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Out of the Burlap Ch. 02

By: maxicue



Joe and Maya hadn't seen each other since she dropped him at home the Saturday afternoon after the Friday night and Saturday morning reunion. Unfortunately only via speakerphone late Saturday night had Maya joined her lovers pleasuring each other. It had to be late since she worked stripping earlier. And she had to join them due to immense horniness albeit unfortunately in her bedroom miles away. When all had recovered their breath that night she invited him to her apartment after he worked Monday.

And so Monday evening Maya wrapped around Joe as soon as he arrived in her basement apartment, only separating to remove clothing before he held her firm round little butt cheeks in his hand and thrust deep as she could take and rapidly into her frothing cunt, banging her back against a wall that helped take some of her weight. As they climaxed together even the wall couldn't help hold her. They collapsed onto the floor still with him embedded in her shooting the last of his seed inside her, their mouths sealed together like their groins. 

Only when his cock loosened in deflation becoming flaccid and slipping out letting the combined juices from her cunt ooze onto the floor did their lips part to allow their laughter to fill the room.

And then he stiffened up in all ways except for his penis.

"Joe," she murmured. "It's okay."

"I know," he replied softly and tightly. "I'm sorry."

"Don't make me slap you."

They chuckled, though his was noticeably stiff.

Sighing, she lifted off him, kissing the top of his head. "I have something for you," she said. "Why don't you get dressed?" She headed into her bedroom.

"Okay," he gulped.

When she returned fully clothed, he as well, she led him to her couch. "Sit," she ordered. She held a glass of water in one hand and two small round objects in the other and with beautiful grace managed to straddle his lap facing him. "Open," she told him, gesturing to his mouth. "Stick out your tongue." She placed the white pills onto it and handed him the water. "Drink."

After drinking, he asked what it was.

"Percocet," she told him.

"Oh."

"I got to like it when I used it to combat the pain of my boob job," she told him. "Insisted I had residual pain to renew the prescription, but figured it would get suspicious if I kept that up, so I weaned myself off it and only take it when I need a dose of lovely calm."

"I got prescribed Valium once," he told her. "When my muscles hurt from the tension, and I got chronic headaches. It left me feeling sort of cottony and even worse, it left me feeling even more uncomfortable when it wore off."

"This is different. This is an opiate," she explained.

"Oxycodone," he nodded. "I know."

"Come on then," she grinned, hopping off his lap. "Grab this." She handed him another guitar case, this one more slender though heavier. Darting away, she returned with a stuffed olive green soft bag with a shoulder strap she lifted onto his shoulder. "And this."

"What's going on?" he asked.

"A surprise," she smiled.

They stopped at a Middle Eastern restaurant on a prominent corner in South Minneapolis. "Guard the stuff," she said before kissing him quickly and darting into the restaurant. It seemed longer than the fifteen minutes it took her to return with a full white bag of food. She fed the meter and opened the trunk, pulling out her acoustic guitar case. "Lock the door and grab my stuff," she ordered him. "It's only a half block away." They crossed the two main streets and stopped at a non-descript screen door between storefronts. Setting down her guitar case, she opened the door and the wooden door behind it revealing a hallway angling around a large metal door. "Go on in," she said.

After she grabbed her guitar and set it by the metal door, she opened it to a set of steps. A splash of cymbals could be heard. "Go on down," she told him.

He recognized two of the players; Sean "Spike" O'Connor, a pretty boy blond in his thirties on bass, and Jake "Spoon" Spooner, the rugged, dark dreadlocked, muscular drummer, about the same age as Spike. Both had impressively colorful tattoos on their arms. Both had been journeyman musicians involved in many bands, most notoriously "Plaid Cab," that had featured a guitarist moonlighting from his internationally famous punk band, the "Reverants" AKA the "Vents" who had died from his weakness for narcotics, particularly a far too potent speedball, i.e. an injected mix of heroin and cocaine, a couple years before. Maya introduced them by their birth names. 

"Hey Sean. Hey Jake. This is Joe." The musicians nodded and Joe returned the nod. 

Spike's ever present smile widened. "Food," he exclaimed.

"Yes, you flesh eater, I got you two two gyros."

Spike put down his bass guitar and snapped the bag from her hands. She chuckled and shook her head. Spoon opened an old fridge and pulled out a handful of beer bottles.

"This is Annie," Maya informed Joe, walking up to the thin, cat's eye bespectacled girl standing behind a keyboard and kissing her briefly. 

The strawberry blonde pale skinned girl nearly as tall as Carol but near skeletal responded with a shy, "Hi."

"Come share the hummus with us," Maya asked her.

"Okay," the shy blonde squeaked. Her simple blouse and long skirt revealed when she stepped out from behind her keyboards along with her ponytail that allowed wisps of her wavy hair to float in the breeze her walk caused and the old fashioned glasses gave her a shy librarian look that somehow made her sexy.

On the ratty, overstuffed coach they sat at, Maya was sandwiched between Joe and Annie holding the pint container of hummus between her knees. All three dipped the soft, warmed pita into it--pieces torn off the round bread--and consumed a good portion of the garlicky, smooth mix of ground up chickpeas and sesame paste. Between chews and swallows they gulped down the smooth local lager from clear long neck bottles.

"Where's Connie?" asked Maya.

"Fashionably late," grumbled Spoon in his rough baritone.

"Errand," Spike corrected in a much higher voice. "Should be here soon."

"Soon" turned out to be just after everyone finished their meals. They heard the metal door open and deep, bass curses and objects bumping against walls. The deep voice surprised Joe, expecting a female voice. A large man as tall as Joe with long dark greasy hair and a goatee emerged at the bottom of the stairs, his hands and one arm filled with three instrument cases for three horns, one immense, which he kneeled down to carefully release onto the ragged and thin carpet on the floor.

"Conrad, this is Joe." Maya introduced. Joe felt the strength of the man in the handshake.

Joe saw the three male musicians nod at each other. "Be right back," said Spike as he led them up the stairs.

Maya sighed. "Spike's family owns the building," she explained, "and Spike lives upstairs."

***********

The music amazed Joe when it finally began. "Gong" was definitely the reference with its flowing jazzy intervals, very stony, yet with more of a bite, especially as the song built.

Along with amazing musicianship from all involved, he couldn't help noticing the three men rubbing their noses every so often when they weren't playing and saw the signs of heroin. He too rubbed his nose occasionally. He felt pretty stoned himself, but gently so, calmly so. He actually felt more comfortable than he ever had except when lost in the arms and inside the cunts of his two lovers recently.

When it ended, Maya asked Joe if he had any suggestions. That pleased him almost as much as hearing his lyrics involved in such a cool song. "Actually I do," he told her. "But I'll need a CD to illustrate. I only live about four blocks from here. If I run, it shouldn't take more than a few minute to get it."

Maya nodded and smiled. "Let's work on a new song of Joe's while he's gone," she said to her band.

He felt like he ran on a cloud when he ran home. In the bathroom mirror he looked at himself and his silly grin. He looked paler than he expected. Something else looked different. He leaned closer and realized despite the fairly soft lighting his irises could barely be seen they were so small.

Grabbing the CD he intended them to hear wherein a musician intentionally destroyed a CD to get accidental noises from playing it bringing a weird tension to the rhythmless music, he also scanned his shelf of blank books and picked out one in particular. Despite the number of them, his mind somehow enabled him to know which held the lyrics he wished Maya to read and hopefully transform into music. The song had a similarity to some of the Doors' long pieces with an interlude of spoken poem which he hoped wasn't as overdramatic as Morrison had gotten. He ran back to the rehearsal space.

The jaunty, quirky tune he heard when he descended the stairs pleased him. Again it reminded him of Gong at their most playful, but with a synthesis with Maya's own style of melody. It transformed into a freeform jazz blast that lasted a bit too long but revealed again the amazing musicianship of all involved. The musicians laughed when they finally ended unevenly. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, always a good sign, especially from jaded musicians such as Spike and Spoon. Even Annie laughed freely.

"What you got for us?" asked Maya.

"I don't know if Annie can do this on her synthesizer," Joe shrugged, "but..." He shoved the CD into a large boombox Maya pointed at.

The musicians listened with more care than he expected. Annie played with knobs on her homemade synthesizer that rested at an angle to her keyboard. Clicks and groans came forth, and she somehow fed them into the keyboard creating samples for different keys.

"We're not getting that weird," Spoon finally said.

Maya shook her head. "I want melody, but when we get into these long spacey moments, we can expand the sounds horizontally so to speak, filling it in as thick as we want. It's definitely got some tension to it." She looked to Annie who nodded and smiled.

"I like it," Annie said just loud enough to be heard.

The boombox happened to be next to Spike. In fact he owned it. When Spike gazed into Joe's eyes, he laughed.

"What?" asked Joe.

"You're pinned," Spike answered. And Joe noticed Spike's tiny irises. "You're high."

"Percocet," Joe admitted.

"Cool," said Spike with his inevitable grin.

**************

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" Carol shouted late that night; actually early the next morning. The stud Joe had outdone himself making love to his women before her exclaiming. He fucked them silly, lasting far longer than he ever had before climaxing into Carol and, after taking more time than usual to recover despite two sets of hands and lips on his cock, even longer into Maya. When Carol asked how he seemed different, not just the endless fucking before cumming, but his incredibly relaxed nature and goofy smile when they shared a late meal together and a joint, even nodding off a couple times, the last being awakened by kisses from his two beauties which led into the bedroom and the marathon fucks, Maya told her about the Percocet and thus her reaction. 

"No Maya," Carol explained. "I'm alright with pot. There's something natural about the high and if not done all the time it helps excite and sometimes brings insight and feels good. With you two especially because I never get that paranoid feeling I get sometimes when I'm not with the ones I love. The same with alcohol. Occasionally but not daily is great for loosening up bodies and tongues. But when you get into chemistry, cocaine or heroin or Percocet or whatever, it's never good except to numb. They're poison. They weaken you and transform you into...nothing."

"What are you talking about?" Maya replied. "Have you even tried it?"

"Sure, when I got injured, twisting my ankle something awful, but only until I didn't need it; only for a couple days. I just felt rung out from it."

"It feels good," Joe murmured.

"But it's all you'll want," Carol argued. "Your life will become that inert feeling or the wish to gain it again. You'll lose all ambition."

"Hey, I'm only a high school graduate who works in a record store," Joe retorted with a wry grin. "I'm not all that ambitious."

"You should be," said Carol. "You're a powerful dancer."

"Not to mention an incredible lyricist," Maya added. Carol smiled at her when she added to her argument. "What? I still think he needs relief from his 'burlap' condition," Maya told Carol.

"Is that ambition, though? Or is that talent that somehow nature bestowed on me," Joe countered. "And what of it? I'm in a small if brilliant regional dance company and you know yourself Maya that too few great rockers ever get beyond the local scene. Ambition only runs into walls eventually except for a handful of successes. I mean more than half your band's junkies, and..."

"What?!?" Carol screamed. "Let me see your arms, Maya."

Maya laughed. "You've seen my arms and the rest of me." She showed Carol the hollows of her elbows showing no tracks. "I hate needles," she admitted.

"They're great musicians, Carol," Joe said, "but they know they have nowhere to go. So they get high and strung out and it lets them feel..."

"Nothing," Carol finished.

"Exactly," Joe nodded.

"Joe," Carol sighed, "I'm sorry for this painful self-consciousness or whatever, but it's a part of you as much as your dancing and your writing and I bet it feeds those talents."

Joe could only nod.

"But..." Maya began before pausing to collect her thoughts, "I hate seeing him building that wall of tension and climbing behind it. I hate it! And how do you know it would be so harmful to him? You can see how...free he is."

"I just know," Carol replied, her head bowed sadly.

"You said you had Percocet, and that's chemical, but have you tried it at its pure form? Opium?"

"No," Carol admitted. "But I've heard of those dens in China where addicts can't even sit up from their beds."

"It's all about moderation," Maya argued. "Just like you said about pot and alcohol. I get high sometimes. Joe can too."

"Maybe," Carol sighed.

"Let me give you the experience of it. Just a one time thing or maybe very occasionally. It's fucking expensive after all."

"You have some?"

Maya nodded.

"I've got to sleep," Joe murmured. "I'm up in...shit...three hours."

"Sleep, lover," Maya smiled kissing him on his forehead. Carol kissed him there too. "Come on Carol," Maya said. They left Joe to sleep, which he did almost immediately.

When he awoke, blurry and hazy as if inside a cloud of cool smoke, he stumbled into the living room to find his lovers wrapped around each other under an afghan exhaling a quiet counterpoint of snores. On the low coffee table sat tin foil blackened at the center and a copper tube about six inches in length and a half inch wide. Joe lifted and sniffed the foil and smelled the sweet residue still lingering.

"Opium," Maya explained, startling Joe. "I wanted to give a taste of opiates in pure form to Carol."

"Did she like it?"

"Unh-hunh," Carol breathed, stretching under Maya. "Felt wonderful, like riding a cloud. Luckily it's too expensive to get addicted."

"I just got a little from Spike," Maya explained. "He's got all kinds of connections. When I told him of my prescription version of what he takes up his veins and that I could never do that, after he cringed with the thought of burning heroin, which I guess you can do but its wasteful and harsh, he was nice enough to sell me a ball of the opium, barely a thimble full really and it cost me a hundred bucks. I managed to save a tiny bit for a special occasion."

"So...No more left?" Joe asked, the need barely hinted at but there. His ladies looked at each other. Carol had a more serious expression than Maya's, a sort of "I told you so," look and Maya shrugged. 

"Sorry Joe," Maya replied. "I did plan on giving you that last taste, but Carol's...attitude changed my mind. And it's rare. I'll let you know if I can get some more."

Joe nodded. "I better get ready for work."

"I'll make coffee and toast bagels," said Carol slipping out from the afghan and from under Maya, revealing a cute white with light pink and pastel blue little polka dots pajama top not quite long enough to cover her black bikini cut panties. "You go take a shower. There should be a spare toothbrush in a top drawer of the sink cabinet and a disposable blade for women, but I'm sure it can handle a man's beard."

"Thanks," said Joe smiling at her and at Maya sitting up on the couch and revealing another of Carol's cute pajama tops, this one with bunnies, that draped much lower on her like a mid thigh dress.

Having showered and changed into his uniform of black t-shirt with the record store logo and black jeans (his choice) and scarfing down a bagel and cream cheese sandwich and swallowing down Carol's delicious and intensely strong coffee, Joe had a little time for hugs before rushing out the door.

"He didn't tense," Carol noticed. "Maybe he's comfortable with us."

"Or maybe it's residual from the Percocet," Maya opined.

***************

Tension returned with a vengeance once blurriness cleared his mind. He used it at dance rehearsal and released it afterwards when, exhausted, he bedded down with Carol after only a couple kisses, although they had been heartfelt and comfortable. He awoke with the intense pleasure of Carol sucking his morning wood and soon fed her cum with a roaring groan. The bliss he coasted on afterwards that made him want to linger in her soft bed in her soft embrace had to be fought through because he had to get to work and he wanted to reciprocate his pleasure on her tasty quim before hauling ass again out the door. He managed to bring her a good orgasm, nothing equal to the one she had given him, but she felt sated and he enjoyed giving her that both in loving her flavor and witnessing her orgasm.

Another busy day followed what with Maya inviting him to a rehearsal of her band immediately after work before heading to the West Bank for more dance rehearsal. At least he had slept long and well the night before.

Having gotten a ride from a fellow worker, a pretty brunette lesbian of indeterminate body shape what with her loose, manly clothing, a fellow worker more than a friend who had attained a fairly large following as a bluesy rock belter, and she was even nice enough to let him stop at his apartment to collect another blank book and a change of clothing before dropping him off at Maya's, Joe arrived unexpectedly early. He had to wait a couple minutes after shouting his name at her door before Maya opened it wearing a robe and nothing else.

"I was about to take a shower," she explained.

"I'll wash your back," Joe smiled.

"Among other things," Maya replied huskily, rubbing his crotch and the rising lump there and kissing him with all her might. "Get naked."

Once well scrubbed, especially her breasts and ass and his cock and balls, he knelt between her legs and tasted the second pussy that day, different but just as delicious. He didn't have time to tease, something he loved to do to intensify a girl's climax. He hadn't had time for Carol either. He promised himself he'd make time for both of them that night, as Maya planned to be at dance rehearsal and after.

As it turned out, Maya didn't even want him to finish her off with his mouth. Climbing near orgasm, she moaned, "Fuck me, Joe!" and pulled her pussy from his mouth. He stood and lifted her by her taut little butt cheeks and she aimed him in and he pulled her onto his shaft filling her to capacity, stopping only when he felt his head bounce against her cervix.

"Fuck me Joe," she murmured again, her mouth near his ear so he could hear her over the noisy shower.



Out of the Burlap Ch. 02



It took all his strength but it felt heavenly as he swung her into him and away as if she were a flesh and blood pendulum, her eyes wide staring into his. He felt her narrow tunnel causing friction, every nuance of it, more than usual for some reason. He could tell she was near, and when he penetrated her anus with his middle finger while the rest of the hand kept its hold on her, he saw the tightening of her face as pleasure contorted it and felt the flutter of her cunny surrounding his cock.

"Cum...Joe!" she moaned.

He had held back as much as he could, so her permission opened the channel gates and his semen gushed forth. 

"God!" she trembled.

"Fuck," Joe agreed.

The rush of it nearly sapped the last of his strength. Somehow he held on, holding her against him through his ejaculations and her own weakened arms around his neck. In fact the inevitable softening of his cock allowed their groins to crush together without worrying about bruising her cervix.

The burlap returned in force while Joe waited for Maya to put the finishing touches on her face. She knew it immediately when she saw him.

"Joe," she murmured, clasping his resistant hand forcibly and threading fingers through his.

"Sorry," Joe murmured back.

At the band rehearsal while the others settled down for another Mediterranean feast, Joe whispered into Spike's ear. Spike nodded and whispered back. The blond bassist excused himself for a few minutes. When he returned he nodded to Joe.

Joe didn't need it when the rehearsal ended because of his elation having another of his songs settled into an exciting cohesion and one more began to be worked on. But he still felt eager and nervous when he told Maya that Spike wanted to show him something and headed up to Spike's apartment with a skinny, pale man who had arrived late in the rehearsal.

With Joe's pinned and glassy eyes and his relaxed and vacant expression, Maya knew her suspicions had been borne out. "Carol's going to kill me," she muttered.

"What?" asked Joe lazily as they drove to his dance rehearsal.

"Show me your arm, Joe," she said.

The puncture mark couldn't have been more obvious in the elbow hollow of his left arm.

"Damn it, Joe!" she groaned. "Couldn't you have at least snorted it?"

"Spike said that would be a waste," Joe replied tightly. "Pull over. I think I'm going to be sick."

She managed to find an alley to turn into and Joe immediately jumped out of the car and barfed beside a garbage bin.

"Here," Maya sighed, handing him a wet wipe. "How do you feel?"

"Surprisingly good," he replied, wiping his lips.

"You have more?"

Joe nodded. "Spike recommended doing half a bag."

"So you have half left?"

"One and a half," Joe replied. 

Maya sighed.

At rehearsal Joe moved freer than he ever had before. He had lived with his tension throughout his experience as a dancer from his first dance class and had channeled it so it did not appear as tightness. He had learned to keep his shoulders down instead of lifted up by the tension of neck muscles which too tense dancers tended to do marring their movement. He flowed so much easier. It felt wonderful. And yet...

"Something's missing, Joe," his best friend noticed.

"I feel really good," Joe responded.

Randy shrugged. "I hardly notice you at all."

"Carol should take focus," Joe argued.

"Not that much," Randy explained. "There's a dynamic of shifting focuses as if you're each trying to grab for it. It brings intensity to the piece. It's missing."

"Okay," Joe replied.

Grabbing for that missing tension caused his shoulders to lift and tighten. 

With an exasperated sigh, Randy cut the piece short. "Sit down Joe. Let's work on the pas de deux with Morris and Trish."

"What's going on, Joe?" Carol asked him as they sat together watching Randy choreograph. "You okay?"

"I actually feel really good," Joe answered.

"You don't dance so good," she said turning his face to hers. "You look kind of pale and...Fuck!" She looked back at Maya with a glare. "Did Maya give you more Percocet?"

"Why?" Joe said.

"It's dark in here and your pupils are tiny like it's bright day! Fuck!"

"Maya didn't give me anything."

"I'm going to talk to Randy," she said.

"Go ahead home, you two," said Randy after her whispers into his ear. "See you tomorrow."

"You sure?" Joe asked him.

"Yeah," Randy sighed. "Go home and rest."

"I'm fine," Joe argued.

Randy shrugged. "Go home."

"Yes boss," Joe grinned.

"And bring Joe back here tomorrow. I don't know you."

"Hunh?" Joe responded to Randy's back.

"Come on Joe," Carol said, taking his arm.

During the walk back to her apartment, Maya having parked there in anticipation of the evening, Joe watched two beautiful backsides shifting a few steps ahead of him and it made him horny. Though a dulled excitement, it caused half hardness in his jeans. 

"I promise I gave him nothing," Maya told Carol, grasping her hand and intertwining fingers. Carol looked at Maya's expression. Maya had a poker face. Expressiveness only came when she came or when she performed an intense song on stage which Carol had glimpsed at when her lover performed one of Joe's songs in her living room. Yet she saw sadness and transparency in her expression that made her believe her.

"Then what is it?" she asked Maya.

"Later. I want to make love to you and so does Joe. He told me he wants you screaming his name...again."

Maya loved hearing Carol's giggle and let the throaty noise relax her. She nudged her body against the taller woman and managed to bring their clasped hands to rub against her lover's groin.

"Mmm," Carol responded.

Maybe her horniness had kept her fears down. Carol needed her cunt filled by Joe's thick cock and her mouth by his tongue and she needed to feel her tits brushed by Maya's lips. She had needed it all day and the need only intensified when she saw her lovers arrive at rehearsal. His goofy smile looked glorious to her. She didn't even dwell on the similar expression from the Percocet. His less intense though looser dancing didn't bother her. He seemed more intimate that way though less powerful. Seeing the eyes pinned had disturbed her, but not enough to cool her flames. It just helped her to talk Randy into letting them go early so her horniness could be sated. She was that horny.

After Joe and Carol showered separately and thus much quicker than if they shared, the threesome smoked a joint and sipped Armagnac. At first Maya and Joe had sat together while Carol poured the fine grape liqueur. Then after kissing each of her lovers and taking a last toke from the joint, Maya left Joe and Carol to their own devices.

While finishing the drink and the joint, Joe and Carol kissed. Kisses became more intense and fingers stroked engorging places on each other's bodies—nipples and labia and penis—even before they finished their intoxicants. Once the glasses emptied and the roach was abandoned, things intensified. Fingers traced damp and swollen pussy lips and gently pinched and twisted rigid nipples, both his and hers, and squeezed and rubbed an ever hardening cock. 

Maya returned to them walking sinuously to the beat of slow jazz murmuring from Carol's bedroom, Maya's lacy, transparent black teddy well filled by her high heavy tits easily seen as was her narrow stripe of dark pubic hair. Whether the sensuous music starting or a sense of Maya's sensuous presence somehow alerted them, both lovers witnessed that walk. Joe had actually ended the relentless kissing, lowering his lips to Carol's nipples before the two noticed her approach. Maya's audience chuckled, albeit lasciviously.

"Come," Maya cooed, taking Joe's hand in one hand while the other joined Carol's at his cock which had at last firmed to complete rigidity.

White candles flickered on nearly every surface surrounding the bed. The room contained a sweet and musky odor like the remnant odors of an orgy sans the sweat. "Scented candles," Maya shrugged. "The scent's called 'sex'."

She shrieked when suddenly finding herself lifted off her feet as Joe broke her hold on his cock and carried her in his arms a moment before tossing her onto the bed. His tongue immediately began a swift journey up her inner thighs to reach her hot damp center. Carol silenced the shriek that had become a moan with her lips sealing Maya's. The blonde's long strong hands gently squeezed the dark haired beauty's substantial tits, letting them slide through her fingers until only the nipples remained. Lifting a tit to expose its nipple from under the teddy, Carol moved her mouth down to suckle on it. 

"God," Maya moaned, getting attacked at both ends targeting her most sensitive spots. "Bring that cock here," she breathed. Joe obeyed, turning his body around so that his feet rested on the headboard. Lying on each side of her, her lovers framed her like the bread of a sex sandwich, she being the meat, or in her case being vegan, the textured protein.

Taking the long thick cock in hand, she moaned at it like the glans was a microphone before, unlike a microphone, she took said glans into her mouth to suck. Her sucking and licking his thick plum ended up causing incredible intensity from his tongue, lips and fingers occupying her cunny which in turn intensified the surges of pleasure that continuously washed through her entire body. Carol's mouth and fingers further amplified these ever heightening waves as caressed nipples sent shocks of pleasure downwards to where Joe did his brilliant work. When teeth added to Carol's caresses, the result was explosive. Maya had to release Joe's cock from her mouth to let out a scream.

"Fuck!!"

The two weren't finished with her yet though. They eased off for a minute before returning to their task. Maya also returned to hers sustaining Joe's hard-on. She came quicker the second time. Less intense, yes, but more prolonged. She squirmed for nearly a minute within its thrall before lifting her feet to gently nudge Joe down and away from her way too sensitive clit.

"Your turn Carol," Maya said, smiling loosely at her blonde lover before kissing her and guiding her over her body and grabbing handfuls of tit flesh. The women pressed together at their groins before Maya murmured, "Let me get this fucking thing off."

Joe and Carol chuckled as Carol made room for Maya to remove the teddy, flinging it onto the floor. Maya smiled up at her lovers and their intimate position. Rising to her knees had placed Carol in Joe's arms kneeling behind her. His hands caressed her tits while his cock slid between her thighs rubbing juicy cunt lips. His mouth caressed her ear and her neck while gazing down at Maya. Carol's similar gaze ended when her eyes closed and she purred. Her hand took one of his and guided it to her clit, pushing fingers to rub there before grabbing his cock and pressing it more directly against her labia as it shifted back and forth. 

Her eyes opened when she felt unexpected wetness at the back of her guiding hand. Maya's tongue caressed Joe's cock. Something delicious sat open and tempting in front of her, so Carol lowered her head until her tongue slid inside Maya's cunt and tasted it, finding the flavor as scrumptious as expected.

Of course leaning down to taste brought her in perfect position for doggy style fucking, and Maya made sure it happened, guiding that plump purple plum into the velvety, voracious vagina. 

"So hot," Joe murmured.

"Mmm," Carol agreed, her mouth full of labia.

"Ooh," Maya moaned from the vibrations. Her fingers remained at the conjunction of her lovers, rubbing both Carol's clit and Joe's ever moving shaft. Wrapping her arms around Carol's butt, she brought her tongue to play. Noticing the effort, Joe spread Carol's legs wider as well as his own, lowering their genitalia to Maya's oral caresses while bringing greater contact to the upper portion of Carol's cunt, sliding nearly out of that vibrant tunnel so that his glans felt Maya's tongue before pressing forcibly deep. He actually did slip out once, but Maya solved that. She kept her hand on his shaft even after guiding him back inside. This caused even more blissful friction for Joe, and the way his balls would end up bounced by her fingertips added to his bliss.

In this position, Joe powered through two body and cunt shivering orgasms before Carol collapsed, inert, onto Maya. "Is he still hard?" she asked her lover.

"Unh-hunh."

"Are you going to cum anytime soon, Joe?" Carol murmured.

"I'm close and yet I'm not," he shrugged.

"Turn around and let him fuck you, Maya," Carol ordered while carefully slipping out from between them.

"Where are you going?" Maya asked her while doing as commanded; her legs spread wide readying for his cock to split her open again. Joe grabbed a pillow and shoved it under her ass.

"I...I want anal," Carol explained. "I'm going to prepare myself."

Carol's half grin met theirs before theirs shifted to expressions of profound pleasure as Joe pushed his big glans into Maya's petite pink pussy. Carol's grin broadened as she watched them become lost in each other's bliss. 

Joe leaned down, his knees spread wide spreading Maya's even wider to produce an angle of thrusts that rubbed Maya's clit. He captured Maya's lips with his. His elbows supporting him enough to not crush the petite beauty still allowed his hands to caress those wonders of cosmetic surgery and the sensitive nipples that crowned them. By the time his lips took over for at least one of his hands in pleasuring a nipple, Carol, in the bathroom, had begun readying her anus. She had actually turned up the stereo to prevent the noises the enema would create.

When Carol returned 20 minutes later, Joe had an easy pendulum thing going with Maya's body as his cock speared in and out of the petite, ecstatic pixie's petite cunny. It seemed like only his butt cheeks would tense at the moment of deepest impact with a couple inches to spare to prevent bruising Maya's cervix. 

"Oh fuck," Maya trembled, stiffening beneath his assault. Joe ceased the smooth swinging, replacing it with short staccato strokes at the deepest he could go, rubbing along the top wall of Maya's cunt while his thumb pressed and rubbed at a place where her pubic bone and the base of her turgid clit shared space. Her orgasm acted like a seizure that lasted nearly a minute before Maya became inert and Joe eased back.

"Oh good, you're here," Maya mumbled and barely smiled at her blonde lover. "Can't take any more."

Carol leaned over her and kissed her softly before settling onto her knees. "Come here, Joe," she said, opening her arms. He knee walked from between Maya's legs until his torso met Carol's. They embraced and kissed. When they released from the embrace, she handed him a tube of KY while her other hand took hold of his still stiff but flagging cock.

"Oil up my asshole, Joe," she ordered him before her mouth descended on his penis and she tasted the mix of flavors coating it. Her mouth stayed with it as Joe sat back on his butt. He enjoyed the shape of her back curving to her hips and long graceful ass which spread open with knees creating near splits. Squeezing out dollops of the lubricant, he caressed the small asterisk between those taut cheeks as he applied slipperiness to that center hole. More dollops and deeper caresses slowly opened the hole more, especially when he added fingers to the application, maxing out at three which penetrated as deeply as possible.

He noticed her reaction to his anal play. Moans and indecipherable murmurs vibrated on his cock that had become as rigid as it ever had that night. "Give me the KY," Carol murmured when her mouth popped off his cock. As she coated it with masturbatorial strokes, she shifted her body onto her back, finally resting her ankles on his shoulders as he hovered over her in all his tall splendor. "Push it in, Joe," she muttered, leading his thick plum to her dilated hole that still looked small compared to it. "Gently."

Joe did as commanded. "Ooh," they both moaned when his glans slipped past the sphincter ring. "Keep going," Carol murmured. "Slowly."

"You okay?" asked Joe.

"Better than okay," Carol grinned.

"You're so...relaxed," Joe noticed with a grunt. "And so tight."

"S'good," Carol grunted back. "So full. Keep filling me. God!"

It took a couple minutes of careful plunging and retreats, minutes that felt heavenly to Joe, that edged him closer to release than he'd gotten all night, before the base of his cock pressed through the incredibly expanded hole. "Fuck my ass, Joe," Carol smiled a twisted smile.

Overcome by the gift of her anus, Joe smothered that smile in kisses as he eased out several inches and eased back in. "Mmm," Carol purred into his mouth. After several of these careful thrusts she wanted more. "Fuck me harder Joe. Harder. Harder!"

He began intensifying and quickening his thrusts and soon slammed into her. His mouth continued kissing her until he needed too much oxygen and his breaths noisily occurred beside her ear as did hers his ear. 

By then Maya had recovered enough to assist, taking over for Carol's fingers that had been rubbing her own clit and plummeting into her wet depths. Carol had two fingers fucking herself and Maya replaced them with three and a thumb rubbing above Carol's clit. Maya also suckled on Carol's nipples, bringing teeth to chew on them when things got intense.

"Fuck...Me...Joe!" Carol screamed when the pleasure throbbed excruciatingly through her. Her whole body seemed to explode in bliss. It had never been so intense and bordered on being too much. The pleasure manifested itself physically with a deluge of sex nectar drowning Maya's hand.

"Wow," Maya responded in surprise, though her teeth clamped to Carol's nipple muffled her.

"Cum...for...me...Joe!" Carol somehow muttered within her ecstasy. He obeyed immediately. 

"Fuck!" Joe roared triumphantly when releasing a torrent of cum building for over an hour, the power of it causing him to undulate against his lover with each ejaculation.

Feeling her bowels inundated by spurts of hot semen and the expanding throbs of his glans pressing a thin membrane separation from her vaginal passage against her g-spot sparked one last shimmering addition to her climax of all climaxes.

Collapsing onto Carol, he did something he thought he'd never let himself do. Rolling off her onto his side, his penis already much reduced approaching normal flaccidity easily slipping out releasing an abundance of cum at the unplugging, he immediately became unconscious.

Even breath and a quiet snore made his condition immediately obvious. "Did he just pass out?" Maya exclaimed quietly.

Carol chuckled. "Give him a break, Maya. He's been fucking us for more than an hour and a half without break."

"Really?" Maya glanced at the clock. "Wow."

"Come on," Carol gingerly climbed off the bed and took Maya's hand to coax her off as well.

"You okay?"

"Fine. Sore, but fine. It still feels like there's a two by four up my ass."

"I...never tried that. I'm so petite, I thought..."

"Nonsense," Carol smiled, guiding her naked lover into the bathroom where she bent over and began filling the tub. "We get you completely prepped and relaxed and you'll get that monster up your fundament. It's really intense."

"I noticed," Maya giggled. "You actually ejaculated cum like a fountain. It was so cool."

"Really? I haven't done that in ages. It was the most intense ass fuck I've ever had." 

Adding bath oil and bubbles to the bath, the two waited silently for it to fill up except for a brief exchange.

"Heroin?" asked Carol.

"Unh hunh," Maya replied, shying away from looking at Carol. "Two bags. He used half a bag."

At last they climbed in, Carol first, her back to the nozzle, with Maya entering between her legs facing her. Soaping up a washcloth with body wash, Carol began washing her lover.




Out of the Burlap Ch. 02



"I have a brother," Carol began. "An older brother."

"Like a half brother or something?" Maya asked, confused. When Carol shook her head, Maya said, "I thought you were an only child."

"I might as well have been. Mom took my brother with the divorce. Like I'm a Daddy's Girl, he's a Momma's Boy. It's just this bond that, when push came to shove, made it impossible to do custody any other way. It would have torn me and Steve apart more than already done by our parents' splitting, especially Steve.

"Mom's an addictive type and the fruit didn't fall far from the tree with my brother. I mean Mom and Dad came of age in the late sixties, full of experimentation and generational rebellion. Dad grew out of it quickly, realizing if he wanted to have a family and succeed as a businessman in order to provide us well he had to set aside all that wildness and immaturity. It turned out Mom didn't want to grow up. She loved getting high and hanging with high friends and doing crazy things. 

"That wasn't clear immediately. When she got pregnant with Steve and then with me, the drugs got set aside. Friendships based on mutual drug intake got set aside. Dad had his friends from high school here that didn't value partying like those they had encountered in Berkeley where Dad got his masters in business and met Mom. Though mom also came from here, her friends from here never really matured, preferring living hand to mouth with just enough cash to score than to move up out of the trashy cold water flats. And her friends in Berkeley and in San Francisco weren't much better, though they tended to at least have a spark of intelligence and could converse and befriend Dad.

"So in the end, all Mom had for friends were Dad's friends who she really didn't see eye to eye with all that much. So she gradually reacquainted with her old pals, slipping out of the house while Dad worked, bringing me and Steve along while she got high. It wasn't all the time at first, nor were the drugs heavy, mostly pot. But Dad caught her gone from the house without any note and smelled her potted breath when she returned and freaked out, mostly because we had been dragged along.

"Mom begged forgiveness and promised to be good, but Dad was less than convinced. He threatened to call her unpredictably at home to check on her. Eventually she got around this when her urges returned by inviting her friends to her home or taking a side jaunt when she went shopping. Dad could always tell.

"Being a bit of a prodigy in business, Dad's success started early in his career and he was able to bring in a nanny to deal more with his wife than us kids in a way, but it allowed Mom to go out and party more without feeling guilty about exposing us or endangering us. By this time, Steve started kindergarten, and he hated it because he hated leaving Mom. Everytime she slipped away before he had cried. And evenings, when Dad started his travelling, Steve would go nuts when Mom would leave him again to go visit friends. So it was just easier to bring him along.

"The shit hit the fan when Dad came home early and found Mom stoned out of her gills and, worse, Steve stoned too. It seems she and her friends got a kick out of blowing pot into his mouth. Divorce came swiftly. And Dad did all he could to keep Steve. I was not a problem. But Steve wouldn't be with Dad. And Mom had a lover already in place, a home for her and Steve in San Francisco with an old boyfriend of hers who she'd managed to come visit her in the Twin Cities for some sordid cuckolding and drug taking.

"Steve grew up junky. Mom was a junky turning tricks for smack, her boyfriend pimping her. And it wasn't long before Steve had his first taste of heroin. Thirteen he told me, but somehow I think it must have been earlier.

"When Mom died of pneumonia via AIDS, Steve came to live with Dad and me. Thing is, despite a prematurely drug addled brain, Steve is smart. Street smart maybe, but exceptionally so, and really just smart in general. I mean in some ways he reminds me of Joe in having this impressively wide range of knowledge and interests. In no time he had his business thriving here while still keeping is fingers in the West Coast part of it.

"He's a dealer?"

"Of course. He had to be to survive and thrive while strung out. But growing up in it he knew just how to stay under the radar or to avoid being snitched out. He knew not to share needles and always wear protection when fucking the sort of girls he encountered on the job. He knew how to survive. 

"So I got curious. I pounded on his door when he got in. He always ran into the bathroom and into his room to prepare a shot for himself, and I could tell. I wanted to watch and maybe even try it. He always seemed calmer and sweeter after shooting heroin.

"Eventually he let me in. Said he couldn't concentrate with all my pounding. I told him I just wanted to watch him set up his shot and inject himself. So he schooled me. It fascinated me, not just the actions he took, almost ceremonial, but his transformation. He looked so...sated, like the horniest son of a bitch in the world finally having a killer orgasm. I asked if I could try and, despite seeming to be in this really cool and calm place, he completely freaked out. He called heroin a demon, a hell-spawn beast that took away souls, a succubus whose pleasure numbed all other pleasures or any feelings at all. He said his greatest regrets in life had to do with the seduction of teens for his own lust, a devil introducing his victims to the succubus heroin to tie that person to him as client or as a sex slave, a pussy to wet his cock on demand. He said he'd cut it off rather than letting me taste this demon. And he ended up leaving soon after back to LA probably worried about me, about him seducing me with heroin."

"And how has it affected your brother, his guilt over being a seducer?" asked Maya.

"I don't see him all that often. I did see him recently, visiting his own stomping grounds in LA while checking out schools and dance companies there. Every time I see him, he's more of a shell or a husk of a man. It's so sad because despite living so long with a needle in his arm, he's such a bright and brilliant man, though less so each time I see him."

Maya finally asked, "Why are you telling me this?"

"I want us to use up what Joe bought from your friend. I want to give it one try and I want you to as well. I want it to be the last time any of us, including Joe, inject that shit into our veins."

"But what about his tension?"

"He's lived with it this long. It's a major part of who he is. I could see what was lost when it didn't exist anymore at practice. He just wasn't Joe anymore."

"But when we're so intimate and then...we're not."

"Maya," Carol sighed, her hands lightly guiding Maya's face to look at her, "Does it ever happen when he makes love to you?"

"No. Never. In fact the opposite more so than I've ever experienced. He is so much there with me when we're making love it's as if we're in each other's skin. Only after..."

Carol nodded. "After you get Joe version 2."

"It's true he's different to talk to and be with then."

"And it makes you uncomfortable?"

Maya shook her head. "Not anymore because I don't blame myself for causing it."

Carol smiled. "In fact we're the ones that relieve him of that burlap for a time."

Maya chuckled. "I suppose we are." Then she noticed, "I'm becoming a prune."

Carol shared a laugh with her dark haired lover as they rose out of the bath and dried off. Checking on Joe who slept soundly in the middle of Carol's king sized bed, its size making even the very tall man look smallish ("Why such a big bed, darling?" asked Carol's father. "Why, for orgies of course," Carol smirked.), they put on their robes walked out of the bedroom, sitting at their usual spot together on the sofa. 

Carol searched through Joe's shoulder bag and found two cellophane packets barely an inch square and a syringe. "Be right back," she told Maya and went to fetch a tablespoon, a cotton swab and the tipped matches. Dropping them off on the coffee table she finished her acquisitions with a glass of water. The two looked over the items.

"What about a tie?" asked Maya.

"You've witnessed this ceremony?" asked Carol, pulling on the belt on her robe and realizing its attachment to the robe. "Be right back."

"I told you Spike cringed when I refused to inject the stuff, instead wishing to smoke it."

Carol waited to respond so as not to wake up Joe when she reentered her bedroom to find a red leather tie she used with a suit when she wanted to cross dress. "Oh yeah. I forgot. And about your band..."

Maya nodded. "I'll fire Spike and Spoon. They were flaky and too male to take me seriously anyway. Maybe it will get me over my fear of rejection to ask Barb Olson to join the band. She's just waitressing now and the world is less great because her drums are silent. You've heard of the Bimbos haven't you?"

"I'm a bit ignorant about punk bands."

"But what about your friends? Didn't they turn you onto any music?"

"I've been obsessed with dancing since forever. Music is all about dance: classical and modern and jazz and such. And when we dancers let loose, it's usually to some sort of disco. And when I'm in a quiet mood, Joe turned me onto some cool ambient music by Eno."

"We should clean that syringe out pretty thoroughly," Maya realized, "before injection and then between injections."

"I don't want alcohol injected into my blood," Carol pointed out.

"Maybe really hot water?"

They agreed and hoped for the best. Not that they feared AIDS would come from sharing. Joe had been a virgin as far as injecting drugs, had practiced safe sex and heterosexual sex, and the works had never been used before except by him. They just weren't sure what other pathogens might make unwelcome appearances.

They went silent as they prepared shots, splitting the bag and a half between them, extracting about half the liquid mix of water and smack that they cooked up in the tablespoon. Maya tightened the red tie around her biceps first and let Carol find a vein into which she injected the drug, filling the syringe with blood once the vein had been tapped and slowly and carefully pressing the plunger. 

Maya had a harder time concentrating on injecting Carol because the heroin hit her so profoundly. It had been thought that since Maya had experience with getting fairly stoned on Percocet that she would be better suited to injecting under the influence. They just hadn't considered how much more intense the direct mainlining of heroin would be compared to the slower and less powerful swallowing of pills or even breathing in smoke. With great care, Maya managed to successfully shoot up her lover without causing any more damage than necessary at the injection site.

"Wow," said Carol dully.

"Yeah," Maya agreed.

"I get it."

"Me too. I guess speedballing with coke makes the rush even greater."

"I guess I'll take your word for it," Carol chuckled.

"Yeah," said Maya with a soft edge.

"Maya?"

"You're right, Carol. I don't need to meet your brother. I can see it in Spike and in Spoon. Especially Spike since he's a cutie that I've known for years and I can see the cost of his addiction. He's become like a cipher. His personality seems so much less than it was. And I don't think he's advanced his musical chops one bit in years."

"So you plan to replace Spoon with this Barb. What about the bassist?"

"Excuse me," Maya moaned, running off into the bathroom to puke. 

"You okay?" Carol asked, having followed her and while holding back her hair.

"Unh-hunh. Joe had a similar reaction. I'm too stoned to feel anything but relief that my nausea just escaped out my mouth. What about you?"

"There's a dull feeling in the pit of my stomach, but it's nonthreatening. I think some red wine and some hits of Joe's fine pot will help."

"Sounds good," Maya smiled, even more when Carol pulled out a fresh toothbrush and some toothpaste and mouthwash.

"Join me when you're ready," said Carol, kissing her lover on her forehead.

"So you have plans for the bass player?" Carol reminded Maya a few minutes later between soft kisses and sips of wine. Maya had been thorough cleaning away any residue of vomit.

Maya sucked in the smoke of one of Joe's perfectly formed doobies, neither too thin nor too fat, before answering with smoky breath. "I want to teach Joe to play. I have a pretty nice Fender bass I haven't played in years and I'll loan him my little Pignose amp."

"He'll love the offer," said Carol. "But won't his lack of skill hurt the band?"

Maya shook her head. "It takes great skill to be great at bass, but it's one of the easier instruments to get by on. I'll teach him the chords and the strings to stroke. He's got the rhythm obviously since he dances with such skill and subtlety. It's just a matter of toughening his fingertips and lots of practice. He can learn from the best."

"What do you mean?"

"He's got lots of Yes albums. Their bassist, Chris Squire is the master of masters. He'll know that."

"And you'll get him to sing with you?" Carol asked her friend.

"That'll take lots more convincing," Maya chuckled along with Carol. "I hope so. It'd be cool for him to sing his lyrics even if it's just in harmony with me."

"Yes it would," Carol agreed. They kissed. They lingered on it until both of them nodded off, their lips drifting apart.

"Wow. It's like a dream state even more than with opium," Maya said. "It's like a dream overlaying reality. It's kind of disturbing except I'm too relaxed and sedated to freak out. You ever do LSD?"

"A couple times," Carol admitted. "And mushrooms and peyote one time. This is different though. It's not so much hallucinatory, like visions overpowering reality, but like reality is nudged aside a bit to make room for a dream or something. It's like comfortably knowing your dreaming and not getting lost in some vision."

"Hmm," Maya nodded, nodding off.

"You two okay?" asked Joe seemingly moments later to Maya, but obviously hours had passed. 

"We finished up your heroin," Carol explained.

"I noticed."

"Are you mad?"

"No."

"I don't want you doing it anymore. My brother's a junky, Joe, and I don't want you to be."

"Okay. But why...?"

"Because all three of us know what pleasure we'll sacrifice by not getting seduced by it," said Maya. "That's why you insisted, isn't it Carol?"

"Unh-hunh," Carol responded. "And I admit I was curious. And I'm sure Maya was too."

Maya nodded without nodding off. She still felt the tinge of euphoria remaining in her system, but it was on its last legs. "How are you feeling, Joe?" she asked.

"Like there's a dull gray mass of uselessness where my brain used to be," Joe smiled.

"You said 'Okay' about not using that stuff," Carol realized.

"Unh-hunh."

"But...your burlap..." Maya stuttered.

"I hate it..."

"But...," Carol encouraged.

"But I guess it's me?" Joe shrugged. "I'd rather feel tense and alienated than dull and...nothing."

Carol sprang from her seat beside Maya and into Joe's arms. Their mouths met as if magnetized. The suddenness allowed only the briefest awareness of morning breath in Carol's mouth, but the intensity of the kiss made him forget it just as quickly.

"You're not tense with us?" she finally asked.

"Hardly ever," Joe smiled at her.

"Oh Joe," she murmured, reattaching her lips to his.

Maya stood impatiently beside the embracing couple. Finally she spoke. "I want me some of that sugar."

The couple broke with a chuckle. Joe swung Maya into his arms, but Maya stopped the kiss. "Come here, sugar," she said to Carol who embraced both her lovers and after a brief giggle sealed her lips to Maya's. Joe waited patiently with a big grin enjoying the embrace he felt as both Maya and Carol pulled their bodies ever harder against his.

When his two lovers ended their kiss, he asked Maya, "How are you feeling?"

"Still a little stony. We didn't shoot it up until pretty late last night. Carol?"

"Me too. It's pretty damn pleasant in a sort of powerful way."

"You'll miss it when it's gone," said Joe. All three nodded, an agreement made. They had acknowledged the seductive power of heroin, its demonic overture towards their desire to be lost in its manufactured bliss and the need to fight that temptation.

-to be continued-



Out of the Burlap Ch. 03



Several months passed since Joe's simultaneous first and last experience injecting heroin; months of a great deal more ease than usual and quite a lot less unease. He found that ease inevitably in his lovers' arms. But he felt it in a new, unexpected place. 

Sitting on his dilapidated couch, listening to Yes and particularly Chris Squire its bassist and emulating those runs of notes on the Fender bass Maya had loaned to him ("It's yours, Joe," Maya told him when his skills improved and his calluses developed. "But it's such an expensive bass, Maya. It's such an expensive gift." "But I rarely use it and you use it all the time." "You may need it for your band," Joe insisted, adding, "I'll get my own when I can afford it."), Joe couldn't believe he had gotten to the point where not only had his copying become flawless, but he found himself improvising and maybe even improving on top of it. 

And with that improvement came a greater partnership with Maya in building the music for his lyrics. They would sit together in his little living room, Maya on acoustic guitar and Joe playing the bass through the little Pignose amp Maya had also lent him. Eventually Maya even got him to harmonize with her. They discovered that when he kept his voice deep, octaves lower than hers, he could actually keep in harmony with her. He noticed she recorded everything on her fancy little portable four-track that used fancy DAT tapes. He figured it would be useful for her to work with with her band. He didn't know for sure because he hadn't been invited to rehearsal since he had scored the smack from Spike.

He had an inkling of significant change for both him and his ladies even before the evening of his birthday in early April wherein Maya went an altogether different direction from his apartment in heading to what she called "home." 

A couple nights before, Saturday night, after the penultimate performance of the Nordeast Dance Company's season, Maya joined Carol and Joe in Carol's bed for another glorious ménage a trois in which revival of his cock twice helped to give his two lovers plenty of time to climax on it, almost as much time as the opiated penis had given them months before, and his cock felt much more sensitive and got stiffer than it had been under the narcotic influence. But even with the relentless pleasure that had been enjoyed by all as soon as they entered the privacy of Carol's apartment and stripped naked and began the sex marathon, he couldn't help notice bags and boxes had been packed. 

"Moving?" he at last asked, worried, once his third climax finished. He knew once the season ended the following day that Carol had nothing holding her in the Twin Cities as far as work went. She had been apprenticing with her father as sort of an assistant to his assistant, but that actually meant she could well become peripatetic considering her father's constant travel. All Carol would do in answer was to nod and smile. The smile should have relaxed him, but it didn't. Instead he stiffened, except his well used penis. 

"Massage time," Maya sighed.

The ladies managed to soften his tension until sleep overtook him. They'd gotten really good at it.

When Maya picked him up at his work on his birthday that Monday looking particularly sexy in tight red leather pants and a form fitting pink blouse that barely managed to hold in her plentiful tits and revealed the edges of her black lacy bra at her exposed cleavage, the unexpectedly balmy weather allowing her soft black leather jacket to be unzipped, he immediately stood at a cramped attention at his crotch.

"Ready?" she purred.

"Uhm...give me five minutes to finish up," he told her wide eyed.

The wide eyes made her giggle as did the generous stare of his colleague, a lesbian and fellow singer developing a following as an r & b belter.

"You look delicious," the lesbian murmured to her.

"Thanks Kathy," she smiled. "How's the gigging?"

"Great. I got a gig at the Uptown for a Saturday night. I'm fucking headlining."

"That's awesome. I'm sure it will be the first of many."

"Thanks. I hope so."

"It's inevitable," said Maya. "We'll be there."

"Cool."

Truth be told, neither Maya nor Joe were all that impressed with Kathy's shows, finding them derivative of countless female r & b shouters and even causing Maya to wince occasionally when Kathy's enthusiasm sent her off key. And Joe couldn't help cringing that time when Kathy claimed "Me and Bobby McGee" had been composed by her principal heroine, Janis Joplin when it had been composed by Kris Kristofferson. "She works in a record store," Joe complained. "She should know better." But of course Maya wouldn't be insulting like that to the somewhat pretty but more handsome lesbian's face. And at least in Joe's getting rides home from Kathy on several occasions, she seemed nice enough.

"Ready," said Joe, hugging his lady and taking her hand as they left the record store.

"You drive, Joe," said Maya, tossing him her keys. "I want to play."

As soon as they closed the car doors, Maya peeled down her pants and brought Joe's fingers between her thighs and beneath her lacy black panties. "You're fucking wet," Joe discovered.

Opening up his jeans, she managed to pull out his hard-on. "Yum," she purred, stroking it.

Being a stick shift, Joe had to deal with shifting to get onto the road. Once cruising, he slipped fingers back into her wetness. Maya had no such distraction, and as soon as they left the parking lot she leaned down and engulfed his purple plum.

"God," Joe moaned.

"Mmm," Maya hummed hornily.

Being of two minds, one of which barely functioned due to the other engulfed in pleasure, Joe struggled to make as quick a time as possible while at the same time wanting to lay back and enjoy Maya's talented tongue. Somehow he slithered through traffic to quicken the drive.

"We're...here," he murmured at the edge of orgasm. Immediately Maya ended her teasing that had brought him excruciatingly close time after time. Her hands worked in tandem, jerking the base of his cock with one and gently squeezing his balls with the other. Her mouth sucked at his plum while her tongue energetically swirled around it.

"Fuck! I'm cumming!" Joe barely warned his dark haired lover. He knew she didn't mind the brief warning, usually sensing when he would fill her mouth with his cum, but she did ask for the notice just in case so she could ready herself for receiving his plentiful semen.

And receive she did, swallowing rapidly to allow room for each spurt until the last of it trickled out and she lapped if from its source causing a moment of discomfort from her lover from too much of a good thing. And as usual, as soon as she lifted her head from his softening member, he captured her lips with his showing his appreciation and not minding the flavor she had gamely suffered through. In fact he loved the heat of those lips that had caused such wonderful friction bringing him to ecstasy.

"Enough of that," she murmured hornier than ever as soon as she broke the kiss. "Hurry."

Impatience greeted each delay of her need for being sated. He couldn't unlock the apartment building's outer door quick enough, nor the door to his apartment. At least the climb up the stairs had been quick, Maya hopping unladylike over every second stair. By the time the door finally opened, she rushed through it, removing jacket and blouse and unzipping the just zipped pants and pulling them off with her panties. Luckily she wore slip on ankle boots easily removed.

Joe too had removed his clothing, at least that which covered his torso, but Maya was too impatient for the rest of it. "Eat me!" she proclaimed, lying back on his bed and spreading wide. He of course did as ordered, though not direct enough on her trembling clit. "Don't fucking tease," she grumbled, and his chuckle actually made her moan. 

He honed in on that stiff little clit, sucking at it and dabbing at it and stroking it with ever more increasing speed and pressure. She writhed beneath him, her lungs filling and releasing heavily. He had to still her movement with his forehead on her abdomen and one hand pressing her down at her chest between her large tits. His other hand brought fingers to the fore, coating them with her prodigious juices before two entered and rubbed along the top of her narrow, lively chamber, stroking the textured surface there, her g-spot. Rubbing and aggressive sucking and a tongue bouncing the tip of her clit like a speed bag brought her over like an undulating seizure that quieted to a trembling both throughout her body and within her depths. Not only that signaled her exultation. She, like he had filled hers minutes before, filled his mouth with spurts of liquid pleasure which he greedily and proudly swallowed.

When she recovered she looked between her jugs at his face. "God I needed that," she said before giggling at the abundance of wetness that covered his cheeks and chin. "Did I squirt?" she asked.

"Unh-hunh," he grinned. "It was delicious."

"God you make me cum like no other," she murmured, catching her breath. She reached down, curving her body to reach her destination: feeling the bulge in his crotch. "Good, you're hard again."

"Almost," Joe told her.

"Let me see," she insisted.

He got naked as did she, removing her bra. He kissed those pale hills reverently, sucking at the pinkish brown little towers and licking the quarter sized motes that surrounded them. She squeezed his burgeoning hard-on, pulling it into further thickness and length and hardness. They relaxed into a sideways sixty-nine so both mouths could return to ministering to the pleasure of their mates. This kept Maya at a high plateau and brought Joe's cock to full stature.

"Fuck me," Maya murmured unnecessarily since she pulled him to sitting on the edge of the bed and straddled him and aimed his cock at her hungry little pussy. Clutching him to her with her arms surrounding his neck once his glans had been properly seated just inside her gateway, she pulled his lips to hers as she lowered slowly and joyously, feeling his cock open her up as it always did with remarkable intensity. Her cunt had become wider with his cock's frequent use of it, but it still retained a petite nature that squeezed him deliciously for both of them. 

As usual, they found the shallow barrier of her cervix gave his cock an inch or so to spare. She rested against his thighs in a measured place to prevent him from bruising her, the angle needed to protect her from damage actually helping her enjoy the fuck with the friction it created on the upper portion of her pussy. 

The lack of depth in her cunt and the resultant restraint actually let him into her anus soon after that first night in which Carol had done anal with him. In fact he had been Maya's first anal fuck. She had feared her petite nature would cause too much pain. But she discovered she actually enjoyed being fucked there, and fucked hard there, and it often surpassed the pleasure she found being fucked the normal way partly due to the abandon Joe could have not worrying about bruising her cervix and partly because it stimulated her g-spot like no other technique, even his talented fingers, and partly because often she had the added pleasure of Carol sucking her quim at the same time. When Carol added a strap-on dildo to the equation, one that fit into her cunt perfectly, Maya often passed out from it. Carol loved being double penetrated almost as much, but preferred Maya fucking her ass with the strap-on than Joe's huge cock there.

Clutching her perfect round ass in his hands, Joe guided the fuck as much as Maya did, swinging her against him with more and more rapid movement but still with measured care. Occasionally during some fucks he got lost in the pleasure and went too deep, but luckily not often. This time his cock plunging inside her kept its proper depth, and occasional brushing of the cervix only accentuated her pleasure. 

With Joe taking control, Maya lost herself in the pleasure, especially when Joe took hold of her nipples with clamped lips and scraping teeth. The last straw came when scraping became gnawing and one of his fingers plunged into her asshole to the second joint. She actually screamed when bliss overwhelmed her. He continued stroking and chewing as she tightened in his arms only easing off the teeth when she relaxed, lapping his tongue across her ravaged nipples. 

After recovering, she took over the fuck, her butt slapping against his thighs. Pulling his face from her breasts, she brought his lips to hers where they shared a kiss for several minutes until another orgasm began building inside her and her mouth needed to take in oxygen as did his. 

Both of them worked together fucking. The speed became faster than ever. Finally she breathed out a lengthy, quiet moan before becoming inundated with a wash of bliss that only intensified when, with a noise between a roar and a growl, Joe succumbed to his own orgasm, his cock throbbing out jets of cum while surrounded by the vibrations of Maya's orgasmic cunt. Inner comingling of throbs and shivers of two climaxing genitals created a shared moment of exquisite and nearly unmatched bliss only missing the added thrill of their third lover.

After sharing a loving, caressing albeit dangerously tight spaced shower, the two lovers dried and dressed and readied to leave. "Happy birthday," Maya finally said with a quick kiss on her tippy toes against his smiling lips. "Grab your bass."

"Hunh?" said Joe, having never moved it out of his apartment once he had brought it there.

"Throw it in the case and bring it along, Joe. Please?"

Joe and Maya chuckled. Joe because she looked so cute pleading with him and Maya because he looked so cute in his confusion.

"Yes boss," he said, grabbing the long forgotten case resting behind the couch and filling it with the bass.

"Got that right," Maya responded with cute pride. "Forget the amp," she told him when he went to grab it.

Joe shrugged. "Where are we headed?" he asked.

"Home," was all she answered.

When Maya drove in the wrong direction, Joe asked, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see," Maya responded enigmatically, her lips shifting into a Mona Lisa smile.

When they got off the highway at Snelling Avenue, he asked, "Why are we headed back to my work?"

"We're not," she replied. They soon passed it. Several blocks later, just past Macalester College she turned right and then left after three blocks, and parked near the corner. A three story house, or at least two stories with gabled windows of a presumed attic, sat at the corner. 

"Isn't that Carol's car?" Joe asked, noticing the uniquely beige colored Miata parked in front of them. The pinkish beige custom color announced its owner. The vanity plates reading "DA D SCURL," definitely did. Carol proclaimed her spoiled brat status as Daddy's Girl for all to see, though, even if he bought it for her upon college graduation, replacing the Jetta he had bought her upon her high school graduation along with renting her fancy apartment, neither Maya nor Joe considered her spoiled. She worked too hard at dancing and at college where she graduated near top of her class and as her father's assistant's assistant. And she was way too humble, almost self-deprecating, despite, in her lovers' eyes, having absolutely nothing to be deprecating about.

"Unh-hunh. Grab your bass." 

The inside of the house whose outside looked to date from the turn of the century, nearly a hundred years old, once they passed through a worn out looking porch, surprised Joe completely. Everything looked newly constructed. It had obviously been gutted and reconstructed recently. And beautifully, combining warmth with elegance; modernity without the metallic edges. In fact everything had a curve to it and the warmth of smoothly wrought blond wood. Just left of the entrance a blond wood staircase swept open at the bottom curving up to the second floor over ten feet above the first floor. Joe had seen larger living rooms in smaller houses, but the room held a coziness that seemed to curve around the hearth to his right. And beyond the walls of the living room which served as support for the second floor, he could see the purpose of the smaller space as it allowed for a dining room that seemed just big enough and a library/office that took his breath away and a huge kitchen that abutted the dining room. And behind that, through a blond wood door seeming to disappear into the wall, another set of steps rose from the back mud room much more straightforwardly than the steps at the front of the house, angling to the left and turning left again. And on those steps stood a smiling Carol grasping the bottom of an antique looking set of drawers. 

"Set it down a second, Steve," she said to a tall lean blond pale looking man that resembled her enough to be her brother. Carefully setting the chest down and keeping it from slipping, she turned with an overdone scowl at her lovers. "You're late," she scolded.

"I had need of relief," Maya answered.

"Selfish bitch," Carol muttered. They stuck tongues out at each other.

"You get to christen the bed first, bitch," said Maya.

"You got that right," said Carol, her lovely smile emerging along with a cute wink at Joe. "Happy birthday, Joe. I'd give you a birthday kiss, but I'm kind of busy. Okay Steve." Both lifted the chest and negotiated the corner before disappearing upstairs.

"What's going on?" asked Joe, even more perplexed. "Is that Carol's brother?"

"Uhn-hunh."

They heard the muted roll of drums.

"Bring the bass," she said with a smile and stopped at a door just inside the house from the mudroom. Opening it revealed another set of stairs that headed down. "Come on."

These steps squealed a bit being much less well constructed than the other steps in the house; slats on a wooden base. As they descended Joe could see a finished basement with a tight woven carpet keeping the concrete warm. He noticed the walls covered with acoustic tile. In the corner of the large space with pillars holding the house above it a drum set had been set up and a cute full figured blonde with a taut face that had been more baby-faced the last time Joe had seen her sat at it and performed another roll ending in a splash of a cymbal that got silenced by her hand. "Hi," said the cute blonde. "I'm Barb."

"I know. I used to see you all the time at the Uptown with the Bimbos. You're working with Maya?"

"Unh-hunh. Surprised?"

"Happily," Joe returned with a smile. "The music's kind of different."

"I wouldn't be here if it wasn't. I got kind of tired of bashing around. I think I might surprise a few people coming to just see the old Bimbos drummer."

"I think you might," Joe chuckled. "Although there'll be some bashing."

"I know. Can't wait," the platinum blonde grinned back.

"How much do you know?" Joe asked.

Everyone chuckled, including the pale and shy and tall and thin strawberry blonde behind the keyboards.

"Hey Annie."

"Hi Joe," Annie responded with her usual quietness. "Thank god you're here. I got sick of playing the fucking bass parts." She smiled innocently despite the f bomb.

Looking at Maya busy attaching a chord to Joe's bass and plugging into a big bass amp, he asked her, "So Spike and Spoon..."

"Fired the assholes right after..."

Joe nodded, understanding the implied moment. Then he studied the new amp. "Nice. Whose is it?"

"Yours Joe. Happy birthday."

"Maya..."

"Later," Maya said, testing the bass. "Tune it," she ordered, handing it to him. Annie gave him a note to tune to. Meanwhile Maya kept busy, setting up a second microphone. Annie moved from behind her keyboards and adjusted a fancy soundboard. 

"Test the mic, Joe," Maya ordered. When he started counting, Maya shook her head. "Lower, like the way you sing."




Out of the Burlap Ch. 03



"Cool," said Barb once he talked deeply. "He's even deeper than on your tapes. Like that guy from Sisters of Mercy."

"Or Fields of the Nephilim," Annie added.

"Definitely not an all girl band," Barb chuckled.

"Ready," said Annie.

"How about we start chronologically," Maya suggested. "First song first. Joe?"

Joe realized the first song Maya had made of his lyrics began with a bass riff. He played it. Rehearsal began in earnest.

Except for the crazed chaos in the second song, Joe kept things mostly simple and even, rarely embellishing like he sometimes did when he practiced at home.

"It's like the way Annie plays bass," said Barb at one point. "Not a fancy note. No showing off."

"It's?cause I'm not all that great," Joe admitted.

"It's missing something though, isn't it girls?" Maya noticed.

"Emotion," said Annie. "He needs to attack the strings with more feeling, more variance. It loses swing."

The ladies nodded.

"I...I don't know how to fix that," Joe admitted.

"I bet Connie could help him," Annie suggested.

"I thought you fired Conrad with the others," Joe asked.

"Another Connie altogether. Consuela. She's a cellist amongst other things."

"So where is she?" asked Barb.

"She's a busy little beaver," Annie said. "She's got her final recital for MacPhail coming up and needs to finish practicing her cello sonata and quartet and concerto. She's a hard one to pin down."

"I'd pin that beaver down in a minute," Barb growled wolfishly. Annie blushed. 

Maya chuckled. "I'll have Steve give her a call. Maybe lessons could be added to her string of things to do. Maybe he can find out if she's got time for us and for that."

"Sure," said Steve, surprising Joe. The tall pale man jotted down a note.

"Uh, junkies?" Joe leaned over and whispered to Maya.

"Later," Maya smiled.

Rehearsal continued, stopped occasionally by Joe trying too hard. "Sorry," he said. "I just thought I'd experiment."

"Let's just go through the songs," Maya suggested. "Improvements later."

"Sure," Joe shrugged.

Towards the end Maya finally brought Joe's voice into the mix. He started out worried, but Maya immediately played back a song so he could hear how he sounded.

"Not so bad, hunh Joe?" Maya asked him a little condescendingly.

Joe understood his rookie place in this group of veterans, but the sting still there lessened when Barb added, "I think it sounds really cool."

And it did have a unique, even compelling quality.

Nearly three hours after it started, Maya finally called quits to the rehearsal. They rarely took breaks during the entire session, and only to visit the toilet or have a quick drink and snack or to just chat about ideas and suggestions. Joe noticed all anyone drank was water which surprised him. He thought rock and beer were intertwined as tightly as bagels and cream cheese. Another thing on his ever increasing list of things to ask Maya.

An additional surprise came when Annie and Barb seemed to couple up, briefly kissing and holding hands, but what blew him away was when they went directly to Steve and sat intimately close to him.

"You guys stopped just in time for dinner," Carol shouted down the stairs.

After climbing the stairs, the band gathered at the dining room surrounding the antique oak table already set for six. Wine glasses sat in front of four places while two had only water glasses. Those two became occupied by Barb and Steve.

When Carol started to exit to get the food, Barb immediately took over. "You're the cook here and I'm the waitress. Sit."

"Thanks," said Carol. "You guys pass around the salad."

The three bean salad soon made its way around the table, each person filling a small bowl with it, Annie filling Barb's, before Barb came in bearing armfuls of plates, serving the eggplant parmesan with expert precision before pouring the red wine into the wine glasses and finally sitting between Annie and Steve.

Maya sitting at the end of the table raised her glass. "To Joe, Happy Birthday. And many many more."

"Happy birthday Joe," everyone echoed, tapping wine or water glasses together.

"Thanks," Joe blushed after sipping the delicious red wine. "If I have any birthday wish, it's to find out what the fuck is going on." 

Chuckles filled the dining room. 

"Eat first, Joe," Maya suggested.

"No more delay, Maya. We're all here, all you conspirators. Time to confess."

"The boy's about to explode with curiosity, Maya," Carol acknowledged. "How about we do this. Ask a question, Joe, one at a time. Then have a bite or two. One of us will answer, the rest of us eat. Okay?"

"I have so many," Joe muttered.

"You have to start somewhere," Carol responded.

"Okay. How long have you guys been rehearsing my or Maya's and my songs?"

"Not long after I fired Spike and his friends," Maya said. "It bummed out Annie, but I persuaded her to give me a chance to rebuild."

"I really like your songs, Joe," said Annie, serious but with a sweet little smile.

"Thanks."

"So I'm waitressing at the Modern Café," Barb took over, "and these cute girls make sure they're in my section late in my shift. I've known Maya since forever and I'd seen Annie around as well. Actually I always noticed Annie around." Both ladies blush. "But I never got the chance to find out if she noticed me."

"Of course I noticed you," Annie countered. "Everyone notices you, Barb."

"I suppose, but...not the way I wanted you to notice me."

"You don't think every man and certain women fantasize about a gorgeous, voluptuous blonde?"

"Actually no. I guess I've been a cheery sort that tends to cheer things up, not a vamp that lures unsuspecting...ladies between my thighs. And even that cheeriness got lost a bit when I grew up and decided to move on with my life and stop going around getting wasted and foolish. All I know is the last thing I wanted was to go back into that childish and hedonistic business. Except I couldn't ignore the messenger."

"So I seduced you into the band?" asked Annie. When Barb nodded aggressively everyone laughed, Annie louder than anyone. "I may be many things, but a seductress isn't one of them."

"I know," Barb responded with a mouthful of eggplant. "You're an anti-seductress. You're so beautiful and real and haven't got a clue. To me you were irresistible."

"I certainly had no interest in resisting," Annie smiled. "I'd been alone a long time."

"Me too," Barb said.

"Really?" asked Joe.

"I didn't want to be a part of that world anymore, Joe. And those outside...I just never connected. So it takes a musician to make me happy. So sue me."

"Except Annie's different, isn't she Barb?" asked Maya.

"She's so brilliant and serious. Neither things could be considered essential to my old friends. They just wanted to get stoned and laid and have fun. Annie wanted nothing to alter her ability to play brilliantly. I'm in AA and NA like Steve, but Annie would never even consider living a party life. And so she can enjoy that lovely wine, damn her."

As everyone chuckled, Barb chewed and swallowed another slice of the eggplant. "This is really good, Carol."

"Thanks."

Everyone echoed the sentiment.

"But it wasn't just Annie that changed you that night," Maya prompted.

"I guess spending the night with you two came because I wanted to get to know Annie. But in the end, listening to the tape and hearing this...complicated and compelling music I never dreamt anyone would ask me to try to play just made me want to play it to sort of show people they had no clue what I was capable of. In fact I thought I could do so much better than Spoon."

"And of course you are so much better," said Joe. Everyone agreed causing Barb to blush. "So in all this time, where did you guys rehearse?"

"That was problematic," said Maya. "We tried at my place but got my housemates and neighbors up in arms."

"I had a place but only at certain times," said Annie. "And it wasn't quite kosher since I no longer went to MacPhail."

"But it did get Connie's attention," Maya added.

"Yeah, that was a score."

"I wish she was here," said Barb.

"Me too," said Annie.

"Me three," said Steve.

"What's going on with you three?" Joe asked.

"Kind of like you three," Barb told him.

"Except I'm not quite so active," Steve admitted.

"We like cuddling him," Annie said. "And his...problems with...you know...it's really not a problem for us."

"And when it's less of a problem, we don't really have a problem with that either," Barb smiled and kissed Steve.

"You don't," Annie countered, "but...well...I guess I don't mind. It kind of stirs things up."

"And Steve knows his place."

"Which excludes a certain place," Steve added.

"Maybe someday," said Annie.

"It's not a problem, Annie," Steve said, kissing her lightly. "It's never a problem. I love your company."

"Me too," said Annie, kissing him back.

Joe gave Carol a "What the fuck?" expression to which she shrugged and answered verbally.

"My brother decided to get sober. He's at Hazelden now."

"I'm weaning myself off methadone," Steve added. "The stuff makes me feel week, like my bones are hollow."

"Your practically starvation diet might have helped that," Carol said.

"Carol's trying to fatten me up," Steve said holding a fork full of eggplant.

Carol smiled. "It seems while living the life of a druggy, Steve moonlighted as a student studying architecture."

"Off and on until now," Steve shrugged. "Dad's backing me at MCAD as long as I stay sober."

"So the interior here?" asked Joe.

"Isn't it brilliant?" Maya chimed in.

"So this house...?"

"It's mine Joe," Maya answered.

"Ours, actually," Carol chipped in.

"Dad left me a chunk of money in his will," Maya explained, "which Mom in her infinite bourgeois wisdom contested and the probate court finally let be awarded to me just a few months ago. He worried about my rootlessness and insisted I use it as down payment on a house. Mom was rather appalled at my life choices, especially the dancing part. She thinks all women must struggle against their slut nature. Dad had similar problems with me, but our fights always had a weird sort of pride for him towards me. Despite the heat of them, he almost ended up laughing and shaking his head at my ballsiness I guess. 

"Anyway, the inheritance had the stipulation to it: that it be used only towards a house. Unfortunately I had no credit."

"So Dad stepped in," Carol finished. "He cosigned the loan to complete the mortgage here."

"Actually we got a great deal on this house," Maya added. "It was a bit of mess; rented to students for years."

"So Maya paid most of the mortgage right off," said Carol. "But we needed a loan to refurbish."

"Carol's dad aided us further in finding a decent contractor and one that let Steve design the interior and get a sort of mentor architect to sign off on it."

"With quite a bit of advice, of course," Steve smiled. "But they went with my basic concepts. It's actually sort of a final project for the semester," he added proudly.

"So...this is your new house?" Joe asked densely.

"Our new house, Joe," Maya corrected.

"Ours as in...?"

"Yours and Carol's and my new house."

"And Steve's," Carol said.

"And I've sort of taken over the guest room," said Annie. "Splitting the mortgage and loan payments and utilties and groceries five ways makes it way cheaper than my little apartment."

Joe was afraid to ask, but needed to. "Uhm, privacy?"

His ladies smiled. "Not a problem, Joe," said Maya. "Finish up and we'll show you why."

Ten minutes later his ladies guided him upstairs. What he saw awed him. The smooth curving woodwork of the walls continued there. And he found the second floor had been turned into a couple of large bedrooms and two smaller rooms. The largest room featured a California king sized bed and tons of closet space. A door opened to a two sink bathroom. Across from the entrance from the master bedroom a second door led to a small office like space that had its own futon that seemed longer than the usual. "It's Joe sized," Maya smiled. "Custom made so your feet don't hang off the end."

"This is my..." Joe started, but halted, not knowing what word to use.

"Your privacy, Joe," Carol smiled. "Lots of shelf space for your endless amount of books and records."

"We'll each use it when we need privacy, but it's essentially yours to do with as you will," Maya said.

"Wow," Joe murmured, a tear oozing from the corner of his eye.

"We focused on this neck of the woods when searching for a house," Maya explained, "because we wanted you to be close to work. Everyone else has a car. I know you don't make much money at the record store, so now you're within walking distance."

"Or a quick bike ride," Carol added, "so you don't end up all sweaty after humping up that hill everyday to get to work. And of course when we get back to dance rehearsal, I'll be giving you a ride to it."

"And I won't need to give you a ride to rehearsal," Maya smiled.

Joe chuckled, "Because it's here."

Maya nodded; her eyes excited. "And we can work on our songs anytime."

"So?" Carol asked hopefully.

"You want us to live together?" he asked looking deeply into his ladies' eyes. Their enthusiastic nods made that unnecessary. "And you're not afraid we'll get on each other's nerves?"

"I love Carol," said Maya.

"I love Maya," said Carol. "And we love you." Maya nodded.

"But..." Joe began before being interrupted.

"When are you most comfortable, Joe?" asked Maya.

Joe smiled broadly and embraced his two ladies, one in each arm. One set of lips were nearly his height. The other he leaned down for and she lifted herself onto tippy toes. Two hands, one long and lean and the other shorter though nearly as graceful caressed his crotch.

"Time for desert," Carol cooed, grabbing Joe's hand and guiding him through the bathroom to the bedroom. Maya followed, securing all doors, letting no one interrupt. She leaned against the door to the hallway and watched her lovers remove each other's clothes, their eyes hooked together like two links in a chain. 

Hands caressed where skin became bare. After stepping out of her pants undone by Joe with Joe's fingers sliding across her wet slit, Carol knelt in front of Joe to remove his jeans. 

Maya began her own strip, pinching her nipples and caressing her clit as soon as those naughty parts became naked and available. 

When Carol released his engorging cock from beneath his boxers her hand caught its bounce and brought it to her mouth. Their eyes continued their connecting stare while she orally pleasured him. The grin she created when Joe's face tightened in awe and surprise and exquisite pleasure couldn't be seen by Joe with his shaft stretching her lips. The glans caused his reaction when it entered her throat. After two more strokes into that tight space, she pressed at his abdomen until he sat on the bed, the action releasing his cock with a pop. 

"Lie back, Joe," she murmured roughly, her voice affected by his large intrusion. He shifted into the middle of the bed. She straddled his hips and slowly sank down, her hand grasping his cock and blindly finding the place for the head of it to enter her needy pussy. 

"Ooh," she moaned when it succeeded. "Mmm," she hummed when it went slowly deeper. "So good," she murmured when their pubic bones met and softly grinded together. Only then did their eyes stop connecting as she leaned down and captured his lips with hers, caressing both upper and lower lip before pressing corresponding lips together and unleashing her tongue into his mouth and greeting his tongue with quiet enthusiasm.

The kiss intensified as she rocked up and down, scraping his cock along the top of her cunt. He grabbed hold of her taut oblong butt cheeks, squeezing and pulling and speeding up the friction her ride on him provided. Soon her lips separated from his and she resumed the connective stare revealing to him wide eyes and nostrils and a mouth forming a whistling tube as her ride became a bouncing gallop. No longer needing his assistance, his hands got busy encouraging her inevitable conclusion, fingers sawing into her anus and vigorously rubbing her clit. The latter endeavor proved a bit clumsy, but the distraction helped keep his own orgasm at bay as he worked her to hers.

"Fuck!" she rumbled, her back arching sending the word towards the ceiling like a baying bitch wolf. Three more hard bounces against him finished her off. She ground her pubic bone against his as she stiffened and shook. Frozen against him, unmoving, allowed him to feel the roiling and rolling vibrations of her climaxing cunny seemly attempting to milk him of his cum. But he wasn't quite there yet.

Her body rested on top him as she purred with pleasure, her warm breath caressing his ear. "So good," she whispered. He could feel her waning climax still buzzing around his cock. Her eyes went wide when his hands took hold of her butt cheeks again, lifting her and pulling her down. "You're still hard?" She asked with an awed smile that she showed him by lifting her head.

"Unh-hunh," Joe smiled back.

"Good," crooned Maya. "Sit up, slut, and make room."

After a soft kiss, Carol obeyed. "You want his cock, bitch?" she asked her lover.

"Just his tongue, bitch," Maya grinned and straddled his head facing Carol, quickly lowering her steaming cunt onto his mouth. "I'm so close."

His fingers aided his tongue and lips in providing for Maya's needs which he soon sated, easing back for her to recover before returning to the task. He knew he no longer needed his hands to encourage Carol's climaxes, only his cock. Maya would provide plenty of finger strokes on Carol's pleasure centers just as Carol provided pleasuring attention to Maya. Their mouths when not sealed together would take turns nipping and chewing on each other's nipples. 

He wasn't sure how many times Carol climaxed on his cock. Sometimes she seemed to have rolling climaxes like the rolling thunder of a particularly active thunder cloud. At least twice more he felt her shiver and tremble around his cock. But for Maya, he could taste her when she came, his mouth filling with her nectar as she shivered on top of him. 

And soon after she gave up her luscious lubricant for the second time, he felt the uninterruptable tension in his balls ready to give up the seed that made them completely full. For this, he moved his fingers from Maya, bringing his hands to Carol's hips while his hips thrust and released beneath Carol's relentless ride. He bounced her at the most rapid pace of the evening overcome by need until it completely overwhelmed him and he pulled her hard against him and shot hot threads of cum deep inside her trembling cunt.

"Mmm," he groaned in pleasure muffled by the upper portion of Maya's cunt, including her overly sensitive clit, adding a last jolt of pleasure to her nearly abated climax.

************

Sitting with the others for actual desert of cherries cobbler a la mode and Carol's French press coffee, the threesome couldn't help being a little embarrassed at the knowing looks.

"He's a good fuck, hunh?" said Barb. With that crude comment, everyone relaxed into chuckles.

"The best," said Carol. Maya nodded.

"I'm glad," said Steve without restraint. He and his sister shared a quiet yet heartfelt nod.

The gathering silently ate the delicious cobbler, only the sounds of spoons clanking or sliding against the small glass bowls being heard. Occasional sips of the hot and as usual richly delicious coffee added to the sounds.

Joe interrupted the silence. "Uhm...Carol...What about Georgetown?"

Carol smiled at him. "I'd been hovering at accepting their generous scholarship for months, years in fact as they let me delay starting graduate school for a couple years to allow me my dancing and my apprenticeship with Daddy. Then I finally climbed over your resistant walls and..."




Out of the Burlap Ch. 03



"I can't stand in the way of your career," Joe objected.

"You're not, Joe," Carol's smile continued. "Not exactly anyway, I mean as far as the career goes. When Maya told me about the inheritance kind of fearfully actually because she...she envisioned this actually with me living here with her and you and was afraid of rejection, something sort of happened in my brain, an epiphany I suppose you could call it. I realized I wanted exactly the same thing. I've never been happier than I've been with the two of you, with both of you. Thus began what you call the conspiracy.

"Coincidently, or maybe the gods conspired, I had been talking to Steve again. And Steve wanted to come home. He had already contacted Hazelden. I told him about our experience sharing and rejecting his drug of choice and that got us into a really intimate dialogue much deeper than we had ever gone before. So, having discovered a new friend in my brother, I immediately contacted him about my planned living with you two and getting a house and all that. It brought forth his passion for restoring houses and his wish to join in the house hunt. I didn't even know about his interest and schooling in architecture. He immediately contacted MCAD pleading for mid year entrance and faxing his amazing interior plans and his hope to actually have a plan come to fruition."

"They were cool about it because I already attended the first semester a couple years ago," Steve added.

"And of course you blew them away with your awesome designs," said Carol getting a humble shrug in return. Carol continued, "Anyway, with Steve joining us while getting straight and everything we started house hunting. We realized a couple things. Maya could probably buy a fairly small and crappy house without worrying about credit, and she wouldn't have much money left over for fixing it up, or we bring Daddy into the situation as cosigner." 

"Which suggested a long term stay in the Twin Cities and no graduate school in DC, disappointing him," Joe guessed.

"Exactly what I expected," Carol nodded, "and I came at him with a brave front which I honestly had to hold up with a great deal of effort because I really did not want to see that disappointment in him. I'd rarely seen it to tell you the truth. Only when I came home stoned and drunk a couple times when still in high school did I ever really see that and it literally sobered me up. It did get him talking about my mother, stories of things that happened before I had any real memories. I barely remember her. Anyway I actually saw a brief expression of disappointment on his face when he realized the implication. He asked me if it meant I planned on staying here instead of heading to graduate school like we planned.

"What followed surprised the shit out of me. He actually grinned, disappointment nowhere to be seen, and he embraced me. He told me he had never seen me so happy. And he told me he actually really liked both of you which continued the surprise. Don't take this the wrong way Joe or Maya, but I couldn't help reminding him that neither of you had jobs that could be called ambitious, a record store manager and a stripper, and you hadn't even gone to college, Joe, never mind getting a degree. He laughed and said I'd just have to be the breadwinner in the family. Again I felt I had to remind him I wouldn't be getting a prestigious degree from Georgetown. He told me it wasn't necessary because such prestige was used as a way to get a foot in the door and I was already well inside. For the first time he admitted he fully intended to groom me as his replacement, although it would be several years before he intended retiring. He did want me to get that piece of paper that declared me an MBA only because being a woman, especially a young woman, would hinder some clients from taking me seriously and any proof of my substance as an advisor could only bridge that bias. He suggested I look into the Humphrey Institute at the U of M which had its own prestige and he would use his network of professor friends, including a couple at Georgetown, to add to my pool of advisors and possible short internships for summer projects or whatever. 

"Then he looked at my brother equally surprised at his acceptance of my decision and asked if it would be possible for him to move into the house as well."

"He wanted to be sure I got the support I needed," Steve explained, "telling me I shouldn't be alone during my recovery."

Carol chuckled. "I immediately said yes without consulting you, Maya."

"You knew I'd say yes," Maya grinned back. "I like Steve. But of course that meant a bigger house."

"And Daddy actually offered to buy one for us and pay for Steve's interior reconstruction. He's selling our house on Minnetonka, one of the reasons he asked about Steve moving in with us, so he can share a condo with his new girlfriend."

"Not his fiancé?" asked Maya.

"Not likely," Carol smiled. "He said he's smart except for women and wives in particular, but with age comes wisdom. She's actually sweet and old enough for him for once and an empty nester like him with two kids off in college. She calls herself a bought woman, his mistress, since he's paying for the condo, but she actually needs the relief since school for her kids has strained her finances even with her ex helping. I guess both attend expensive east coast universities without scholarships and the woman wants them to be as free from loans as much as possible. Ironically she's the one woman I would love him to marry, and maybe if they stay together and get old together they'll tie the knot, but both have been through unhappy marriages and even unhappier divorces, so..."

"So she's his age?" asked Maya.

"Finally," Carol replied with a sigh. "He's definitely got a thing for younger bodies, the old goat, but with Janet he gets the best of both worlds. She's the manager and part owner of a successful swim and tennis club in Eden Prairie and uses the facilities religiously. In fact that's how they met; lust at first sight. And being of the same generation, they can actually talk as equals with equal histories. And she's really intelligent and a businesswoman to boot."

"But you refused his offer," Joe reminded her of the pre-tangent conversation.

"I'm not in school anymore, which was the excuse for the apartment, although it continued beyond that. It's time I grew up. But I guess I'm still Daddy's girl because, well, I'm no longer an intern, but a full fledged assistant's assistant. And Daddy compensates at the level appropriate to my position which is actually pretty fucking good for a research assistant and glorified gofer."

"So a fulltime job?" asked Joe.

Carol shook her head. "Not exactly. I do mostly research and I can do it over the internet. The University internet, actually invented at the U of M, is one of the earliest and most abundant sources for interconnection with various scholastic institutions and libraries, and with the World Wide Web blowing up, I've got the world on my keyboard. I'll be meeting with Harold, Daddy's assistant, maybe once a week face to face, but otherwise...It's still probably going to be a good forty hours, maybe more."

"So you have access to the University's computers?" asked Joe.

"What a brilliant question," Carol beamed, tousling his hair. "Tell me why you never went to college?" Joe shrugged. "Daddy got me a sort of independent study with one of his many influential friends, a sort of prequel to matriculating at the Humphrey Institute. That got me a part time job in the inter-library loan department which gives me access to that network on my time off as well as the other computers there."

"I'm sorry," Joe hung his head.

"Sorry? Why?"

"I never asked what you did during the day. It's like I don't care."

"You know I'm interning. We just never discussed the details. It's really no big deal. Joe. You obviously care. Look how you're taking this."

"I don't have a clue. About you and what you do and Maya and this house and the band and..." Joe's body went tight as a hard strung bowstring. 

Both his lovers having got used to it met each other's eyes behind his back. Both grinned. Maya nodded when Carol mouthed "massage." "Excuse us," Maya said to the others at the table. "Come on upstairs, Joe."

"Yes boss," Joe muttered.

Sometimes Joe cried when their massages loosened him up. Something in his tightness held deep psychological pain. Since Joe had no clue what that came from, no one did. This time tears gushed from his eyes. Sympathetic tears flowed from the tear ducts of his lovers.

When he finally relaxed and his favorite two people in the world laid their heads on his shoulders, their naked bodies pressing along his sides in his favorite position with them, a position common to blissful post coital calm, he muttered, "Why didn't I have a clue about all this?"

"Because we wanted to surprise you," Maya replied.

"It just shows the depth of our love for you, Joe," Carol added.

"Hunh?"

"There's so much to talk about with you," Carol explained. "You're so interested in everything, at least things not too frivolous. You have an encyclopedic mind."

Joe chuckled. "I actually read Dad's Encyclopedia Britannica from beginning to end."

"I'm not surprised," Carol echoed his chuckle.

"I actually remember a lot of it, especially the more compelling pictures. And I got through most of Webster's three volume dictionary before a girlfriend decided that was too weird for words so to speak. I told you I was crazy, Maya."

"I had an uncle who read a huge dictionary," Maya replied. "A brilliant man. Although actually I'm not sure he finished it either. He had the book on a pedestal with a bookmark about two thirds the way through last time I saw it. Being the top contract lawyer for the largest talent agency in the world made him anything but nerdy as your stupid girlfriend implied. Or crazy."

"So I guess we had better things to talk about than our mundane lives," Carol completed. "At least much more entertaining."

"But..."

"And I really did want to overwhelm you on your birthday," said Maya. "And besides, our band needed the rehearsal before I exposed it to you. And you needed practice as well."

"Not enough I guess."

"We'll talk to Connie about that. You'll like her."

"But not too much," Carol warned, squeezing his erection with a bit too much pressure.

"Ow."

"Sorry," Carol said matter-of-factly.

"Why should you worry, Carol?" Joe asked.

"She's gorgeous."

"No one's as gorgeous as either one of you." That escalated the attention both ladies gave his penis. He felt two sets of lips share it, and two wondrous tongues. 

--to be continued-- 



Out of the Burlap Ch. 04 & Conclusion



NOTE: Things get intense in this part. I felt that the trauma that caused Joe's burlap condition had to be incredibly painful to produce such painful and long lasting repercussions. It's a cruel and horrific moment, but I thought it necessary to the story. Just wanted to warn you. --max

Part IV

As it turned out, his ladies should have worried. When Joe saw Consuela Mufti in spotlight with a cello between her knees playing the string quartet she had composed beginning her incredible recital, the naturally deep tanned skin of her soft oval face framed by raven black hair that ended as if pointing at her full breasts filling a silky deep maroon shirt that barely contained them, the face shining with a compellingly sweet beauty despite the slight contortion taut with concentration, she seemed to exude a glow beyond the hot spotlight that reflected off her, an internal glow, an aura the orange red color of persimmons. He was spellbound and remained so throughout the solo that followed the string quartet and the chamber orchestra piece she conducted concluding the recital; all her compositions.

Adding the awesomeness of her music to her awesome beauty completely floored him. 

At first he thought the music oceanic in its sort of undulating bed with great swells, but realized it more resembled a landscape of fiery coals that licked up unexpected flames or popped explosively. She used sliding notes similar to the great contemporary Greek composer Xenakis, but with more control; less random. In the group pieces what seemed unharmonious, like the melody and rhythm centered music of her father's India that never embraced Western harmony, would suddenly find surprising mixes of thirds or fifths or more jarring harmonies as the sliding notes would somehow join together, often in the shorter slides that created that sort of bed that Joe had misinterpreted as ocean. The solo piece also full of sliding notes but with plucking on occasion, had a structure of lovely sparseness framing a long passage of frenetic, incredible playing, true tour de force stuff, that, after the last echo of a final pluck resonating surprisingly, made him realize, despite the contrasts of speed and slowness, that the piece had held a thematic melody resonating with him far longer than the final note and the silence that ended with an explosion of applause.

He didn't know what to say to her afterwards. It's like what he would imagine would happen if he were to meet one of his heroes: Daevid Allen or Mark Rothko or Thomas Pynchon or Gandhi (to be Indian about it, her father being from India). Surprisingly though, he didn't feel tense. Perhaps it was his ladies beside him or her warm deep brown eyes and sweet, kind face.

"That was incredible," he told her amongst the small throng of fans greeting her backstage. He offered her more to weigh her down--her arms had been filled by roses and other lovely flowers--though his was a different sort of offering: rosemary and mint. The smell had pleasured his nose throughout the performance though for some reason he smelled persimmon as well. She still emanated that color, but only faintly.

"You must be Joe," she murmured, smiling broadly, her eyes lit by post performance excitement and shining with surprising moisture. Surrounded by Maya and members of the band must have clued her in to his identity. Despite the throng, she seemed to have eyes only for him. "I've heard you have a great knowledge of music and are not one to give out praise when undeserved." She actually bowed her head before claiming his eyes with hers again. "Thank you."

Finally her eyes lit on the others, catching Barb's and that infectious smile that increased her own.

"That was great, babe," said Barb.

"Thanks," she giggled most enchantingly. "Give me half an hour or so to change. I'll meet you guys outside the stage door." With a last glance that held a moment, she actually winked at Joe before receiving more well deserved praise from the small throng. And more flowers.

Dinner proved even easier for Joe being in the company of the lovely half Indian and half, well, Indian (of the Mexican, perhaps ancient Mayan extraction) musician, Consuela. It reminded him of the inauguration of his threesome relationship with Carol and Maya at the Moosehead after the premiere dance performance the year before. At first it seemed an intimate bubble had formed as it had then around the two of them. But the bubble expanded to include his two lovers. Connie seemed to encourage that. At the same time, much to Barb's consternation, Connie hardly noticed her sitting in the seat beside her despite Barb's attempt at conversation, gaining rarely more than one or two word responses. Eventually Barb shrugged and shifted her attention to her two lovers.

"Do you mind me calling you Consuela? It's such a lovely name and therefore appropriate," Joe asked her.

"Such a silver tongued devil, isn't he ladies?" Consuela chuckled.

"I guess he has his occasional moments," Maya smirked.

"They're memorable in their rarity," Carol added.

"Thanks," Joe murmured though chuckled along with the three ladies' giggles.

"It's my name, Joe," she responded, avoiding smugness when she added, "It wouldn't bother me in the slightest."

"Good. So why play in a lowly rock band? You obviously have great skills playing classical and contemporary compositions. And I found your compositions...well... brilliant."

"Thanks," Consuela blushed charmingly at the complements. "But choices in the profession, especially the composing part, are few and far between. It's even worse than writers. How many poets live on their publishing?"

"Few."

"Maybe five or six that I can think of still alive," said Carol.

Consuela nodded. "In that highly artistic realm of writing, many survive on teaching the next batch in improving their own unmarketable skills. The same looms for me and my young colleagues."

"Speaking of teaching," Maya interrupted, "Joe needs lessons to play electric bass. We'll pay whatever your fee is teaching kids if you have the time."

"Sure," Consuela smiled. "I have lots of time since school's done. I could always use another student." Her grin broadened. "And I think I'll enjoy it."

"Me too," Joe grinned back. "But what about your playing? There must be orchestras out there that could use your skills."

Consuela sighed. "Sure, it's a highly skilled profession taking years of obsessive training to hone talent into a competitive gleam unlike say a naturally talented poet..."

"Or a rock bassist," Joe added.

"Right, but even though there's a hell of a lot less of us competing, there's not a lot of positions being filled and there's enough of us at my level to make finding such a position in the realm of the unlikely."

"So, just like a rock band," Maya suggested, "you create your own position."

"Actually I'm hoping that may be happening," Consuela replied thoughtfully. 

"The string quartet?" Joe guessed. And when Consuela nodded, he added, "I thought you four meshed beautifully, almost intuitively."

"Thanks. Stop with the complements already. You'll give me a big head."

Joe shrugged, "Only what you deserve. I can tell you know your talent, but I don't see it going to your head. You're too grounded. Being confidant is certainly no flaw. In fact in terms of creativity, it's necessary. So you guys are sticking together?"

"I think so. We're going to try to meet at least once a week. You see, we've rehearsed and played together all through the year. All four of us compose music and play each other's music in various permutations, sometimes with others playing their instruments in the composers' workshop we've been attending together for the past school year."

"So you're all composers!" Joe spouted enthusiastically, an idea popping in his head.

"Uhm, yeah," Consuela chuckled. "It's why we chose to call ourselves the 'Eclectic Quartet'. All four of us compose differently. Actually we're debating the name, with the alternative being 'EQ' because we could assign the 'E' different words such as 'Ecstatic' or 'Electric' or 'Exotic' or 'Effervescent' or whatever depending on the performance.

"Cool," said Carol

"Yeah," both Joe and Maya agreed.

Consuela shrugged. "Again who knows if there'll be any shows for us beyond this recital which happened to be our debut for an audience."

"Do you have recordings of your work?" Joe asked her, still a bit excited. "I mean all four of your quartet's compositional work?"

"Of course," Consuela grinned.

"I know someone who might give you a chance to perform for an audience."

"Who?" asked Maya.

"Randy," Joe replied looking at Carol whose face tightened with a cute wrinkle between her eyes before she relaxed and smiled slightly and nodded.

"He's always looking for new music," she said. "And dancing to those sliding notes..."

"Sensual, just the way you like it," Joe chuckled.

"I'll bring the tapes to our first class," Consuela smiled. "Sunday afternoon?"

"It'd have to be after 4:30. I work that day."

"Five it is."

"Cool," said Carol. "I'll cook dinner."

"And we can rehearse after dinner," Maya decided. "If that works for you Barb?"

"Hmm?" Barb responded. Despite Consuela's surprising and disappointing snub she had kept half an ear to her conversation. "Oh yeah. I should be done by eight at the Modern."

"I'll be there," said Consuela. "Oh, and Joe, as far as slumming playing rock, I love to do it. It's fun."

Joe saw the sparkle in her eyes revealing the truth in her words. They shared a laugh.

When the dinner ended, everyone going Dutch paying for it, Joe sensed a longing to continue the shared conversations between him and his ladies with Consuela, but exhaustion overwhelmed her. She looked paler despite her dark skin and her eyelids drooped. After a beguiling body stretch that accentuated her full bust accompanied by a lengthy yawn, she hugged the ladies and Joe, leaving him for last and longest. "I'd love to continue our conversation," she whispered into his ear, "but..."

"I understand," he whispered back, his cock swelling at the thought of her interest in him which she could feel at her belly and she pressed into it and subtly rubbed it. Their eyes connected briefly when their bodies separated. The connection seemed to linger afterwards like a bright flash of light in a dark room.

*****************

"Thump thump. Thump thump." Joe plucked his bass in the easiest of configurations, or at least so he thought. Just four simple notes from John Coltrane's exquisite composition, 'A Love Supreme'. And yet being so close together made the notes somehow harder to hit in proper rhythm or with any resonance.

Consuela's choice had surprised him. 

When she arrived and they went into the basement, Joe enjoying the sight of her voluptuous butt moving down the stairs in front of him, her jeans tight enough to reveal the mesmerizing shifting, she sat and watched Joe attach his bass cord to his amplifier and tune it. She looked pleased watching him almost as much as it pleased him seeing her and her soft, sweet face and shapely body.

"Show me what you got, Joe," she requested.

He had never played any of Chris Squires' riffs without the recording accompanying him, but he had played them enough, copied the Yes bassist enough, that he thought he could play solo. He did remember the notes, his mind imagining playback in the room that only actually had the sounds of his bass. With only that sound, he realized he kind of sucked at it. It just didn't flow. But it was busy.

Unlike the Coltrane.

"Okay," she smiled after he bashed through the solo. Pulling out her cello, she bowed those four notes. Thoughts of envying the cello so intimate between her legs quickly evaporated from Joe's head when he heard them.

"A Love Supreme?" Joe muttered.

"If I'm satisfied with your playing," she told him with a smirk, "you can accompany me when I play Coltrane's solo intro and the fist few lines."

"You know his solo?" Joe asked her in wonder.

She grinned and nodded. "Try," she said and gave him the key.

She let him struggle with it for a good (or bad) fifteen minutes.

"Wow. Why so hard?" he finally asked.

"It's the attack and release. How you strum the string and when it's strummed just enough to produce the note and no more. Watch my fingers on the fret board."

He got a little better after he watched, but still struggled.

"Good," she said. "But you need to relax."

At that word he laughed tightly and tightened his body even more. The burlap effect for the first time playing the bass had taken over completely. He strained to say, "But I have to press hard enough to hold the string down. That takes muscular tension."

"True, but the moment you release that note, you need to let it free so to speak. It's like that for pretty much every instrument needing to be struck." She stood and carefully rested her cello against the seat of the chair. "Let me show you at the most basic."

He followed her to the drum set where she grabbed one of Barb's drumsticks and demonstrated the difference between leaving the stick on the skin after the strike and lifting it swiftly away. "Try it," she asked him, letting him sit where she had sat. When he settled in, she began notice the way he moved as stiff as an old man whose back curved from the weight of years.

"What's wrong Joe? Where's your graceful movement?"

"I...get tense," he replied, holding the stick much too hard.

"Everyone gets tense."

He chuckled tightly. "I get extra tense. I didn't expect this. I feel so comfortable around you. And I feel at ease when playing bass. I guess...I wanted to impress you with my ability even as a beginner and..."

"Look at me Joe. Wow you really are tense. And you get like this a lot?"

"Unh-hunh," he replied, a corner of his mouth lifting tightly in a pathetic half smile. "Not as often lately and not...this bad for awhile. I'm sorry."

"How long has this been happening?" she asked him.

"Since I was a kid. Since I can remember."

"Something happened to you, Joe. Something happened before memory, like before you were four or five. Something incredibly traumatic."

"Maya suggested the same thing," Joe nodded tightly. "She said she looked inside herself when she loses her temper and sees scenes involving her father, a sort of Elektra complex sort of thing of seduction to get her way when she just started getting sexual."

"The same thing happened to me," Consuela admitted with difficulty. "I mean the tightening up." She seemed to want to hold the next words back as if the words were a roped calf restrained at its kicking feet. "I was...raped."

The word struck him at his diaphragm taking his breath away. Someone robbed this sweet and peaceful young lady of her innocence. Who could be so cruel?

"A man I trusted," she seemed to answer his thoughts, "even had a crush on him in my stupid youth. I couldn't even speak his name afterwards let alone accuse him. I got tight like you and nervous and got stomach aches to the point of hospitalization, but of course no one could figure out what was wrong until a psychologist interviewed me. She referred me to another psychologist and she referred me to a woman who specialized in hypnosis."

"All women?" Joe noticed.

Consuela nodded. "They had to be. Men freaked me out." She actually chuckled. "It worked. I relived it and understood my victimhood and the particularity of the man." She shuddered. "He was no longer every man." Consuela looked up at Joe. "I still feel more comfortable in the arms of women. You know Annie was once my lover?" Joe nodded. "Sometimes I get tight again and I self-medicate in a way hypnotizing myself. It's a meditative process."

"Could you hypnotize me?" Joe asked.

"I'm no doctor," Consuela objected. "I could do more harm than good."

"Let Maya and Carol know. They can help restrain me if I get wild and crazy, bring out the net and send me to the loony bin."

"I don't think you'll get violent, but you could actually go nuts." She paused and smiled. "You know I'm attracted to you."

"I am too, which is weird since I'm fully satisfied by two incredible women."

"I think that's why I allowed the attraction. I knew you didn't need to...have me."

"I'm safe."

"In a way. You're awfully tall and I can tell you're strong. I mean you could easily overwhelm me physically."

"I would never..."

"Maybe I want you to, but in a loving way? I don't know. It doesn't hurt that I find Carol and Maya sexy. But I'm not as lesbian as I seem to be. I am attracted to men more. Only they scare me too. Maybe that's why I flirted with Barb and Steve. I had learned he was sort of safe, weak sexually and all that, and I found his admittance to his impotence eased my fear considerably. It's very brave of him, so anti-masculine or something. But I find you much more attractive. Of course you're taken. Of course I knew that." She chuckled. "I wanted to borrow you from your lovers, Joe, to get permission to...experiment. Except...I never felt jealousy from them. They actually like me."

"What's not to like?" Joe smiled; his tension easing. He noticed. "Well done."

"Hmm?"

"You changed subjects. You avoided hypnotizing me."

"Did I?" she smiled coyly. Immediately afterwards she became serious. "I can give you the hypnotist's number."

"I prefer you. I trust you."

"Joe."

"Go get Maya and Carol. Do you have the equipment you need?"

"I can make do. You sure?" she asked. He could sense her excitement overcoming her trepidation.

"Definitely."

**************

She used a small metronome to focus his mind. He got lost in it. He heard her gentle voice.

"I know you're relaxed, but I need you to feel the tension again. You feel frustrated. You can't hit that note on your bass. You can't impress me. Let your mind explore. Follow the tension to its source. Keep following it. Find the source. Have you found it?"

Joe dully answered, "Yes."

"That's great. Listen to it. Do you hear anything?" When Joe nodded she asked, "What do you hear."

"A...scream."

Consuela paused, swallowing her fear. "What kind of scream?"

"Very high pitched. Like a young girl. No a boy. Young. Barely walking. And there's grunting. Excited grunting."

"Go back in your vision. Trace it back a few moments."

"We're so happy playing in the muck. It's cold but we don't care. We barely notice it."

"Who is with you?"

"He says his name like it is the most wonderful fun. 'Jeff!' He bounces everytime he says it. And my name, 'Joey!' with excitement, with a kind of affection. I'm there to play with him unlike Mommy and Daddy who soothe him or he needs them or something. Where's Mommy? She left us telling me to watch out for my brother. 'Okay Mommy.' We're bundled up like two round balls from head to foot. It's cold. The muck attracts us like bees to flowers. He squeaks his delight. It leaks out from the pigpen. 'Look Joey! Let's play.' I don't like pigs. They're scary and noisy and ugly. I figure Jeff feels the same. He doesn't. He follows the muck under the fence. 'Good piggy.' He reaches up to pet the snout. The pig's teeth grabs on to his tiny hand, squealing and snorting, overexcited. Jeff screams which just seems to excite the giant monstrous pig even more. Another hog joins in. It's mouth squeezes at the source of Joey's scream. I am petrified. 'Mommy!' I want to scream, but I can't. I want to reach out and pull my little brother away, but I can't. I can't! Then my mother screams an adult scream. 'Jeffrey!'"

Joe hears a soft unsteady voice. It lures him away from the horror. "You're in your mother's warm and strong and comforting arms. She murmurs to you, 'It's not your fault. Things happen. Terrible things happen.'

"But I showed him the muck. I lured him to it and to his death."




Out of the Burlap Ch. 04 & Conclusion



"No you didn't. You couldn't stop him. You couldn't stop it. It's not your fault. You're older now, Joe. Months have passed. You sit beside your mother. You can still see her grief but its less."

"'I'm sorry, Mommy. I should have stopped him.' Her tears well up again. I hate it when she cries. She blames herself. 'That stupid phone call,' she says. 'I should have let it ring. I can't even remember...Mary Johnson wanted to chat about something... something to do with her daughter whining about some dress she just had to have. And for that I lose my baby.'

"'I thought he was afraid of the hogs. Who wouldn't be? You hate me.'"

"?I love you. You are my only son now because of a moment of foolishness. Just a moment never to be redeemed.'

"'Just a moment.'

"'Just a moment. We need to move on. We need to forget. Forget you ever had a brother. Forget I ever lost my son. You're my only son, my angel, my youngest, my baby.'

"'Your only son,'" Joe murmured. "'Your only son.'"

"Listen, Joe," a sweet voice broke through his memory. "Return to now, to your beautiful new home, to the basement surrounded by those you love. In your fine adult mind you remember that very early memory. You remember your brother, his enthusiasm, his cuteness. And you remember his terrible death. And you realize it's not your fault. It's not your mother's fault. Things happen. Terrible things. But we all move on. We have to. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Joe murmured without emotion. "I understand."

"When I snap my fingers twice, on the second snap you'll awake feeling calm and refreshed like you've just finished a really great nap. Wake up Joe." Consuela snapped her fingers twice.

Joe found himself embraced on two sides by his two beautiful lovers. Tears streamed down their faces. He kissed each kneeling woman, feeling the heat of their emotions on their lips. He looked up at the beautiful sweet face of Consuela also crying. "Can I get some sugar?" he asked her, his own eyes filling and a tear sliding from the left eye.

"Oh Joe," Consuela muttered and surprised him by straddling him. 

By the time their lips joined together his long strong arms pulled her into him. He felt his jeans tightening at the groin as her groin squished against it.

"Now that's some sugar," he said when the lips finally separate. All three ladies laughed through their tears. He became quickly serious. "I need to call my mom."

Consuela nodded and smiled a heartbreakingly sweet, sad smile and lifted herself off his lap.

****************

"Hi Mom."

"Hi Joe. Everything okay?"

"I'm fine, Mom. Tell me about Jeffrey." Joe could hear her inhalation as she paused,

"You remember?"

"I got help remembering."

"I wanted you to forget."

"I know. It didn't help."

"When you get all tense?"

"Unh-hunh. You could have brought me to someone."

"Your dad didn't want that. And I...I was afraid."

"You thought his death might be causing it."

"You were like that when I found you."

"What...Is there a marker for him?"

"You know we don't stand on ceremony. You know that big maple tree on the back left of the yard?"

"You can't miss it."

"We got it when it was not much bigger than Jeffrey when he...and we planted it where we buried his ashes."

"So he's there all the time for you."

"Unh-hunh." Joe could hear her sorrow.

"So you haven't forgiven yourself."

"Not really."

"You should."

"Why should I. If I hadn't..."

"Things happen, Mom. Terrible things. We all have to move on."

"I keep moving on," she chuckled. "It doesn't hurt so much, like a shadow of a pain, but it's there. I think it always will be. I talk to the tree you know."

"No I didn't."

"It used to be often, but now it's twice a year at his birthday and...the day he died."

"So you don't blame me?"

"I never blamed you. You were so young."

"Never?"

"Maybe for an instant, but you're my lovely son. I look at you now just like I looked at you then and all I see is a good soul. I'm proud of your goodness, Joe." She unexpectedly chuckled. "We were a couple of real sad sacks for awhile there Joe. I mean I never saw a sadder little boy. But we had a chat and resolved some things."

"I remembered that too."

"Unh-hunh. How?"

"Hypnosis."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"So you're feeling better?"

"For now. Consuela says it won't totally cure me or anything, but it will help."

"Consuela?"

Joe changed the subject. "So I forgot him after that conversation."

"Not right away, no. You'd dream about him. I heard you shout his name."

"Oh."

"Yeah. But that stopped after awhile and I guess you forgot him. We got rid of all the pictures in the house except some we've stashed."

"I'd like to see them."

"Of course."

"What did you do with the hogs?"

"Your dad killed them and had them slaughtered pretty much right away. It actually helped in a way. Revenge I guess."

"And what happened to your relationship with Dad?"

"It got rocky, that's for sure. Just like that shadow of pain it still reverberates. We lost some closeness. But he's my best friend. That will never end."

"And you're his."

"Unh-hunh. When are you coming to visit? It's been since..."

"Christmas."

"I miss you."

"Soon."

"When?"

"I'll get back to you on that."

"And bring your friend Myra."

"Maya."

"Sorry. She's an interesting lady."

"She is that," Joe chuckled. "And maybe another friend."

"Sure."

"Bye Mom. I love you."

"Love you too sweetheart. Bye," she sniffled.

****************

Once he settled the phone into its cradle he looked around and noticed no one in his vicinity. He found no one in the basement either.

"Where is everyone?" he shouted.

"Upstairs!" came a female voice.

Joe scampered up the back steps and quickly opened his and his ladies' bedroom door. What he saw inside surprised the hell out of him.

"What's going on?' he asked.

All three ladies laid on the California king bed, his girlfriends on their sides surrounding Consuela who lay on her back. Her tight jeans had been removed and her shirt opened revealing matching deep crimson bra and panties. She had a small pooch of a tummy that worked well with her overall voluptuousness, and a small a ruby gleamed from her bellybutton. Her deep tan skin looked soft and inviting. His girlfriends remained fully dressed except for their bare feet.

"How's your mom?" asked Maya.

"Good," he answered distractedly. "She invited us up to the farm. I suggested I would be bringing Carol."

"Cool," said Carol.

"What's going on?"

His girlfriends giggled. Consuela looked nervous yet she smiled sweetly at him. "Please," she said, reaching her arm over Carol. Joe took the offered hand and let her pull him over her. His girlfriends scooted off the bed giving him plenty of room to rest between brown and shapely legs.

"She wants to be alone with you," Carol told him.

"And you're okay with that?"

"We'll join the fun later," Maya explained with a giggle before his ladies left him with Consuela, Carol shutting the door behind her.

"Consuela?"

"I need you to kiss me Joe. Kiss away my nervousness."

The softness of her lips thrilled him. He had never experienced such softness. Her skin too was beautifully soft and giving. He began with a couple of light kisses before pressing his lips deeper and harder against hers but retaining some gentleness. But when her tongue reached into his mouth and touched his tongue, the spark intensified his passion several fold. His hands slid between the cloth of her opened shirt and the skin of her back feeling the smoothness and the give, pulling her against him.

"Wow," Consuela grinned, her eyes sparkling when the kiss ended. No more fear could be seen.

"Yeah," said Joe.

She pulled at the bottom of his t-shirt. He knelt to pull it off. She sat up and removed her shirt, tossing it aside just as he did his. He began leaning forward, but she pushed him back and embraced him and kissed him. His legs straightened up as hers enveloped his hips. 

"Undo my bra," she breathed.

While he did so smoothly, she reached down and unbuckled his belt. "Take off the bra, Joe," she murmured.

"So beautiful," he murmured at the sight of her full, dark, youthfully firm breasts capped with even darker silver dollar sized areolas and stiff eraser sized nipples of a reddish brown hue. His head immediately lowered to taste them, lips sliding across crinkling areolas before nipping the nipples, one after the other.

"Mmm," Consuela hummed while struggling with the button of his jeans.

"Let me help you with that," he smiled, taking over, though her fingers remained touching his fingers. 

Once undone she moved back and knelt. "Stand up, Joe," she commanded gently. He did so, his legs spread balancing on the mattress as she unzipped him. He had to narrow the spread to allow her to pull down his jeans. He kicked them off his foot and off his bed.

"So big," she murmured touching the tenting cock pressing inches from his loins the cotton fabric of his sky blue boxers. The tenting increased as her hands delicately explored the shaft and the glans. She placed her face against it so that her mouth could embrace his plum, lips squeezing it gently.

"Ooh," he moaned.

"Sit, Joe," she murmured, and they returned to the earlier position this time feeling the exultant touch of naked torsos pressing and subtly rubbing together. Her hands wandered across his back. One of his explored her back too while the other slid between torsos and weighed her full, resilient breasts. Her hands caressed lower until they encountered the waistband of his boxers and slid underneath. Clasping his tight little buttocks, she pulled him against her.

He felt the dampness and the heat of her slit as it crushed against his stiffness, riding its length. Hips shifted, glutes tightening and releasing as they began a slow fucking motion thrilling both of them. Her hands enjoyed the pulse of his ass muscles and his enjoyed hers with a tight squeezing grip. He couldn't help sliding fingers between her ample buttocks, soft yet taut beneath the layer of softness. Fingertips slid across her rosebud until they found the slippery folds of her slit.

"God," she moaned, quickening the pace of the faux fuck and pressing harder downwards. "Mmm," she hummed when his fingers slid higher encountering the crown of her pussy and brushing across her clit. Fingers stayed there and rubbed. 

He watched her face, seeing the increasing of pleasure in her eyes and mouth and hearing the quickening and deepening breaths. She looked like she was reaching heights of bliss when he lowered his head, capturing a nipple and carefully nibbling on it with his lips and then his teeth.

"Too much," she told him and he eased off, circling the abused nipple with his tongue which she approved. "God," she moaned.

She seemed on the edge of climax as their genitals rubbed together frantically when she eased off and pulled away. "Lie on your back," she murmured. Once he did she pealed away his boxers, her eyes looking amazed at his largeness bouncing free. Her fingers touched it and explored it. He moaned and sighed at her attention especially when she rubbed the ridge of his glans.

"Not fair," he uttered. "I should get to explore."

"Not yet," she responded with a giggle. "I'm not done yet exploring. I do not wish any distractions"

"Harumph."

"Be patient." She pulled his thighs open and brought fingers to his balls.

"Gentle," he warned.

"Okay," she giggled. He decided he loved her giggles, so childlike and innocent, so sweet.

"What do you think?" he asked her.

Rubbing the head again, she said, "Such a formidable weapon. Such potential for destruction."

"We can wait," he suggested.

"I have no desire to wait. I know you're gentle. You'll be gentle."

"I promise."

She kissed the tip and licked the slit of his glans making him moan which caused another marvelous giggle. "Unless I don't want you to be," and she placed the glans into her mouth, her tongue swirling all around it.

"God!" he moaned.

When she released his cock from her lips and her hands, he already missed them. Standing unsteadily she removed her panties revealing a dark haired bush trimmed along the edges to prevent hairs to appear past the edges of her panties or swimsuit or whatever, but still rather full. "I hope you're bringing that to me," he said.

She giggled and straddled his face. He began digital examination of her damp and dripping pussy, full lipped and sweetly fragrant while she continued sucking his cock and rubbing it. When he at last lashed his tongue from bottom to top of her slit, she reacted by pressing her teeth against his sensitive shaft.

"Ow. No teeth, Consuela," he told her.

"Sorry."

"S'okay."

"Won't happen again, I promise."

"I know," he told her and returned to his lingual examination circling ever inward.

"Mmm," she hummed appreciatively on his glans, the vibrations appreciated by Joe as well. "Ooh," she crooned when his tongue lapped across her clit. "Aah," she moaned when his tongue tip danced on it. "God!" she exclaimed when his lips surrounded it and he sucked gently and the tongue tip quickened its motions. He kept at it until her writhing shifted his target away and then back to his mouth. Instead of holding her still he used her shifting to stroke across her clit as it passed. This only increase the writhing. He could feel her tremble and the undulating stopped.

"Joe!" she moaned loudly and immediately lifted her beautiful, sweet pussy away from him. "Put it on," she ordered desperately, grabbing the extra large sized condom packet he hadn't notice on the bedside table and ripping it open, handing him the rolled up rubber. She studied the way he rolled it on without effort before she straddled his hips, took his cock from him, aimed the tip at her center and slowly descended. "Yes!" she exclaimed as he felt the pressure of the narrow opening slide past his glans.

"You're so tight," he murmured.

"I...can tell," she giggled roughly.

"Any pain?"

"Feels...incredible. Lots of...pressure...but...good. So good."

He helped her, holding her full buttocks, as she lowered gradually; an inch and a half in and an inch out until, finally, their pubic bones pressed together. She was deeper than even Carol, not a hint of her cervix. 

Both Joe and Consuela had watched the disappearance of his cock with absolute focus. He almost laughed at the thrilled grin she gave him when they succeeded. She looked so adorable and so gorgeous he had to kiss her. A moment of resistance when he began pulling her body down ended when she sensed his intentions. "Oh Joe," she muttered before their mouths met ecstatically. It was a messy, wide open kiss with tongues tangling in a wrestling match. His hands swept across the smooth skin of her back as her fingers combed through his hair. His hands continued southward until they claimed each buttock, spreading them, pulling them up and down, beginning the subtlest of fucks.

Again he nearly chuckled at her wide eyes when their eyes opened after the kiss. Her grin matched his as she went with the subtle shifting of cock in cunt and the delicious rubbing of pubic bones. "Mmm, so good," she muttered.

"Incredible," he agreed.

"I never thought...a cock would feel...so good. Everywhere you rub inside feels like shockwaves. Make me cum, Joe. Make me cum. Make me cum."

As she repeated, the fuck became more heated. She lifted higher and crushed down harder quickening with each stroke. Keeping her lower back low she arched her upper back so he could enjoy pleasuring her nipples with his lips and tongue. Only a couple minutes from their complete joining had her bouncing fast on top of him and he thrust up against her. The coup de grace came when he slipped his middle finger between their abdomens and vigorously rubbed her clit.

Heavy breathing, still containing her demand with each exhalation, ended abruptly as her eyes, mouth and nostrils widened. All of her motion ended as she pressed her loins hard against him mashing his finger, but he didn't care. He pressed that finger forcibly against her clit while his hips bounced her rigid form as he too became overwhelmed by orgasm following hers by only three hard upward strokes.

"Joe!" she moaned loudly.

"Connie!" he roared.

"Fuck...Joe," her voice trembled along with the rest of her, the words emerging in a breathless whisper. "God. I love. You."

As his cock pumped out liquid ecstasy it felt surrounded by profound quivering and he felt his balls become awash in her own ecstatic liquids just as Joe's mind became awash in utter bliss that swept away all other senses.

When his mind retreated from that blissful state, it returned to sensibleness. "I love her too," he thought. "Why? How?"

"Thanks," he murmured. When she chuckled he asked what was funny.

"You just gave me an orgasm that beat all other orgasms to a pulp and you thank me?"

"Uhm...I meant for the hypnosis."

"You thanked me with your body and I welcomed you with mine," she answered him with a soft half grin revealed when she lifted her head, leaning on her elbows.

"You...are so beautiful," he gulped.

"You are too," she replied and then sighed when she felt his penis slip out. "I miss you inside me already. But Joe..."

"Hmm?"

"You should really see a specialist: a psychologist or my hypnotist."

"Probably. But I'm thinking I could explore those memories when the tension comes again. It seemed to lessen it like a burden had been lifted. I didn't completely freak out or anything."

"It's sort of a meditative state, this hypnosis," she told him. "And I have learned meditation techniques that are a little more conventional."

"You seem to have become my teacher in other things besides bass playing."

She chuckled. "Those things will probably be a lot easier to teach you."

"I suck as a musician, don't I?"

"There are those that are blessed and those that are not. I have taught both kinds. The latter take more work to sound...uhm...pleasant should I say?" They both chuckled. "But we're talking bowed instruments here. An electric bass never sounds like squealing chalk." They both shivered. "I think we'll get you to relax into the attack, to get your tone to swing, but I'm afraid bass solos should probably be avoided."

"I got no problem with that." His smile met hers in a gentle kiss. When lips parted his loving smile shifted into a more serious expression as did his loving eyes. "Uhm, Consuela...," he began before being interrupted by giggling women entering the bedroom.

"You look well fucked," said Carol.

"That's an understatement," Consuela responded.

"I think we arrived just in time," said Maya. "Joe's worried."

The three ladies looked at Joe's tightening expression. The two clothed ones quickly stripped and joined the naked one on the bed, surrounding Joe. At first Maya and Carol sat at Consuela's sides, Consuela sitting up as well, her damp pussy pressing down warmly on Joe's hairy pubic bone. His old lovers leaned into Consuela, each gripping a pendulous, weighty breast, their wrists touching as they chose the breast farthest from them. Consuela glanced at Maya whose mouth encroached on hers and met hers for a lengthy kiss lasting long enough for tongues to enter mouths. Carol, with a languid impatience, broke the kiss with a hand—the one that wasn't weighing a breast and caressing a turgid nipple with her thumb--turning Consuela's lips gently away from Maya's lips and leading them to hers for a kiss equal in length and quiet passion.

"Her lips are so soft," Maya murmured to Joe.

Barely nodding, Joe made his agreement with her statement more explicit with, "The most." Then the idea of suggesting his newest lover was somehow better than Maya worried him ending the calm his ladies' kisses had brought him. Maya silenced that worry by lying beside him and kissing him with the incredible intensity--no matter how gentle or hard she kissed him--she always brought to his lips. Her fingers traded one nipple for another as they caressed Joe's. The kiss lasted longer than Carol's and Consuela's kiss. 




Out of the Burlap Ch. 04 & Conclusion



When it ended and his penis had expanded in response to it furthered by Consuela pussy lips sliding over it, he qualified his comparative evaluation of Consuela's lips. "Your lips stir me the most, Maya. They seem to reverberate with passion that always brings my cock to life."

"I can see that," Maya giggled.

"And Carol, your lips sing to me, communicating every ounce of love you bring to me."

All four chuckled. "Did you note that down, Maya?" Carol asked. "I think Joe just created a love song."

"I can't help it," Joe grinned broadly. "I feel inundated by love." Again the grin disappeared. Like the tensing and releasing of muscles so familiar to Joe, it seemed his emotions kept moving from relaxed acceptance to tense worry. "Are you sure?' he asked ambiguously. 

The ladies understood his question and nodded. Further illustrating their understanding, Carol pulled Consuela off Joe and onto her back. Carol's mouth attacked the nipple her fingers had been exploring. After feasting on it and expanding it, Carol moved to the other nipple. 

Maya climbed over Joe to join Carol in the feast. Her focus seemed to shift completely towards Consuela. The two locked lips. Seemingly ever hungry for nipple pleasuring, Maya's fingers traded back to fondling Consuela's breast, twisting the saliva wetted teat.

Joe watched his established lovers bring sweet ecstasy to his newest lover only interrupting the voyeurism when he removed the used condom from his penis and got up to bring it to the toilet next door and flush it away. He immediately returned to watching. Without even touching it his cock got harder.

Carol's kisses had journeyed down Consuela's body, finally reaching the hot center. Lapping across those tender and thickening pussy lips dewy with fragrant nectar, she stopped and asked, "Do you need him covered, Consuela?"

"Hmm?" Consuela responded, her mouth occupied. She broke the kiss and breathlessly asked, "What?"

"Do you need Joe to wear a condom?"

"I'm not on the pill," Consuela explained.

"Do you want to be?" asked Maya.

"I used to be. It actually helped ease my cramping. But just the thought of it and what it represented...after the rape..."

"Rape?" both Carol and Maya exclaimed, tightening.

"Oh, I forgot I never told you. I told Joe, and with everything happening today..."

"It's why she understood my debilitating tension," Joe explained. "She had the same result from trauma. It's why she learned hypnosis."

"I trusted the man," Consuela spoke with remarkable calm. "He brutalized that trust. Joe...Joe was....is a cure."

"Why Joe?" asked Maya sliding her fingers across Consuela's forehead and combing through her dark thick tresses.

"It's partly you two and partly Annie. I hadn't seen her since she graduated. We'd been good friends and then lovers and then friends again while at school together. The lovemaking had been nice, but not very passionate; probably my fault. So I ended it, wanting our good friendship again. But when I caught the rehearsal of your band at MacPhail, we immediately restored our bond. I wanted to join the band as much to resurrect our friendship as to have fun playing Joe's and your songs. Annie and I started calling each other or meeting for lunch or dinner. She told me about her and Barb and Steve. It amazed me that she allowed a male into her bed so she explained about his impotency and his gentleness. I thought it might work for me as well, even more than her because I'm not a full fledged lesbian. I had fantasies still. I didn't necessarily dwell on them. To do so still disturbed me. But I'd get flashes of cock when glancing at an attractive man and it gave me insight into my sexuality. Was this my chance to explore these feelings safely?

"Problem was I wasn't all that attracted to Steve and though Barb is sexy as hell and I wouldn't mind sucking on her gorgeous tits or kissing across her soft pale skin, it wasn't enough to lure me into her arms."

"She wants you, you know," said Maya.

Consuela sighed. "I know. Very flattering, but...And like I said with Annie, it's strictly platonic the love I feel for her. Still I considered it, it being a safe way to encounter male flesh again. Only his impotence wasn't all that attractive. I wanted something big and stiff and hard to puncture through all that fear, but somehow in a way that didn't threaten me or bring back the trauma, you know?

"And then I saw you two looking all blissed out, all well fucked. I could just tell. Sometimes it would just be one of you and the other one would tease so warmly and lovingly it blunted any sense of jealousy despite the razor sharp wit. I could tell you both loved Joe and most importantly loved having sex with him. And it confused me even with Barb's and Steve's and Annie's similar relationship. That had sort of structure to it, a reason for its possibility. But you two are such strong women. What kind of man would it take to share your love? Someone even stronger than the both of you? Or someone so weak you could both take command of him? Neither possibility instilled interest, though I couldn't stop being interested because, well, unlike Annie and far beyond Barb, I was attracted to you. You're both so sexy and in such different ways. I figured whatever form your relationship took with Joe, he had to be a lucky son of a bitch."

The ladies laughed and Joe agreed, "I am."

Consuela's eyes met Joe's and they smiled sweetly at each other.

"I asked Annie to describe you, Joe. When she told me how tall you are, I imagined the kind of cock that might match that tallness. That got my juices flowing. And a cock that managed to please two sexy, horny women. Wow. I really wanted to meet that cock. But what kind of man carried such a cock? Annie didn't know you all that well nor the intimate details of your relationship with Maya. She'd never seen you with Carol. I'm sure she got suspicious when I wouldn't let it go, wanting any and all insights into your character and the way you were with Maya. When I confessed my attraction to you ladies and my almost obsessive desire to solve the mystery of your threesome, she laughed. I mean a full throated, full bodied laugh the likes I had never seen. Once she calmed down and brought up Barb's probable disappointment which I think hinted at hers as well, she talked about the loving glances and the Mutt and Jeff hugs and flashes of awe you both gave to each other and I knew you three loved each other on equal footing. I felt feverishly hot instantaneously, wanting, hoping, needing some way in.

"Problem was of course I had no desire to bust up an obviously devoted relationship. I wanted no part in hurting any of you, including you, Joe. I even considered the numerology of it, three being so much stronger than four. But oh did I want the chance to be with this man, to be with you, to feel your cock tear through my trauma, to bring me ecstasy instead of pain, love instead of rape." Consuela sniffled. "I don't know if it was to get to you through your lovers, but..."

"If it was, I don't mind," said Maya. "I loved our conversations."

"Me too," said Carol, kissing Consuela's inner thigh.

"Me too," Consuela smiled, kissing Maya gently but lovingly. "Ooh," she moaned when Carol tongued her from frenulum to clit. 

"Such a hungry little cunt," Carol murmured. "So pretty and so sweet like the rest of you." Her tongue circled the subject causing another moan.

"God," Consuela moaned when a tongue tip dabbed at her clit, her loins tightening and lifting. "Let me finish."

"Later, pretty little clitty," said Carol, addressing it, kissing it.

"Mmm, so yeah," Consuela started, taking in a deep breath. "We talked about other things, but half the time we talked about you, Joe, so I learned more about you and it only deepened my interest. I learned about your encyclopedic musical knowledge and I learned about your lithe and endless and graceful dancer's body. And I started to wonder if I was bound for disappointment with all these expectations when I finally met you. I mean obviously the opinions were biased, clouded by love and all.

"God I swear I had a little cum when I saw you standing before me, your arms carrying rosemary and mint for god's sake," she giggled. "And your eyes...so warm and gentle and...full of desire."

"I couldn't help it," Joe murmured with a tinge of guilt. "You enthralled me: your music and your...beauty. You could have commanded me and I would have had to obey."

"I wish I knew that. I would have pulled you into the dressing room and fucked you immediately. It's what I envisioned."

"Me too," Joe admitted, looking down shyly. Carol and Maya chuckled.

"Adorable, isn't he?" said Carol.

"Such a cutie," Maya added.

"Unh hunh," Consuela said and grabbed Joe's head and pulled. Joe figured out what she wanted and, leaning over Maya, kissed Consuela. The two enjoyed several light kisses before ending in a deep and heavy one.

"Mmm," Consuela moaned as Carol began her newest assault on her tender sex. Maya grabbed both of Consuela's darkly tanned and heavy and resilient tits, one with fingers and the other with lips.

Leaning against Maya, his ever growing cock slipping between her thighs and sliding against her wetting and heating cunt, Joe took hold of her own heavy tits caressing them and pulling and twisting the nipples while still connecting lips to lips with Consuela.

Consuela reached down and found his cock poking between thighs and caressed the head and lower, pushing his ever hardening flesh against Maya's cunt, fingers sliding along the edges of the shaft also sliding along Maya's opened labia. Only Carol remained unattended, although the flavor and perfume of Consuela's cunt thrilled her as she added fingers to her lips and tongue in pleasuring Consuela. 

With a lift of her head letting out a deep moan from the two pronged attack on her pleasure center, Maya surveyed the situation and saw Carol not receiving the proper attention that the rest of them received. "Consuela?" she said quietly.

Breaking the lengthy, passionate kiss and looking into Joe's soulful gray eyes, Consuela responded, "Yes?"

"Would you like to taste Carol's pussy?"

Giggling, Consuela answered, "Very much so."

"Goody," said Carol carefully shifting her tall lean body around to straddle Consuela mouth and lowering her cunt onto it. The others chuckled at her eagerness.

"She's hornier than I am," Maya explained to Joe while they retreated a couple inches to give Carol room to move.

"Hmm," Joe whispered into her nearby ear before pinching its flesh between his lips. "Hornier?"

"Well...equally horny."

Despite the shifting of positions, Consuela's hand remained on Joe's cock. In fact Carol had to negotiate her steps around Consuela's arm. And that hand only became more aggressive in its caresses of both Joe and Maya. "Put him in me," Maya requested. 

Feeling he had regained full stature and firmness, Consuela thought that a very good idea. She pushed against the head seeming to push Joe back into position, though Joe helped, and she placed it at the well prepared entrance to Maya's petite pussy. "Push," she simply said. 

He did as ordered entering into that ever tight slot he knew and loved so well, his favorite sheathe for his weapon truth be told. Though slippery with abundant lubrication manufactured by Maya's ever horny pussy, at least when sex reared its luscious head, it always provided a tight and lively fit for his cock to open up. And as always he took care in the opening. Even at his horniest, he rarely took immediate possession of that narrow space, always gradual, pressing against resistance until he found the cervix with nearly two inches to spare and measured it.

"God I love your cock," Maya murmured with a gasp. "It fills me so full. It sets me afire. Fuck me. Stoke the flames. Love me."

"I love you," he said, easing back to near exit before pressing forward with perfect easy force.

"Yes," Maya gasped. "Love...you...too," she added as his cock once again retreated.

As they fucked slowly and sweetly in a sort of sideways doggy style, Maya's upper leg lifted and bent at the knee to open her to the gentle assault, Consuela's fingers remained caressing the place in which Joe's cock slid in and retreated. Mostly she rubbed Maya's clit though she also enjoyed feeling that great shaft coated in Maya's juices slide back and forth. Sometimes she circled it with her hand which barely reached around it. She even noticed the bit of dryness at the base of his cock and actually brought some of the natural lubricant to wet it.

Joe's hands also remained where they were caressing Maya's breasts. And Maya remained sucking and pinching Consuela's breasts. Again Carol was left out, this time the tit caressing. Consuela realized this because neither of Carol's hands could be caressing her own nipples since they were busy stroking inside Consuela's pussy and, most surprisingly and intensely, inside her anus. Despite the exquisite, mind numbing pleasure being given her by Carol and Maya, Consuela consciously remedied this by dipping into the effluence of Carol's cunt, in fact adding some aggressive strokes of Carol's g-spot bringing Carol to the edge of climax, and her slickened fingers found those needy nipples and squeezed. "Harder," Carol told her breathlessly. When acting as ordered while intensifying the speed and pressure of her tongue and with a final big suck on Carol's clit, Carol became the first of the four to climax.

"Oh God!" she screamed into Consuela's cunt, stiffening and trembling and gushing out cum juice into Consuela's lapping mouth. Moments after, with Carol sucking at the crown of Consuela's cunt while lost in bliss, she triggered Consuela's own orgasm. And with all the moans of exquisite passion echoing in the room and Consuela pressing extra hard on Maya's clit without even realizing it, lost in stiffening orgasm, while Joe tripled the speed of his thrusts, Maya too reached an incredible climax with a simple and resounding "Fuck!"

Slowing his thrusts, though keeping the intensity, Joe milked Maya's orgasm for as long as possible. "So good," she murmured as it began its inevitable abating. Joe slowed to a stop, closing his eyes to concentrate completely on the shimmering action of Maya's tight, orgasmic cunt. Once it ended and Maya calmed, he slipped out of that wondrous hole, his cock pointing nearly straight up with a slight angle towards his head. All female eyes except Maya's--she still languished in her bliss--took in the beautiful sight of the shiny conquering weapon. Glancing down and seeing Carol transfixed by it, Maya suggested, "Go for it, Carol."

With a grin up at the sweet beauty new to her bed, Carol lovingly kissed the beautiful cunt she had ravished and lifted her body with remarkable grace off Consuela, stepping carefully over a still languid Maya who managed to look up at her and wink and finally stood above Joe, straddling him like the gargantuan statue that once straddled the Straights of Gibraltar. 

"Guide me in, Joe," she said, lowering her body. Gripping his cock at the base, his other hand pressed at her hot and swollen pussy, the middle fingers squishing inside to press along the top of her loving tunnel. Strong legs enabled a slow descent until she crouched above that favorite thick stick of flesh. "So good," she muttered as it began its entrance.

"So hot," Joe murmured back. Like Maya and her narrowness, Carol's cunt had a heat to it that Joe had never experienced. That and her Kegel muscles made Carol's a very close second to Maya's. Unlike Maya, Carol had no problem sinking all the way down in one motion until their pubic bones met and mashed together. Not that her walls were wide for easy entrance. Joe squeezed in. There was just enough pressure to bring friction to his glans. In fact, with the tip of his cock barely grazing her cervix, Carol's pussy seemed designed to fit Joe's cock perfectly.

As soon as he reached her depths her Kegel muscles went into action and he too pinched his sphincter to bring her some action. They moaned and chuckled, the chuckling furthering the interior play causing another moan. Carol leaned forward and kissed him. Lips separated and eyes opened. "I love you Joe," she said.

"I love you Carol," he returned.

They kissed again, staying with it while her butt lifted and fell, officially beginning the fuck. His hands captured her b sized tits still resiliently round hanging from her broad, lithely muscled chest. He squeezed the flesh, letting it slide through his hands until he squeezed her nipples, all gently done. She couldn't handle more until nearing climax.

It took nearly ten minutes to get there as the gentle fuck and caresses became faster and harder. By the end, with their lips separated allowing gasping breaths and their bodies shining with sweat, they smacked together at their groins nearly at the speed of applause and with nearly the same noise. Joe met her descent with upward thrusts at perfect synchronicity. No one could determine who set the pace. They seemed to mesh in some sort of telepathic agreement, though it was their bodies that communicated. 

As Joe pinched hard and twisted one nipple and carefully crushed the other with his teeth, Carol reached the height of heights of pleasure, her body inscribing an undulating wave just above his. On the edge himself, Joe bounced her with his thrusts, somehow even more rapid than before until he too stilled and arched and grunted out his explosive climax while his cock throbbed, pumping her full of his seed. A whole stream of liquid pleasure, both hers and his, drowned his pubic hair and his balls.

"Incredible," Carol barely murmured into Joe's ear.

"Amazing," said Consuela squeezing a tit of Maya's with one hand and the top of Maya's cunt with the other. Maya had just released Consuela nipple from her mouth and her own hand squeezed Consuela's cunt similarly as she lay on top of the Indian/Indian beauty both watching the intense fuck beside them. In fact each had reached a tiny yet appreciative orgasm in sympathy with their lovers' two grand ones. 

A few moments later Consuela wondered, "How's this going to work? I mean with three you get a mouth and a cock, but with four..."

"Good question," said Maya.

"Easy," Carol decided. "We take turns being the center of attention. When it's Joe's turn, the fourth can help Joe pleasure the other two."

"And when it's not Joe, we have the strap on," Maya pronounced causing a roomful of giggles and a manly chuckle.

"Even if it is," joked Carol adding intensity to the laughter.

"Definitely not," Joe objected, his anus tensing at the thought as if fighting off any future intrusion, but only his anus tensed.

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Somehow they managed to get out of bed. Two each shared showers with Consuela getting her first shower with Joe. It was a sensuous experience for both of them. She even managed to get him hard again, though neither remained long enough for completion. 

Making dinner was out of the question, so they ordered a couple pizzas, one veggie only of course while the other was molested by round slivers of pepperoni. Steve and Annie arrived at about the same time as the arrival of the pizza and the extra large pies soon disappeared. They chatted comfortably together. Even Consuela no longer a virgin, at least in experiencing the joy of a loving cock fucking her, only had a slight bit of tension with Annie continually eyeing her suspiciously. It built enough for her to pull Annie aside.

"You look different," Annie told her.

"Good different or bad different?"

"You look like something lifted off your shoulders. Good. You look really good."

"I did it."

"Did what?"

"I seduced him."

"Connie!"

"No. The girls let me. Did you look at them like you've been looking at me? What do they look like?"




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Annie grinned, loving to say, "Well fucked." She got more serious. "Joe looks different too, kind of like you do."

Consuela nodded and smiled though her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "I'll tell you later," she said.

"Okay," Annie said submissively.

"I should work on teaching Joe bass before Barb gets here."

"But I thought..." Annie grinned shyly. "Never mind."

"Yeah, lessons got interrupted." Walking back to the kitchen, the more casual and usual place to eat in the house, Consuela said to Joe, "Time for more chalk squealing before Barb gets here and we rehearse."

Both she and Joe shivered and chuckled. Getting up from the table and hugging her, he said, "It's your ears being tortured. I barely notice." Hand in hand they left the kitchen and went downstairs.

"What's going on?' asked Steve.

"We're now a quartet," Carol explained to her brother.

"Hunh?"

"Connie's joining us in our bed from now on," said Maya definitively.

"Oh. Barb's not going to like that."

"She'll get over it," said Maya. "What about you?"

"She's lovely, but I don't think she was ever interested. I thought she was gay."

"Nope," said Maya and Annie simultaneously.

"Definitely not," Carol smiled.

Conclusion

Two decades passed. Additions and subtractions happened to the foursome. The major subtraction occurred a little over a year after Consuela joined the others in their bed and their hearts. Three definitely proved to be stronger than four as Consuela had predicted.

During Carol's first business trip, the beginning of her peripatetic life that followed in her father's footsteps, she fell in love with a charming Spaniard with a thick body and cock. The others got to know that cock, albeit briefly, when it fucked Consuela ("I need one last cock I can trust to sweep away the rest of that rape," Consuela admitted. "We understand," said Joe, though Maya was more reluctant to accept it.) and it joined in double penetrating Carol, Joe fucking her ass. A one time thing because Consuela only needed it once and Joe ended up getting tight and uncomfortable during the double penetration.

But that burlap tightening ended up being a revelation. His cock remained stiff as he brought his two lovers to the shower, leaving Carol alone being fucked by her new husband. Also Joe's arms remained loving when they embraced Consuela as Maya knelt at their feet cleaning the dirt off his cock. Neither the embrace nor the cock remaining stiff had happened before. "And those burlap moments have gotten rare as well," said Consuela.

"Thanks to you, my love," Joe said, his grin much less tight.

"My pleasure," said Consuela proudly.

"Hey, it's my turn to be pleasured," said Maya, as usual getting the last word in. Her lovers abided her needs most intensely on the bed in Joe's office, Carol tearfully watching the final straw of her loss of them from the doorway to the bathroom; her sweet new man, her brand new husband, comforting her.

Additions included three daughters and a son. One daughter, her only child, came from Maya's womb, while the son and twin daughters emerged from Consuela. 

Plans for these children entering their lives occurred at the aftermath of the wedding of Carol and her Spaniard (only a month engagement because both gaining dual citizenship from it, both involved in international commerce, rushed it) which occurred in the romantic setting of a small Mediterranean coastal town near Barcelona. The newly reduced threesome discussed the future of their relationship in the privacy of their lovely Barcelona hotel room. That discussion surprised Joe, but pleasantly.

"I marry you first," said Maya while Joe fucked Consuela the morning after the wedding. "We conceive on our honeymoon like a good bride and groom. Nine months later: a baby."

"A couple years later," Consuela muttered, barely able to talk as she gently rode her lover, "you divorce Maya and marry me. Honeymoon. Conception. Baby nine months later. All legitimate."

The idea thrilled Joe more than he would have thought, and the fuck became hard and intense resulting in an earth shaking climax that followed Consuela's by seconds.

"You want just one baby?" he asked Maya once his breath had recovered.

"I figure with you conceiving it, the fetus will be a monster and they'll probably have to rip me open to get it out what with your big head and everything."

"Ew," said Consuela.

"So?" asked Maya.

"I'd love to get you two fat with babies," Joe grinned. "I can't imagine anything more beautiful. I just hope they're daughters because I want them as beautiful as you two and sons aren't supposed to be."

"Your sons would be," said Consuela before kissing him softly but deeply.

"Hey slut, give me some of that sugar." As usual, the old joke remained and Maya kissed Consuela first, thoroughly, before thoroughly kissing her man, the future collaborator for her baby's creation.

The Barcelona wedding also brought, through Carol's daddy's deep pockets, exposure to Europe of both EQ, Consuela's quartet, and Mad Jest, Joe and Maya's band (the band name coming from riffing on the two song collaborator's initials). Connections through Carol's news and through Carol's insistence had wedding guests able to create European tours for both groups even with the caveat Joe insisted on that a mini tour be created with both bands and Randy's Nordeast Dance Company combined. This odd combination had already been tested quite successfully in the Midwest, including Chicago and, most conspicuously at the famed First Avenue in Minneapolis where a rave review appeared in avant garde British music magazine, Wire.

Joe's negotiating and promotional skills had proven remarkable several times and only improved. While considering himself only a high school graduate and a lowly record store clerk who somehow managed to fool two incredible ladies into falling in love with him and even marrying him, his ladies knew better. Randy actually did as well, since Joe had been the one to insist he start the dance company and essentially wrote the grants to cover costs as well as coming up with promotional strategies that ended up bringing the small dance troupe into cultural consciousness. And the weird juxtaposition of art rock band and string quartet (actually more than strings since all members could play various instruments, including Consuela playing a virtuoso tenor saxophone) and modern dance enhanced all three groups' fan base immeasurably. And Joe had actually gotten Consuela and another of her quartet genius grants (or, as Consuela often remarked with awe, "A fucking genius grant!"). He got both groups decent label contracts that led to fair profits, actually substantial compared to others at their levels of fame again thanks to him and his brilliant promotional schemes. His connections via the record store to get great distribution helped immensely as well. It didn't hurt the profit that they turned the basement practice space into a recording studio through Annie's expert knowledge of electronics and acoustics and software.

The success of the groups sustained over the long haul. Their unprecedented longevity made them all legendary. Joe added to their resilience as far as Mad Jest went a few years into their longevity by encouraging the others of the group to compose their own songs making them feel less like underlings to Maya. She actually resisted losing leadership until she could see the excitement in both Barb's and Annie's eyes when they brought forth their first composition. Not surprising, Annie's music was brilliant. Barb's lyrics were far less. She had an interesting, sort of vulnerable voice. Maya liked it and wanted it as part of the group. But the lyrics...

"Don't take this the wrong way, Barb," Maya told her, "but I think you need Joe to help you with the words."

"That bad, hunh?" Barb moaned.

"Just a nudge here and there," Joe smiled. "Not enough to lose writing credit."

"I'll share the credit," Barb said.

Maya sensed her reluctance, and Joe nodded his own awareness of it. "These are yours and Annie's songs no matter what," she told the cute blonde drummer and smiled at the sigh of relief.

Both Joe and Maya encouraged Consuela to try writing rock as well. 

"Okay," she said and bounced out of bed, hiding nakedness with a long terrycloth robe she'd stolen from one of the fancier hotels they'd stayed at, and ran out of the room. A minute later she bounced on the bed between them with pages of music paper in her hand. What surprised Maya and Joe were the lyrics written below the musical notations, even more when they heard them from Consuela's mouth, sung weakly but in perfect pitch. Dark and rich imagery resonated from those words. Lovely dark images.

The surprise from her two lovers came from Consuela having always used Joe's words exclusively in vocal pieces and especially the oratorio gleaned from the piece that Joe had originally shown Maya with the long Doors like spiritual poem embedded in it. Maya had rejected it. But Consuela, when Joe showed it to her, the first lyrics he had shown her directly, loved it. While she read it, Joe could swear he could see her mind working, the sinuous shifting strings already accompanying the words in her imagination, and it thrilled him. The result ended up being the key piece that brought her the genius grant.

"Why have you always used my words?" Joe asked her when she'd finished. "Yours are better."

"Not better, Joe," Maya insisted. "Just different."

"They're beautiful," Joe emphasized. "So why?"

Consuela blushed. "I can't sing worth shit. I...I knew I'd have to sing them to get the tune right...to present them right. It's hard for me to sing. I had to at MacPhail several times and it just made me want to disappear."

"But it's us," Joe reminded her.

"I know. It's just hard and we have all those cool songs already."

"So you thought you'd shame me?" Joe asked.

"No. First I don't know if they're all that good. Second I do love your words, Joe. Third, it takes me forever to compose songs like this, in a rock setting, so I could never be prolific enough."

"So why now?" Maya asked her.

"Barb. She's got this vulnerable voice so different than yours, Maya. I know you like it, and I like it too, but she's nearly as self conscious as me. It took all her bravery to sing to you, especially with those shitty lyrics." The three laughed. "So she shamed me into singing for you."

"I'm glad she did," said Joe, kissing his beautiful Indian wife.

"I'll take those," said Maya, saving the pages from being crumpled between the passionate bodies of her lovers.

"Of course," Consuela chuckled between kisses. "They're all yours."

Maya threw on a nightie and dashed out of the room.

"She liked it that much?" asked Consuela between even more passionate kisses. Both knew their lover would be working all night on the arrangement the way Maya always did when a song thrilled her. Both could see the familiar excitement on her face.

"It's absolutely lovely," Joe told his wife. "Just like you."

And they made long, slow, passionate love while their lover spent most of the night arranging the newest Mad Jest song, even calling Annie, used to late night calls from her, to help.

Annie had moved out of the house with Barb and Steve after Consuela gave birth to twin daughters to make room for them. More importantly the Annie/Steve/Barb threesome needed room for their own babies, since both she and Barb had given birth to a son and daughter respectively. But the house they bought—again mostly through Steve's and Carol's father's help in cosigning the loan for the mortgage and the rebuilding of the interior using Steve's design--ended up only a couple blocks away. Another saving of a house devastated by students kept the mortgage low. With Steve moving up in the architecture firm that hired him straight out of MCAD, they could definitely afford it. Like Joe had with his children, Barb's child at least had become legitimate via marriage. Not really a big deal in this day and age, they figured it would be best for the kids. And just like Joe and his lovers, Steve getting married to Barb was an easy decision. He just wished he could marry Annie. Their love had eventually overcome any queasiness Annie had for the opposite sex, though she never could stomach blow jobs. The legit couple adopted Annie's son.

Joe's kids grew up bright and sensitive and gorgeous, especially the identical twins and Consuela's son. Something about the mix of Joe's and her genes just worked. With lots of aunties and at least one extra uncle, they were well loved.

Of all of the adult females, Barb proved to be the most maternal, which surprised her as much as anyone.

"Of course you are," Annie said, embracing her lover. "You've always been sweet and innocent despite everything. You can relate."

"Fuck you," Barb grinned, kissing her lover.

And Joe proved to be a brilliant father even if he didn't see it that way. 

"Such incredible young ladies," he sniffled when his sixteen year old daughters walked off stage, viola in one of their lovely naturally tan hands, the other twin holding her violin. They had soared with their instruments earlier, even managing their own mother's difficult music. And when they looked up from their final bow during the standing ovation, they both seemed to zero in on him and his tear covered face and smiled and made kissy faces. 

"Of course they are," said Consuela. "They're your daughters."

"It must be because they're yours too. They'd be shy and retiring if they were just mine."

His lovers exchanged looks in front of his still lean torso as they settled into their seats, letting the rest of the audience gather their stuff and leave.

"Joe," said Maya, looking older than her lovers yet still lovely and vibrant. She'd just passed fifty and entered it gracefully. "You're thinking of your burlap condition."

Joe nodded.

Consuela, who had thickened and broadened, most appealingly to her lovers but not to her, Maya having kept all of them in shape insistently enabled the broadening to be much firmer than the usual middle aged matron, told him, "How long since it's affected you?"

"I...I don't remember," he half grinned in surprise.

"And how often did it occur when in your kids' presence?"

"I don't think it ever did since the beginning."

"And why do you suppose that is?" asked Maya.

"I don't know. I thought it would, knowing nothing about fatherhood. It was like taking a big step into an abyss. Such steps had always been tentative to say the least."

"You've been a beautiful father," said Consuela. "Why?"

"Research?"

His lovers laughed. "I remember you reading those books," said Maya. "Proper Raising and all that. You'd practically spit at their ideas when you weren't getting dazed with thought and unable to read. Research? Contemplation I'd call it."

"You're a careful man, Joe," Consuela chimed in. "Careful to the point of fear. But the big steps, becoming our lover, becoming their father, you took more gracefully than any dance step. Careful yes, but thoughtful as well. And thoughtful is your domain. I told you you were the genius in the family."

He snorted. "You got the genius grant."

"No, darling. You got me the grant. I have the talent, yes, but you got me the grant. But the burlap thing that I helped you conquer and Maya and Carol did too, it's what really makes you a beautiful father."

"How so?"

"You completely understand the bedevilment of restraint and how much better it is to crash on through, through missteps and mistakes to proud accomplishments and successes. You dissolved any hint of burlap that might threaten the well being of your daughters or son or even Steve's kids. You worked with them as if they were equals, not children in relationship to your adult."

"The fear was there," Joe spoke quietly and contemplatively, "terror actually. It had a sound, a horrid squeal. When we brought Celeste home from the hospital it was like the walls of the house echoed with those squeals as they closed in on me. You two were focused on our first child in her crib while I escaped to my private room completely encased in burlap. I thought I'd go mad because this was the beginning of many years needing to protect that fragile, beautiful thing. I could barely breathe."

"I never noticed," said a shocked Consuela.

"Me neither," Maya swallowed.

The half smile and the quiet chuckle surprised them. "I got over it," he told them.

"How?" asked Consuela.

"I guess by fixing it. By fixing every threat with a solution. I wanted the best intercom system to hear every breath she would take or if she stopped breathing I would hear that. I envisioned the gate at the top of the stairs that protected her from falling. I saw strong arms carrying her so that she could never fall from them. Arms of all of us, including Annie and Barb and Steve who I could see fell in love with our first little angel almost as much as we had. I even saw us as tasters assuring whatever we fed her wouldn't threaten her health. And then I saw all of us, all of our individual exceptionalness being expressed to her and her gleaning so much from it and becoming so strong mentally. I saw her take her first step, her first bicycle ride, her first kiss, even her first fuck, and saw a wisdom there given to her from all of us who loved her which would make her brave and adventurous and yet with a caution brought forth from precocious wisdom. I saw her eyes full of tears coming to us with her hurt and letting us help her through it, whether patching up a skinned knee or a broken heart. Each problem I envisioned arrived with a pig's squeal. Each solution silenced it. Until squealing ended and I heard the murmurs in our room of you two loving Celeste."

Consuela chuckled, "I remember now. That's when you brought us the 'Laws of Protection'. It amused me until I saw how much those words calmed you. Only then did I realize the significance of protecting a baby, of preventing anything happening to her that happened to Jeffrey and especially if you could ever be the cause of it. I realized how scared you must have been to create those laws, but I didn't see you scared. I didn't know what hell you'd gone through and how much those laws had let you escape it. I'm sorry I wasn't there to help."

"Me too," said Maya. "And I'm afraid I never got the connection. I thought it funny how detailed you were, how Joe it was. And then it ended up being so useful down to the EMT training you insisted on for all of us. Those things made me feel like we'd be so prepared for our little ones that they eased my mind incredibly. But just like Connie, I should have seen your suffering, or at least anticipated it."

Joe shook his head. "No, I had to be alone with the struggle. I had to give it all my concentration. It ended up being the worst of my burlap moments, and the most important. It almost completely freed me of them."

"And that's why you're an exceptional father." said Consuela, accentuating her thought with a kiss, tasting his tears and feeling the emotional heat of his lips, "You had to be for your own soul to heal. More than any other father you had to be."

"So it was selfish," he said, but with a grin.

"We're all selfish," said Maya, getting her own kiss. "No matter how connected we are with others and the world, we're all stuck inside our own consciousness. It's just that your selfishness has a certain large degree of selflessness connected to it. Come on. Let's go dote on our brilliant children."

"Samantha and Phillipa were amazing," said Joe as his ladies held his hands as they walked through the nearly empty auditorium heading backstage.

"They all are, and they're all here congratulating the youngest of our geniuses," Consuela said proudly. "And wondering where their father is."




Out of the Burlap Ch. 04 & Conclusion



"They're probably glad I'm not there, embarrassing them with my puffy eyes and wet cheeks and sniffles."

"No they're not." Maya and Consuela chuckled at their simultaneous words.

"So you liked it," said Phillipa, the more emotional of the twins, a tear creeping down her cheek.

"It moved me," said Joe with a sniffle.

"I could tell," the more stoic Samantha grinned.

Joe scanned the group surrounding them. 

Celeste, her quiet, pale face, pixieish and pretty like her mother, with her mother's deep blue eyes but with more length to her face and with softly wavy light brunette hair from her father, stood by her long time boyfriend, both brilliant scientific minds readying their PhD theses, both introspective yet surprisingly social, especially Celeste. 

Shakti, taller by a couple of inches than his father, with broader shoulders and an extraordinarily handsome face, naturally tan, somewhere between his mother's rich maple coloring and Joe's light skin, but with sun having deepened the color to near his mom's, his dark hair lightened by that sun, stood grinning warmly, his mischievous hazel eyes glinting, his strong arm slung over a petite, perfectly and tightly curved blonde beauty's shoulder, the blonde's sky blue eyes looking up at him in a near worshipful gaze that her boyfriend never quite returned in kind, never so loving, but appreciative of her presence nevertheless. 

Compared to his scientifically brilliant older half sister and his two musical prodigy twin younger sisters, Shakti had a far broader range of talents. Just his looks and his swimmer's physique had graced advertisements in glossy magazines. The physique came from his near Olympic caliber swimming that had given him his scholarship to UCLA. He danced as well as his father, having worked with Randy while still in high school. And he studied acting and shone on the stage. He didn't achieve triple threat in that though since he inherited a less than stellar singing voice from both parents.

But in the end, it was his Auntie Carol that inspired Shakti the most. He wanted that peripatetic lifestyle and the chance to schmooze with international money men and women. Like her, the creative sides of him he studied as minors while he majored in business. It didn't hurt that she had a bit of a crush on him when he spent time with her learning her trade for a few weeks a year available between studying and swimming and acting. He actually found the much older woman attractive as well, and the attraction between them did not go unrequited. She may have been cheating on her third husband, but that relationship was on its last legs anyway.

Which was why the worshipful girl under his arm stood little chance of capturing his heart. He had had many lovers and would probably have many more. Settling down would not be something he'd be interested in anytime soon. However, much like his father, he never took his lovers for granted. With such many-fold experiences, especially with Carol as loving instructor, any woman he made love to got his full attention both sexually and conversationally. Thus the look of worship on the young beauty's face. 

"She'll just have to shrug off her loss and hopefully cherish the brief relationship," his father thought, noticing the blonde's expression. 

Joe and Shakti discussed Shakti's trail of broken hearts a couple times in the past.

"I didn't mean to hurt her," Shakti told his father while a senior in high school. The girl hadn't been his first lover, but had been the longest when the clinginess and Shakti's ever wandering eye and thirst for experience had made him move on. "I told her I wasn't going to stay with her, but I guess she didn't listen."

"Being loved and appreciated has its bad side too," his father told him. "I'm afraid, if you get them fawning over you and you continually move on, you're going to be faced with it." Not really comforting words, but it seemed to help the empathetic regret his son had gotten from the pained look of his former lover.

A couple years later after a girl attempted suicide, Joe actually came to Los Angeles to comfort his son. They talked near the girl's hospital room. "I can't help loving them when they're with me," Shakti sniffled.

"You tell them that?"

"I do. But I always qualify it from the very beginning. I tell them we can have fun, get close, enjoy each other's bodies and minds, but it will end. From the beginning I tell them I'm not interested in a long term relationship or in an exclusive one. I guess I'll just have to be wary of the fragile ones."

"Did she seem fragile?"

"She was intense. I actually really enjoyed that, but like a great big bonfire, getting too close gets to burning. It wasn't long before she got to be too much. I guess I should go talk to her."

"Can I join you?" asked Joe.

"Really? Would you? I'm freaking scared."

"Come on," said Joe.

They looked down at the Goth beauty with the wrapped left wrist. "Sorry," she said shyly.

"This is my father," Shakti told her.

"Call me Joe," Joe told her, kneeling beside her bed. "My son's a motherfucker, isn't he?"

The girl nodded and sniffled and chuckled.

"I'll tell you all about him if you tell me about you, okay?"

She nodded again. They talked. Shakti watched her relax. Amazed by his father, he snuck out the door.

At the backstage area of the twins' performance space, father and son shrugged seeming to remember those moments.

"I'm Joe," Joe lifted his hand for the blonde to shake. "I'm the father of these amazing young ladies and of this dumb oaf hanging on to you."

"I'm Beth," said the young lady with a grin.

"You're beautiful."

"Thanks."

"A California girl?"

"LA, born and raised."

"A little cold here for you?"

"A little," she chuckled prettily. "Luckily I got a big man keeping me warm."

"She's an actress," Shakti told his dad. "I met her in acting class. She's good."

"We had a love scene and it kept going," Beth giggled. "He really gets into his roles."

Everyone laughed.

"I know it's competitive, but with your beauty, and I'm sure you have great talent, you'll go far," Joe predicted.

"I hope so," she said. "There are a lot of pretty blondes."

"Not as talented as you," said Shakti. "We're working on finding her niche," he told his family. "Something that she can do better than anyone else."

Joe nodded and returned his gaze to his two prodigies. Their beauty which matched his son's handsomeness shone with the warmth of their mother. He could see her sweetness in their faces and eyes. Like their mother, despite their extraordinary talent and beauty they were grounded, never flaunting their exceptionalness. He swallowed, awed by them, and sniffled. "You blew me away out there on the stage. I'm so proud of you. I just wish I hadn't embarrassed you."

"You're our dad," said Sam with a cute, mischievous grin. "You're supposed to embarrass us." Everyone shared a chuckle until Sam became more serious. "But you never embarrass us, Daddy. We're proud to be your daughters. The only thing about your display of emotion was I could tell Phil was on the edge of joining you."

Phil nodded and sniffled causing laughter. "Sam barely whispered to me, 'the music,' and I got right back inside it. Thanks, Sis."

"Of course," Sam replied with mock pride that got everyone chuckling.

"But the thing is Daddy," Phil continued, "we're just as proud and amazed by you as you seem to be of us."

Joe could only shake his head with his daughter's comment echoing his two lovers.

"You have always been a remarkable father to us," Celeste added in her careful, intellectual speech pattern.

"I've met a few dads," said Shakti, "and none seem as caring or unselfish as you."

"That might not have been them at their best," Joe countered causing a surprising blush on his son's face.

"Maybe not," Shakti responded, "but just their attitude and the attitude of any of my friends to their parents, it's just different. Face it Dad, you've got some remarkable children, maybe even me I guess, but out of all of us, even our moms who are so incredible and beautiful, you're the most amazing of all."

"That's..."

"I told you," said Maya.

"You think I'm amazing?"

"Definitely," his children and his lovers all said together.

When they surrounded him in a group hug, he had never felt so loved. Nor so comfortable.