jim judd

OUT OF IMPOVERISHMENT

For James M. Judd, Retiree

A definite idea for a movie

Starring Robert Redford

And Geena Davis

By Izzy Ess of Penniless

Jim Judd was 71.  He had worked all his life, it seemed, for Keefer Steel and Chain and was laid off when the company went belly up in ’66, with only six months to go before he’d earned a full pension with great benefits.  There weren’t any buyers for the once huge Keefer plant and the factory was just torn down.  There wasn’t any money left to pay the pension fund and Jim was unemployable at 62, except for part-time jobs at fast food places where the benefits were zero.  He applied for Ontario Provincial Government supported Disability Benefits, and was able to get enough to rent a small apartment near the Keefer Public Park, which Keefer had built in its heyday for the benefits of children and the stay-at-home wives of another era and the baseball teams which were quite common.  He gave up driving since he couldn’t pay the gas or insurance which was rising in price way beyond the Disability stipend for which he luckily could qualify because of severe arthritis which made mobility quite difficult.  He needed to bother his seldomly seen Family Doctor for a Medical Certification for his severe Degenerative Osteoarthritis.  He still could hobble to the small convenience store, where his favourite lottery scratch cards and cigarettes were sold.  He was told by everyone that disability would pay for wheelchair benefits, even most of the motorized ones, but Jim was proud and didn’t even use a cane.  Jim’s wife and children were long gone and didn’t visit, or invite him over much, at all.  They’d all split amicably several years ago to live in the West, a much more lucrative atmosphere, and much more entertaining place, than here in Hamilton, Ontario, Canada.

Jim Judd’s routine was simple.  He awoke at exactly 6:15 am, the time at which he would have gotten up to get to work on time.  He made himself three hard fried eggs and bacon every day and a good strong cup of coffee with a small orange juice.  By 7:00, he showered and got dressed and started walking.  He’d walked each day about a mile, to and from the factory.  Walking a mile these days took hours.  He stopped at Smitty’s Convenience store for cigarettes and scratch cards, which cost, nowadays, the better part of twenty bucks.  He chatted with Jack Smitty whom he’d known for many years.  Usually they would talk about the situation at the Keefer’s plant, a little of the weather and a lot about their motor cars in which they both were interested.  Smitty and he had often tinkered with their cars, together, and were quite conversant with the latest stuff about mechanics and the newest type of engines and accessories.  Now that Judd was carless, it was just nostalgia.

This particular September morning, he had won ten bucks on a Crosswords scratch card and was happy that he’d have the cash to buy another card the next morning.  He wandered down the street and looked at Keefer Public Park and walked along the sidewalk leading to the baseball diamond.  A woman’s team was practicing for its big game that evening, which would be for all the marbles in the Hamilton City Championship, this year.  He sat upon the bench and lit up one of his cigarettes, an unfiltered, uncorked Players Long, the same he’d smoked for all these years.  He noticed that the players were a little older than the teenagers that usually played.  Some were mothers and grandmothers and they charged around the bases with enthusiasm, their kids and grandkids playing nearby.  Jim noted that they hit the ball a mile, at times, and sprang out of the batter’s boxes with a speed to which he wasn’t accustomed.  He lit his second cigarette with the butt of the first and continued watching with an eye for the statuesque first basewoman who was the tallest on the team.  Sally Summers was her name, as he found out.

Sally saw Jim sitting there and looked him over carefully.  She was a widow, since her husband had been killed in a traffic accident about three years ago.  They were childless and they loved each other’s company.  Samuel was her husband, who had worked at Keefer’s  Company.  He had saved his pennies and on his death, left Sally sitting pretty with a lot of wise investments to her name and a sizeable insurance pay-off due to accidental death.  In numbers, her total assets were two million with an income of more than $50,000 annually.  She had purchased a small house with some of it, in a quiet neighbourhood.  She dated on occasion and enjoyed the sex and company.  She found that she did miss her husband and had found no one that came up to his quality.  Several rich executives at Keefer had been interested but they really only wanted some adventure.  Keeping company was not in their agendae.  Sally talked a lot and liked to have the conversations that had substance, not the fluff that she was getting.  After all these years, she longed to be with someone like her husband who would argue and get involved with her and talked as much as she.  Even with the most intensive arguments, they always fell in love again before they went to bed.

Sally walked right up to Jim and started with, “Hi stranger.  My name is Sally, Sally Summers, and I’m the captain here, this morning.  Do you like baseball?”  Jim tried not to look at her great shape but did not succeed.  “Hi Sally Summers, I’m a man and a baseball fan.  I like the way you play.  It’s almost like a man.”  Sally had her interest piqued by this small interchange and ventured, “Do you like my shape or do you like my action?”  Jim quipped, “Yes, I like your shape or I like your action!”  Sally smiled broadly, thinking this guy is good.  “Well, which is it, shape or movement?”  Jim smiled as he saw that Sally’d struck a model’s pose for him and had accepted, with a quick-witted ease, his challenge of a clever repartee.  “Frankly, my dear, I like them both.  I like them both a lot.”  Deliberately, Jim looked Sally up and down, not hiding his strong ogling.  Sally laughed most heartily.  She extended her hand and shook Jim’s with a manly grip that was also warm and friendly.  Jim returned the friendly squeezing of her hand.  He tried, “Is this where I offer to give you my underwear and you give me yours to try and being us both some luck?”  Without a pause, our Sally took her playing trousers down and stripped to get her panties to this new exciting friend.  Not to be outdone, Jim did the same and dropped his trousers and his Jockey undershorts and handed them to Sally.  Both of them then donned each other’s underwear and modelled them before they covered up.  The other women on the field just clapped and whistled mockingly.  Sally was their perennial great leader and everything she did, she did with enthusiasm and a winning jocularity.

Sally asked, “Are you coming to the championship game tonight?  You could be my one man cheering section.”  Jim smiled and patted his groin.  “If I didn’t show up, how else could these pairs of underwear be magical?”  He reached to pat his new friend’s ass and this new friend did not object.  In fact, she posed for Jim again to accentuate her shapely body to advantage making it more convenient for Jim to pat his Jockey shorts now sitting on her ass.  The practice session was over.  Jim and Sally walked together as they left the park, Sally walking slowly to keep up to Jim, while Jim tried to hobble at a higher speed.  As they approached the street, Sally indicated it would be OK if he would want to spend some time with her in her own house until the game tonight.  Jim smiled acceptance and they walked together to her house about four blocks away.

Jim made her some breakfast as she showered and got dressed in jeans and T-shirt.  She enjoyed the breakfast of hard fried eggs and bacon, some good strong coffee and a glass of orange juice.  Jim ate a little of the toast and drank a lot of coffee with this woman who intrigued him.  Sally was acting non-chalantly through it all.  In fact, she’d left the shower dripping wet and came out naked to the kitchen, towelling off to get all dressed for breakfast, which she said was better than the average Joe could make it.  It all seemed very natural and comfortable for them both.

At noon, the couple went to Dominique’s for Pizza and Spaghetti, Sally treating all the way.  She guessed correctly that this Jim had little money and she didn’t want Jim to get the notion that it was charity.  Jim was grateful for the treat and bravely said that he would get the tab on the next occasion.  Sally nodded acquiescence and no more was mentioned of financial matters.  At 4:oo pm, they started walking toward the field after Jim was treated to the show of her undressing and re-dressing in her captain’s outfit which now included his own Jockey shorts just underneath her neatly laundered uniform.

Sally and her new friend were privileged to sit upon the home team’s players’ bench.  Jim was given an official Hamilton Orioles cap and asked to be their unofficial coach.  All went well for Sally as she hit to get on base all four times she was up and made some outstanding plays at first.  Jim tried to look serious as he mockingly coached at third and may have helped them score an extra run on a daring double steal.  It was a squeeze bunt that allowed Sally to knock in the final winning run and win the City Trophy.  Jim and Sally were mobbed by all the other team-mates for their leadership and ended up beneath a pile of players, laughing heartily.  They touched their hands and kissed beneath the pile.  The officials handed Sally the official cup and smaller cups to everyone else, including Jim.  A reservation was already waiting for them at their sponsor’s restaurant, Dominique’s.  Jim was asked to join the team in celebration at the Italian Ristorante.  Jim went gladly, holding Sally’s hand, quite unabashedly.

The many pizzas that were served were attacked with enthusiasm and finished off.  Dominique, himself took pictures to be framed and hung up on the walls with all his other champions and sponsored baseball teams.  He wanted Jim and Sally to pose alone for pictures that he said would have a special place upon his wall of champions.  Dominique was also generous about the pizza and a dozen bottles of Chianti which were completely finished off that evening.  Sally took home her prizes for the day, the large Hamilton City Trophy, Jim Judd, a bottle of Chianti, an extra, extra-large pepperoni pizza and Jim’s small duplicate Hamilton City trophy.  The biggest prize was not yet visible but certainly anticipated.

Jim and Sally were a little tipsy as they slowly made their way to Sally’s house.  They were strangely quiet in anticipation of the night time pleasures that were coming.  They were not at all let down by anything that happened all that night.  They rocked and rolled all night, letting up for sips of Chianti and for bathroom breaks.  The excitement was intense at times, both feeling very fortunate to have found each other.  It was love and lust all mixed together in as many attitudes as they could muster.  And they started talking after climaxing the first time and they never stopped their clever repartee.  Exhausted, finally, about the time that Jim would have started rising, they slept as if they were dead, enjoined, entwined and fully entertained.

At noon, they finally arose and showered not without some more entwining and enjoining, standing up and getting soaked.  It was the first time, in a long time, for either to have talked so much and laughed so much and argued so much about anything and everything.  They warmed up the pizza and devoured it for lunch along with some small amounts of remaining Chianti.  Then they walked and talked so more.  They ended up at Smitty’s.  Jim won $50.00 on his Scrabble scratch ticket and said, “Now, Sally, I can truly treat you for a fabulous Chinese buffet lunch at the Mandarin, where sometimes they have Alaskan Crab Legs!”  Smitty hit it off with Sally with his car talk.  As it turned out, Sally had always been interested in sport’s cars and their engines and accessories.  Together they opened the hood of his old Mustang and tinkered for at least a half an hour as they made adjustments to his points and plugs for more efficient firing times of each of the six cylinders.  Jim Judd was so impressed he rubbed her nose in thick black grease to make her an official member of the Smitty-Judd Antique Muscle Car Aficionados Club of Hamilton, Ontario, Canada.  They renamed the club the Smitty-Sally-Jim AMCACHOC, or the SSJAMCACHOC, or CHOC for short, and chocolate for delicious…

Jim treated Smitty and Sally to Mandarin’s for dinner, for which $50.00 was just enough for most of the tab, Smitty forking out another $10.00 to cover the tip.  The conversation was lively and very interesting.  It started with the Studs Bearcat and went through the losing Toronto Blue Jays, the crisis in Syria, the Clintons and Obamas, the chances for the Hamilton Tigercats and, finally, the cost of tea in China, before they parted with Smitty and left to return to Sally’s home.  Sally and Jim spent another night of exquisite pleasures and slept, again, ‘til noon.

Jim awoke before Sally did.  He heard her murmur, “Samuel!” repeatedly, as if she were arguing with him.  Her face was contorted and Jim concluded she was in the throes of pleasure as her body jerked and then relaxed and then it jerked again.  She was naked and held her hand between her legs, squeezing tight her thighs around it.  He watched and got turned  on as he lay back and opened wide her legs and lifted up her knees as if awaiting Sam to plumb her depths, again.  Jim was tempted and he was prepared with an extra hard erection to plumb ahead.  So, he mounted Sally as she opened wide her arms and pulled him into her.  He thrusted at her and she thrusted back while whispering, “Samuel, I love you darling!  Fuck me, darling!  Fuck me, hard, you bastard.  Make me come and make me forget how much you hurt me when you fucked that slut, that Tinkerbelle!  Hurt me, Samuel and make me wonder if you’re thinking now about your Tinker!  I hope you rot in Hell!”  Sally and Jim Judd exploded simultaneously and so did Samuel, apparently, because our Sally said, “There! You prick! I did it but it’ll cost you.  If you don’t keep your penis in your pants except for me, I won’t be so friendly, next time, Samuel.  I’ll cut your balls off and fry them for your breakfast or better yet, I’ll feed them to the squirrels!  Jim looked down at Sally’s face and saw that she was still asleep.  He gently disengaged and covered her and let her softly snore while he arose to make some breakfast for himself.

Jim Judd did shower without waking Sally.  He dried himself and dressed and decided to go for a walk to think about what he had heard.  He hobbled slowly toward Smitty’s store and still remained uncertain what to do.  Should he reveal to Sally that he heard her threaten Samuel, her own dead husband, with castration if he tinkered with a certain Tinkerbelle, again?  Or, should he keep his trap shut and just let it go?  He seemed to fear that if she should try to carry out her threat to castrate Samuel, while sleeping, that she might castrate him!  “Argh, that wouldn’t be so nice, my man!” he said out loud, without realizing that he’d entered Smitty’s store.  Smitty was startled by the quiet outburst and he said, “Hey Jim, wake up!  It’s noon and you are sleepwalking!”  Sam had no cash to buy his smokes and scratch cards.  He looked a little sheepish as he told the story of his mumbling new girlfriend and what had happened just a little while ago.  Smitty realized that this was serious and also realized that Jim was impecunious.  He offered his old friend a twenty dollar bill and said that he could pay him back, some other time.  Jim accepted and he made his usual two purchases, his Player’s cigarettes and his Crosswords’ scratch card.  Smitty gave him fifty cents for change.  Jim and Smitty stood outside the store as they lit up their cigarettes and Jim told his old friend the story of what happened, once again.  Smitty shrugged his shoulders, again.  He had no reassuring words to give to his old friend.  He did say that he thought that Sally was terrific and that he really enjoyed discussing cars with her.  He said that last night he would have said that she was one that Jim was lucky to have met and that he was going to tell him this morning that, “Jim, its great with you and Sally.  She’s a keeper!”  He said he wasn’t sure just what to say, this morning, after hearing Jim relate to him the story of their morning.  Jim left the store and started walking back to Sally’s house.

Sally greeted Jim with enthusiasm and invited him to come right in and jump on her.  He did and they enjoyed each other’s bodies, several times.  Afterwards, Jim cooked lunch for them, which they enjoyed out on the patio.  Sally gushed about her luck at finding him and asked if he would consider moving in with her.  She said she realized that he was struggling with his limited funds and that she would be happy to help out.  Jim turned her down by saying, “It’s too soon, my dearest Sally.  I think it best if we just date for now and re-consider moving in together if it still seems OK in a month or so.”  Sally shrugged her shoulders and then she smiled and said, “My darling, I understand your hesitancy.  I like your suggestion.  So what would you like to do, tonight?”  Jim said he’d like to rent a movie and just relax this evening.  “Perhaps, you’d like to spend the night at my place?” he asked.  “I could cook my favourite chicken dish for you and we could just relax.”  Sally responded by saying, “I have some things to do this afternoon, including checking in with my accountant.  Why don’t I do that and meet at your place before the dinner hour?”  Jim smiled and he was happy that she and he would be apart for this afternoon.  Both of them realized that they had some thinking to do.  Jim left and left her his address.  He hobbled slowly home while Sally prepared to meet her accountant for semi-annual accounting of her assets and her plans about them.

Sally’s accountant, Martin Goldberg, was very businesslike.  He had prepared all statements for this afternoon and went over them in detail.  What surprised them both was that they reached under his big desk and started fondling each other’s genitals.  Sally just relaxed and enjoyed the extra fondling since this morning’s fondlings with her new friend, Jim.  The expression on Martin’s face was calm and cool.  She knew that he was married and had a family of four children.  Perhaps, she thought, he was just offering her a bonus for her business with him.  “Whatever,” Sally thought.  “He is quite handsome and he certainly does all the right things on my private parts.”  Silently, Sally and Martin lay on his desk and had a solid fuck.  It was exciting in a way.  Martin’s secretary could have walked in on them.  She was sitting just outside his door and typing something.  Martin’s coolness was attractive to Sally and she let him give her pleasure as he let her do it to him.  They finished with a 69, a perfect number for the needs that she had felt and a perfect number for somewhere in the brain of an aggressive accountant.  She left with her assessments and a quiet satisfaction of her womanhood.  Martin didn’t say an extra word but it was obvious that he was pleased that she was pleased.  Secretly, he wished that he could see his beautiful clients a little more frequently than every six months.  Lately, his wife was not too happy with him about something or other; she was keeping her hands to herself and keeping his hands at a distance.

As Sally drove home, she admonished herself for indulging in some action that was not within her character.  Perhaps it was the heightened sexuality she felt since she had bedded Jim.  Perhaps it was the old, “I did it because it was just there to do.”  She felt a bit uneasy and she went back home to shower and douche so that Jim would not be suspicious of her dalliance with Martin.  Then, she thought, “Hey!  Jim turned down my offer for cohabitation down.  He didn’t seem to want to be committed to me, so why should I be faithful to him?”  She liked this line of reasoning and smiled.  “Life is really interesting at times,” she thought.  She had some flashbacks of her times with Samuel and how he had betrayed her.  She felt the anger rising deep inside of her.  She recognized that was striking out at Sam and not at Jim.  It disturbed her that her angry feelings toward Sam were still so strong.

Jim Judd was glad to be alone for several hours so that he could think about what happened that morning with Sally and her deep-seated anger for her former husband.  On the other hand, he was very happy to have her in his life.  She was beautiful, exciting and so sexy.  He really liked her openness and willingness about sexual activities.  He had the feeling that, “she would try anything that was suggested, even some sadomasochism, eh?”  He shuddered as he thought again about her threat to castrate Sam if he should stray again.  He felt uneasy like the feeling that one gets treading on eggshells.  He shrugged his shoulders, “We shall see, my friend, Jimmy Judder.  We cannot predict the future but we can try and relax and accept the present which promises much more in pleasant stuff than it did just two days ago!”

Ms. Sally Summers arrived at 4:00 o’clock, cleaned up and cleaned out and very confidently walked over to her new friend and hugged him tightly.  Jim felt his groin buzz and let his manhood grow.  Sally noticed and was helpful to him, as she unzipped his fly and fished out his erection.  She kneeled and took it in her mouth.  “Take it easy there young woman.  You might make me fill your throat with semen and you wouldn’t like that, would you?”  Sally grunted and continued on and filled her throat with Jimmy’s semen.  She swallowed hungrily and then she grinned.  “I just thought you’d enjoy an appetizer for our evening.”  She licked up Jimmy’s shrinking penis and she put it back inside his fly and zipped him up.  “Why, thank you for your appetizer.  It was great!  How about some ordinary chicken while I diddle you with my fingertips?”  “I accept, my dear new friend.  Go ahead and diddle.  Sally dropped her slacks and pulled aside her lacy panties.  She sat in an easy chair and spread her legs for easy views and approaches to her private parts.  Jim continued to tend to his frying pan where he was finishing the cooking of some delicious smelling, cornflake covered, fried chicken thighs.  As he turned the burner down, he reached for Sally’s private parts and diddled her until she started squirting.  Then, he leaned right in and started licking up the squirting juices and that made the squirting all the more voluminous.  He laughed and said, “Hey what do you mean getting liquid on my easy chair?”  Sally gasped and said, “Don’t worry Jim.  I’ll just buy you another easy chair.  It’s already worth it for me to buy you two easy chairs!”

The fried chicken was a winner and the couple enjoyed licking their fingers and ingesting all the chicken, salad and the small roasted skinned potatoes.  They never did get to the movie, “Moonstruck,” that Jim had rented for the evening.  They started dancing to the music on the radio and danced right into Jim’s small bedroom and onto his single bed.  It was small for two people but they managed to do some more of the horizontal dancing that they started to the music on the radio.  They didn’t take a break until the dawn when they fell asleep exhausted but really satisfied.  They slept ‘til noon when Jim was rudely awakened with a somnambulating Sally standing naked over him while brandishing his big kitchen knife.  He jumped very quickly and punched Sally in the chest, to wake her up.  The he grabbed her wrist and relieved her of her weapon.  Sally’s eyes snapped open and she realized immediately what had happened.  She covered her face with her hands and started sobbing.  “I’m sorry Jim.  This knife was not meant for you.  It was for Samuel my dead husband who had been unfaithful to me.  I’d threatened to castrate him if he diddled his secretary, again.  I loved him dearly.  He stopped diddling Ms. Jennifer but soon he started diddling Ms. Alice, followed by Ms. April and Ms. Mae.  I should have kicked him out but I did love him dearly and I tried to close my eyes to his flagrant sex affairs.  I lost a lot of confidence staying with him but I continuously fantasized about cutting off his beautiful dick and balls and making him eat them for lunch.  I’m truly sorry darling.  I would never knowingly hurt you!  I love you very much.  The better part of you reminds me painfully about my husband.  His death did nothing to resolve my feelings.  Perhaps, his death was what made it so impossible to resolve my ambivalent feelings.  I’m guessing that I still have deep positive and negative feelings about Samuel.  I need help, my darling, Jim.  Will you help me please?  Will you forgive me?”

Jim Judd felt very deeply for Sally and said, “Let me put this knife under lock and key.  Yes, of course, I’ll help you.  How can I resist.  You are the greatest thing that’s come into my life for a long time.  Of course, I forgive you.  You have to promise to seek psychiatric help if these feelings go unresolved.  I’m truly afraid of the forces that conflict you.  You are strong and impulsive.  I think we need a little break to resolve this together in a reasonable way.  How ‘bout if we shower separately and I’ll make us some lunch.  If you agree, I’d like to discuss this openly with my really good friend, Smitty.  Whaddya say, sweetheart?”  Jim imitated Humphrey Bogart with this last remark.  Sally had to laugh.  Jim wiped her tears away with a tissue.  Sally said, “It’s a good plan, Captain Queeg!  Let’s go talk to Smitty.  I’m sure he’ll be able to suggest something.  I’m not happy about going to see a shrink and finding out I’m really nuts.”

Smitty listened very carefully to what they both had to say about what was happening.  Sally took a chance and told them both about what happened at the accountant’s office.  She swore it would never happen again.  “Eureka, Sally,” said Smitty.  “That’s the solution!  Guys, you’re both invited over to my place for supper and a consultation.  I’m sure my wife can whip up some grub.  Her name is Lorna and she’s really terrific in cooking and in many other things.  If you can both abstain for one afternoon, Lorna and I will see you at this address at fivish for some great surprises that will thrill you both!”  He handed each a business card with his home address and then he shooed them out in order to take care of several customers that were waiting patiently.

Our Jim and Sally didn’t follow the instructions to the letter.  Both them promised they wouldn’t say a word.  Further, Sally promised that she wouldn’t fall asleep and risk another homicidal gesture, or another attempt at castrating her new lover.  So, they both decided to go out to first base on the Keefer Baseball Diamond in the erstwhile donated Keefer Public Park for wives and children of the employees of Keefer Steel and Chain.  There were no people there initially, but they did draw a crowd when they disrobed and made some passionate great love just where first base ought to be.  This kept Sally quite awake and Jim was re-assured she would not castrate him in public.  The Police were alerted as some witnesses took pictures of the couple and transmitted them on their expensive cell phones.  The cops figured it was a joke and did not respond.  When they got a hundred pictures, they did make a move to investigate but by then Jim and Sally had dressed again and left behind some trees and exited the Park.  They arrived at Smitty’s home, a little sweaty and a little dirty but otherwise none the worse for wear.

It turned out Lorna was about the age of Sally and as Smitty was about the age of Jimmy, his old friend, this was a perfect foursome.  Lorna locked the front door and disrobed.  Smitty followed suit.  Of course, our Jimmy and his new friend Sally followed suit.  In the kitchenette, they all sat down to dinner.  Lorna had broiled exactly four delicious steaks and made some mashed potatoes with a garlic taste.  There were steamed asparagus spears and maple syrup dipped white eggplant slices.  A bottle of Chianti and another bottle of Chianti were consumed.  The steaks were medium rare and somewhat bloody and there was some blood that dripped down everybody’s chin, at times.  The conversation was about famous sports cars that had won Grand Prix races, ‘round the world.  It turned out Lorna was an expert in MGs and Corvettes.  After food was gotten rid of and the wine was gone, the couples, still quite naked and unabashed, stood to clear the table and to put the dishes in the washer for a wash and rinse that would go on automatically.  Lorna then walked over to a startled Jim and grabbed him by the penis and she led him to the king-sized bed in the king-sized master bedroom.  Smitty grabbed one of Sally’s nipples and pulled her gently with the other couple to the bed.  All of them lay naked on the bed, Sally and her Jimmy supine, while their friends mounted them, Lorna right on top of Jimmy and Smitty right on top of Sally.  They were thus enjoined and thus entwined and started in to rock and roll.  Soon, they were all sweaty and could grunt and squeal with all the pleasure that was generated.

After round one, the couples switched and Jimmy mounted Sally while Smitty mounted his own wife, Lorna.  Then the rocking and the rolling began anew.  After climax number two, for everyone, it was a free-for-all which featured women sandwiched in between the men and men sandwiches in between the women.  Everyone lost count of all the climaxes and just whose orifice was whose.  By 3:00 am, the four of them were quite exhausted as Lorna blew her whistle.  The doors flung open and a group of four good neighbours, good Samaritans, appeared and joined right in, after disrobing and taking aim at the original four participants.

By 6:00 am, no one seemed to care whose orifice belonged to whom and such combinations and such permutations just ensured that everyone made one mass body, joined in some areas.  It had many arms and legs extended like a porcupine or puffer fish with erect quills and spines.  A lot of hearty laughter emanated from this massive Human ball, with many grunts and squeals and profuse perspiration.  At 6:45 am, Lorna blew her shrilling whistle and all sex was stopped.  The neighbours quickly showered and took off to their respective homes.  The shower stall was big enough to take the four of the original participants together and they couldn’t help themselves.  They formed another bulky ball of human forms with penetration wherever possible.  Sally, the most athletic of the group, had special talents to stand on her hands and put her orifices in the face of Jim or Smitty or even Lorna for perusal and licking or whatever.  Lorna’s whistle signalled ending of the showering and shenanigans.  There was a scrambling to find clothes.  There had been piles of clothing in the bathroom.  Whatever they could find that fit was OK with everyone.  The colour mix was awful but the covering of nakedness was adequate.

Jim and Smitty served the women a fine breakfast  and had a chance to talk about what had expired.  Lorna and Smitty said they had the idea that having sex with others present was a way to break their new friend Sally’s fantasies of cutting off her partner’s private parts.  Sally, deep in thought, declared, “I’m cured!  No time did I think of Sam and his enraging acts of infidelity!”  Jim was thankful to his friends and Sally was enthralled by her new freedoms.

Jim moved in with Sally and they lived happily until Jim died of old age at 89.  Sally was satisfied with all the love that Jim had tendered her and she did not seem interested in any dating.  However, she was still alive and kicking and had dalliances with her bold accountant and her next door neighbours, once in a while.

Smitty and Lorna was still a happy couple and performed their treatments for some other friends and neighbours.  Samuel was still in Hell but satisfied he was no longer bothering his lovely bride, Mrs. James M. Judd or her new great husband.  Mrs. Judd won all her championships and was the lauded leader of her team, the Orioles of Hamilton, Ontario, Canada.

THE END

© izzy sommers, md

Wetland, Ontario, Kanata

September 23, 2013

Three days before my OAS and

CPP and USSS checks start being

Deposited in my TD Bank branch

For another month

Of subsistent living…