her body against him and between his legs as he perched on the edge of her desk. Her arms automatically went up around his shoulders and neck, their heads turning to the side toward each other to kiss fiercely, so tightly were they crushed together. They forgot about everything else for a few minutes as they just let this kiss remind them of everything they felt for each other; they were so lost in the kiss that they didn’t hear the door open. Suddenly, they heard someone clearing their throat and they both broke apart at the same time to see Diana’s boss standing in front of the door with it closed behind him; they never heard him come in! Wayne moved Diana around to his side and slightly behind him as he stood up, in a protective gesture, and eyed her boss sternly. Diana’s boss had his eyebrows raised and said, “Well, at least now I know why she’s been so nervous and withdrawn since that weekend…although I would never have guessed…this!” as he gestured at the two of them. Wayne looked at Diana’s boss and said, “Don’t say anything else. The three of us need to go into your office so we can discuss…this…and come to an understanding. Now!” Wayne boomed in his commanding voice and indicated the producer’s inner office with a jerk of his head when he saw Diana’s boss get ready to say something else. The man snapped his mouth shut and headed toward his office as Wayne took Diana’s hand and led her into the office behind her boss and shut the door. The producer turned around and immediately started saying, “Mr. Wayne, if Miss Maitland has done or said anything to make you change your mind about…” Wayne cut him off as he looked at the man with a scowl and barked, “Sit down and shut up!” He continued in a menacing tone of voice, “If you say one more derogatory thing against her, you’re going to be the one who makes me change my mind about this movie deal, you got that?” When the producer sat down with a surprised look on his face and nodded that he understood, Wayne continued to explain the situation and how it was to be handled. “I care very deeply about Miss Maitland, Diana.” He glanced at her as he continued to hold her hand, then looked back at the producer and let his emotion show in his eyes as he continued, “In truth, I love her and she loves me, but we learned enough about each other over that weekend to know that we would not be suited for marriage…much to my bitter disappointment.” He looked at her again and let go of her hand to bring his up to put it on her face and neck to stroke her cheek with his thumb for a few moments, then removed his hand and looked back at the producer. “Now, this in no way affects my decision regarding this movie deal other than your promise that you will never divulge anything about…this…to anyone…ever. Is that clear?” The producer nodded that he understood, so Wayne continued, “And furthermore, you will never use this in any way against her. If I ever hear that you have, you’ll never get a chance at producing any movie I’m involved with ever again. Do you understand? The producer nodded again, and Wayne finished with his last request. “And as a request, I want you to continue to use her as a studio recording singer. I applaud your decision to demand that she sing for those previous movies, but you should use her more often, and loan her out to other studios as well. Her voice is too beautiful not to be shared, don’t you agree?” The producer nodded his agreement as he had given up trying to speak. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 27 Then Wayne said, “Now, if it’s all right with you, may I borrow your office for a few minutes so that I can say ‘good bye’ to her?” Diana’s boss stood up and said that would be fine with him—it was close to lunch time, so he would just go to lunch and they could take as long as they wanted as he headed out the door and closed it behind him. Wayne turned toward Diana again as he hadn’t looked at her since he’d dictated his demands to her boss. She looked to be on the verge of tears, and he was afraid that she was upset because now someone else, her own boss, knew about them and she had wanted to keep this “thing” between them secret from the beginning. He moved to her and pulled her against him to hold her; she wrapped her arms around his torso as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and back and she laid her head against his upper chest. He bent his head down and kissed the top of her head and said softly, “I’m so sorry, Diana. I didn’t stop to think that anyone could walk in the door and find us together. Will you forgive me?” She sniffled slightly and cleared her throat, then said, “I’m not upset about that. I know him well enough to know that he’s only worried about making sure that a big star like you get what you want so he can produce your movies. Now that he knows I didn’t do anything to jeopardize this deal, he won’t be mad at me because he knows I’m the best assistant he’s ever had. I just hope now that he knows about what happened between us, that he doesn’t get the big idea that maybe I can entice some other big stars for him!” she said sarcastically as a joke and laughed softly. Wayne started to get upset on her last statement until he heard her laugh, then he knew she was joking, but he brought his right hand up to her chin and forced her to look up at him as he said in his deep, gravelly voice with a sexy grin, “You better not or I’ll beat the shit out your boss and whoever he tries to get you to entice!” Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 28 Part 2—He has to have her one last time... John Wayne and Diana Maitland chuckled together for a moment at their joke when he threatened to beat her boss and any other big star he would try to get her to entice to produce their movies. Then her smile faded as passion and desire returned to her eyes and she said desperately, "There is no one else I'd ever want to try to entice—I don't really know how to entice a man. I was going to practice on you, but you didn't give me much of a chance!" He rumbled sexily, "Oh, little girl, don't you know by now? You don't have to entice any man; all you have to do is open your eyes and find a man who is worthy of you and let him love you—just like you did with me. I just wish I felt worthy enough to keep you; what would it take to get you to marry me? Just tell me what to do—I'll do whatever you ask if it will get you to marry me... please!" he ended pleading desperately, grasping her upper arms and keeping her pinned against him with his face only inches from hers, his eyes filled with deep passion and desperate desire. Suddenly he crushed his mouth to hers with a desperate groan, wrapped his arms around her body, and moved his hands down to her ass as he pressed her hips against him so she could feel his hard dick, and he heard her moan with desire as he rubbed against her a few times. He dragged his mouth from hers just far enough to murmur passionately, "Oh, God, Diana! I need you so badly! Please let me inside you...even if it's only just one last time..." He groaned desperately again as he heard her whisper yes, and he immediately bent down and picked her up and carried her over to the large conference table in her boss' office and set her down in front of it as it would be just the right height for him. When he backed away from her for a moment, she told him to go lock the door, which he did while she removed her panties under her skirt. When he came back to her, he lifted her to set her on the edge of table while she lifted her skirt and slip to get them out from under her ass so it wouldn't get messed up. He started to undo his belt buckle, but she moved his hands away and started to undo it herself, so he used his hands to start unbuttoning her blouse—he wanted to rip it open again but he couldn't keep destroying her clothes! Then he started kissing her again, desperately, as she finished unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Then she reached her hand down through the waist of his boxers so she could grasp his huge, hard shaft. He groaned deeply in her mouth as she stroked him a couple times, then he removed her hand from his shorts, pushed her blouse off her shoulders and arms and reached around to unhook her bra and remove it. Then he lifted his head to look at her breasts as he brought his hands around to stroke and knead them gently while she unbuttoned his shirt. When his shirt was open, he dropped his hands as she pushed his shirt and jacket from his shoulders; now they were both completely bare from the waist up. So he grabbed her and pulled her against him as he kissed her deeply so he could feel her large, soft breasts crushed against his bare chest again—God, how he'd missed that feeling! Then he dragged his mouth down her neck to her chest and then to her breasts as she leaned back, bracing her hands on the table and arching her back to give him complete access to her breasts. He took his time kissing and licking every inch of her breasts, then sucking her nipples into his mouth until they were hard peaks, and then making her moan loudly as he laved them firmly with his tongue. She lifted her head and moaned desperately at him, "I need to feel you inside me...now!" He pushed his pants and boxers down just far enough to free his throbbing dick. Then they both looked down and moaned as they watched his monstrous cock slowly slide into her until their pubic mounds met. She wrapped her legs around his hips and ass to hold him inside her like she was never going to let him go, and they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed deeply as they moaned with pleasure into each other's mouths. Then he dragged his mouth from hers to kiss across her left cheek to her neck just below her ear and then whispered deeply, "I never want to forget how good it feels to have my cock buried in your sweet pussy; tell me you'll never forget this feeling either!" She moaned passionately, "Never! I told you—you've branded me! I'll never crave another man's cock inside me the way I crave yours; I'll never want another man the way I want you; I'll never need another man the way I need you; I'll never love another man the way I love you! Make love to me now...one last time..." she whispered desperately as tears filled her eyes. She unlocked her legs from around his hips and just braced her knees and calves to his sides as he thrust slowly in and out of her a few times, staring into her face and seeing the desperate desire behind her tears. She said she'd never crave another man's cock the way she does his—or want or need or love another man the way she does him; he felt the jealousy start to build in him again as he thought angrily that he didn't want her to EVER be with any other man again but him! She saw an angry fire start to burn in his eyes and he started to breathe heavier and thrust harder into her as he put his left arm down to her lower back and ass to hold her still as he slammed into her. Then he put his right hand on the back of her head, digging his fingers into her hair as he said savagely, "If this is the last time you're going to let me inside you, Diana, then I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll never want any other man inside you ever again!" He had that same look of jealous rage on his face from that scene in "Wake of the Red Witch" again, and he was clutching her hair so tightly that it was painful, and she suddenly felt like Angelique in the movie as she tried to get his attention. "Ralls! Ralls! Ralls!" she pleaded desperately, with tears of pain in her eyes as she pushed on his chest with her left hand and clutched at his right arm as hard as she could with her right hand. Suddenly, he froze, realizing what she'd said and what he was doing. At least in the movie, Ralls had the excuse that he was drunk when he almost attacked Angelique; he had no excuse other than losing control from jealousy over something that he just couldn't stand the thought of! He released her hair and looked at her in shock and started to pull out of her, as his dick was still buried inside her, but she wrapped her left leg around his ass, shaking her head no. Then he put his arms around her and whispered, "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry. This is not how I wanted to make love to you for the last time." She whispered, "I know. Just this once, let's pretend that we're married; we're about to separate because of marital incompatibility, but we're making love one last time because the sex was always good—that was never our problem—it's other obstacles we can't overcome. Just think of me as your 3rd wife; what do you want to tell me? Make love to me, soft and slow, and tell me what was good about our life together," she said softly as a few tears rolled slowly down her cheeks. He brought his hand up to her cheeks to wipe away her tears and kissed her gently as he started to move slowly in and out of her again, and said softly, "Well, Mrs. Wayne, I married you because you're the most beautiful, smart, funny and talented woman I have ever met, and because we enjoy doing so many things together. And because you excite me more than any woman I've ever known—you are the sexiest, most sensual and generous lover I've ever had, and I'll never stop wanting you...or needing you...or loving you," he moaned sexily as he kissed her hard and passionately in between words as he thrust harder and deeper into her. She was moaning as his words and his thrusting were quickly bringing her to orgasm, especially since it had been over 2 weeks since the last time he'd been inside her. She was hanging onto his shoulders with her hands and had her legs braced on the sides of his hips, and her head fell back as she groaned deeply on one of his harder thrusts, and she moaned, "Oh, yes...harder... please fuck me harder!" So, they wrapped their arms around each other and held on while their bodies started slamming together, and they both came within a minute, moaning loudly together. They stayed wrapped around each other for a couple minutes as their breathing returned to normal, then he lifted his head from her shoulder and looked at her with passionate sadness as he said, "I thought you were the other half of my soul, but instead, I think we are two souls that are just alike, and that's what causes all of our problems. We're too much alike...we don't have enough differences to balance each other out. We swing from one extreme to the other and usually without any warning. I guess that's why we have to separate, but I will always love you. Varlabenga," he whispered; his voice cracked slightly and tears came into his eyes as he said an Indian word for "forever" from one of his lines in the movie "Hondo." It actually meant that he'd chosen her as his squaw or wife...forever. Then he kissed her deeply and passionately until they felt his soft cock starting to slip out of her. She looked next to them on the conference table and saw some paper napkins just a couple feet away next the water pitcher, so she stretched sideways and grabbed them so they could clean up quickly before anything dripped on their clothes or the floor. When they were decent again, he hugged her to him and he said, "I didn't mean what I said when my jealousy took over. I can't go the rest of my life without finding someone to share it with me, and it would hurt more to know that you cut yourself off from the possibility of happiness with someone else because of me. Promise me, little girl, that you'll find someone who is worthy of you and who'll treat you well." "I will eventually, I promise. But you have to understand that I've been living my life so long loving you that it's going to take me a while to get over knowing that you love me, too, but we weren't meant to be together. But, you've only loved me a short time, so I'll understand if it doesn't take you as long to get over loving me. This other woman you've been seeing and thought about marrying, what's her name? Do you think you could be happy with her?" She kept blinking her eyes to keep the tears at bay and swallowing the lumps in her throat. He answered quietly, "Her name's Pilar, and I'm not sure...maybe. I felt comfortable with her, like she was familiar. I felt like I was falling in love with her, but it was a comforting kind of love, like it would be...safe and stable—kind of completely the opposite of what I feel for you. I want both of those kinds of love, but I can't have both. And at my age, perhaps the comfortable, familiar love is the safer choice for me. If I move on with my life quicker, it will only be because I can't wallow in the pain that I feel because I can't be with you—I'll never get over loving you, little girl. You will own a piece of my heart forever." "As will you with me," she whispered as they held each other even tighter for another minute or so. She suddenly realized what he'd said a few minutes ago right after he explained why he thought they had to "divorce;" he'd said Varlabenga...she knew she'd heard the word somewhere before but she couldn't recall where. Then she remembered he'd said it in the movie "Hondo" and what it meant. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said softly, "Varlabenga." He leaned down and kissed her tenderly for several moments, then he backed away from her slightly, gathered her to his right side with his arm around her and walked them to the door of her boss' office and opened it so they could go out into her office. They paused in front of her desk as he pulled her to him to hug her again tightly, then he backed away from her and put his right hand on the left side of her face and neck and stroked her cheek with his thumb as he said seriously, "If you ever need anything...anything at all...you just call me. You hear?" as he handed her a card that had his private office number. She smiled sadly and nodded her head, he leaned down and kissed her softly one last time, then let his hand and fingers trail off her cheek to her chin as he backed away from her, both of them staring at each other as tears filled their eyes. Just before the tears spilled, he turned away from her and took the last few steps to the door, opened it and walked out, closing it behind him. He stood in the hallway outside her office for several moments, breathing heavily and staring off into space as a few tears ran down his face. Just as he brought his hand up to his face and turned to walk away, Diana's boss was walking toward him. The producer looked stunned to see him so upset, so he scowled at the man and said hoarsely, "What're you lookin' at? You just remember what I told you—if you ever breathe a word of this to anyone or do anything that harms her, I'll do worse than hurt your chances at producing any of my movies—I'll hunt you down and hurt you! Is that clear?" The producer replied sincerely, "Yes, Mr. Wayne. I'll keep my mouth shut. And you don't have to worry about me doing anything to hurt Diana. I've always cared about her; she's a fine young woman and the best assistant I've ever had. I just hope the fact that someone like you recognized her for the wonderful young woman she is will help her finally realize it herself. Since she's been working for me, I've noticed she doesn't seem to believe in herself. Which worries me, because I must assume from how upset you are, that it was mostly her decision—that she couldn't marry you for some reason. I hope it wasn't because she didn't feel worthy of you—she didn't use that as her excuse did she?" "She tried to at first, but I convinced her she was wrong. But, in the end, she showed me that we're not compatible because we're too much alike, her and me. It's like we were cut out of the same mould—only she's a woman and I'm a man. If she'd been a man, we'd have probably been best friends; but because she's a woman, it just made the sparks fly...and boy did they fly!" He'd stared off into space again as he described their relationship, then he looked back at Diana's boss and frowned as he saw the look on the man's face and said, "Just forget I said that last part—don't you dare do any speculating about what went on between us...you got that?" "Understood, Mr. Wayne. I think I'm going to give Diana the rest of the day off...she's probably not going to be any good to me the rest of the day any way. I'm sure it's going to take her a while to get over you...if she ever does. I'll continue to encourage her in her singing and maybe that will give her something else to concentrate on besides you." The producer saw Wayne frown sadly as he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his cigarettes and lighter and lit one. The producer continued, "You know, it's funny. I always heard you were somewhat of a hard ass to work with, but seeing this side of you at least lets me know that you're human, so maybe we won't have such a difficult working relationship. I look forward to working with you, sir." The producer ended by holding out his hand to shake Wayne's. Wayne stuck his cigarette in his lips for a moment as he took the producer's hand and shook it firmly a couple times, then took the cigarette from his mouth as he looked at the man and turned to walk away, blew the smoke from his lungs and crooked one of his eyebrows as he said, "If you think I'm not a hard ass, just ask Diana. She'll tell you what a hard ass I am!" Then he strode away from the producer chuckling quietly. The producer frowned slightly as he watched Wayne sauntering away and wondered what he'd meant; then he went to the office door and opened it to find Diana sitting at her desk drying her eyes and blowing her nose after she'd obviously been sobbing. Her eyes were puffy and red and she was still breathing a little unevenly. He went to stand right in front of her and said quietly, "I just had another conversation with Mr. Wayne in the hallway. It's obvious that he feels as deeply about you as you do about him. If you need to, you can take the rest of the day off, I don't need anything else today." Diana looked at her boss and tried to smile and told him she'd be all right in a little while, that she had other work that she needed to finish and that she needed to keep her mind occupied so she wouldn't go crazy. She could feel tears trying to form in her eyes again after her boss told her that he could tell how much Wayne loved her; then she chuckled and burst out laughing at what he said next. The producer was still wondering about the last comments Wayne had made to him so he said to Diana, "I told Mr. Wayne that I was glad to see that he was human and hoped it would make our working relationship easier since it seems he's not such a hard ass as some people have said. And he told me that if I didn't think he was a hard ass, that I should ask you and you'd confirm that he was! What the hell is so funny?" The producer was surprised when Diana burst out laughing; there were tears coming out of her eyes again, but at least this time, they weren't tears of sadness Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 29 Part 3—He tries to help her move on... The next several weeks were a little difficult for Diana Maitland and John Wayne because he was at the studio off and on going to various pre-production meetings, and they would occasionally run into each other, always when other people were around as well, and they had to act as nothing more than acquaintances. They would greet each other formally as Mr. Wayne and Miss Maitland, but if they thought no one was watching, they'd stare for several seconds as their eyes conveyed everything they couldn't say..."I love you; I miss you; I want you..." A few people noticed their stares, but since no one ever saw them alone together anywhere, they just chalked it up to a mutual attraction that they were not going to act on. One person commented to Diana's boss that they'd noticed the way Diana and Wayne had looked at each other, and her boss told them, "Oh, you know how it is...he's a big star and she's a big fan of his so naturally she's infatuated with him. But, even if Mr. Wayne is attracted to her, I'm sure he has no intention of getting involved with her just to end up breaking her heart...he's not that kind of man...you should know that!" Wayne almost blew things wide open one day just over 2 months after their weekend. Diana was at lunch in the studio commissary and was seated alone at a table in the corner going over some work she had brought with her while she ate. Two men had come over to her a few minutes apart to ask if they could join her for lunch, but she turned them both away politely, saying that she really needed to get her work done and she was afraid their company would distract her. They seemed disappointed but said they understood and left her alone. When she saw a third man walk up to her table out of the corner of her eye, she started talking before she looked up, saying, "I'm sorry to tell you this, but I need to get this work done so..." She froze in mid-sentence when she looked up and saw Wayne looking down at her with his eyebrows raised and he said, "Could I please join you for lunch, Miss Maitland. You're the only one in here at the moment that I know and I really don't like to eat alone. Would you mind?" as his eyes smoldered at her. She swallowed hard and said, "Of course not, Mr. Wayne. Please...have a seat." As he sat across from her and lit a cigarette, she cleared away the papers that were strewn over the table. After she put them back in the folder she'd brought them in, she looked at him and he asked her how she was doing, how work was going, and they tried to pretend like they were just chatting about movie production schedules and upcoming meetings. Then he asked quietly, "How are you really doing? Please tell me the truth." She looked at him sincerely and said softly, "I'm doing fine. I'm keeping busy and I'm eating and sleeping a little better each week. I'll survive...don't worry about me." Wayne raised his eyebrows skeptically and said, "I've been watching you since you came in here. Two nice looking young men asked to join you and you turned them away. Why?" "Why are you even asking me that? You should know why!" she whispered with a frown on her face. He closed his eyes for a couple seconds and frowned, then he stared into hers again and kept his voice quiet as he said, "I've been seeing Pilar again." He saw her blink a few times and take a couple deep breaths as her jaw clenched; she didn't like hearing that. Well that was too bad—he would risk pissing her off if it would get her to stop living like a nun and give herself a chance at happiness. He continued, "I remember now why I thought about marrying her—she's a very warm and caring young woman and I think she would be a very loving wife—what more could I ask for?" Diana gritted her teeth and spoke through them, "How nice for you, Mr. Wayne. I hope you two will be very happy together. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to get back to work. Good day, Mr. Wayne." She grabbed her folder and her purse and got up and abruptly walked away from the table. As she was headed for the door, she saw one of the men who she had turned away earlier sitting near the door, and the hurt and jealousy she was feeling made her do something foolish and reckless. She stopped in front of the man's table and asked him to stand up, and when he did, she noticed that he was a rather nice looking man. He had blonde hair a little lighter than hers, large dark brown eyes and classic features—almost the exact opposite of Wayne's chiseled, tough-looking, manly face with his dark hair and heavy-lidded, deep blue eyes. She said quietly with a smile, "Would you do me a favor? I'm trying to get an old boyfriend to stop hounding me, so...would you kiss me?" "What?" the man asked quietly as surprise and confusion registered on his face. "Kiss me! And try to make it look like you mean it...please? I'm desperate!" "Well...OK!" So he moved right in front of her, put his right arm around her lower back and his left arm around her shoulders, pressed her against him, bent his head down and kissed her, softly at first and then very passionately. When he felt her body molded against his, especially the way her large breasts felt crushed against his chest, and the softness of her lips, it wasn't hard at all for him to make it look like he meant it, especially when he felt himself getting a hard-on. When he raised his head slowly, staring at her face, she had a look of desire like he'd never seen on a woman before, and he asked her eagerly, "I've been dying to ask you out—will you go out with me?" Diana was a little surprised at her reaction to this man's kiss—he was quite good at kissing and she felt a slight tingling in her lower abdomen. She hadn't been touched by a man for almost two months now, nor had she been able to bring herself to seek sexual release on her own, and her body was feeling neglected at having been cut off so abruptly after having so much sex in one weekend. She felt a slight stirring of desire, and she could tell he was enjoying kissing her even more as she felt his hips press against her slightly and she could feel his hard cock pressed near her crotch. It made her neglected pussy start to tingle and increased her desire alarmingly. As he ended the kiss and looked down at her, he seemed surprised to see a look of desire on her face and then he blurted that he'd been dying to ask her out. As he released her, she smiled coyly and said, "I'll think about it. Thanks for helping me out. By the way, my name's Diana. And you're...?" He was staring at her, breathing heavily, and hesitated before he said, "Steve. Steve Elliott." "Nice to meet you, Steve. I'm sure I'll see you around. Bye, boys!" she waved at his companions at the table as they all gawked at her before she turned to leave. She put a little more sway to her hips as she walked away, hoping they were all watching her as John Wayne chased her down at the door and grabbed her arm to drag her outside. She'd seen him headed her way out of the corner of her eye as she had said good-bye to them. Wayne had watched her walking away and he knew she was hurting, but when he saw her stop at the table where one of the young men she had turned away earlier was sitting, he thought maybe his ploy had worked and she was going to introduce herself to him. When he saw the young man stand up, he thought they were introducing themselves, but when the man put his arms around Diana and kissed her like he knew her and it was quite obvious he was enjoying it, Wayne grabbed the edges of the table to keep from pounding his fist on it. What was she doing? Did she already know this man? Had she already been out with him and fucked him? The man looked to be about her age, and he had classic, handsome features and blonde hair; he was about a head taller than Diana and had a slim, athletic build—his looks were almost exactly the opposite of Wayne's dark, rugged and chiseled features. Was she trying to tell him that she found this man's appearance more appealing? Just what the hell was going on? When the man slowly released Diana, Wayne started breathing heavier and growled in his throat at the look on Diana's face—he knew her look of desire well. He angrily crushed out his cigarette as he watched them speak further and he saw all the men at the table gawking at her. When she smiled and waved coyly at them before she started to walk away, he launched himself out of his chair and strode quickly and purposefully toward her, throwing an angry glare at the young man as he passed him. He caught her at the door, grabbed her arm and led her outside. Steve and his friends all gawked again as they saw John Wayne stalk past them as he glared at Steve, catch up with Diana at the door and grab her arm to lead her outside. One of Steve's friends said, "Hey! Wasn't that...?!! Steve looked concerned as he sank down onto his chair and said worriedly, "John Wayne's her old boyfriend? And she used me to make HIM jealous? Oh shit...I'm a dead man!" Wayne led Diana to a building housing a currently unused set, swung her around to face him and growled at her, "Just what the hell was that all about?" "I got your message!" she growled back at him. "You're trying to tell me it's time to get on with my life and stop pining for you, so that's what I'm doing! I'm sorry if you didn't like the way I went about it! But that's none of your goddamn business—it's my life and I'll do what I want! You got that?" He lowered his voice and asked her furiously, "How the hell are you ever going to find a decent man to love you if you keep acting like that? You were looking at that man like you wanted him to fuck you...or have you let him already? How the hell are you ever going to get a man to marry you if you act like a whore?" He jerked in surprise as her right hand flew up and smacked his left cheek. "How dare you say that!" she hissed quietly. "I act like more of a whore when I'm with you than what you just saw! I haven't fucked anybody since you treated me like a whore in my boss' office!" She saw him wince in pain when she said that, but she continued angrily, "And besides, I don't want a 'decent man'—I want a man who will love me but still fuck my brains out when I need it and not just treat me like a 'nice, loving little wife' all the time. Some men still think that the woman they marry has to be a pure, chaste little thing that only has sex when her husband wants it and does it only because she wants to have his children. I want a man who enjoys sex as much as I do and who'll be able to keep up with me—I told you that...remember?!!" she exclaimed heatedly. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and took a deep breath, then said quietly, "I'm sorry... you're right, I shouldn't have said that to you, and I do know what you want in a husband. All I'm saying is that you don't have to make the very first impression you give a man that all you're interested in is sex! There are plenty of decent men who would love to find a wife who enjoys sex as much as they do and wants it as much as they do. But you may not even give them the chance to think of you as a wife if you act overly aggressive! And how the hell did you get that guy to kiss you like that any way?" he questioned angrily. "I told him that an old boyfriend was hounding me and I needed his help, and he was only too happy to oblige. After he kissed me he told me he'd been dying to ask me out, but now that he thinks you're my 'old boyfriend,' I doubt he's going to follow through on that! And I think I'll be rather disappointed because he's a damn good kisser!" she finished suggestively. Wayne's jealousy flared again, and he reached out and grabbed her body and pulled her against him as he growled, "Did HE make you feel like THIS?" He crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her hard, and then backed off as his desire took over and he deepened the kiss until they were both clinging to each other desperately and moaning passionately—Diana's purse and the folder of papers dropped and scattered on the floor at their feet. His dick got hard the moment he pulled her against him, and her pussy went from tingles to soaking her panties by the time he finally let go of her because she could feel his big, hard cock pressed against her. They stepped back from each other dazed and breathing raggedly, as they realized that time and distance had done nothing but increase their desire for one another. She looked at him as she frowned and asked in passionate confusion, "What do you want from me? I've told you over and over that no other man will ever be able to make me feel the way that you do. One minute you're pushing me to find someone else to love me, and the next minute you're jealously reminding me that I'll never find anyone to love me the way that you do!" She had knelt to gather up the papers and put them back in the folder and pick up her purse. Then she stood and continued angrily, "And for your information, he didn't seem the least put off by my aggressiveness! In fact, I could tell that he enjoyed kissing me as much as you did!" as she arched one her eyebrows, glanced down at his crotch and then back at his face for emphasis, and she saw the anger flare in his eyes again. Then she finished, "If this guy doesn't ask me out, it will be all your fault for acting like a jealous old boyfriend!" She snorted a laugh as the irony of the situation struck her. He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily as he ran his hand over his forehead and said, frustratedly, "You're right; I'm jealous. But I also want you to find happiness and I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt again. Just promise me that you'll choose a man carefully—based on his basic decency and not by just how good he is at fucking! Do you understand me?" he finished sternly. She began quietly, then her voice rose in pitch until she was about to cry. "Yes, sir, Mr. Wayne. Do you have any further lectures on how I should get on with my life? Or how about some advice on how to spot a nice, decent man who also happens to enjoy sex and is very good at it. Someone like you, for instance. How do I find someone else like you?!!!" She stood there staring at him with tears in her eyes and she could see the pain in his because he still loved her and cared about her and wanted to try to help her, but he was just making it harder for her. She started again, quietly, "Look, I know you're only trying to help me, but you're making this harder for me. The more I see you, the harder it is for me to even look at another man, let alone want to meet them. I'll be all right...eventually. I'm not wallowing in pain, I'm keeping busy. I've got studio recording jobs coming up and I've even been asked to sing off and on at a nightclub owned by one of my boss' friends after he raved to his friend about how good he thinks I am. I know how you feel about me, and it makes me love you more to know how much you care about my future happiness, but the best way you can help me now is to back away. I need more time—I'm younger than you, so I have more time. I don't have to be in a rush to try to find happiness, but if you've already found the someone else who can make you happy, then go be with her and stop worrying about me. Get on with your life and let me get on with mine...please!" He just looked at her with such sad longing and nodded his head that he understood. She threw herself at him and hugged him tightly for a few seconds as he hugged her back, then she pushed herself out of his embrace and looked at him and smiled sadly as she started to walk backward away from him and said, "Just be happy—and maybe try to dream about me once in a while..." She turned and started to run back out of the building as a soft sob escaped her and the tears started to flow, and she didn't stop running until she got back to her office. She didn't see the tears that came into his eyes or hear his reply: "Every night, little girl. I dream about you every night." He stayed where he was for a minute, lighting a cigarette and dragging on it until he felt calmer, and then slowly made his way out of the empty set building and started heading toward his next meeting. Diana ran into Steve Elliott a few days later in the commissary again, and he sheepishly tried to avoid her, but she had come up with an explanation to give him so he and his friends wouldn't spread the story that John Wayne was her old boyfriend. She told him that she had made up the story about the old boyfriend hounding her because she had wanted to meet him and wanted to make a lasting impression on him. She said Mr. Wayne was just a good friend of her family and that when he'd seen her allow Steve to make such a bold move on her, that he'd dragged her outside to give her a fatherly lecture on how that was not the way a young woman should act. She told Steve that she apologized if she gave him the wrong impression and that she'd realized Mr. Wayne was right, that she shouldn't have led him on that way. Steve told her that he understood and asked her if she would still consider going out with him, and she told him she was still thinking about it and to give her a month or so because she had just broken up with someone and she wasn't quite ready to get back into dating again just yet—so he agreed. He waited a month then asked her out and she agreed, reluctantly, and then knew she'd made a mistake the minute their first date ended and he pounced on her like she was going to let him fuck her after just one date! She smacked him and yelled, "I guess I did give you the wrong impression! Don't bother to ask me out again!" as she slammed her door in his face. She went and threw herself down on her couch on her stomach and started sobbing as she hated to admit that the big man was right—she would have to start watching the way she conducted herself with men if she wanted to try and find a man who would treat her well. The only problem was, she couldn't figure out which parts of her personality to present to men to attract the type of man she wanted and needed...especially while she was still feeling so much pain and regret over having to give up the one man who knew her and loved her so well. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 30 Part 4—He's moving on but keeping tabs on her... After their last encounter at the studio, John Wayne kept tabs on Diana Maitland from a distance through her boss, and occasionally through Ward. About once a month, Wayne would have a nice bottle of wine delivered to her at her office, hoping she would think her boss was sending them to her, until Ward told him after one of his visits that she asked Ward to tell him she was enjoying the wine and to thank him. He should've known she would figure it out—he always seemed to forget just how smart she is. He forgot that again when he had her boss' friend sneak him into the nightclub one night a couple months later so he could see her from a distance and listen to her sing. It had to be fate that he chose that particular night, because she was wearing the black halter dress he'd bought for her and she looked almost exactly as she did the night she wore it for him—her hair, her make-up... except this time she had on a few pieces of sparkling jewelry. His knees nearly buckled again when he saw her and he sat down heavily on the seat at the table in the darkened corner that the nightclub owner led him to. He pulled out his cigarettes and just slowly sipped on tequila and smoked as he watched her perform. She had just started her first set when he arrived, and he watched and listened as she sang all different types of music; old standards, soft contemporary numbers, songs from musicals and even a sultry jazz tune. Her voice had more of a range than he first thought, because part of the tune was in a lower register, and when she sang it, she sounded as sexy as she looked; she had really started to come out of the shell she'd been keeping herself in since she had been with him. He heard a couple young men at a table in front of him talking about her. One of the men growled, and then said quietly, "Goddamn, she's a hot little thing! And I've got something that's burnin' yearnin' to be inside of you, gorgeous!" The other man snickered quietly and said, "No kiddin'! And look at her face and the way she moves! I'll bet that's what she looks like when she's on top of a man...damn I'd like to get me some of that!" Wayne took a deep drag on his cigarette, then exhaled slowly and leaned toward the young men, just close enough so they could see who he was and said in a quiet, menacing voice, "You fellows are talking about someone very special to me, and if you utter one more goddamn comment like that about her, then I'm going to smash your teeth down your throat and have you thrown out of here. You got that?" The young men's eyes widened when they saw him, and all they did was stare at him while he issued his warning, then they both mumbled, "Yes, sir, Mr. Wayne." Then one of them continued, "We're real sorry, but we couldn't help it. See, we're on leave right now and we haven't been around many women for a while and she's just the most gorgeous thing we've seen since we got into town this morning!" Wayne asked, "You men are on leave? From where?" The same one replied, "San Diego, sir. Our ship just docked yesterday from a 3-month cruise. And well, we've seen San Diego before, so we'd thought we'd come up to L.A. for a few days and catch some different sights." Wayne commented, "Navy men, eh? Well, I guess I can forgive you for ardently admiring a beautiful woman after being away from them for a while. But you two need to remember that all women are somebody's wife, mother, daughter, sister or niece, and how would you feel if you heard some man say something like what you said about your own sister?" "Gee, Mr. Wayne. We never thought about it that way before. I guess we were being very disrespectful of her...and you. We'll try to keep that in mind from now on. Thank you, sir, for the advice, and your understanding." Wayne said quietly, "Sure thing, son. Now, if you men will keep quiet about me being here, I'll pick up your bar tab—is that a deal?" "You bet! We won't say a word! Thanks a lot!" they both said as they laughed quietly at their good fortune. In between sets, the owner of the club came to Wayne's table to check on him and Wayne told the owner he was paying for the two young Navy men's drinks and asked the owner if the musicians and singer ever took special requests. The owner said that they'd had occasional special requests if it was a song that the band and the singer knew, so he asked the owner to see if the musicians knew a special song that he wanted to hear her sing. The owner came back a few minutes later and said that the musicians did know the song and they would notify Diana that it had been requested when she came back out for her next set. When she came out, he saw the piano player telling her about the request, and as soon as she heard which song it was, she immediately started scanning the darkened club like she was looking for someone. He knew she suspected it was he, but if she couldn't see him, then maybe she'd go ahead and sing it. He saw her look at the piano player and nod her head in agreement. So the piano started with the opening notes of "Unforgettable" and the band joined in when Diana started singing. He watched her face as she sang, and he could tell she was remembering singing it to him as she let every ounce of her emotions show on her face. She also took turns looking toward and gesturing at different areas of the room, like she wasn't sure if he was there, but she was going to cover the room just in case. During the instrumental break in the song, she continued to look around the darkened hall like she somehow might be able to spot him. Was it fate or did she somehow know he was there—because she sang the entire last three lines of the song looking and gesturing directly toward where he was sitting in the dark with such a look of love and longing on her face, her eyes welling with tears and a slight catch in her voice on the last word. As the last notes died and the music ended, she dropped her head and backed away from the microphone to wipe away a few tears that she couldn't stop. There was a moment of stunned silence when music died, and then the room erupted into thunderous applause, whistles and shouts of "bravo!" Diana lifted up her head as tears still shimmered in her eyes and she smiled sadly as she took a couple bows, then she went back to the microphone and said a couple "thank you's," and when the room quieted, she said, "That was for...the man of my dreams," as she glanced toward where he was again. She never saw him, but somehow she knew he was there. Who else would've requested that song? She picked the darkest area of the room figuring that would be where he'd hide himself and sang the last lines like she could see his face looking at her when she sang it to him before. She continued with the rest of her sets, still occasionally glancing toward that darkest corner whenever she would sing a love song. She wasn't sure if he was still there or not, but she thought she caught glimpses of a dark figure that never moved but was steadily smoking cigarettes—like he would be—and she was going to let him know how she still felt if it was he. When "Unforgettable" ended, Wayne had stood up with everyone else around him and clapped as loud as he could while tears swam in his eyes; when it quieted again and she said it was "for the man of her dreams" as she looked directly toward him, he realized she knew he was there. The young Navy men looked at him and one of them said quietly, "She obviously sang that to you, Mr. Wayne. We can see why she's so special to you. Is she going to be your next wife?" He glanced at the young men, and said quietly, "I wanted her to be, but she said no." The young men looked flabbergasted and one of them said, "But she looked right at you and it was all over her face that she loves you...why would she turn YOU down? Is she crazy?" Wayne said quietly as he stared at her, "I guess it just goes to prove that, as in movies, even in real life there's not always a happy ending to some great love stories...the leading man doesn't always get the girl. But what she and I have is special...we'll always love each other...and she is...unforgettable." He continued to watch her through her second set, noticing that every time she sang a love song, she would be looking mostly in his direction...had someone told her he was there? When the owner came to check on him again, Wayne asked the man if he had told Diana that he was there, and the owner assured him that he had not. Wayne knew then that it was their magical connection that had tipped her off as soon as she had been told that "Unforgettable" had been requested. He couldn't stick around until the end because he knew it would probably be harder for her if she actually saw him, so he left before the end of her last set, but not before he asked the Navy men to do him a favor. They readily agreed, asking for his autograph and thanking him again for buying their drinks, so he made them memorize a brief message to deliver to Diana at the end of the night, and made them promise that if they told any of this story to their friends or family that they leave Diana's name out of it. He stood to leave and then stared at her for several long moments because she looked his way as she was ending another song, and he froze, his heart breaking again at the expression on her face and the words she was singing to him... I'll find you in the morning sun, and when the night is new, I'll be looking at the moon, but I'll be seeing you. It took every ounce of his strength to make himself walk out of that nightclub. He had to leave without getting anywhere near her because he knew he probably wouldn't be able to control himself. He was starting to feel deeply for Pilar again, and he couldn't do anything else to risk hurting her; he already felt conflicted enough because he'd fallen in love with two women at the same time. But now that the choice had been made as to which one he was going to marry, he wasn't about to risk throwing that away because he loved and wanted Diana as well. He drove back to the hotel, telling himself the whole way that he'd done the right thing. He reminded himself of what she had told him. She'd be OK...eventually, she'd said. She just needed more time...she's loved him all her life...and now she knew he loved her, but they couldn't be together...of course she'd need time to get over that. And she's younger than he... she has more time...she'll find happiness with someone worthy of her...when she's ready. He just hoped he would never have to see her with that someone... She'd seen a tall, dark figure stand in that same corner she'd been singing to, and they didn't move when she looked that way as she sang the last lines of the song, but when the song ended, she saw the figure turn and leave through a nearby dark exit hallway. She knew it was him and that he purposely didn't stay because he knew it would be hard on her to actually see his face instead of just in her dreams. Her heart felt heavy for a few minutes, but luckily her last few songs were upbeat melodies so they helped to take her mind off of him for the most part. After the end of the show, she had gone back to the dressing room to change into her street clothes, and when she came out, the owner of the nightclub told her that two young Navy men had requested to meet her. She started to tell the owner that she wasn't up to it, but he told her that the young men said they had an important message for her, so she went out to meet them. The young men were very polite and told her how much they enjoyed her singing and how gorgeous they thought she was, so she thanked them and then reminded them that they'd said they had an important message for her and asked them whom the message was from. The two young men looked at each other and then one of them said, "It's from the man of your dreams." She narrowed her eyes slightly, as she didn't know whether to believe them or not because they could be making this up just to get to meet her. Then the young man continued, "He told us to tell you that your performance tonight made you unforgettable to everyone here, and he said to tell you that he told you so." She stood there frowning slightly, still trying to figure out if they were actually relaying a message from the big man or not and what that last part meant. Then the other young man spoke up and said, "He said if you didn't seem to believe that message, that I was to tell you he said 'Varlabenga, little girl'...whatever that means!" She immediately burst out crying and hugged the young man that had spoken that last message, and cried on his shoulder for a couple minutes, while he patted her back awkwardly and tried to comfort her. When she stopped crying and looked at the young men, they glanced at each other and then one of them said, "Boy, if John Wayne couldn't get you to marry him, I guess we'd have no chance at all!" She smiled softly as she used a napkin one of them handed her to wipe her tears away, then she said, "Oh, don't sell yourselves short, boys. You'd have just as much of a chance if it was meant to be! People fall in love for all kinds of reasons; the trick is to know when it's the right kind of love for you on which to build a life together. What he and I have is special and we'll always love each other...but it wasn't the right kind of love on which we could've built a marriage, and we both know that," she ended softly as she stared off into space. Then she looked at the young men and asked them for a favor; "If you tell any of your friends about meeting John Wayne and learning about him and me, I would appreciate it if you don't tell anyone who I am, don't tell them my name or the name of this club. I really don't want anyone else to know about our relationship; it would be best for everyone, especially me, if this did not become public knowledge...will you promise me that?" They told her they had already promised the same thing to Mr. Wayne and that they would keep it secret. Then she got curious as to how they had met him at all when he should've tried to stay hidden from everyone, so she asked them how that happened. Both young men looked uncomfortable as they glanced at each other, then one of them started, "Well...we were watching you sing one of those really hot, jazzy numbers and you looked so... good, that my friend and I sort of made a couple of...inappropriate remarks about you, and Mr. Wayne heard us and threatened us with bodily injury if we said anything else like that about you! She smiled and shook her head; she should've known—he would do anything to defend her honor! Then she asked them, "But you're apparently friends with him now...how did that happen?" "Well, my friend and I apologized profusely and explained to him that we were on leave and just couldn't help ourselves because you were so gorgeous! And Mr. Wayne accepted our apology and gave us some good advice and bought all our drinks for the rest of the night if we promised not to let on that he was here! And then when he requested that song and you sang it mostly to him and dedicated it to the man of your dreams, we figured that you already knew he was here, and we could tell that you loved him as much as he loved you, so we asked him if you were going to be his next wife. You could've knocked us over with a feather when he said he'd wanted you to be but you said no! And, you know, it's funny, but he said almost the exact same thing about you guy's relationship that you said...that what you two have is special and that you'd always love each other. My friend and I just think it's so sad that two people who love each other as much as you and Mr. Wayne obviously do, feel that you don't belong together...but we hope you both find happiness some day." She thanked them for their kindness and they politely escorted her out of the nightclub and hailed a taxi for her to take her home. She cried quietly in the back seat all the way home as she thought about everything that had happened that night. She knew it was going to take a long time for her to find any peace and happiness without the big man. John Wayne made no further effort after that night to see or be near Diana again. A few months later in November, he married Pilar in Hawaii, as she had accompanied him there while he was shooting some location scenes for one of the movies he was currently involved with. He got a call from his attorney telling him that his divorce from Chata was final, and he just felt the need to keep moving on, so he made all the arrangements and he and Pilar were married on the beach at sunset. Diana had known all along that he was going to marry Pilar, but when she heard that it had actually happened, she went into a tailspin for several months. She went home to Virginia during the Christmas and New Year holidays, and retreated from the world again when she returned to L.A.—until Ward Bond unexpectedly showed up at her office one day in March 1955. Ward was asking her where she'd been and why she hadn't been at the nightclub recently. Diana looked at him with vacant eyes and said, "I'm sorry, but I haven't felt much like singing lately." Ward reminded her that it had been her choice not to marry Duke and that she had only herself to blame. Then she frowned at Ward and asked him, "What the hell are you doing here any way?" Ward replied, "Well, for a couple reasons. First, because I wanted to tell you that I'm married now, too, and to sort of thank you—it happened because of you." When Diana looked curious, he continued, "I took her to the nightclub when I was there to check up on you one time, and when she asked me why I so interested in you, I had to tell her that I was checking up on you for a friend; she thought that was so nice that she finally agreed to marry me." Diana smiled softly at him and told him how happy she was for him, and then asked what was the other reason he had come to see her. Ward said quietly, "Because Duke has been worried about you. He knows you retreated into your shell again after you heard he'd married Pilar and, although he expected it to upset you a bit, he's feeling guilty that it has affected you this badly. He knows you haven't been seeing anyone, he knows you went on only about 3 dates last year and none since you heard he'd married. He knows you well enough to know that you're hurting and probably letting your old painful memories of rejection creep in, and he wanted me to remind you that you rejected him; and to tell you that it was high time you stopped feeling sorry for yourself and get back out into the world again. He didn't hurt you—you hurt him and now you're still hurting him, and you're hurting yourself! STOP IT!" Ward barked loudly as he grasped her arms and shook her gently. Then he added softly but insistently, "Whatever happened to that sexy, feisty little spitfire that almost made me fall in love with her, too? I miss that Diana...please bring her back!" Diana smiled sadly as she looked at him; he wasn't telling her anything she hadn't been telling herself for weeks, but she just hadn't had the heart or the strength to stop feeling sorry for herself. And now she knew that the big man was still keeping tabs on her—almost a year after they met, fell in love, spent the most unforgettable romantic and erotic weekend together, only to realize that they weren't meant to share their lives together. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as she looked Ward in the eyes and said, "OK. Tell...Captain Hard Ass that the message has been received loud and clear, and that the...what did you say...sexy, feisty little spitfire Diana...is about to make a comeback!" Ward barked a loud laugh and exclaimed, "That's my girl!" as he picked her up and spun her around once and set her down again. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 30 Then she looked at Ward seriously and said, "And I have another message for him, too. You tell him that if he wants me to stay his biggest fan, then he'd better have found some more interesting roles to try...even if he ends up making an ass of himself! I know he has it in him to give more depth to his acting...tell him I believe in him." Ward hugged her and said he'd give Duke her message and let him know she was going to be OK. After Ward left her office, she vowed to herself that the old Diana would be back...but with improvements. Since the big man and Ward had enjoyed her sexy, feisty demeanor, then she decided that was what she was going to present to the world and see what happened. She went back to performing at the nightclub a couple weekends every month, going out with her girlfriends when she didn't have a date and participating in their poker nights, and being friendly, feisty and coyly sexy with any men who paid attention to her. She went on several dates every month, but she hadn't met or found any man that she wanted to be more than just friends with. During the next year, she acquired many male friends who loved her and were willing to overlook the fact that she wasn't attracted to them just because she was so much fun to be with. She met a couple men who attracted her enough that she gave in to her body's cravings for sex with them, but other than physically stirring her, they did not interest her intellectually nor did they stir her heart or soul in any way. She just knew there had to be another man out there...somewhere...that could stir her in some way... Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 31 Author's Note: This chapter contains descriptions of the plot, characters and scenes and a personal review of the 1956 John Wayne movie "The Searchers." If you have not seen this movie and do not want the story revealed to you, then don't read this chapter until after you've seen the movie...it's a great one! * Part 5—Their final good bye? ...almost 2 years after they met Diana Maitland had gained a little notoriety of her own over the past year because of the nightclub—she had quite a following, and had offers from several other clubs around town to perform for them. A couple of them were from clubs that only catered to the biggest stars, but she turned all the other offers down because she felt loyal to her boss' friend for giving her this break, and he, in turn, rewarded her with very generous pay. She was not interested in concentrating on a career that would put her in the spotlight; the little bit of attention she was getting now was plenty to make her feel appreciated. She'd tried to start keeping tabs on John Wayne by finding out what movie projects he was involved with and she heard that he'd been finding some different roles. She knew that Ward had delivered her message and she said a prayer that he'd find something that would show what he was really capable of. At the beginning of March 1956, she received an invitation to a premiere of one of his new movies with a personal message from him: My dearest Diana, I have struggled over the last couple years to do what you suggested; to find roles that would make me work harder as an actor than I've ever had to. I've made an ass of myself with one of them—I hope I'll survive the ridicule—but this one I want you to see. I secretly dedicated my performance in this role to you and as a tribute to another good friend of mine who is long gone, and I want you to let me know what you think after you see it. Please come to the premiere and give me your honest opinion. I believe in you... Love always, Capt. Hard Ass She had to chuckle at how he signed the note. She noticed as she read his note that she didn't feel a stabbing pain as she thought about him—it was more like a dull, bittersweet ache in the pit of her stomach. She missed him and still dreamed about him almost every night, but instead of making her feel sad as she did in the months after he married, now it made her feel warm and she cherished the knowledge that someone she so admired and loved felt the same about her. She told her boss that Wayne had sent her an invitation to the premiere and asked him if she could accompany him since she knew he was already going. Her boss told her that would be fine with him because his wife had other plans for that evening so she wouldn't be with him, and he jokingly told Diana that he'd rather show up with a beautiful young woman on his arm than an old battle axe like his wife. Diana knew he loved his wife but she kept a tight rein on him, and she looked at her boss and said, "Ooooh, you better hope I don't tell her you said that!" and then they both laughed. When Diana and her boss arrived the evening of the premiere, she was surprised when several reporters knew her by name and were snapping pictures of her as she exited her boss' car and walked up the carpet to the theatre. They were asking her questions about whether she had any plans to perform at any other clubs and if she'd been offered any recording deals. She just smiled and said she had no plans for anything at the moment. John Wayne had been watching from just inside the main entrance to the theatre when Diana and her boss arrived. He saw the reporters taking her picture like she was another big star and they knew her name and were asking her questions about her singing career. He noticed she looked a little surprised but remained poised as she headed toward the theatre. He saw she was dressed conservatively in a simple black gown that had a V-cut to the front and back, long, straight sleeves and an empire waist that fitted just below her breasts and angled around to her back at her waist. It showed just a hint of her cleavage and was very flattering to her figure. Her hair was a little longer now than he remembered and she seemed even more beautiful than when he last saw her in person. He didn't immediately approach her when she came in, as he knew that would attract attention; so he mingled around the theatre lobby, occasionally checking in with his children who had come to the premiere. Pilar had been unable to come because she was only a few weeks away from giving birth to their first child and she was feeling uncomfortable, so she stayed home to rest. He had tried to persuade her to come, thinking that having her there and having to be attentive to her would keep his mind off the fact that Diana was there, and negate any sort of temptation for him to try to be alone with Diana. He loved Pilar deeply, but he still loved Diana as well, and not only that, he still craved her. He still dreamed of making love to her almost every night and he feared that some night he might say something in his sleep that Pilar would hear and he didn't want to hurt her...she was such a gentle soul and she deserved his complete devotion. He knew no matter how badly he wanted Diana, he could never hurt Pilar that way, and he knew Diana would never let him do that, either. He finally worked up the courage to approach her. Diana was standing with a group of different studio executives and their wives, chatting, when she heard his voice from behind her as he walked up to the group and said, "Good evening, ladies and...the rest of you greedy vermin!" This prompted a laugh from the group, and she chuckled herself and turned to look up at him as he walked up beside her. His eyes held a hint of embers as he looked down at her and rumbled deeply, "It's very nice to see you again, Miss Maitland. I'm glad that you've finally come to one of my premieres...I had been told after we met a couple years ago that you were one of my biggest fans, but I don't recall seeing you at any of the premieres before." "Well, Mr. Wayne," she purred, "I thought since your last movie was so...how shall I put this delicately...let's just say 'different' than what we're used to seeing from you, that I figured this one was bound to be an improvement, so I had to come in hopes that you would redeem yourself." She saw slight anger and embarrassment come into his eyes, and everyone in the group around them snickered softly as she made that barbed remark about the release of his previous movie, "The Conqueror," which was the one she knew he had referenced when he told her he'd made an ass of himself. He took a deep breath and coughed slightly, then said sarcastically, "Well, Miss Maitland, I appreciate you putting your opinion of that piece of garbage so delicately, and since you think this one's bound to be an improvement, then I'd be honored if you'd sit next to me while you watch it so I can see your opinion first-hand, and you can let me know if I've redeemed myself." She raised her eyebrows and looked around the group to see the other people's reactions to his invitation for her to sit next to him, and they all looked curiously amused—except for her boss, who was frowning slightly. She figured it was because she had dared to insult John Wayne—however delicately she had put it—and they all wanted to see if she would dare to accept his invitation. "All right, Mr. Wayne. I'll sit next to you to watch, but I have to warn you; it had better be good because I'm not very good at hiding my feelings about most things and I wouldn't want to offend you if it's bad!" This prompted another round of soft laughter from the group. He scowled at her, but offered her his arm and gestured toward the doors into the theatre. As he escorted her toward the theatre, she noticed that he seemed to have aged a little more than she would have expected in less than 2 years; he also seemed to have gained a few pounds—she figured Pilar must be a good cook, despite her young age. She still remembered the feeling of shock she got when she learned that he had lied to her about Pilar's age. She commented cattily as she felt slight stirrings of jealousy, "I notice your VERY lovely, VERY YOUNG, and very PREGNANT wife is not here this evening...what a shame...I would so like to have met her. I hope she's well." He glanced down at her with a warning look in his eyes, as if to say the subject of his wife was off limits for discussion, but he noticed she emphasized certain words, especially "very young" in reference to his wife...he'd lied to her when he'd told her Pilar was about her age. Pilar was 10 years younger than Diana and younger than one of his daughters, but what she lacked in years, she more than made up for in maturity. He realized she now knew that he'd lied to her and wondered if she was going to ask him to explain why. He looked at her sheepishly and shook his head as he said, "Yeah, I know. I lied to you about her age...I didn't want you to think me foolish because I had tried to back away from you by claiming YOU were too young for me. I was scared at how much I wanted you and it was the only excuse I could come up with at that moment. Now, please just let it drop, OK?" She looked at him sarcastically as she shook her head. Then she saw him wave to his son Patrick, who she knew also had a small part in this movie, and she looked up at him and said smugly, "Your son is a very nice looking young man—even more handsome than you. He must take after his mother." He looked down at her with a frown and said, "You're certainly digging your spurs into me this evening—is there something else wrong?" She smiled sarcastically as she said, "Other than the fact that I can't find another man to measure up to you to love—no, there's nothing wrong." Then he dug into her; "Well, it sure hasn't been for lack of looking on your part—just how many men have you gone through over the last year...about 20 or so? And you're telling me there's not one man among them that would be worthy of you? Maybe you've set your standards a little too high, little girl. You shouldn't be comparing other men to me. I'm not perfect, you know." He was stopped just before they got to the door to go into the theatre by some well wishers and she stood back as he greeted them and thanked them for coming, and they got stuck there and had to wait as he continued to acknowledge well wishes as a stream of people were entering the theatre doors. She was glad for the break because she had no idea how she was going to respond to what he said about her not comparing every man she met to him. Until he'd said that, she hadn't realized that that was what she'd been doing all along...she'd never find another man like him...he was one of a kind. And she knew he wasn't perfect...but he stirred her heart and soul—and that was what she needed, even if only slightly—from any man. Then she frowned and laughed quietly as she realized he'd still been keeping tabs on her somehow...he knew how many men she'd seen in the last year! When they finally made their way into the theatre, she was embarrassed because everyone was clapping for him and probably wondering why he was walking in with a woman who was obviously not his wife—except for the group they had been talking to before they came in. He moved to one of the rows that had been reserved for the cast and crew and showed her to the seat next to Ward and then sat beside her on the end. Ward introduced her to his wife sitting on the other side of him, and she could tell from the look on her face that Ward had told his wife about her and Wayne. Ward's wife, Mary Lou, smiled at her sympathetically as she said it was very nice to finally meet her. Diana looked at Ward and said quietly, "I ought to punch you again—you promised you wouldn't tell!" Ward jokingly put his hand on his upper arm as if to shield her from punching him, and whispered, "I didn't mean to—I told her that I was checking up on you for 'a friend,' and after we were married, she figured out who that friend was because Capt. Hard Ass kept bugging me to keep checking up on you! So, if anyone deserves to be punched, it's him!" Several people around them turned to look as all four of them—Wayne, Diana, Ward and his wife, all started laughing softly. They all calmed themselves down as the lights were dimming and movie was about to start. The premiere that night was for "The Searchers." She'd heard what the basic premise of the movie was, and so she dedicated herself to watching every subtlety of his performance rather than just the movie as a whole. Since Ward was also in the movie, she paid attention to his performance as well. She noticed many things about Wayne's character right from the start that she didn't think other people caught on to at first. Right away, in the opening scenes, she noticed the way his character, Ethan Edwards, and his brother Aaron's wife Martha related to one another, and she leaned toward him and whispered, "What's with Ethan and Martha?" He looked down at her with his eyebrows raised and whispered back, "You noticed! That's me and you," he stated with longing in his eyes. She blinked her eyes a few times and smiled softly and looked back at the screen. When she saw the scene where Ward's character, the Rev. Captain Samuel Johnston Clayton of the Texas Rangers, arrived to deputize some men, including Ethan, to go after cattle rustlers, she watched with interest as the Rev. Clayton stood sipping some coffee and saw Martha lovingly pulling Ethan's uniform coat and hat out of a chest to bring to him. And then Rev. Clayton tried not to pay attention as Ethan gently kissed her good bye on her forehead. She glanced over at Ward and they both grinned knowingly, then she looked at Wayne and they smiled softly at each other. She picked up on hints early on that Ethan was a very dark, twisted man with an intense hatred for Indians and possibly also a wanted man, since he had disappeared for 3 years after the end of the Civil War before returning to his brother's ranch with a lot of newly-minted gold coins. Ward's character even had a line that said something about Ethan resembling descriptions of some wanted criminals. At this point in the movie, it seemed Ethan's only redeeming quality was his secret love for Martha and his affection for his nephew Ben and nieces Lucy and, especially, Debbie...might she have been his daughter rather than his niece? She asked Wayne this, and he frowned and looked at her and said as far as he knew, she was just his niece, but then he raised his eyebrows as he thought about that. She had trouble with the relationship between Ethan and the young Martin Pawley. According to the story, Ethan had rescued Martin as a baby after his parents had been killed in an Indian massacre and brought Martin to be raised by his brother and Martha. Now that Martin had grown up, his features reflected the fact that he was part Indian himself and Ethan treated him with disdain because of that. She tried to bear in mind the fact that it was obvious Ethan hated Indians and it made her wonder where that intense hatred came from, especially when she realized a little later that he seemed to know quite a bit about Comanches and how they live. When the men took off to go find the stolen cattle, Ethan made his brother stay home, and there was a shot of Ethan as he rode away in which Martha and Debbie were shown watching him lovingly—she nudged his arm and whispered, "See?" Then it was discovered that it wasn't cattle rustlers they were after, but instead a trap set by a band of Comanches to lure most of the men away from their homes so the Indians could attack—as Ethan had suspected. When most of the men headed back to the Jorgensen ranch, whose cattle had been stolen since it was the closest, she noticed that Ethan had a very scared look on his face as he tended to his horse before trying to head back to his brother's ranch. Young Martin took off back to the Edwards' ranch right away despite Ethan's warning that the horses needed rest and grain. It ended up being Ethan's brother's ranch that the Indians attacked, and in an attempt to save the youngest girl, Debbie, they sent her out to hide in the family cemetery plot. The little girl was shown crouching on her grandmother's grave—Ethan's mother—when the Comanche chief Scar finds her; they killed Ethan's brother Aaron and nephew Ben, and Martha—the woman he loved—and took his nieces...or daughters...she kept wondering about that. Now Ethan had even more cause to hate Indians. When Ethan got to the ranch to find it burning, the only person he called for was Martha; he picked up a piece of clothing that looked like a blue dress that Martha had been wearing, and then looked inside the building he found it in front of. His body was in silhouette, and she couldn't see his face at all—only his body language could portray what he saw and felt; it was obvious to her that he'd found Martha. As soon as his brother, his nephew and Martha were buried, Ethan took off to chase down the Comanche tribe that had killed them and taken Lucy and Debbie; he even walked away before the burial service was over, barking painfully at Rev. Clayton to "put an Amen to it!" Through most of the rest of the movie, Wayne portrayed Ethan with increasing anger and pain, with an occasional spurt of a twisted sense of humor—like his interactions with a crazy, old character named Mose Harper, his amusement over Martin's accidental acquisition of an Indian wife and some of the insulting, but humorous remarks he made to different characters. But he showed some real sparks of genius in his acting in some of the more painful scenes, like when he left Martin and Lucy's boyfriend Brad Jorgensen to chase a group of Indians whose trail had split up, and he followed the trail of a group of them into a narrow canyon. When he met up with Martin and Brad again, he rode up on his horse, dismounted quickly and stumbled slightly as if in shock and sat down heavily, then took out his knife and was digging it into the dirt. He looked slightly dazed and when he saw Brad and Martin looking at him, he made a remark about the trail leading off somewhere, and he continued to look distracted as they asked him more questions; then Martin asked him if he'd lost his Johnny Reb coat, and Ethan said he must've but he wasn't going back for it. Diana glanced at Wayne and leaned over to whisper, "Something bad happened in that canyon, didn't it?" He glanced at her with his eyebrows raised, then frowned and whispered back, "You'll see." He was amazed at how she was picking up on everything he did. It was revealed in the next scene that Ethan had found Lucy's body when they'd split up and that he had wrapped her in his coat and buried her. When Brad asked for details about what had happened to her, Ethan's agonizing reply and the look of torture on his face brought tears to her eyes, and she couldn't stop herself from grabbing Wayne's hand tightly and looking at him. He looked at her, frowning slightly, and smiled sadly like he appreciated her acknowledgment of his ability to move her. She held onto his hand through the rest of the movie. And then Ethan turned around and did something that shocked her; Brad got so upset at hearing Lucy was dead that he grabbed his gun and got on his horse to ride down into the Indian camp he had discovered to try and kill the Indians by himself. Martin tried to stop Brad and then go with him, but Ethan tripped Martin to stop him from getting to Brad, letting Brad head down into the camp by himself and to certain death. She gasped lightly, and glanced at Wayne trying to figure out if Ethan did that out of meanness or mercy; meanness if he thought Brad was just being stupid—mercy if he felt sorry for Brad because he thought Brad loved Lucy so much that Brad didn't care if he died. She leaned toward Wayne and asked him about that and he said he didn't know because he'd never thought about that. Encounters with John Wayne Ch. 31 After that, she became so engrossed in his characterization of Ethan that she started to think of Ethan as a real person—Wayne played him so convincingly that she continued to alternately cry at his displays of pain and tortured anger, gasp at his outright displays of cruelty and laugh at his twisted sense of humor. This was one of the first movies she'd ever seen his character deliberately shoot men in the back, and he even made Ethan look smug about doing it. When they finally found the teenaged Debbie as one of Scars squaws 5 years after she was taken, and Debbie came to them to tell them to leave because the Comanche were now her people, Ethan would have killed her on the spot if Martin hadn't stopped him. Scar and some of the Comanches had followed Debbie and then attacked Ethan and Martin; Ethan was struck by a poisoned arrow and he and Martin narrowly escaped the attack. She had believed, as Martin had in the movie, that Ethan planned to kill Debbie all along if he ever found her. She had started to think what a tortured soul Ethan must have had to search that many years for his niece, who might possibly have been his daughter, only to feel he had to kill her when he found her. She was relieved to start seeing some signs that Ethan was more human than evil—like when he let go of his disdain for Martin by writing a will and making Martin his sole heir when he thought he might die from the poisoned arrow wound. He was shirtless in that scene, but had a sling covering most of his chest and abdomen, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning softly and breathing a little harder at seeing his broad shoulders and strong arms again. She also noticed that the way he was sitting made the crotch of his pants bulge slightly over his cock, and she had to stop herself from groaning aloud as she instantly pictured him naked. Her hand holding Wayne's started to shake slightly and he glanced over at her and saw her staring at him on the screen with desire smoldering in her eyes and he realized that she still wanted him as badly as he wanted her. The next scene had a few more humorous moments when Ethan and Martin arrived at the Jorgensen's ranch again just as Laurie Jorgensen, the girl that Martin was in love with, was about to marry a slow-witted character named Charlie McCorrie. Naturally, Martin and Charlie ended up in a fight over Laurie, which Laurie vainly tried to get Ethan to stop, and he just looked at her and said totally deadpan, "Why? You started it!" which totally cracked Diana up. She chuckled again when Ethan caught Mrs. Jorgensen watching the fight with interest and he shoved her back into the house and told her to remember she's a lady. The party was broken up when Wayne's son Patrick, as a young cavalry officer, showed up and told them his father's regiment had news that Scar was camped somewhere nearby and that they'd found an escaped captive—it was old Mose and he told them where to find Scar's camp. When she watched the scene where they raided Scar's camp and Martin attempted to rescue Debbie so she wouldn't be killed, she was shocked again when Ethan found Scar's dead body and scalped him. But when he finally chased Debbie down when she ran in fear from him because she saw him with Scar's scalp, and then he picked her up like he was going to throw her down again, but instead, cradled her in his arms and said gently, "Let's go home, Debbie," she started crying softly. She barked a laugh through her tears at the next scene where Ward, alias Rev. Clayton, was being treated for a wound on his ass most likely inflicted by Patrick's cavalry saber after Rev. Clayton had warned him several times to "watch that knife, boy!" By the final scene, when Ethan brought Debbie home to the Jorgensens and Martin was reunited with his true love Laurie, and everyone went into the house leaving Ethan standing on the porch at the door looking utterly alone, and then he turned and walked away dejectedly as the door closed on him, Diana was sobbing softly. She had glanced at Wayne every so often when she would notice he was watching her during certain scenes; she knew every emotion he was evoking from her showed on her face, and she could see that he was deeply touched to know that she had understood and appreciated his portrayal of this character. When the closing credits started, she looked at him and said through her tears, "I told you so!" Wayne lifted her right hand with his left one that she had been holding onto through most of the movie and kissed the backs of her fingers softly, then pulled a handkerchief out of his jacket pocket and handed it to her. While she dabbed at her face to dry her tears as she stopped crying, he asked her quietly, "Did you notice anything else unusual about this movie?" When she frowned questioningly at him, he said softly, "Other than the subtle undertones between Ethan and Martha, I had no love scenes." He saw her eyes go wide as she realized this. Then she smiled softly and said, "I knew there was another reason why this would probably be my most favorite of your movies!" Then she looked serious again and said, "You were superb—I totally believed you were Ethan—I think I know how you were able to portray his pain and anger with such realism. I guess I gave you something to draw on, huh?" He nodded his head solemnly as he looked at her with sad longing again. She had noticed before he turned to walk away at the end of the movie that he'd made a gesture with his left hand grasping his right arm, and that she couldn't see his face well enough to read any emotion on it and she wondered why they left his face so obscured, so she asked him about those things. He replied that the hand gesture was a tribute to a good friend of his who died years back, Harry Carey—because his wife and son were also in the movie. And the reason they didn't show his facial expression at the end is because the director wanted the audience to make up their own minds about whether Ethan was upset or ambivalent about everyone just seemingly turning their backs on him. By this time, the music and credits ended and the lights came up and everyone started clapping, so the cast members, the director and other production people stood up to acknowledge the applause. She stayed seated while Wayne and Ward stood up and looked around and waved at the audience, and she applauded as loudly as she could with everyone else, just staring up at him with deep admiration and love. He looked down at her and smiled softly, both of them realizing that they no longer felt the stinging pain of separation, but their passion and desire still lurked beneath their deep love and silent longing. During the reception afterward, they mostly mingled separately; some of the people that she had been talking to before the movie when he had joined their group, asked her if she had enjoyed the movie and if she thought Mr. Wayne had redeemed himself. She laughingly told them that she did not offend Mr. Wayne, and that she, in fact, thought it was his finest performance ever and that he had most definitely redeemed himself. Several of them remarked that they thought so, too, and that they thought it was an Oscar-caliber performance, and she readily agreed. At one point, Wayne introduced her to the director, John Ford, and told her to tell Ford the things she had noticed while watching the movie, so she started to; then Ford looked at Wayne and said, "You bastard! You told her what to look for, didn't you?" Wayne denied that, saying she'd asked him questions when she would pick up on something and some of them he couldn't answer because he hadn't noticed it himself. Ford asked her what she'd asked Wayne that he didn't know the answer to, so she told Ford she wondered about Debbie being Ethan's daughter instead of his niece, and asked him why Ethan had allowed Brad Jorgensen to go after the Indians by himself knowing he would be killed—was it out of meanness or mercy to Brad? Then she mentioned the fact that Ethan had foreshadowed that event when he'd said, "Long as you live, don't ever ask me more!" And she asked Ford if maybe Ethan let it happen out of mercy for himself? Ford looked at Wayne and said, "Damn, Duke, this girl's smart. How the hell did you meet her? She's way out of your league!" Then he looked at Diana and asked, "Have you ever thought about going into directing or writing, little girl? Those were some top-notch questions—as a matter of fact, I had the idea in mind to see if anyone would pick up on Ethan and Martha's interaction and if it would make them wonder if Ethan had fathered any of Martha's children. And as for Ethan letting Brad Jorgensen get killed, well, I hadn't really thought about whether it might've been out of meanness or mercy for Brad, but Ethan's line was definitely meant as a foreshadow of the event and that maybe he was trying to spare his own pain." Ford and Diana started to get into a deeper discussion of the movie, until someone telling Ford that some studio executives were summoning him interrupted them. Ford wasn't happy about that, and before he left her to go talk to the studio bigwigs, he told Diana that if she was ever interested in getting into directing or writing, to give him a call and he'd have her come work for him any time. After Ford walked away, Wayne looked at Diana and said, "I've never seen anyone impress that man as quickly as you just did. He's right, you know...you're way out of my league. You deserve so much more... Excuse me, but now I'm being summoned." He smiled sadly at her and turned to walk toward his son Patrick, who was gesturing at him. Wayne was a little surprised when he got to Patrick and his son asked him who the pretty lady that he'd been hanging around with was and why she'd sat with him during the movie. Wayne thought quickly and told him she was a studio executive's girlfriend and was a big fan of his, and he was making the executive happy by paying special attention to her since the executive couldn't be here this evening and since Pilar was unable to be here. He had to chuckle slightly when Patrick said, "Oh. Well, I'd be happy to take over for you if you get tired of her...she's real pretty." Wayne told his son that he had excellent taste in women, and it made Patrick happy when he told him that she had said she thought Patrick was a very handsome young man. Toward the end of the reception, Diana headed down the hallway to the ladies' room for a few minutes, and when she came out and was walking back toward the main lobby, passing by a row of curtains hanging in front of a concession area that was covered up for the reception, a hand reached out, grabbed her arm and pulled her through the curtains. She gasped and almost screamed until she realized it was Wayne, as he pulled her against him, hugging her tightly. Then he said quietly, "I'm sorry if I frightened you, little girl. But I couldn't let you go tonight without at least feeling you in my arms once more. I've missed you so, and I wanted to tell you that I still dream about you almost every night." "Me too, big man, me too," she said softly as she sighed heavily, laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his torso, noting that there was, indeed, more of him to wrap her arms around. Then she added with a soft laugh, "Your wife must be a good cook... there's a bit more of you to get my arms around than I remember!" He laughed shortly and admitted that she was. Then she took a deep breath and held it, and her voice cracked as she asked, "Are you happy?" He took a deep breath and exhaled raggedly, and said hoarsely, "Yes, most of the time I am very content—and I know some happier times are coming...because of the baby. Pilar is a wonderful, gentle salve for my wounds—she is a very loving wife and I never want to do anything to hurt her. The only thing that probably would is if she ever finds out that there is another woman I also love who haunts my dreams—I live in fear of that happening almost every night. Ironic, isn't it? I lost you because I feared losing control of my emotions, and now I live in fear of losing someone else because of emotions and dreams I CAN'T control!" Diana had slowly exhaled while he answered her, and she tightened her arms around him as she heard the pain in his voice, and she tried to ease his pain by making a joke, "I have an idea...why don't you start snoring so loudly when you sleep that your wife has no choice but to ask you to go sleep in another room. That way, when you dream, she won't be around to hear it if you say anything!" She was surprised when he laughed softly and jokingly agreed that it was a good idea. Then he got serious again and asked her quietly, "What about you, little girl. Are you happy... even though you haven't been able to find a man that measures up to me to love? You didn't think I was just going to let that conversation drop did you?" He backed away from her slightly so he could see her face in the dim light behind the curtains. She was frowning slightly as she admitted that, until he'd said that, she hadn't realized it was what she'd been doing. But, she told him, she hadn't been comparing them to him in ways that always made the other men pale in comparison to him; she always took their good qualities into account and she knew he wasn't perfect. But, she continued, she just knew there had to be another man out there, somewhere, who could stir her soul in some way like he does—not as much as he does—but at least enough to make her feel some kind of connection...she needs that feeling of connection. She said she'd know it when she found the right man. He looked sad as she told him that, but he nodded that he understood, then he hugged her to him again, and said in his deep, sexy, gravelly voice, "I'll always love you, little girl, and I just want you to be happy. But, God help me, I still you want you so badly, so..." he backed away from her as he finished his statement, "...I have to let you go now, because very improper thoughts and images are invading my mind and my body is following suit." He stared at her and she could see the fire burning in his eyes even in the dim light, and his breathing was a little heavier. The breath caught in her throat; the look on his face was the same look of raw need she'd seen on his face the first moment she realized he wanted her when she ran into him during the studio tour the day they met almost 2 years ago. Her eyes burned back at him as her pussy tingled and flooded with wetness the same way it had done when she'd felt his hard cock press against her that first time, and they knew that they were both starting to recall everything they did and felt that weekend. They knew it was time to go their separate ways for good because their desires for each other would never die and could end up causing them problems in the future. She breathed heavily as she stared back at him, then tears came to her eyes and a lump formed in her throat as she backed toward the curtains and said huskily, "Good bye, big man. You'll always be the man of my dreams...and I'll always be your biggest fan." She turned around, glanced out the curtains to be sure the hallway was empty and stepped out and made her way quickly back to the lobby to find her boss and tell him she was ready to leave whenever he was. Her boss frowned as he glanced at her and saw that her face seemed flushed and she looked upset—he had noticed that both she and Wayne had disappeared for several minutes, and he looked at her as if to ask if anything bad had happened. She frowned sadly and just whispered, "We were just saying good bye...forever." Her boss made his excuses to the group he was chatting with and took her home. ------------------------------------------------- Several weeks later, Diana was at an Irish-style Pub with her girlfriends when she noticed a man at the bar who kept staring at her with the same type of burning look that she used to see in the big man's eyes. He sort of reminded her of the way the big man had looked in "Rio Grande" but about 10 years younger—this man had thick, dark brown hair and a mustache and piercing grayish blue eyes. She started to feel her pussy tingle slightly as she got the feeling he was envisioning things he wanted to do to her, and she was starting to envision things like that as well. Part of her heart stirred as the tingles between her legs started to spread up her spine. When a couple men approached her and her girlfriends to ask if any of them wanted to play darts or something, she shook her head no but nodded at her girlfriends to go ahead, and she stayed seated at their table and kept glancing at the man staring at her. Her drink was empty so she got up and walked to the bar several feet away from him and set her glass down. The bartender asked her if she wanted a refill, so she nodded and he poured her another whiskey, neat, and she saw the man staring at her crook his eyebrow at her choice of drink—it looked eerily similar to the way the big man crooked his. He got up and walked over to her telling the bartender that he was paying for her drink, and she noticed he was a just a few inches shorter than the big man, but he had a sexy, manly physique; wide shoulders, a large chest and a tapered abdomen under his dark suit. He stopped and stared at her for a moment and then asked, "Are you here with any of the men you've been talking to tonight?" She shook her head no. "Do you have a boyfriend, fiancé, husband or lover?" Again she shook her head. Then he said in a deep, sexy voice that made her soul stir from a familiar echo, "Good. Then I won't have to beat the shit out of some man for messing with my future wife. I'm Charles Richards, and you belong to me now, pretty lady." She was taken aback by his boldness at first, so she tried to walk away from him but he grabbed her hand and pulled her back and against him, wrapped her arm behind her back and kissed her, leaning her backwards, just like in the scene from "The Quiet Man" when Sean first kisses Mary Kate when he finds her in his cottage. Her pussy flooded with wetness when she felt his hard cock pressed against her crotch, and she felt herself melting into him...all except for that piece of her heart that had already been claimed years ago by the first man of her dreams. This story continues, entitled "Charles and Diana" in the Loving Wives category, the story of two soul mates united by their mutual admiration of John Wayne. Encounters with John Wayne "You touched my dick a few minutes ago, and I saw your eyes widen, little girl, when you realized how thick it is," he whispered huskily near her ear. She nodded in response and sighed, "Oh, yesss!" He smiled as he could hear in her voice how much that had turned her on. His tone of voice intensified as he continued, "I'm not even touching you but I can feel the heat radiating from your hot, little pussy and that is just making my big, thick dick throb even more from the need to be inside you." He could hear her breathing becoming quicker and harder (like his dick...oh, he prayed this wasn't going to take much longer for her!). He dragged in another deep breath and continued with a groan, "I so badly want to grab you, lift you up and pin you against this wall with your soft legs wrapped around my waist, as I impale your tight, little pussy onto my hot, throbbing cock!" He could feel the tingling at the base of his dick spreading to his balls and he knew he was getting close to orgasm. He heard her whimper and realized she must be close; maybe this would push her over the edge. He deepened his voice in the sexiest way he could imagine, and said, "But maybe before I impale you on my cock, I could taste your sweet pussy with my tongue and make you cum." That did it; she groaned, "Oh, God!" and before he realized it had actually worked, she grabbed his right hand and shoved it between her legs as her hips rocked back and forth. He immediately felt the wetness on his hand, and instinctively curled his middle and index fingers up into her hot, wet hole and felt the muscle spasms in her pussy from her orgasm, and that was all it took for him. He caught himself just in time from letting out a loud, surprised shout as his dick exploded in his pants. He grabbed her and pulled her toward his chest in an effort to support both himself and her, but they ended up grinding their hips together as if they were actually fucking. It took several moments for both of their orgasms to subside; somehow they both knew that neither of them had experienced such a powerful one before. As they parted and looked at each other with expressions of awe and wonder, a scary thought came into both their minds and they spoke at the same time, "I hope we don't kill each other!" Then they both burst out laughing!