Raped For Fun
by Unknown


FOREWORD 

Maxine was a lovely, sumptuous woman whose only fault was that she loved to 
be a tease to her men. 

When John came over one evening, for instance, Maxine wore a luscious velvet 
gown with bikini underwear underneath, just to tantalize him and show him 
what he was missing. 

She teased him and fed him just enough sex to get his prick up, and then 
closed her legs for the evening. 

But John had another way of getting his rocks off. He belonged to one of the 
wingingest therapy groups around town. Whenever they got together, the 
members indulged in one passionate fuck after another, and completed the 
jobs with a measure of sadism that pleased everyone. 

Red-headed, creamy-thighed Ruby was the star of the therapy group, and she 
satisfied John as Maxine never had, making full use of her womanhood. 

Inevitably, the web of passion grows, and Maxine, too, was drawn into the 
therapy she had once dismissed with nonchalance. She found herself fucking 
with body after body, and even allowed herself to become a pawn for one of 
the most hideous men she'd ever met. 

Never in her life had Maxine abandoned herself to man after man in this 
manner; never had she allowed her precious, marbled thighs to be spread so 
easily, and so many times. 

But the turning point in Maxine's life, in Ruby's, and in the life of 
Maxine's younger brother Tad, comes when Maxie and Ruby go home together. 
Tad has grown up and now has the pleasure of re-meeting his older sister in 
a new way. But the real climax occurs when Tad meets Ruby and decides to 
beat a hot path out of the small town, just as Maxine had done so many years 
before. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Maxine had just finished showering and putting on some fresh underthings, 
which she covered with a superbly soft robe of deep blue velvet knotted 
tightly just below her bust, when the phone rang with annoying sharpness and 
persistence. Sitting down in front of her dressing mirror, she with equal 
persistence let it ring and ring unanswered, until after a seeming 
interminable time, it finally gave up. 

She was applying her false eyelashes and thinking about her date with John 
that evening when the phone rang again. If that was John calling back 
already, he must really be anxious about the date. She knew she really had 
him going around in circles now, and that insecurity would make him a little 
more interesting and not so obnoxiously overconfident. 

Opening her velvet gown for a minute to inspect her figure, she decided on 
changing her plain white underwear, just in case John got a little too sure 
of himself and tried to pull something fast. Even though she wouldn't let 
him get anywhere, she at least wanted to make a good impression. 

And she wanted to give him a ravishing taste of what he was missing. That 
would make him all the more eager to give in to her whims in the future. 
After all, at a time when free sexual relations were commonly accepted, a 
girl of her blatant charms could score additional kudos by being a little 
more demanding than the average run-of-the-mill cunt. 

She was looking through a whole drawerful of expensive, frilly and 
brightly-colored merchandise which she had bought for just such occasions, 
when she realized that the phone had been ringing an incredible number of 
times-perhaps twenty or thirty, much more than John would dare let it go 
for. 

Either he was really hooked, or it was her mother calling from Peekskill to 
see if she'd be coming home for her younger brother's birthday. Well, that 
was about the last thing she wanted to discuss at the moment, so she 
continued to let it ring uninterrupted while she changed. 

Her brother was turning sixteen, and she really did hate to miss the 
celebration, considering the number of hours they had spent together in 
their childhood, playing with each other behind the barn or out in a clump 
of trees beyond the pasture where their parents couldn't interrupt them. 

Those had been the days; she thought they'd never end. Not a day passed 
without she and her brother exploring further the innocent bonds of sibling 
love-something so pure and sacred that it cannot know evil or depravity no 
matter how bizarre the range of its expression. 

And they had indeed ranged far and wide in those milk and honey days. Their 
youthful curiosity left no aspect of sexuality untouched. The only trouble 
now was that she had never been able to find anyone to replace her brother's 
untarnished love and pure emotions. 

When she had taken his young, fair head and drew it to her lap or upon her 
sisterly bosom, no mercenary motives coursed through his blood. And lying 
there in those green fields, she had undone the top of her dress and let his 
cheeks nuzzle against her already maturing, round pink breasts. 

Later she even let him suckle their bright crimson nipples, a sensation that 
sent waves of soft, sweet pleasure sweeping through her sensuous young body. 
But never, never had he had the temerity to demand anything of her. Always 
he had taken what she freely chose to give. 

And now she was uncertain that she would find the same brother if she went 
back home. He might easily have become one of those grabby, greasy kids with 
one-track minds that were everywhere she looked. For one thing, he would 
have already reached puberty, a development that would have a definite 
effect on the status of their relationship. 

Maxine hated not to be in complete control of her relationships, and that 
included the sexual realm as well. Her brother might expect too much of her 
now, and she was afraid, to take the chance of ruining her image of him, 
which she still used whenever masturbating and in all her sex fantasies. 

As she was dreaming of his sweet little smile and wispy hair, she realized 
that the damn phone was ringing again. That was a real bitch. She'd have to 
answer it now, because her curiosity was killing her-was it Johnny or her 
mother who kept ringing over and over again? 

She wrapped her velvet robe tightly around her chilly body, which was now 
clothed in a luscious lingerie, and slowly strolled to the chartreuse phone. 
She was walking sexily, taking her time as if the caller could possibly see 
her as well. 

Standing over the box until she had counted fifteen rings, she 
contemptuously picked up the skinny receiver with three of her slim, 
long-nailed fingers and put it to her thick red lips, which were curved in a 
scowl. 

"Hello?" she queried in the deepest, throatiest voice she could muster for 
the occasion. 

But no response came to her from the other end of the line. All she could 
make out were the myriad beeps and clicks, the humming, whirring noises and 
infinite layers of ghost voices that are always present on the phone lines, 
like the superfluous images on the TV screen, in varying shades and levels 
of volume and clarity. 

But none of those voices was talking to her, Maxine, across that mysterious 
channel of electromagnetic fields. She was about to hang up the receiver in' 
desperation, when she thought she could make out, amid all the mumbo-jumbo, 
the soft-harsh sibilant sound of someone's breathing. 

"Hello? Is anyone there? I hear breathing; is anyone there on the other 
end?" 

She continued her childish questioning over and over as the hoarse breathing 
grew louder, until it seemed as though it was about to emerge into words. 

"Hey, whaddaya wearin'?" he aspirated over the phone in a deep, grunting 
whisper that sent a chill down Maxine's spine until she was raising a school 
of goose bumps down to her ripe firm buttocks. She unconsciously tightened 
the sash of her velvet gown as she recoiled from the voice that was as cold 
as a fish or a dead man's prick. 

"Why, I'm just wearing what I always wear this time of day, you vile, 
disgusting man. What do you mean asking me such a thing? I have on my 
dressing gown, of course." 

"What are you wearing underneath?" his pointed question came in a 
matter-of-face whisper. 

That sent a willy up her crack so creepy it made her pubic hairs stand out 
on end. 

"Hey, what's your game, anyway, mister? What do you care what I'm wearing 
underneath my bathrobe?" 

"Maybe if you tell me, I'll hang up," the hoarse whisper reasoned with 
ludicrous logic. 

Maxine wasn't sure she should believe him. On impulse, she slammed the 
receiver down and bit her fingernails nervously. She lit a cigarette, then 
pulled her velvet robe over the bright, sheer material of her brassiere and 
slip, as though her caller could somehow see her from where he was phoning. 
That gave her a thought about the new videophones, like the one her father 
had already installed in his office in Manhattan, on which the callers could 
see each other. 

That might really be an advance in technology that would have an unwelcome 
effect on the future of obscene phone calls. But she banished such 
irrelevant thoughts from her mind as the doorbell of her apartment rang 
sharply-Johnny's ring. She ran to the door in her bare feet. 

"John, I'm not dressed yet, so close your eyes when you come in," she 
insisted peevishly. 

"Anything you say, Max." 

But as soon as John was in the room he exclaimed: 

"Hey, you're dressed, you've got a bathrobe on and everything! What's the 
big schmultz, huh?" 

"Johnny! What do you mean by peeking? Suppose I hadn't even had this 
indecent gown on?" 

"OK, I'm supposin'. Too bad you-" 

Maxine quickly cut him off. She didn't like the look in his eye as he spoke 
the last bit. 

"If you only knew what I've just been through in the last few minutes, you 
wouldn't be so high-handed with me now," she pouted. 

She then began to tell him the terrifying story of the obscene phone caller, 
whom she called simply Mr. Whisper. She visualized him as a big, fat 
truckdriver with a few days growth, bundled up in some frayed old coat 
calling from a phone booth off the Expressway. 

She even imagined him with his free hand in his pocket, surreptitiously 
jerking himself off as his eyes watched for highway-patrol cars. All this 
she represented to John as the most horrifying of prospects, all the time 
wrapping her velvet robe more tightly around her perfect figure. 

John tried to get close to her luscious body, but Maxine managed to slip 
away into the bathroom to finish dressing. Following her as she locked 
herself inside the room, he continued talking to her, discussing his plans 
for the evening. 

"I've been getting into sensitivity cults sort of, ya know? And I sorta 
thought we might go to one of their touch therapy sessions tonight, if you 
want to." 

"Touch therapy?" she queried suspiciously from the other side of the walnut 
door. "What's that all about, anyway? This isn't one of those communal 
happenings, I hope?" 

"No, no, you don't understand." As John pondered the best way to explain his 
new discovery to her, he noticed with quaint amusement that her bathroom 
door, despite its newness, was styled like the antique variety, with an 
ornate doorknob of brass and a keyhole. A keyhole! The thought pounded into 
his brain. 

"You see, it's important to free the body of its many restraints, and to 
destroy the dragon at the base of the spinal column in order to liberate 
one's psychic energy," he began explaining as he stealthily lowered his eyes 
to the level of the gaping, familiarly-shaped hole in the door. 

He continued explaining and expanding, hardly knowing what he was saying 
half the time, but having digested the material so well that he knew all the 
promotional angles by heart. Meanwhile, all he could make out was Maxine in 
her bathrobe putting on some final make up in front of the mirror. 

Then, as he kept on talking, he saw her reach for her sash. Shutting up for 
a second, he pressed his eye to the keyhole to get a better look. It was 
impossible for him to talk while he was in that position without giving 
himself away, and Maxine wanted to know why he wasn't saying anything. 

He found it necessary to withdraw long enough to get her talking so he 
wouldn't have to. He asked her how her acting lessons were going, and she 
went off on a long spiel, allowing him to get back to the keyhole. 

Inside, she was just letting her robe slip to the ground, giving John an 
almost instant hard-on as he observed her for the first time in such a state 
of semi-nudity. Actually, most of her body was covered by the full slip, 
which went several inches below her crotch, but was so sheer that all of her 
showed through as clear as day. 

She had her back to him at first, and he could see the long stretch of her 
fair skin. And from the skinny straps of her brassiere and the narrow band 
of panties which barely contained her firm, well-rounded buttocks, he knew 
that he would be able to see almost as much of her front when she turned 
around. 

As she reached up to the shower-curtain rod to pull down her dark-green 
velvet shift, John almost climaxed at the sight of her transparent slip 
riding up over her buttocks until he wanted to reach through the door and 
snap her panties a good one against her hard fanny. 

He had his dick in his hand and was pulling on it, realizing that this was 
probably all he would get out of this bitch cunt tonight! She was indeed 
putting on such a good show. Sitting on the toilet seat, she stretched her 
long legs up to pull on some fishnet stockings which went all the way up to 
her hips and attached without the need of a garter belt. 

From the side he could see that her bra of the brightly printed bikini type, 
with low-cut cups that have a tendency to uplift and swell out a woman's 
tits so that they seem even rounder, fuller and more desirable. Her panties 
were of the same design, and barely wide enough to cover all her bush. 

When she stood up to put on her dress, the whole combination looked great, 
the black of her stockings contrasting sharply with the bright yellows and 
reds of her undies and the pastel-blue of her slip. 

As she lifted the delicate green velvet over her head, her tits waggled 
upward in an extremely sensual way, straining every limit of the scanty 
brassiere. Her slip rode up as well, and John knew that he would reach an 
orgasm any time. The unendurable sexiness of that soft velvet sliding 
closely over her taut figure inch-by-inch sent his mind reeling and he 
nearly swooned as she buttoned her dress up to the top so that every bulge 
and contour of her body and undergarments were outlined in tight, sheeny 
velvet. 

Somehow, though, it seemed like she was at the door in an instant, trying to 
get it open. John not only was caught before he reached the end of his 
journey, but he hardly had time to stuff his still stiff-as-a-board prick 
back in his pant without hurting himself or leaving an embarrassing bulge. 

Her body was even more sensational up close. The texture of her soft, tight 
shift made him want to run his hands all over her body, squeezing especially 
those luscious-looking bulges in the green velvet that stuck out in front 
and behind. But she wouldn't let him within inches of her precious form. 

"Come on, Johnny; no shilly-shallying or we'll be late for the seminar, or 
whatever it is." 

Reluctantly, John led her from the apartment and into his shiny convertible. 
In no time at all they were on their way to the sensitivity meeting. John 
tried some preparatory exercise in the car, but Maxine was only interested 
in the countryside. By the time they got there, he was feeling pretty low. 

The session started off all right, with the leader instructing everyone in 
the basic procedures, and trying to set an intimate tone. They were all 
sitting around on the floor, which was composed of adjoining surfaces of 
either foam rubber, water, smooth rocks, heated waterbeds, corduroy or just 
heaps and heaps of cool sand, well-watered down to keep off dust. 

First they went through a series of relating exercises, where they placed 
their palms opposite each other, but without touching. In this fashion they 
moved their hands around and around, trying to follow the other person in 
this symbolic communication. 

Maxine didn't mind this stuff too much, in fact, she was enchanted with it 
and wanted to learn more. John, however, was in a hurry for them to get down 
to the more sense-heavy activities. To him, all this relating part wasn't as 
interesting as the touch-therapy part of the procedure. 

That came soon enough. Partners had been switched frequently, causing some 
confusion and a little awkwardness, since most of the people who came to 
these introductory sessions in couples seemed reluctant to split up, 
especially the guys who had come with really sexy-looking chicks. 

John had no problem with that. He got a chance to fantasize about each girl 
as he went through some innocuous motions with her. But he didn't object 
either when he found himself back with Maxine and the leader announced that 
couples should start rolling around on the floor together, embracing and 
comforting each other and repeating, if they liked, the simple phrase, "It's 
all right," or something like that, over and over to each other. 

Not all the guys had been as careful about getting back to their original 
dates, and so now there was a lot of embarrassment in the room, and a lot of 
uptight hesitation. But Johnny was quick to get things off to a good start. 

Grabbing Maxine firmly around her velveted waist, he gracefully dragged her 
to the floor and started rolling over and over. Somehow it caught on, and 
soon the floor was covered with holy-rollers of a new species. Maxie would 
never have believed it, but it was actually happening! 

Johnny himself was freaking out at the sudden nearness of so much luscious 
beauty which he had been admiring so intently not long ago. By pressing 
closer to her and looking down, he could even make out the lines of her 
underwear and her swelling, confined breasts between the buttons of her 
shift. He longed to free them, and her as well. 

As they continued to roll, John developed another hard-on like the one he 
had when he was peeking through her bathroom door. This time, though, he had 
the advantage of being right up against Maxie and of rubbing it up and down 
on her crotch and belly as they rolled around in the soft sand. 

Maxine knew damn well what he was up to, for she could plainly feel the 
shape of his hard cock racing up and down her thighs like a hungry mosquito. 
Yet she didn't want to cause a scene and lose her ride home. Anyway, she 
knew this particular event would end soon, or that they would switch off as 
they usually did. 

But when the leader, who was busy holding and rolling himself with an 
incredibly svelte redhead with the thinnest waist she had ever seen, finally 
called for a change in partners, he made it sound optional, and only a few 
couples switched. Apparently they were all getting into the communal thing 
with a bang. 

And John had no intention of letting go either, even if she had been able to 
find an open man, which she couldn't. By the time she got her eyes and her 
thoughts back to Johnny and herself, she found that a couple of her buttons 
had somehow become undone in all the writhing and rolling. 

There was no way for her to get her arms free to button them up again, and 
John was so busy whispering "It's all right, it's all right," that she 
didn't have the heart to break in and ask him to stop. In fact, she didn't 
find the experience totally unappealing or unstimulating. 

She was getting quite a thrill out of it, and her frosty clit was beginning 
to tingle, even though she abhorred the idea of letting John lead her into 
anything she didn't initiate. But above all, she didn't want John to find 
out that her dress was partly open in front, and she kept trying to keep her 
chest flat against his so that it wouldn't show at all. 

But John was very aware of what was happening, having helped those buttons 
along himself in his own stealthy way. Of course, he had nothing against the 
avid way in which she was driving her big, voluptuous tits, already swelling 
beyond the confines of their tight brassiere, deep into his own chest. 

He enjoyed feeling their big softness, and the hard feel of her taut bikini, 
tensed against his body as his hard-on wallowed between her juicy thighs and 
jerked and cried for action. He was also able, by applying more pressure to 
her shoulders with his arms, and depressing his own chest cavity slightly, 
to catch sight of her fancily-clothed tits by looking straight down her 
dress. That was a sight worth working for. 

This way he could both watch her tits and feel them against his body at the 
same time. With his hands he was caressing her back, feeling the ridges made 
in the soft velvet by her slip and brassiere, yearning to take them off her. 
He went down as far as the bottom fringe of lace on her bikini panties and 
back up again, sliding a finger up the narrow gully between her buttocks 
without eliciting so much as a bad look from Maxie as he did so. 

She was squirming and unconsciously emitting strange little squeals as John 
massaged her shoulders and back, all the time whispering the phrase in her 
ear, telling her it was all right. She seemed to forget her reluctance to 
let anyone enjoy her body but her virginal brother. 

She at least temporarily forgot to keep up her defenses or even to try to 
conceal her open dress. It was as though she was in a gentle trance 
controlled by the communal rolling about. In fact, all the couples had 
slowed down perceptibly from their initial speedy meanderings, whether from 
nervousness or sheer sexual enthusiasm it was difficult to discern. 

Now they all seemed to be lolling in some kind of sensual attitude, where 
all they could do was hug the other body and teeter back and forth like a 
crescent moon or a rocking horse, lulling each other to tranquility. 

But as so often happens, that serenity gradually gave way to the more 
frantic ravings and rumblings of a more passionate state. For after the 
couples relaxed and stared at each other, their desire grew until they could 
no longer resist. 

No one knew whether it was part of the original plan-perhaps the subtle 
music had something to do with it, or the fact that each was finally 
reunited with the person he had come with-but whatever it was, everyone was 
certainly very relaxed. there could be no doubt about the fact that there 
were some extra therapeutic (in the traditional sense) activities and 
gropings going on out on the floor. But the room was so large, with so many 
different floor textures and areas of play, that everyone felt safe and 
private, as they would at a cocktail party where everybody was making it in 
a different room. 

The lights were low, and the sounds of love filled the room, as a dozen 
girls moaned and hands reached out for crotches everywhere. John and Maxine 
were no exception. John could hardly believe that he was finally going to 
get what he had been after all night, and for the past few weeks as well, 
and it was even going to be easy. 

They were lying in the waterbed area by now, having already covered most of 
the other surfaces and deciding this one to be the most interesting and 
rewarding. John had managed to help open several other of her shifts soft 
velvet buttons along the winding, arduous path there. 

She either hadn't noticed or had been too entranced by the environment of 
lights, music, textures and adjacent sexual activities to care much. Now, 
however, their odd, erratic movements on the surface of the heated waterbed 
laid the front of her body open to John's clear view as she lay on her back 
with her eyes closed. 

She had a broad smile on her face, and so did John, as he watched her 
brassiere-and slip-encased breasts rock up and down, reaching an interesting 
state of strained expansion as the waves hit their peaks. The rest of her 
svelte body swayed as well under the influence of the oscillating vinyl. 

Her hips and thighs would lurch up unexpectedly, so he could see the 
impression of her big bush of pubic hair through her sheer slip and panties. 
Then her legs would stretch out below him, her slip and dress riding up so 
they were bare to the crotch. Taking a real chance for the first time that 
evening, he put out his trembling arm and let his moist palm grace along the 
smooth contours of her long leg all the way up her thigh. 

She didn't open her eyes, but kept on groaning louder and louder as he 
continued to caress her legs with one hand while working on the back or her 
neck with the other. Their movements were so exaggerated by the waterbed 
that her shift, as close-fitting as it was, eventually slipped off at the 
shoulders. 

Then John helped the straps of her slip slide off as well, leaving only the 
thin straps of her brassiere tightly ensconced in her flesh. Her breasts, 
meanwhile, were pumping up and down as her breathing grew heavier, and 
seemed to John from their exposed position to be about to burst out of their 
tight containers. 

John squeezed her tighter around the waist, as if by so doing he would pop 
her knockers out. The rhythm of the music was picking up, and John could see 
some of the couples dancing in the semi-buff, stripped down to their undies 
and bumping hard cocks and goosefleshed tits against each other's exposed 
flesh, in a seemingly playful fashion. 

In other places in the room, he could barely make out some of the men really 
getting down to it, leaning over the prostrate bodies of their girlfriends 
and peeling the clothes from them. Still others were yet too shy to do 
anything but hold and roll their partners, even in the hazy anonymity of a 
room full of sensual seekers. 

John figured he was doing all right with his hand under Maxie's dress, 
feeling her silky panties with the lace fringes, and against the silky skin 
of her finely shaped, firm buttocks that rose up behind her like she was 
just made for getting jammed from behind. 

He even ventured a few fingers under the tight elastic band of her panties 
until he could feel every inch of her hackled rump, running his fingers 
between the tight chasm formed by the two fleshy but firm mounds. Eventually 
he had a single fingertip inserted in the tiny puckered orifice of her ass, 
and was getting a slightly sensational response from the rest of her body. 

Her chest, for instance, began to move around and around against his, with 
her barely confined tits reaching out to their full extent. Her legs opened 
and shut, her thighs clutching for his long, hard ramrod, which was 
inaccessible to them inside his trousers and underpants. 

Her eyes glazed, and her lips became full and moist, forming an alluring 
kiss that alone would have gotten him hard. Her lips sucked on his, she took 
his tongue into her mouth and fondled it with her own. Finally, with her 
hands, pinching and squeezing his buttocks, she brought his crotch and its 
heavy weight as close to her cunt as she could. 

While his tongue was still in her mouth, he surveyed her sensually abandoned 
face with his eyes and then looked out over the room to see what was 
happening, still sucking at her mouth, still nuzzling her crack with his 
hard cattle prod. 

Nothing really seemed changed, except that the semi-clothed dancers seemed 
to be wilting. At least their clothes were, and they would soon be forced to 
abandon them. The leader of the session, a tall, muscular man with a full 
beard, had his therapy mate totally nude writhing under his powerful body. 

Actually, she was not totally nude, but retained a thin gold chain about her 
hips and a thick leather thong across her thighs, as well as a piece of 
black velvet around her neck. The black contrasted sharply, as did the deep 
tan of her body, with her long, brilliant vermilion hair. 

She was without doubt the prettiest redhead John had ever seen, with a 
remarkable figure to boot. Skinny and exceedingly bony at the midriff, she 
swelled out in the chest until her size thirty-eight breasts stood straight 
up, even though she was flat on her back, and her dark carmine nipples were 
fully an inch erect. The bony cradle of her pelvis was moving and gyrating 
in a circle and her whole sweating, bronzed body was squirming beneath his 
suspended torso as though she were bathing in Lake Ecstasy. 

It was clear from the way her long-nailed fingers pulled at his sides, that 
there was nothing she wanted more than to have his bulky body descend upon 
her and guide his swelling prick in between her thighs. 

He, however, still had most of his clothes on, and seemed to get more 
enjoyment out of simply watching her sensational body aching for his cock. 
Of course, John got a lot of enjoyment out of watching it as well, and in a 
way it drove, him on and furthered his excitement with Maxine as he watched 
the couple who were no more than a few yards from where he lay. 

He didn't want to forget Max of course, but he was beginning to wonder if 
he'd ever be able to get all her clothes off. That redhead's naked body 
looked so appetizing that he felt cheated with the fastidiously dressed 
mannequin he was with. But he had to put the thought out of his head, 
because there wasn't a chance in the world of getting a beautiful dame like 
that to suddenly switch her hairy leader for a relatively clean-cut looking 
guy like himself. 

Especially in the middle of an orgy, for that was simply what John had had 
in his mind when he had so graciously promoted the idea of group therapy to 
Maxine. He concentrated his efforts on the skill of the redhead, hoping to 
himself that Max was doing likewise. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Getting up from his position over the gorgeous redhead on the floor, the 
leader, still dressed, came over a few steps to where John was working on 
Maxine. With a magnanimous wave of his hand he indicated to Johnny that he 
should take over with the redhead while he himself would try to get a little 
further with Maxine than Johnny had been able to do. 

Kneeling down between the long, dark legs of the ruby lady, John carefully 
and slowly removed all of his clothes. Ruby continued writhing and squirming 
below him on the ground, trying to scratch John's naked thighs into action 
with her long, sharp nails as he knelt there. 

Finally as he lowered his head to take one of her stiff, upward-pointing 
nipples between his teeth, she placed a hand on each side of his head and 
began to caress his ears with the open palms of her hands. Then she inserted 
the tips of her fingers just inside the shells of his ears and began to 
titillate them. 

He was rolling his head from side to side in joy between her two large, firm 
knockers, while his rock-hard dick lolled between her creamy soft thighs, 
which she used to stroke the underside of his swelling penis one after the 
other. He could feel every well-sculptured bone of her rib cage and pelvis 
against his own stomach, and ran his greedy hands underneath her taut, full 
buttocks, stimulating them with the edges of his fingernails. 

She had one of those fine, almost exaggeratedly sexy bodies that John loved 
to see with clothes on it again, just so he could enjoy the thought of 
taking them off and once again revealing her wonderful naked skin. In fact, 
he went through a series of fantasies of her wearing different kinds of sexy 
apparel in a room which he entered, and then proceeded to undress her. 

But now she was already radiantly naked before him, and despite the fact 
that he knew she would look orgastic in almost any clothes, he had had 
enough of getting girls undressed tonight. Possibly the leader would have 
more luck getting Maxine's layers of clothing off, but John was just 
grateful that he didn't have to think about things like that with this 
beautiful cunt. 

As he was sucking on her swollen tits with a vengeance, she slowly, and with 
the firmness of a truly dominant personality, moved his active gums all the 
way down along her belly, over her sexy navel, until his chin was tickled by 
the big curly bush of her plentiful pubic hair. Lifting his head up an inch 
or so, Johnny took a close look at her luscious pussy. 

He had never seen quite so much hair lumped onto one female crotch before. 
And it was all a flaming cinnabar-color, a rust-red forest half as old as 
time. Her vaginal lips, too, seemed to protrude or stick up, ready for 
action in a way that he had rarely seen on women. The point of their 
separation was well marked, and with no effort at all he was able to find 
her erect clitoris with the tip of his exploratory tongue. 

Soon his tongue was doing everything it knew how, delving into every fiord 
of her cunt, but especially stroking her clitoris to full stiffness and then 
sucking on it. Ruby's legs were jerking spasmodically, her sweet thighs 
pressing her fingers against his ears with a passion. 

She emitted a series of gradually loudening moans and sighs as he burrowed 
his mouth into her cunt, until finally she let go a great belch from inside 
her pussy and a long, low scream of pleasure from her mouth as she came in a 
multiple cluster of climaxes, one after the other only minutes and seconds 
apart. 

After that she seemed to take on an even more sensually alerted glow. Her 
svelte body seemed possessed by a ravenous spirit of voluptuousness and 
sexual energy. Every movement of her long, lean torso against John's became 
an ecstasy, every open-mouthed kiss she exchanged with him seemed to be lit 
by the hot fire of mid-orgasm's deep need. 

Just as John's hard-working chops were being overwhelmed by Ruby's 
enthusiastic response, he thought he was either mad or dreaming, but he 
actually felt the unmistakably cool, sweet feeling of someone's mouth on his 
hard cock. He had been so engrossed in giving it to Ruby that he had left 
his own genitals unattended to, and apparently someone had taken pity on 
him. 

The feeling on his cock was so beautiful and soothing that it was impossible 
for him to move or do anything but stretch his limbs in animal pleasure at 
the great blow-job he was getting, entirely unsolicited. Meanwhile, Ruby was 
still ecstatically caressing his head and shoulders in the afterglow of her 
several orgasms as he licked aimlessly at her cunt. 

Finally, rolling over carefully onto his back to get a glimpse of his 
benefactor, he did the biggest double take of his career. It was Maxine, 
stripped down to nothing but that alluring brassiere of hers, who had her 
hot mouth around John's pulsating cock, and the leader himself was at her 
rear end. 

He really couldn't believe the switch on her part, and began to believe that 
that guy, whoever the hell he was, must have incredible power over women. 
They seemed willing to do anything he said. And yet how magnanimous it was 
of him to first give up his own luscious redhead to John and then, after 
working what could only be considered wonders with Maxine, have her give 
John a blow-job instead of himself. 

He was obviously satisfied with the humble position of eating out Maxine's 
lush asshole. And the best part about the whole thing was that she was 
giving John one of the best sucks he'd ever felt. Coolly and lovingly, she 
dragged her swift tongue over and over the smooth, swelling surface of his 
hardened member. 

While she sucked up and down on his whang her hands were busy pulling and 
tickling the big, bulging hairy sac of his balls, urging them to disburse 
their precious milky product up through the long hard shaft of his cock. 

Meanwhile, he worked his mouth up along Ruby's svelte body until it was 
suckling on her big firm tits while Maxine kept sucking away on the lollipop 
of his dick. Soon the pleasure was more than John could stand, and he could 
no longer keep the rushing tide of hot white come from bursting out of his 
cock in long, intense spurts that filled Maxine's avid mouth, while the 
jerking spasms of his prick shook her entire head with them. 

A wave of incredibly strong pleasure shot over Johnny's whole body from his 
ass to his elbows, and he slumped into the cradle of Ruby's pelvis, his 
weary head between her generous breasts. Maxine continued to clean and suck 
his spent member with the enthusiasm of a young new wife. 

That was all he could remember for a while, as the red lights faded above 
his swimming brains. He must have fallen into a deep sleep, because when he 
arose, almost everyone had left the place except for Ruby and him. They were 
both lying on their backs on the heated waterbed, and the watch on his wrist 
showed that many hours must have passed since he fell out and was laid to 
rest on the incredibly comfortable heated surface. 

Immediately, he rolled off and began to look for his clothes in the huge, 
deserted room. He found them in a small room off the main lobby, equipped 
with a small bed and a radio, and was busy putting them back on when Ruby 
appeared in the doorway. He hadn't even noticed her lying next to him on the 
waterbed when he had gotten up, or else he had imagined that it was actually 
Maxine lying there, since that seemed more likely to him. 

Now that he realized it was Ruby, he began to worry about where Maxine was. 
But a word from Ruby set his mind at ease. Anyway, it was awfully hard for 
him to get too upset about Maxie's disappearance with the leader when that 
beautiful redhead was standing there smiling at him. 

Leaning in the doorway in her tight-fitting gray shirt and matching pants 
with a silver chain around her middle, she looked just as John had imagined 
she would earlier that night: eminently disrobable. Her shirt was of the 
thin, shiny kind, and the clear outline of her big, wonderful tits confined 
in a tight, transparent bra showed through in every detail, including the 
long, erect nipples which could not be restrained by two layers of taut 
synthetic fabric. His mouth was watering. 

Through her pants he could make out the extremely skinny lines of her bikini 
underpants as well as the voluminous bush of her pubic hair. The pants clung 
tightly to her thighs and all the way down her legs. When she turned around, 
her fire-red hair flowed all the way to the out-and up-thrust bumps of her 
rear end, which strained the narrow pants almost to splitting. 

In fact, John was having an ardent phantasy that they were splitting and 
that it was up to him to hold them together with his bare hands. His bare 
hands, that was a swell idea. He wanted to embrace her entire body again 
with his bare hands, even though he had been all over her eating her out 
only a few hours ago. Of course, he hadn't actually had the pleasure of 
fucking her. 

He wondered exactly what the setup was for the rest of the night, and what 
role she was supposed to play in his plans, or the leader's plans, or 
whatever. The way she was standing there was friendly yet ambivalent. In 
fact, he had the feeling that she might only be humoring him because of some 
whim of her regular boyfriend, the leader who ran the group therapy 
sessions. 

So many times in the past, John had run into .girls and women who, after 
going through all kinds of sexy and obscene procedures one night, would go 
back to being cold and hard-to-get the next day, and she certainly looked 
like she was capable of such a decision. Certainly, she was far prettier and 
sexier than any of the chicks who had pulled those bitchy stunts on him 
before. 

And he wondered if he dared take her back to his apartment, where the 
landlady knew him and Maxine was sure to find out. After all, she was bound 
to come out of whatever trance she had been in the night before. And when 
she did, she would, realize what she had done, and what Johnny had been 
doing to the other chick, and he wouldn't want to be around when that 
happened. 

Maxine could have an incredible temper, even if that was all he had seen of 
her passion. And Johnny hated to lose her. Even though he wasn't getting any 
lately from her, she was quite wealthy. If he could ever establish some kind 
of sexual rapport with her, he would have it made. 

But Ruby was certainly worth the gamble, although he couldn't be sure if she 
would stick around after today. So he was a little surprised when she 
suggested they go to her place instead, as she had a specially designed 
townhouse in the city all to herself, and she had to be there to receive 
certain important business calls. Johnny could see that. 

And if she owned a whole brownstone, she might be almost as rich as 
Maxine-not that he was a gold digger or anything as coarse as that. But he 
had several rather elaborate schemes for different kinds of media 
productions that would take an enormous amount of money to get underway. 

Johnny didn't have any intention of working his ass to the bone for the next 
twenty years to get enough bread together to pay for all the equipment 
himself. He wanted to do it now, and finding a chick with money was the only 
way he saw right now, although it might seem a little mercenary to others. 

But of course he had never expected that the woman he would finally decide 
upon could be as desirable as Ruby. If that worked out, he would indeed be 
making a coup, and killing two birds with one stone. In any case, it should 
prove to be an interesting adventure at the very least. 

The ride there was uneventful, except that John enjoyed the elaborate sound 
system in the car, which allowed listener manipulation of gain levels, loop 
delay set-ups, echoes, the whole works, in twelve-way stereo instead of the 
usual car radio. Her place was a pleasantly ornate, three-story building 
near the river. 

When they got inside, John was overwhelmed by the expensive, antique 
furniture with which she had crowded the entire first floor, all of it as 
gorgeous as she was. Tall mirrors with gargoyle-laden frames and old 
mercury-glass abounded, as well as medieval tapestries on the walls. 

There was an enormous velvet-covered couch in the middle of the living room, 
and Ruby reclined in it a moment, the color of the material obviously having 
been selected to contrast beautifully with her bright hair. She looked truly 
regal in he glow of the fire which John got going in the fireplace. 

But she warned him not to get too settled there, since there were still two 
more floors to her little palace, and he would certainly want to see them as 
well. During all this time, Johnny was anxious to find out exactly what her 
connection to the touch-therapy institute was, and how she knew the leader. 

And what did she do on the side, to get all this money? However, he wasn't 
able to get clear answers from her on any of these questions, she apparently 
valued mystery more than even most men do. Sitting next to her on the velvet 
sofa before the fire, he edged his arm around her shoulder, and asked her 
what they could do with the rest of the evening, whether she would like to 
go out or whether she intended to spend the rest of the night inside. 

Moving a little closer to him so that her big right tit jutted stiffly into 
his side just below the armpit, giving him a sensual awakening there that 
soon began to spread, she suggested that there was enough to keep them busy 
inside her modest mansion-in-the-city to keep them busy for weeks. 

He wondered what she meant by that, whether she was just kidding or if she 
really intended to stay indoors that long. But he had very little time to 
think it out as she continued nuzzling closer and closer to him, rubbing her 
silky shirt and its well-stuffed interior up against his sensitive body. 
Then all of a sudden she got up and told him they were going upstairs. 

Reluctantly, he got up from the sofa and followed her enticing figure to the 
ornate spiral staircase, which she began to ascend. Walking up behind her 
was a treat that set his blood a few degrees higher. Every step made her 
firm, generous buttocks swing and plump out with a mouth-watering lushness, 
accentuated by the thin impression of her bikinis clinging tightly to her 
rump underneath the gray pants. 

He yearned to slide his arm all the way up the length of her tight-fitting 
pants, caressing every inch of her long, bronzed legs as she moved smoothly, 
finally getting to her sensual, creamy thighs and tickling their tender 
insides. Then he would grab hold of her panties and take them off of her. 

By the time they got to the top of the stairs, John's phantasy had almost 
carried him completely way, and he could feel his fingers twitching and his 
cock growing hard, until he could no longer resist and, forgetting himself 
for a while, thrust a hand between her thighs as she walked. 

Her natural motion caused it to be trapped and squeezed between them there, 
and once she felt it, she purposely held her legs together to savor the 
feeling of something hard and blunt between her soft thighs. A sweet smile 
appeared on her face, and it was obvious that she was enjoying Johnny's 
forwardness. 

As her smile deepened, and she put her hand tenderly against his groin, he 
thought that he would soon be able to fulfill all his wild dreams with this 
gorgeous cunt. 

But what was more surprising than her catching his hand or the frank use of 
hers, was the surprise that was waiting for him when they came to the next 
landing, where the decor was strikingly different. And that wasn't all. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

There before him, in the midst of a layout that looked as though it had been 
designed by someone on an acid trip, with all curved contours and not a 
trace of a straight line, was Maxine, dressed in some kind of leather outfit 
and tied with clear plastic chains to a black post covered with white 
bearskin. 

Her outfit consisted of a leather g-string, actually no more than a rawhide 
thong tied tightly, to the point of cutting off some of her circulation, all 
around her fine fleshy buttocks and down between her thighs. She was tied 
with her rump to them, so that he couldn't see her face or her tits, but he 
knew it was Maxine. 

At first, his pity was aroused, and he wondered what the hell she was doing 
up there like that. Certainly it couldn't be part of any kind of therapy or 
therapeutic treatment. Addressing his queries to Ruby, he was assured that 
that was not necessarily so, and that therapy was relative, just like 
everything else. 

What might be hideous or onerous to one person, might very well be 
therapeutic to another. Sometimes pain was useful in raising the level of 
consciousness, and awakening certain feelings and sense potential that 
lingered dormant in the improperly or insufficiently stimulated anatomy. 

She and her husband Carl were certain that they had unlocked many of the 
secrets of the anatomy which had remained hidden for ages to the mind of 
man, while blind individuals rushed ahead with technological advances that 
left the spirit in a shambles. Still others criticized their practices, 
considering them nothing but cruel and shameful. 

And while contemporary opinion had given full approval to the normal gamut 
of sexually-frank operations, there still remained age-old taboos against 
certain kinds of superficially painful techniques which, when properly 
understood, could serve to catapult a person's John had to admit that lie 
was somewhat stimulated by the sight of his erstwhile girlfriend tied with 
those silly looking Plexiglas chains to that black, fur-covered pole, her 
buttocks sticking out and twitching. He was caught between two driving 
impulses: one to free Maxine from her cruel, humiliating bondage; the other 
was to charge her from behind and cool his hard cock in the sweaty crevice 
of her big, fleshy ass. 

On the other hand, he didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize his 
relationship with Ruby, especially considering the renewed fervor with which 
it had been suggested. In short, he would have liked to be able to fuck them 
both, preferably at the same time, like he did before. He had never imagined 
how much more satisfying it could be to have two women working on him at 
once. 

But Ruby indicated that he should at least begin with Maxine, who had 
already agreed to be the victim. Handing him a long bullwhip of black 
Spanish leather, she told him to go over and introduce himself to his 
girlfriend in his new role of supreme master. John wasn't sure he was ready 
to accept the role yet, but he had long had the phantasy of some day getting 
to whip some woman in retribution for all the trouble they had caused him. 

And now Maxine's formerly inaccessible buttocks and skinny, bony back that 
swelled up into a broad chest were all exposed to his mercy or lust, and he 
was the sole master. 

Pulling at the leather thong that now bound her loins, he elicited cries of 
pain from her as he jerked it up to make room for his cock to enter her 
between her buttocks. 

Then, as her firm rump glowed with red sparks where the thongs had been tied 
too tightly, he shoved a premonitory finger up her puckered asshole. When he 
was finally ready, he began taking off his own clothes. When he removed his 
underpants, his long, throbbing stinger jabbed up into the air and began 
dancing around like a wild unicorn tusk, aiming in the general direction of 
the big red mounds of her derriere. 

But then, just as he was getting ready to ram his rude avenger up her ass, 
he felt the cruel sting and heard the loud crack of the whip he had left 
behind him. Whirling around in his nakedness, he saw Ruby standing there in 
a new outfit that she must have slipped into while he was stripping down. 

She explained that because he had abandoned the whip, he was unworthy of it, 
and as a consequence must suffer under its lash which she, being infinitely 
worthy no doubt, would be forced to apply. And as she explained she gave him 
another "love tap" across the chest with the crude weapon. 

Things weren't going the way John had wanted them to, and he began to get 
the premonition that he was not going to get to enjoy either of his lovely 
women because of his indecisiveness, and that would be too much for him to 
bear. 

Ruby though looked like she really meant business with that big black whip 
in her hands. And though her body was thin and sleek, she was strong enough 
to make it hurt. John was stark naked, and there wasn't much he could do 
under the circumstances except run and hide on the other side of the pole 
that Maxine was strapped, or rather chained, to. 

For the first time that night since leaving her side at the encounter group, 
he was looking Maxine squarely in the face. There was a mixture of fear and 
pleasure in her eyes that set him to thinking that they must have some kind 
of weird setup here. As the ineffectual lashes of Ruby's fierce whip fell 
across Maxine's. exposed back and backside, he saw the lustful, oblivious 
glaze of masochistic pleasure come into Maxine's eyes and spread to her 
whole face until even her tongue was lolling out with desire, and her lips 
begged him in soundless syllables to fuck her up the ass immediately. 

Of course there was nothing he would rather do at the moment, if he only had 
the chance. But with the way Ruby was brandishing that big long whip, it 
didn't look like he was going to get a chance to fulfill his ardent desire. 

Nevertheless, Ruby kept flailing and Maxine kept wincing and wailing until 
Johnny felt like he had to do something to stop the poor girl's suffering. 
Rushing around the pole, he grabbed the end of the whip around his wrist the 
way he had seen it done in old cowboy movies and television serials. 

Jerking his arm suddenly towards him, he was able to wrench the dastardly 
weapon out of Ruby's hand. Gathering it up in loose coils which he looped 
around his arm, he approached the surprised Ruby, who seemed to look 
favorably, if somewhat fearfully, upon John's newly acquired forcefulness. 

She began to get on her knees and beg him to hit her with the whip. She was 
writhing up and down and insisting, demanding that he beat the shit out of 
her right then and there, and she would do anything he wanted for the rest 
of his life. Well, it sounded pretty good, so he lifted the jagged length of 
refined rawhide and waved it over her trembling head. 

She groveled in fear at his feet, the points of her nipples uppermost 
through her bra and tight silk shirt. He dragged the tip of the whip across 
her chest, in between the vulnerable hillsides of her twin peaks, letting it 
fall inside the buttons of her shirt to tickle the surface of her chest. 

Then, with great care, he wrapped the end around each button in turn and 
whipped them off, one at a time from the bottom up, until, with a flourish, 
her shirt flew open. Johnny got a jerk in his sex organ at the sight of 
those incredibly large bra-cups fighting hard to keep her firm breasts 
inside. 

Her short leather skirt had ridden up on her hips to reveal that the 
only-thing guarding her pudenda was a narrow gold chain with a few glittery, 
free swinging gewgaws hanging from it across the entrance to her cunt. She 
also had on some very sheer nylon stockings that were held up on each thigh 
by some kind of jeweled band or garter instead of the traditional garter 
belt. 

Now that he had her shirt open, John wanted more than anything else to pull 
her skirt down and go home. But he knew that she would never let him get 
anywhere until he proved that he was the dominating type she wanted him to 
be. So after a few preliminary twirls of the long leather thong, he began 
giving her a few lashes across the tits, being careful to hit only the 
covered sectors so as not to leave any scars on their beautiful, tanned 
surface. 

He did the same to her crotch, flailing her across the rumpled, leather band 
of her miniskirt until she cried out in an anguish of pleasure and rolled 
over on her belly. Then he started giving it to her on her partly covered 
rump, as well as sliding the whip sharply across the tender small of her 
back, making her whole anatomy tremble with delight, but leaving no trace of 
its presence. 

In fact, she was delighted with his handling of the whole situation, feeling 
that she had at last found a man who cared for getting the maximum pleasure 
arousal from a minimum of violence. And not only did she find the new ratio 
personally interesting and exhilarating, but she immediately saw the 
wonderful business potential or something that would have more general 
appeal to the popular masses, the man in the street. 

Far more important than that though, was the realization that John was a 
tender, sensitive human being who was capable of feeling real emotions 
towards her and spared no length to express them. After gaining his 
confidence earlier that evening, she had tried to humiliate him in every way 
possible, and had been unsuccessful. 

Now she would take him in again, only to go on later to test his freedom 
from petty jealousy. She began to moan and whimper in an excruciating, 
enticing sexual way with each of John's careful lashings, until she could 
see his mouth beginning to water. Then she began to long roll across the 
floor, during which her short skirt managed to remove itself from the 
fragile cylinder of her hips. 

Lying on her back, she lifted both legs at once about forty-five degrees 
into the air and spread them apart so that her body formed an inverted Y. 
Instantly John went for her exposed crack with the whip and managed to land 
several sharp cracks there, totally unexpected by Ruby. 

She winced and shot her legs even further out and up, shoving the 
protruding, reddened lips of her pussy so far up that one of the metal 
charms on her waist chain fell between them and was sucked within. That was 
all John could take. He was ready to mount her now, his hard-on back to full 
strength and shooting out of his crotch like a sore thumb at ten o'clock 
high. 

But first he had the ingenious idea of releasing Maxine from her Plexiglas 
bonds so she could join in as his rear artillery, so to speak. At first she 
was too worn out and spent most of her time rubbing her wrists and ankles 
where the chains had been. 

She was a little disappointed and hurt to see John so anxious to get back to 
his other cunt after cutting her loose. Now that she was out of the wild 
trance that strange, bearded man had put her in last night, she wasn't 
feeling so generous sexually. But she had been through a lot. 

Sometimes a long, hard ordeal can do more for straightening out a person's 
head than any amount of mesmeric talk or hypnotic looks. Besides, she was so 
glad to be free of the whipping that her normal sexual urges were beginning 
to resurface, only now they were more heightened than ever. 

The exposure of her flesh for so long in he cool, automatically controlled 
temperature of the house, and the stimulating effect on her epidermis of all 
those flailing sand pinchings and squeezings from behind, had built up a 
kind of electrical deposit in her body, a charge that needed to be 
neutralized by some static electricity of the opposite charge. 

And Johnny was the only opposite charge in sight. Her suffering having 
broken down some of her resistance to sexual dominance, she decided that it 
would be better to get into things with a little enthusiasm for a change, 
rather than sitting around moping and horny. 

Of course she didn't like being assigned to such a menial role in the menage 
a trois, but she also calculated that she might use her talents as a lever 
to boost herself to prominence over Ruby. Mainly, of course, she just wanted 
plenty of cock at the moment, and she would do anything to get it. 

And, she was glad at having a chance to initiate again, to be able to take 
part or else jerk off while watching the two of them go at it. 

John, on the other hand, wasn't giving much thought to Maxine and her bitchy 
hangups at the moment, for he was rather deeply involved with Ruby's bronze 
buttocks rising stoutly before him like two mounds of frozen custard. He was 
prodding and separating them with the stiff tip of his dick, spitting and 
drooling on it to give it lubrication. 

Then Ruby rolled over and pulled him against her, his hard cock falling 
between her soft-as-heather thighs, where she squeezed and pampered it like 
a royal hot dog, bringing near his long awaited climax. But for that he 
wanted to be inside her. It had been great eating her out, and it was great 
having his cock massaged by her deft legs until he felt like screaming. 

But what he had been looking forward to was just the simple luxury of 
fucking such a beautiful woman and watching her finely proportioned body and 
pretty face go through the throes of ecstasy along with him. With one 
movement he ripped off her tight brassiere, leaving deep red gashes where 
the straps and bands had been, and catapulting her firm knockers tipped with 
their big dark nipples upward to him. 

Lifting his entire body into the air above her, he slid back an inch or two 
and prepared to lower his rock-hard, horizontal prick into her handsome 
hangar. First he let its firm, rubbery tip play against the well-distended 
outer lips of her hairy cunt, making her buttocks lift clear off the ground 
with each nudge. 

Maxine by this time had recovered and was busy cradling his balls in her 
loving fingers, following expertly the long lunges he was making towards 
Ruby's cunt with his torso. As he began to sink the first half-inch or so of 
his rammer into the outskirts of her pussy and then withdraw, leaving Ruby 
in an agony of desire each time, Maxine was busy working her fingers up the 
root of John's cock until she had one whole hand firmly around it. 

John was enjoying the feel of that hand on his dick as he worked on the 
other girl's cunt, but he had no idea what Maxine had in mind. Raising his 
torso into the air, he paused for a second before going into the final, 
passionate, no-longer-able-to-be-resisted plunge into the depths of her 
being. 

In that instant Maxine fastened her other hand to the top of the first, at 
the base of his root. Then, as he lowered away, full tilt, and boggied on 
into her jewel, he found that Maxine's hands kept him from the full plunge; 
he was only halfway into Ruby. That was annoying. 

Here he was caught between ecstatic expectation and orgiastic fulfillment, 
going only half the speed of light, only halfway to Jupiter, and that bitch 
Maxine was the difference. But before he could get riled about it, she had 
jerked his whang out of Ruby's begonias and was lifting her own fair anatomy 
into position over the dangerously-pointed object. 

John was too flustered to count noses. Frankly, at any other time, he 
couldn't care less, but he had already gone through such elaborate fantasies 
about giving it to Ruby and had come so close, that he would really lose a 
lot of sleep if he didn't get to fuck her after all. Of course, Maxine would 
never be able to understand that. And indeed, she was already lowering the 
hoist onto his numb erection, reawakening it with the tight, juicy walls of 
her vagina as they slid in all around it and filled his heart with a feeling 
of security and dirty, sexy warmth. 

He couldn't move, but he didn't have to. He knew it would be better to wait 
out this storm, and conserve his energy for Ruby, whom he could always get 
after Maxine was finished with him. And the way she was squirming and 
worming around on the shaft of his rocket, it looked like fireworks would 
soon be going off inside of her-but whether they would be hers or Johnny's 
would depend on his fortitude and longevity in the heat of action. 

He could either try to come immediately, so that he would have a few minutes 
to rest for his assault on Ruby, or he could try to hold off until he had 
made Maxie come; but he knew that she would never be the type of girl to 
quit a good prick while it was still hard, and he'd never be able to lose 
his erection as long as her sumptuous piece of twat was on the line. 

So he might as well go for the quick hit. She was certainly making it easy 
enough for him, the way she was moving around and hanging her gorgeous tits 
against his chest and in his face, just letting the stiffened nipples graze 
against the surface of his skin in a most enticing manner. 

Then she would lift her crotch up, up along his stiff shaft, with a smooth 
stroke, bringing her cunt to the very end of his cock before slamming down 
on it again. After about four or five treatments like that, John was on the 
verge of an orgasm. Gathering up her thighs against her stomach in his 
powerful arms, he half sat up for his climax, which exploded with great 
force inside of her, and left the two of them rocking and rolling on the 
floor. 

Ruby had been watching the whole thing from the sidelines, not really 
feeling like interrupting their fond play. But as soon as they finished 
fucking each other, she came over to John's limp and slowly recuperating 
body, and pried him apart from Maxine with great force and urgency. 

Seeing that John refused to budge, Ruby satisfied herself with kneeling 
behind his back and scratching his backbone and shoulders lightly and 
erotically with the edges of her sharply pointed nails while he continued to 
embrace Maxine in his afterglow. She licked the back of his neck and the 
insides of his ears, whispering loving encouragement as well. 

Then Ruby would knead some of the loose flesh on his back between her 
well-trained teeth, subtly massaging and stimulating every pore to 
rejuvenated awareness. Soon he could feel the effects spreading to other, 
lower parts of his anatomy as well. His balls began to itch and his limp 
prick started to grow again. 

He could feel its sensitive surface taking on a mounting shape in the warm, 
moist security of Maxine's tight cunt. It was a wonderfully pleasant 
sensation to feel his spent cock grow to hardness inside the very place 
which had reduced it to a limp state not many minutes ago. 

Slowly but surely the strong young root squiggled up the sides of her 
still-hot pussy, seeking the full contours of its potential size. 

But before it could get seriously entangled in that operation, Ruby was 
careful to remove it from its nest and bring it out in he open where she 
could get her hands on it. 

But John was waking up now, and remembered his original intention. 
Abandoning Maxine's limp-as-a-dishrag body, he took Ruby by her slim waist 
and brought her bony pelvis against his in a long, naked embrace which sent 
his cock straight between her legs and out the back of her peaked buttocks. 

He rolled her over onto the floor and landed on top of her, his hard organ 
fluttering against her sexy navel as he took her left tit fully into his 
mouth and began to bite until she screamed out. Then he squeezed both of the 
big round moons until it looked as if the poor stiff nipples at the tips 
would burst open from the pressure he was putting on them. 

He gouged her cunt with his knee, which he brought up and dug bluntly into 
her crotch until the tears came. He was certainly more than a match for her 
sado-masochistic impulses, and she was almost beginning to wish that he 
would go back to his more gentle, less forcible ministrations of before. 

Now the fire of revenge burned in her fierce eyes, and she dreamed of taking 
the lash to him in a new frenzy of punishment, flailing his weak flesh until 
he begged her for mercy on all fours and offered to suck her asshole for the 
rest of her life if she would only stop and give him some relief. 

But there was no way for her now to carry out those fantasies, and all she 
could do was willingly submit to his lunatic assault, enjoying and savoring 
the brutality of it as much as she could until he was done. 

After all, she didn't mind getting fucked or whipped, but a knee in the cunt 
was unforgivably gauche. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Letting out with an advanced karate kick, she floored him in one motion, 
leaving him unconscious, his naked limbs arranged in an odd-shaped cluster 
on the floor. Maxine was taken aback by Ruby's sudden action and didn't know 
what to make of the situation as it was shaping up. 

Ruby, however, lost no time in explaining some of the rules of the advanced 
therapy which she had just demonstrated. Although her actions might seem 
complicated and unrelated to the untrained observer, there was actually a 
deep purpose to every change in tactics, which would become apparent later 
on. 

Maxine went for her explanation for the most part, although she expressed 
doubts as to whether it was the best approach. Then, further interested in 
the other applications of the new therapy, she asked Ruby if it were 
possible for her to overcome her strange sexual hang-up about her kid 
brother. 

Ruby said that she had heard of such cases before, and that it would not be 
too difficult for Maxine to tear down the barriers that surrounded her 
natural love and normal sex urges. Of course, she added, it was not 
altogether reprehensible for a pretty girl to have such emotions and 
sensations. 

In fact, it was perfectly natural for her to be attracted to her brother. 
All she would really have to do would be to learn to transfer that feeling 
to other men, and to realize that it was all right for them to seduce her, 
and not always vice-versa. That would help her overcome her fear that her 
brother would no longer be the passive, innocent type he had been before 
puberty. 

On the whole, Ruby was hopeful of a total cure, and she decided that the 
best way to get things off to a good start would be for Max to go to her 
brother's birthday party in Peekskill, and begin at the root of the problem. 
Once things were straightened out there, the rest of it would come 
naturally. 

She suggested that they leave her house and start immediately on the upstate 
trek, adding that they could get all the extra sleep they wanted at some 
motel along the way. Maxine thought that was a good idea and decided that it 
would be better to leave while she was still feeling the urge to cleanse her 
soul, before her old fears could return. 

Leaving John in a frozen coma on the floor, they got dressed in the upstairs 
bedroom and then took the rear elevator to the street and into the car. Ruby 
was wearing nothing but an open-front leather shirt fastened across the bust 
with rawhide thongs and showing just enough of her big round boobs, 
unhampered by a bra, to set any red-blooded American boy chirping like a 
cricket on a hot summer night somewhere in Georgia. 

She also wore a very short knit skirt and a pair of tinted stockings that 
looked great on her long, thin legs as she slid into the front seat. 

In fact, even Maxine was beginning to have her doubts about bringing such a 
good-looking chick to meet her brother. If she did solve her hang-ups, she'd 
still be picking up a lot of heavy competition from Ruby. 

But she was so desperate that she was willing to take the chance that Ruby 
was really a decent chick after all. She didn't understand everything she 
had to say about the new kinds of action therapy which she promulgated, but 
she was sure that Ruby must have some noble motive for doing all of this. 

Of course, she was a little overtaken by the way that Ruby had appropriated 
John for her own use, but then again, she had disappeared with the group 
leader after he had somehow talked her into giving John a blow-job. How he 
had done that, even she herself wasn't exactly sure of. 

All she knew was that he had a silver tongue and a hypnotic quality to his 
voice that was capable of making his listener feel sorry for him while at 
the same time wanting to do everything he suggested out of sheer admiration 
and compassion for him. 

It seemed possible, and yet in the few minutes he spent on the floor with 
her, he had overcome her lifetime neurosis against being told what to do 
sexually and, with his finger on her clitoris, had convinced her that there 
was nothing she would rather do than blow John while he was, of all things, 
eating out Ruby. 

That was a horny one all right. But she knew that she had been awfully horny 
that night and her resistance had begun to weaken considerably during the 
long and intimate therapy session in the big room. 

That was another matter now, though, and all that she cared about at the 
moment was getting to the celebration on time. 

They were sweeping past myriad sparkling lights advertising cheap motels 
with color television and indoor swimming pools, golf, tennis, and 
recreation and dancing. The bright lights twinkled against the night's 
deep-purple sky like so many spaceships on their ways to distant galaxies. 

Ruby spotted a nice-looking one along the way that featured mandarin cooking 
and a cocktail pianist. Of course it was a little late for that kind of 
thing. All they really wanted was a good shower and a soft bed. The clerk at 
the desk eyed them suspiciously, as if he thought they were lesbians. Maxine 
didn't much like his looks either. 

But they got a great room with a huge double-bed and a twenty-one inch color 
set. They also had a big shower stall and Ruby instantly announced that she 
was going to take a hot one before going to bed for the night. She undressed 
in front of Maxine, talking the whole time about the nasty clerk. 

While Ruby was in the shower, Maxine was concentrating on the events that 
had just taken place. Maxine was relaxing with her thoughts when she thought 
she heard low, muffled sounds from the bathroom. As she listened more 
intently, the sounds became louder and more intense. 

Actually, what Maxine was hearing was Ruby, who was showering and 
masturbating at the same time. The lovely redhead had her hand in her cunt 
and was massaging it with great gusto. Ruby was slowly weaving her agile 
fingers into the inside of her pussy. 

She had her middle finger on her clitoris and was wiggling it back and forth 
very rapidly. As she played with herself, she moaned softly, with great 
pleasure. 

Her eyes were closed and she was standing straight up with her nipples 
sticking out as hard as bullets. The expression on her face revealed the 
pleasure that her fingers were producing throughout her entire frame. 
Suddenly, as her clit grew more erect, she let out a deep and loud groan 
that was heard rather clearly by Maxine, who was still listening from the 
other room. 

Thinking that her new-found friend was indeed in serious trouble, Maxine ran 
into the bathroom and pushed the shower curtain open. She was rather amazed 
to find that all the noise was just from Ruby, who was now down on her hands 
and knees and about to complete an explosive climax. 

At first, Maxine felt rather embarrassed at finding Ruby in that state. 
However, after Maxine realized that everything was all right, she relaxed 
and began to stare closely at Ruby's body. 

Ruby was practically unaware that Maxine was in the room. The redhead was 
enjoying herself so much that she was oblivious to all else. But when Ruby 
completed her climax, she was quite pleased to look up and see Maxine before 
her. 

Ruby had always considered Maxine to be a rather sexy woman. And now that 
she was seeing her after such a sexual moment, Ruby found her to be even 
more sensual than she had imagined. And Maxine did look alluring in her 
skimpy see-through pajama top. 

Ruby began to smile up at her visitor. Maxine blushed at first, but when 
Ruby asked her to join her in the shower, Maxine felt that she should say 
yes, rather than offend Ruby. 

Maxine slowly removed her only article of clothing and stepped into the 
shower beside Ruby. At first they just played in the shower together. 
Splashing soapy water on each other was quite a fun game to these two. After 
they were both covered with soap, Ruby suggested that they each wash each 
other's bodies. 

Ruby took the sponge in her hand and began to rub it on Maxine's tits. The 
sponge and Ruby's hands felt so good that Maxine felt she had no other 
alternative than to do the same to Ruby. 

They stood rubbing each other's tits and moaned in sheer delight. Finally, 
Ruby let her sponge drop and covered Maxine's tits with her hands. Ruby took 
Maxine's nipple in her fingers and squeezed it until it stood out very 
erect. 

Ruby then moved her mouth onto Maxine's nipple, pulling on it gently with 
her lips. With Maxine's tit still in her mouth, Ruby moved her hands down to 
the woman's lower area. Ruby put one of her hands on Max's cunt and the 
other on her ass. Then the redhead began to manipulate her fingers deep into 
both of her friend's holes. 

Maxine cried out with pleasure and moved closer to Ruby, forcing her fingers 
deeper and deeper inside her pussy. Then Ruby got down on her hands and 
knees and put her mouth against Maxine's soapy cunt. 

Ruby got two hands full of water and began to wash the soapy cunt clean. 
When Maxine's cunt was fresh and clear of soap, Ruby put her mouth to the 
clean pussy. 

Slowly but surely, Ruby wiggled her tongue deep into the inner lips of 
Maxine's cunt. Maxine was so overcome with pleasure that she fell in a swoon 
to the shower's floor. Once she was down, Ruby went for her cunt with the 
passion of a tigress. 

She rammed her finger and then her tongue so deep inside of that pussy that 
Maxine immediately started to come and come and as she came she yelled out 
with more passion than she had ever experienced before. 

As soon as her climax was completed, Maxine began to explore Ruby's body. 
Maxine brought the other girl down beside her and began to tongue her body 
endlessly. She covered Ruby's thighs and pushed her soft tongue into every 
hole and crevice of her body. Maxine, however, didn't allow her tongue to 
linger very long in any of those spots. 

Ruby was crazy with frustration. At first, when she felt Maxine's tongue in 
her cunt, she thought she would come right away. But Maxine pulled her 
tongue out sharply and rammed it into Ruby's tight, clean asshole. 

Finally, Maxine returned her tongue to Ruby's pussy, licking and sucking it, 
and Ruby grabbed the other girl's head and forced it to remain in that hole 
for a long while. 

As soon as her tongue was settled in Ruby's cunt, Maxine went to work like 
an expert. She wiggled her tongue over Ruby's clitoris until Ruby began to 
quiver with pleasure. 

Just as Ruby began to come, Maxine turned her own body around so that her 
cunt was to Ruby's face. This way they could eat each other out at the same 
time and reach their climaxes together. And just as expected, it happened. 

They began to moan very loudly, both on the floor with their legs spread 
wide apart. They were coming together. Both girls stuck out their pelvises 
into the air and thrashed wildly. Their clitorises tingled. Never before had 
they been so satisfied. When they were both finished, they moved their 
bodies around so they could kiss each other's mouths. 

As they were lolling in their dreamy afterglow, they heard the lock on their 
door click, followed by hasty footsteps. It was the motel clerk running into 
their room to see what all the shouting was about. Finding their beds empty, 
he hurried into the adjoining bathroom where he found the two of them 
sprawled out on the floor, stark naked and kissing each other. 

At first it appeared that one of the women had fallen in the shower and the 
other one was helping her up. But it was actually Maxine's struggles to get 
up and get dressed, and Ruby's holding her down and continuing to kiss her 
while the clerk was looking on, that caused that impression to be given. 

As soon as he realized what was really going on, he let out a low, sharp 
whistle and stroked his chin in awe, which quickly turned to robust cynicism 
and then to pedestrian disgust. What the hell was this, two women kissing 
and smooching like there was no tomorrow, he thought to himself in 
disbelief. 

He had heard about such things, and had even read of them in some of the 
paperbacks his brother-in-law often brought back from the city, but he had 
always imagined them to be just the sick fantasies of some acid-grilled 
mind. But here before him was the real thing. 

Ruby was intent on playing it for every bit of shock value in it, and she 
forced Maxine to put on a pretty good show. What the clerk, whose name was 
Harry, had the hardest time understanding, though, was the fact that neither 
of the girls seemed the least perturbed by his presence. Nor the least 
anxious to get up or get dressed. So he was perplexed in more ways than one. 

If they had been two men going at it like that, he probably would have known 
what to do. Either he would have hauled off and let 'em have it right then 
and there, or else he would have called the law, pronto. 

But this created an entirely different situation for old Harry, who had no 
right being in the room at that hour in the first place. His guilt over, 
bursting into a very private scene mingled with the erotic stimulation 
created by the two luscious full-grown women, sun-tanned and gleaming, 
writhing and slithering over one another, caused him to stand suspended a 
moment in meditation. 

He pondered whether or not to go back and shut the front door of the 
cottage. No one else was on duty at this hour, and his wife slept above the 
office. Probably no one else had heard the animal groaning and occasional 
fierce shrieks which had first attracted Harry to his fortunate windfall of 
scandalous obscenity. 

But still, it would be better to secure the door in case anyone was passing 
by during the night, or if Mike and Joe on the late-night shift stopped by 
in their patrol car. He was afraid, on the other hand, to leave his find for 
even an instant, for he could hardly believe those girls were there, and was 
certain that they would go away forever if he went to shut the door. 

Just like his memories of so many bitchy cunts who had lured him on, only to 
refuse their favors at the last minute, zipping up an open dress to cut him 
off from fulfillment, he assumed that these gorgeous females would hastily 
lock the bathroom door the minute he moved from the spot where he was 
standing. 

Meanwhile, his cock was stirring, and he could feel the whole surface of it 
twitching in its intense electric awakening. The saliva was rising in his 
mouth and the hair on the insides of his legs was standing on end, as though 
a chill wind had just crept in. 

"Well, don't just stand there, Baggy Pants, go close the door before we 
catch our death and then hurry your little ass back in here so's you can 
finish what y'all done started!" Ruby drawled. 

That got the old buzzard's feet doing their stuff all right, and he was back 
in the bathroom in the twinkling of an eye. He was already rubbing his palms 
together in a greedy or lustful fashion with anticipatory glee. Ripping his 
pants off, he threw himself onto Maxine's reluctant form. 

Ruby helped hold her down while the old man straddled himself on her sleek, 
bony pelvis, and then put his meager, wrinkled genitals in her expert mouth 
so she could suck away at the old machinery. Meanwhile, he was busy chomping 
his gums on Maxine's well-developed nipples, which he clung to like a 
newborn babe. 

After a long time of Maxine's mouthing his cock and balls, Ruby finally saw 
a man-sized erection. Setting the ancient artillery free of Maxine's tips, 
he aimed its muzzle straight for her reluctant pussy, which the old feller 
was hotly slurping with his dried up, leathery tongue. 

Harry got the idea fast, and leaped up along the length of Maxine's hot, 
fiery body to urge his stiff rod into her shaft with the utmost sloppiness 
and lack of technique. Of course, he had probably been out of action for a 
long time, and his gears were understandably a little rusty. 

He literally didn't know what he was getting himself into, but the 
all-consuming pleasure of getting his old grinder inside such a sweet, snug 
pussy put him in another world. In other words, he was enjoying himself too 
much to pay attention to Ruby, who by then had gotten up and, her big tits 
bouncing slightly as she moved, was brandishing a bull whip in the air over 
the head of the fornicating motel clerk. 

The man was rutting and sputtering away as he heard the flitting of the lash 
above his ears, coming closer to his cranium with every forward and backward 
lunge of his palpitating, sweat-wracked, old, crumbling physique. 

She told him she would snap his ears off if he didn't keep fucking Maxine 
with every ounce of strength in his feeble body. She told him to lick her 
tits and stick his fingers up her ass while he was doing it because that was 
what Maxine needed more than anything in the world right now, and Ruby knew 
it. 

Maxine didn't seem so sure, though, and her reaction to the old man's 
outrageous attempts was one of mixed despair and disgust. Never before in 
her life had she allowed or been forced to allow such a man to assail her in 
this manner, and with such little regard for either her desires or her 
personal comfort. 

Besides being overpowered against her will, with the aid of Ruby, she was 
also receiving any number of scratches and bruises by virtue of her being so 
roughly used, there against the coarse thing of the shower-stall floor. And 
her ass was picking up an impression of every detail in the shower drain, on 
top of which it was mercilessly pinned. 

All of this had a severely disquieting affect upon Maxine's consciousness at 
a time when her physical body was under deep stress, and the combination of 
the two tensions had an overwhelming tendency to make her attempt to 
strangle the old codger as he violated her with such heartless abandon. 

Ruby seemed to approve of Maxine's violence at first, egging her on and 
laying the lash smartly to Harry's hindquarters. He jerked severely into 
Maxine's cunt with each lash, thus increasing her suffering. 

The idea of strangling or decapitating the sex partner appealed deeply to 
Ruby, who had received great pleasure in the past from copulating with 
ganders and gamecocks, and suddenly wringing their necks at the moment of 
orgasm. 

That was a custom that went far back into the depths of medieval European 
perversions, but it wouldn't be very worthwhile in these moral modern days 
to be charged with murder for the sake of adding a little thrill to one's 
climax. So she went about disengaging Maxine's hands from Harry's neck. 

As she was doing so, Maxine grabbed her with her loosened hands and dragged 
her luscious body in between her and the clerk. She was, even able to use 
Ruby as a lever to remove the old timer's weapon from her crotch. That 
freaked the old boy out so much that he started going crazy for a minute. 

He was screaming and ranting in some unknown language, barking obscenities 
and grunting like an animal. As chance would have it, one of his random 
gyrations landed his still-hard pecker flush against Ruby's own cinnamon 
crotch and, guided more by blind need than by any lightning-quick grasping 
of a lucky opportunity, the hard old tool found its way into the redhead's 
tight little pussy. 

That gave her a start, to be sure. For one thing, she had been so busy 
fighting off the enraged Maxine that she didn't have much time to pay any 
attention to the old man. But now she was going to have her hands full, as 
well as her cunt. 

As she turned to give her full consideration to the recent encroachments of 
the clerk, Maxine managed to slither out from underneath her. Getting on top 
of the pile, she applied pressure to Harry from above, so that his whang 
drove deeper into her and was finally firmly anchored in the soft sands of 
Ruby's tropical cunt. 

He was so near to coming from his initial plunge into Maxine's lush 
fountains, that it was only a matter of seconds before his aged member gave 
a final weak gasp and choked up its thick, luke-warm globules of sap into 
Ruby's youthful hole, Maxine riding him to the finish with the full weight 
of her plump rump buoyed upon his, pounding up and down like a 
three-year-old. 

He started hacking his guts out as he climaxed, coughing up a big pile of 
phlegm onto the floor of the shower with each spasm that shook his dick. 

There was a look of deserved resignation on Ruby's surprised face as she 
realized what was happening. Not that she found the situation repulsive or 
unbearable, but simply a little irrelevant. Of course, she was a little awed 
at the skillful way in which Maxine had gotten out of a tight spot and 
somehow gotten her into one, even to the point of insuring the final 
ignominy. 

But that was all in the game, the way she looked at it, and had no final 
relevance to the outcome of any therapy procedure, just as one expects to 
get a little spilled food on his lapel when teaching a baby to eat. So, with 
a sigh she got up and threw off the sleepy-eyed caress of the old motel 
clerk. 

"Come on, kid, we gotta get some heavy rest, and it sure as hell ain't 
happenin' here!" Ruby good-naturedly confided in her best over-the-shoulder 
manner to Maxine, who was busy gloating while she pulled her things on and 
prepared to split. 

For one thing was certain, and that was that they wouldn't be able to stay 
there for many hours without attracting every stray flea and friend of the 
clerk to their bedroom. So in almost no time, and before Harry recovered 
from the daze he was in, both girls had their gear in the car and were off 
on the road again, their fast car speeding past acres of blank, black 
countryside, on their eternal way to the next motel. 

Maxine was driving this time, her dominant spirit buoyed by her recent 
victory and itching for something to do. Ruby, meanwhile, pulled out a pack 
of Park Lane cigarettes and stuck one in her mouth. Passing the pack to 
Maxine, she suggested it might help keep her awake while she drove. 

Maxine took one casually and pushed in the cigarette lighter on the sleek 
dashboard. While she was waiting for it to pop out again, she flipped on the 
FM stereo radio and began hunting around for some good, snappy driving 
music, none of that classical stuff. Ruby was firing questions at her a mile 
a minute about her kid brother and their whole sordid relationship. 

"Just how far did you go together?" she inquired tastefully while lighting 
her cigarette. 

"Oh, I don't know. We fooled around a lot. Sometimes I would just let him 
nuzzle my tits and suck them like I was his mother. Other times I would pull 
him off and then rock his little head to sleep in my lap with my dress 
lifted up. Say, these cigarettes taste mentholated. Are they really from 
England?" she asked with a glance at the package. 

"No," Ruby replied. "In fact, they're made in Saigon in a little factory run 
by Vietnamese women who spend most of their time-" but Maxine cut her off. 

"What do you mean? I thought they were Park Lanes," she queried as she took 
another drag. 

"Yeah, but their factory in Saigon is run by local help at cut wages, just 
like any other imperialist set-up. The women spend most of their time 
emptying the tobacco out of the cigarettes and refilling the tubes with a 
potent mixture of Siamese pot finely ground, often sweet-tasting and 
sometimes called gunja." 

"What's that got to do with the price of a good fuck in Philly?" Maxine 
demanded. 

"My point is," Ruby continued, unflustered, "that my old man just got back 
from the Nam with a few cartons of said freaky fags tucked under his good 
conduct medal. A few cases would be closer to it." 

"Say, isn't that kind of thing pretty dangerous, what with the customs 
officials and all?" 

"They got their cut?" 

"That's all well and good, but you run a risk every time, and you must ask 
yourself if it's really worth it." 

"Are you putting me on? Where'd you ever pick up attitudes like that, 
sister?" 

"Wait. Do you mean to say that that's what we're puffing on right now?" 
asked Maxine as she took another unconscious drag on the king-sized butt she 
was smoking. 

"In short, yes. I thought it would take a little of the boredom out of an 
otherwise long drive. I don't know, what do you think? Feeling less bored?" 

"Yeah, but now I'm thinking, why go upstate at all? I mean, why don't we 
just tool over to the nearest airport and head out of the country for points 
unknown, or something? Just bring along a cassette tape set and step aboard 
the Outer Spaceways Express, you know. We could be outa here." 

Maxine sounded suddenly convincing, and Ruby had to fight off an impulse to 
join her in her fantasy. She was helped a lot by the fact that she was dying 
to meet Maxine's young, virginal brother and introduce him to some of her 
advanced techniques. 

But she realized that Maxine was only rapping crazily under the effects of 
her Vietnamese cigarette, which she was finishing down to the last half 
inch. She had no more intention of heading for the airport, the nearest one 
being over fifty miles away, than did Maxine herself. 

They drove until they started coming down, and then they pulled into the 
nearest motel where they gratefully collapsed on the bed and slept like a 
pair of rocks. And why not? They certainly needed it. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

While Ruby and Maxine slept off their long day and night, Chuck, the group 
therapy leader, and John, were relaxing in the big brownstone in the city, 
trying to devise ways of passing the time until the women got back with the 
car from who knows where. John offered, to call up a couple of names out of 
his little black book, in the hopes that the flashy address would more 
readily attract a few of them. 

Chuck, however, had an idea of his own. He blithely suggested calling up 
some of the girls he had had the pleasure of treating in past therapy 
sessions, and who had given him their numbers in hopes of being called up 
for a private session. He knew they would all be willing to come over. 

He and John got on the phones almost immediately. He warned Jack that some 
of the girls were pretty young, and that he would have to be very careful 
how he talked to them. Their mothers might be listening in on the call and 
get wise to what they really had in mind. 

But by announcing a "spontaneous coming together" of people from all past 
therapy classes, they were able to invite the girls to an "Aquarian 
Happening, a Proustian conglomeration of etc., etc." and get a high 
proportion of favorable responses. 

At least four or five of them would be stopping by some time during the 
morning. Rubbing his hands together like a chimp with a banana, John 
announced that they should take hot showers and discuss strategy to get 
ready for the girls. Chuck was willing to give John a full briefing on 
encounter techniques. 

John couldn't help getting an erection in the shower just thinking about 
what was to come while Chuck, in the shower across the hallway of the big 
house, described the different ways through which they were usually able to 
break down the chick's resistance. John soaped his pecker until it was 
gleaming at full length. He enjoyed running his own hand lightly over it a 
couple of times and then letting his imagination do the rest. 

As Chuck rapped on, John closed his eyes and imagined that his own hand was 
actually some skinny blonde's. And with a further leap of his well-developed 
imagination, he tried to evoke the glistening, glossy-lipped mouth of some 
sultry brunette sucking at his long, hard dick. 

"Actually, John," Chuck's voice seemed at times part of the revery, coming 
across eons of space, "we'll only have to worry about these techniques if 
they end up bringing some guy along, which some of them may not either be 
able to or want to do. But if they end up coming alone, we can definitely 
get into something a little less communal, if you know what I mean." 

"Something a little closer to slavery, I take it," John's voice came out a 
little wobbly from the other side of the hall. 

"Now you've got the ticket. We just sit around and I convince 'em how much 
they dig us, and how much they'd like to make us happy and satisfy our every 
need in life, y'know. That kind of thing gets 'em every time." 

John was having a hard time suppressing an ejaculation as his 
over-stimulated organ leaped with joy at Chuck's description of what would 
happen. He could hardly imagine anything that would make him feel better 
than to have a bunch of pretty girls all fondling him at once and telling 
him how great he was. 

"They tend to get very sentimental after a while," Chuck continued, "and 
then they get very soft and open, their eyes get a dreamy look in them and 
that's when you know you're in. After that happens, they can't refuse you 
anything. They'd probably even, well, I don't want to go into the full 
ramifications of the thing." 

But John wasn't thinking of ramifications at the time, and was hardly 
hearing what Chuck was saying. 

"It could get pretty hairy," Chuck went on, "and some day maybe ... but 
forget that. For our purposes here, we need not bring them beyond the 
sentimental, glassy-eyed state. There, they are in love with everyone; but 
mainly me, I mean, us. They can't do enough. In fact, they literally fall 
all over each other, as if in competition for our affections. 

"But it's not really a competitive spirit," he continued, "because they 
don't seem to mind each other. One of them could be kissing you 
passionately, sending her clever young tongue into every nook and cranny of 
your mouth, and she wouldn't care if you were busy feeling up the girl next 
to her. Great, isn't it?" 

"Uh, yeah." John was lost in another revery and could barely answer except 
in the most perfunctory way. 

He was about to slip back into it when the distant sound of the strange 
doorbell (actually a recording of some crazy jazz that was triggered by the 
knocker on the front door) brought him back to reality. 

"What the hell is that?" he asked. 

"Shit, it's the doorbell already. We're really hitting the old bull's-eye 
today, aren't we, pal?" 

"I'll say," John said, and stepped out from behind the frosted glass panel 
of the shower stall and wrapped a towel around his embarrassment. The towel 
hardly concealed the longish bulge at his crotch and Chuck whistled 
appreciatively as he got out of his shower and did likewise with the towel. 

"I can't believe you, John old boy. Today's encounter is sure as hell gonna 
be a trip. I just hope the chicks are up to us!" Feigning a kick at John's 
crotch, Chuck went downstairs to get the door, clad only in an open bathrobe 
with a towel wrapped around his genitals. 

John started getting dressed, not being quite so frank about his personal 
appearance. On second thought, he realized it would be good to start off on 
the right track and get the girls into a sexual mood by going around in just 
a bathrobe and shorts. 

Pulling on his jockey briefs and one of Chuck's silk, Japanese-style 
bathrobes, he soon followed down the main staircase. 

When Chuck opened the door there was a beautiful, if almost too stately, 
woman in her mid-twenties, dressed in one of those fancy, frilly fashion 
outfits like he used to see in commercials on television-the clingy, 
semi-diaphanous rayon or nylon that had to be washed in a special kind of 
soap. 

She had the face to match: pretty in an unearthly way, with drawn-in cheeks 
and high cheekbones, her hair in ringlet curls of raven black. Standing 
there with her. hands on her hips and a pout on her cute little mouth, she 
looked like an ad being filmed on his doorstep. 

She smiled sweetly and said that she'd been recommended to him by a friend 
whose ability to climax had increased tenfold since beginning encounter 
sensitivity. It was certainly a useful coincidence that this stylish, 
Upper-Eastsider had decided to drop by just when the girls from the 
encounter groups would be coming by. It would make for an interesting 
contrast. 

The woman, of course, was rather taken aback at the sight of the two men 
dressed only in their bathrobes. John with his underpants showing through 
the loosely girded robe, Chuck with only a bath towel around his privates. 
Apparently they were more radical in approach than her girlfriend had led 
her to believe. 

Chuck quickly explained that it was merely part of therapy, the "natural" 
approach. In other words, he was taking a shower, she rang the doorbell, he 
got out of the shower and answered it, and there they were. One must get 
used, he stressed, to the idea of doing things naturally without regard to 
either propriety or possible sexual coincidences. 

As Chuck put it, it was merely a coincidence that he was so dressed when he 
answered the door. Any thoughts of sex had nothing to do with it, either one 
way or the other. In this fashion, one could live his life without 
overstressing the role sex must inevitably play in one's work day 
activities. 

She went for the line and swallowed it whole. In fact, she liked everything 
about her new guru, including his good build and the hairy chest which 
showed through his open bathrobe. Her eyes seemed transfixed on his crotch, 
too, and she would gaze at the towel that lay there for minutes on end, as 
if hoping that it would fall away naturally and reveal Chuck's natural 
condition. 

Of course, she also noticed John, but to her there was something so 
essentially raunchy about walking around the house in your underwear, like 
some kind of Neanderthal or Lower East-side type, that she couldn't relate 
sexually to him at all, although she found him to be nice enough on the 
whole. 

Chuck, for his part, caressed every millimeter of her richly robed anatomy 
with his eyes while he kept on talking soothingly about the advantages of 
sensitivity awakening. 

As he spoke, rather than looking her in the eye as the run-of-the-mill 
sensitive does, he unashamedly sent his eyes all over her body, lingering 
longest on those areas which were quite frankly more caressable than others. 

She did not seem to mind the dalliances of gazes or its candid effort to 
focus clearly through the sheer veil of her semi-transparent clothing. She 
had read in a book that her friend had given her on how to be a sensuous 
woman, that men who undressed women with their eyes were good lovers. 

Not necessarily in the anatomical sense, but merely that, oh well, she 
couldn't really remember the whole reasoning behind it, she only knew that 
she liked the way Chuck looked at her. And knowing that it was all right, 
and that she didn't have to feel guilty or oppressed or insulted by it, she 
was able to revel in its sensuousness almost as much as if he were feeling 
her skin with his hands. 

The way her gauzy dress clung to her legs and hips and breasts, made Chuck 
all the more anxious to get to that stage, but he knew that this cunt would 
take a long, smooth, steady approach, slowly building up her confidence 
until she was ready to fervently believe anything he told her. 

He began by explaining to her what she must do to increase her own personal 
sensitivity, describing a series of exercises, not really physical 
exercises, but sensual ones, which she .could go through any time, right 
there even, to help her become more aware of her own sensuality, and to get 
turned on by it at the same time. 

"Isn't that called auto-something?" she queried, trying to keep an open 
mind. 

"You must learn to forget the old labels. This kind of wine has never really 
been fermented before, so there is no fixed way of looking at these things." 

Chuck could tell that this was going to be tougher than he thought, but the 
prize was certainly well worth it. He figured that the exercises would help 
to get the ball rolling. "He had her stand up, once she admitted a 
willingness to get into them, right then and there. 

The sight of her long, lean figure standing up and stretching in preparation 
for the exercises was enough to give John crotch trouble all over again. 
Even with his tight jockey shorts, he couldn't keep down a rapidly growing 
erection which could really be embarrassing if the chick caught sight of it. 

She, however, was too busy trying to follow Chuck's elaborately complex 
instructions, to notice what was going on at Jack's crotch, although she was 
interested in Chuck's crotch. Purposely, she exaggerated every movement he 
told her to go through. 

She threw out her hips as she stood there rubbing her palms together for 
exercise seven, and assumed the slinkiest position she had learned in 
modeling school. Then, for the next exercise, she might toss her head back 
and thrust her flimsy brassiered tits up into the air in a way that Chuck 
could not fail to appreciate. She was certainly coming along splendidly. 

She was rubbing her hands up and down the sides of her midsection 
sensuously, rubbing the thin material of her dress, actually a top with an 
elaborate, flowing, billowing skirt, which were equally translucent. As she 
pulled her hands up her sides to the full roundness of her breasts, the 
clingy material of her top often rode up with them, exposing a wealth of 
suntanned navel, her skin of such an alluring texture that John's hand 
almost involuntarily shot inside his shorts. 

Chuck allowed himself no such obvious reaction, but took it all as a good 
sign, as he explained to the woman, of her ability to expand her sensual 
awareness to other levels, going deeper and deeper into the depths of her 
physical needs and potential capabilities. 

He told her that she had gone through all the exercises splendidly, and was 
ready to go on to the next stage, which she could perform at home, since she 
would probably not want to do it in front of them, because it involved 
slightly more intimate procedures. He never believed in pushing anyone too 
far at one time, feeling that they should think things over carefully for 
themselves and decide whether or not they should go on. 

For some people the decision was an easy one, he explained. However, he knew 
that for Beverly (that was her name, which he knew instinctively, as he did 
her sign, Taurus) it would not be so simple. For that reason he wanted her 
to know she did not need to feel pressured into proving herself by doing the 
next exercises there in front of the two men. 

They involved, as he went on to explain at length, the woman's standing in 
front of a mirror and slowly exploring her entire body while she watched 
herself. She should take as much time as was necessary-hours even-especially 
when exploring the more intensely sexual parts of her anatomy, such as the 
breasts, thighs and genitals-the most important parts. 

As she performed this exercise, he explained, she should slowly divest 
herself of her external garments, one at a time, perhaps unzipping her 
blouse first and then lowering one side of it below her brassiere. In this 
manner she could rediscover each part of her body, just the way a man who 
was attempting to make love to her would discover it the first time he 
removed her clothes. 

That would give her greater insights into what the man's reactions would be 
at each stage, and a way of judging each man's performance. And after, say, 
one side of her blouse was pulled down and her breast exposed, she should 
then prod and caress and squeeze it, feeling the texture of the bra that 
enclosed that tit, and enjoying its restrained, bulging potential as it hung 
there in its sack, aching to be freed. 

Then she could lower the other side until her whole upper chest was bare of 
outer garments. With both arms she should embrace and hug herself, rubbing 
her hands against her bare upper arms, and lifting her breast from beneath 
and pinching the nipples through the material of her brassiere. 

When she began to feel her nipples harden, she could then go down the rest 
of her body until she came to her genitals and those, Chuck said, he was 
certain she already knew what to do with. He assumed that like most other 
women she had engaged in regular masturbation since puberty. 

He assured her that she could continue to do so, in the hopes that she would 
not need to do it alone for long. Of course, it was not necessary for her to 
come to a climax while undressing before the mirror each time. She should 
merely caress her bush through the panties the way her lover might, slowly 
working her hand underneath the tight material, first stimulating her firm 
buttocks and then the moist hairy crevice of her cunt. 

As soon as she felt her entire body beginning to tremble, she should remove 
her panties and unhook her brassiere so that she would be entirely nude in 
front of the mirror, not more than an inch away. The procedure from that 
point on was fairly optional. She could begin, if she liked, by grazing the 
tips of her already erect nipples against the smooth glass of the mirror, 
which could also be smeared with Vaseline, if she desired. 

She could manipulate her buttocks from behind, with her hands, then turn 
around and rub the vaselined glass with both mounds of her plentiful ass, 
spreading her cheeks until she could feel the glass against her bare asshole 
and flattened pussy. Those were only a few of the possibilities. 

There was a lot of room for improvisation, in the great American tradition, 
and he was sure she would be no laggard at inventing new ways of expanding 
her sexual awareness and her ability to reach orgasm a lot faster. 

Beverly sat slightly stunned during the whole explanation, which seemed to 
take forever, as she visualized each operation Chuck outlined for her, and 
then tried to imagine her doing them in front of Chuck and John. As he had 
said, masturbation came naturally enough to her, but the thought of doing 
all that other stuff to her body, things which only a man should do to a 
woman, seemed hard to accept. 

She was, quite frankly, afraid of arousing lesbian tendencies in herself by 
all that self-manipulation, and she candidly expressed her fears to Chuck 
for him to examine. But he found nothing unusual in her inhibition. 

"We all have those tendencies," he explained, lovingly and somewhat 
protectively, as well, "and we just have to learn to live with them, as vile 
and disgusting as they may be. We must learn to overcome them, to go on 
conquering to the end, living and growing in wisdom." 

Meanwhile, she had to admit that she was getting pretty aroused by his long 
description, picturing him watching her while she went through the motions. 
She wanted to know what he thought of doing those kinds of things in front 
of a man instead of a mirror. 

"That, of course, would be the ideal outcome of such preparation. Hopefully, 
by practicing in front of the mirror you can learn how to do it best, how to 
extend each action to its fullest, and find out just what is more appealing, 
more tantalizing than something else. 

"Do you get the idea?" 

"Of course." 

"All right, then. As for my supervising a preliminary session and letting 
you know whether you're doing things right or not, well, I don't think 
that's really necessary." 

"You don't?" 

"Not at all. And it would take a pretty disciplined guy to stand back and 
just watch while you were going through an exercise like that, if you don't 
mind my saying so." 

Beverly was secretly flattered by Chuck's remark, and it became firmly 
implanted in her head. 

"But if you really thing it could be beneficial," she led him on succinctly. 

"There's no doubt of that. But it's a question of weighing the negative 
factors of fear, shame and guilt stemming from hangups and inhibitions about 
one's body which must be conquered before attempting such undertakings, 
against the positive results which may be gained." 

"I don't think I'm really afraid to undress in front of you. I think I'm 
ready for expanding my abilities, for freeing myself. Of course, I don't 
know about doing it in front of two strange men at once." 

"Don't worry, Jack doesn't have to be there. We could just go into the rear 
therapy chamber and have a quiet, private session in front of the mirror if 
you'd like." 

"Yes, I think I'd like to try, that is, if you really think I'm ready for 
it." 

"Beverly, you're as ready as you'll ever be," he calmly replied, and with a 
sly wink at John led her through a doorway at the back of the room and off 
into the depths of the house. 

Just as John was watching them go, and feeling more than a little angry 
towards Chuck, who had so shamelessly cut him out of the little party-which 
should prove to be quite a show-he was thinking of following them and trying 
to get a peek through the bathroom door. He abandoned the idea as too 
preposterous, and settled back to muse over his fate in one of the big, 
comfortable arm chairs that were scattered all over the place, when a 
ridiculous, chaotic stream of mad sounds started coursing through his head. 
Then he realized it was the new contraption that Chuck had installed in the 
front door to replace the conventional chimes. 

Jumping out of his chair and yelling, "Take it off, I don't want to hear any 
more of that!" he raced to turn the switch that shut off those sounds, and 
then went and opened the door. 

He relaxed right away, when he eyed the two jubilant faces of a couple of 
young girls, so equally pretty and well-made-up that they could have been 
twins. 

They were both giggling at the sight of John-bathrobe absentmindedly open, 
exposing the big bulge at the front of his white shorts. He quickly covered 
up. Then, realizing that that was the wrong angle, he slipped into Chuck's 
method and let the robe fall open, telling the girls to come in and sit 
down. v They were casually dressed, one in a polo shirt and jeans, the other 
in a tight, khaki body shirt and super-short skirt; both chewed gum and put 
their hands in their pockets as he talked to them. They were wondering where 
the other man, Chuck, had gone, and why he wasn't there to meet them after 
calling up in such an urgent mood and insisting on their coming over. 

Jack had to explain that another client had come, needing immediate 
assistance, and that Chuck had had to go into intense emergency therapy with 
her. The two girls exchanged knowing winks, as if they knew what was 
actually going on, and that left John in an awkward situation, to say the 
least. 

In a few minutes time, he had been exposed as an absentminded slob and a 
liar. He really didn't know how to approach the girls after that, but he 
decided that honesty would be best. He told them that he was really only a 
friend of the instructor, and that he really didn't know that much about the 
techniques of their sensitivity cult. 

They approved of his honesty, and in return promised to instruct him 
instead, which would be a lot more fun for all of them, John at least was 
certain. 

"Now, we begin by sitting in a circle and holding hands together, like 
this," the one in the skirt announced. 

"By the way, I'm Fanny and this is Alice." 

They both had lovely figures; the only real difference between them was that 
Fanny was white, and Alice was black. Jack liked the feel of their hand on 
his, their young sweaty palms secreting hormones into his own excited skin. 
Lying between them on the floor, he felt as though he spanned the spectrum 
of all life, of all experience, going from pale white at the end of one 
outstretched hand to jet black at the other. 

He savored the unique experience, at the same time taking advantage of his 
close range to size up each of his polarities, and became even more 
delighted with his position there on the floor, with these two, incredible, 
eager young nymphs on each side of him, about to teach him a little touch 
therapy. 

They started with some preliminary dancing in a circle before they got down 
to some of the meatier aspects of the lesson. By closing their eyes and 
placing their fingers on each other's temples, they were able to transmit 
"Vibrations," and become more sensitized to the other's presence. 

Then Fanny volunteered to he down between the other two and let them touch 
her in order to transfer energy between all three of them and thus build up 
their sensitivity index. She lay on her back between John and Alice and 
tucked her shirt into her tight blue jeans. 

Alice began by placing her hands on Fanny, one on her shoulder, the other on 
her leg, just above the knee. Jack eagerly but somewhat embarrassedly 
followed suit with his hands, scrupulously careful to put them in exactly 
the same locations as Alice's, and simply laying them there without applying 
any pressure. 

Then Alice said, "That wasn't very honest of you, Fanny, and I'm surprised 
at you, now that I think about it-tucking in your polo so we, especially 
Jack, couldn't feel your skin." 

"You're right," she replied, "even the sleeves of my polo are long, all the 
way down to my wrists. Almost every inch of my flesh is covered, as if I 
feared being touched." 

"You have to watch things like that," Alice confided to John. "That's how 
people build up an armor of defenses." 

"How do you guard against it?" John inquired conscientiously, with a look of 
interest in his eye. 

"I think that's rather obvious," she smiled, giving him an inferiority 
complex and a hard-on at the same time. Simultaneously, she pulled the ends 
of Fanny's polo shirt out of her jeans and placed her hand on the bleached 
white skin of Fanny's sensuously curving navel, rubbing it around as though 
she were petting a dog who was also an old friend. 

John hesitantly reached out, and managed to strike Alice's hand at the same 
time as caressing Fanny's tummy. Alice gave him a look that set him tingling 
when he pretended to accidentally rub her hand over and over. As Alice, 
smiled, her breasts heaved, as though she were in preliminary sexual 
excitement already. John's prick hitched up a few notches as well at the 
sight of her full, chest bouncing up and down like that. 

The shirt that she wore was one of those close fitting, army fatigue style 
jobs, but made out of a synthetic, khaki-colored material that was so soft 
it clung to every contour of the body it clothed. So Alice's tits, which 
must have stood out a good five or six inches in her brassiere, seemed 
especially appealing and sexy. John longed to expand the bounds of the 
session. 

But he thought it would be better to go along with the established order for 
a while, playing out his flirtation fantasies with the beautiful black chick 
who was exchanging lustful glances with him. 

As Alice leaned over her friend's body to rub, her leg against the girl's 
shoulder, she casually allowed the very tip of one of her priceless knockers 
to brush against Johnny's naked chest. 

John's whole physique did a quick little dance in reaction to that, and he, 
too, stretched out his leg to Fanny's shoulder and prepared to rub his cheek 
against her knee as Alice was now doing. In the odd posture which they had 
now assumed, Alice and Jack were able to exchange a steady stream of 
desirous, glassy-eyed glimpses at each other's anatomy. 

Alice's chest was resting sideways on top of Fanny's bluejeaned thigh; it 
was more enticing than ever to Jack, who had all he could do to restrain 
himself from reaching out greedily and taking that wealth of motherhood into 
his two hands and squeeze them like a couple of ripe papayas. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Alice's black brassiere became evident through the gaps between her buttons 
as she lay opposite Jack, and the black of the bra made a pleasantly 
different contrast against her already black skin. He could see that the bra 
was of a silky, filmy material much like the shirt she was wearing, and the 
outline of her full, firm breasts with their large black nipples standing 
out for action showed clearly inside it. 

Then she started moving around, running her body all over Fanny's legs, even 
to the extent of thrusting one of her big, outstanding tits into her crotch, 
much to Fanny's pleasure. Somehow the sight of the two girls' bodies 
coupling like that was even more exciting to Jack than watching a man and a 
woman together. 

He pictured them in the front seat of a Ferrari, a red Ferrari with white 
fur upholstery, going through all kinds of contortions together. He didn't 
know why the thought of two chicks making it in a red Ferrari appealed to 
him so much, but it did. And their contortions on the floor in front of him 
appealed an awful lot to his sex hormones as well. 

Now Fanny had been rolled over onto her side by Alice, who wanted to share 
her experience with John. While she was embracing Fanny from the front, 
hugging her big chest to her even bigger one, she urged John to take hold of 
her from behind, placing his body lengthwise along the floor next to hers. 

As he did so, his already firm penis, jabbing upright underneath his tight 
shorts, lay against the full, lush moons of her rump. She felt it 
immediately, since only the thin layer of cotton separated it from her 
flanks, and her own dungarees were tight and worn thin. 

And as she felt it, her whole body jerked a bit and then settled back 
against his firm spear, even nuzzling her buttocks up as close as she could 
to his crotch, much to John's delight. Meanwhile, Alice encircled Fanny with 
her arms, and extended them to include John's back. 

John followed suit by extending his hands over Fanny and around Alice as 
well, so that each was hugging the other in a most communicate way. However, 
he did not stop at merely hugging Alice, but proceeded to send his eager, 
sweating hands all over the back of her shirt, caressing each and every 
morsel of her firm, smooth skin, feeling every bone in her back. 

She too seemed to get carried away and began to absently dig into his back 
with her long pointed nails, grazing them deliciously along the back of his 
silk dressing gown until the hair on the back of his neck stood up. Then she 
slowly worked her fingers along his spinal column, down to its base. 

John too, attempted to move his fingers southward, along her torso, but her 
skirt fit so tightly, and the leather was so sturdy that he was unable to 
get past her waist. Retreating north again, he began to follow the outlines 
of her bra straps with the armies of his fingers gingerly trying to get 
underneath the bands and work them loose. But it was difficult. 

Alice had worked her hands into his bathrobe, and was already gently 
massaging the edges of his buttocks and rubbing his back until his erection 
reached its fullness. Of course, the first person to receive the brunt of 
that development was Fanny herself, whose ass, after all, was wedged up 
against that rapidly hardening piece of meat. 

She gave out with a soft, sweet moan and wiggled her ass around in a way 
that Jack had never thought it was possible for a girl to do-or anyone, for 
that matter. It felt so good, and so downright dirtily sexual, as though he 
was in the middle of a cosmic wet-dream, that he instinctively responded 
with a forward thrust of his own. 

That sent Fanny's crotch walloping into Alice's, where the tidal wave of 
flesh and bone was turned backward to John. In this fashion, he felt as 
though he was humping both girls at once, or else that he was doing it with 
one chick who was multidimensional. In other words, he was rubbing his cock 
against her ass, and also feeling her buttocks up at the same time. 

For by now, John had gotten underneath Alice's leather skirt and was palming 
her ripe, round, high-set buttocks with both hands at once. He even worked 
his fingers underneath the elastic, Day-Glo panties she wore under her 
skirt, and was feeling the bare, glorious flesh of the first time. 

And it felt great: firm and resilient, and covered with goose bumps at the 
touch of his hands. He stuck one of his fingers in between the two sturdy 
walls of her ass leading to her narrow, puckered asshole. With a little 
effort he was able to get inside it and wiggle his finger around until 
Alice's whole body was writhing and wriggling under its pressure. 

Soon she was doing the same to him and then it was that Fanny decided she 
didn't like her role in this situation. She wanted to get it all out front 
so that everyone would clearly know what she was feeling. 

Alice approved of her move wholeheartedly, saying it was definitely the only 
honest thing she could have done under the circumstances. Instead, Alice 
suggested, why didn't she play the role of the central, passive, emotional 
object, and Fanny and John could be the active role players, communicating 
through her body. 

They both thought that Alice's idea was both fair and reasonable, and agreed 
to switch just as she had indicated. Pulling her skirt back down a little, 
Alice spread her adorable limbs flat on the floor, put a seraphic smile on 
her face, and crossed her arms just under the rather unavoidably-pronounced 
bulge of her breasts. 

This time it was Fanny's turn to initiate therapeutic procedure and show 
Jack how to do it right. Fanny lay down on her back in the space between 
Alice's flawlessly smooth legs. 

Then, laying her head neatly between Alice's firmly rising breasts, she 
beckoned for John to join her there, placing his stomach against hers and 
wrapping his legs around hers and Alice's. John took to the idea quite 
avidly. Slipping his hands under Fanny's polo shirt as he lowered himself 
onto his knees, he slid them up along her bony sides and began feeling her 
big breasts inside her filmy brassiere with great zest. 

He held himself just above her squirming body for a long while, feeling her 
tits thoroughly and giving her a loving look, to which she responded by 
curling her lips and sending her tongue out in a stiff point. He lowered his 
tongue to meet hers in midair, gradually working deep into her mouth as she 
in turn dug her tongue into his. 

All the while she had him around the hips with her hand, and was more or 
less holding him off there. Then she slowly ran her hands over his buttocks 
and thighs, ever so slightly grazing the edge of his hardened cock 
underneath his shorts. Finally she pulled back the elastic band of his 
undies and slid both hands in. 

With her long, sharp-nailed fingers she gently and subtly grazed the surface 
of his finally freed hard-on. Reaching further in, she carefully and 
soothingly tickled and titillated his big balls, rubbing the insides of his 
thighs as well. 

This expert treatment was slowly driving him crazy as he dangled over her 
there, his tongue in her hot mouth, his hands on her lush tits. Feeling his 
cock loose like that and cradled in her infinitely erotic fingers, he longed 
all the more to pull off her jeans and send his wanderer home. 

Then he realized that he had practically forgotten about Alice lying there 
underneath Fanny's body on the floor. Actually, he hadn't completely 
forgotten. His face had been hanging between the upturned points of her two 
firm, far-reaching tits all the time he was kissing Fanny, but they had been 
so close that he could hardly focus on them. 

But as he lifted his head in a spasm of pleasure at the soft, magic touch of 
Fanny's fingers on his sensitive shaft, he caught sight of Alice's full, 
overwhelming beauty at close range. Every outline of their sharply rounded 
curves and the stiff points of their hard, black nipples pressed its image 
clear as daylight against her silky, black-tinged brassiere, which in turn 
was perfectly mirrored in the tight, close-fitting, synthetic khaki of her 
shirt. 

Slowly and diplomatically removing his hands from Fanny's shirt, as if only 
for a moment, he carefully worked them around so he could grasp one of 
Alice's boobs in each hand, pressing them against Fanny's ears in an 
erotically stimulating way that might also serve as an excuse. 

Not that Fanny needed one; she really didn't care as long as she got her 
rocks off. It was all part of the same thing to her. To convey this notion 
to him, she continued to work on his long, hard wang while he began fondling 
Alice's breasts. In fact, she decided to do even better than before. 

Freeing her hands for a few seconds, she deposited a large amount of saliva 
in them and then returned them to their post. Bathing his hot, hard member 
in these cooling juices, she began stroking her hands up and down the length 
of it until his entire prick was slick with saliva. 

Meanwhile, John's hands were busily beginning their long initial sojourn 
over every inch of Alice's desirable bosom. As he reached the pinnacle of 
the left tit, Fanny was taking care of his left ball. Now, usually when you 
fuck you don't worry about whether it's the left ball that's getting it, you 
just fuck, you know what I mean? But Fanny thought it would be more 
interesting to add a little symmetry to things, which just goes to show you 
what a fucked-up chick she really was-not that John gave a damn. 

Anyway, he liked getting his wang pulled by one slick-fingered pussy while 
he was feeling up another one's tits. But the steady stream of pleasurable 
sensations in his prick was urging it on to final needs, and John longed to 
get their clothes off so he could have his final relief. 

Starting with the top of Alice's sexy shirt, he painstakingly began to undo 
each button, in which he received no resistance. In fact, she got into the 
act herself, and soon her silky blouse was open as far as Fanny's head, 
which still lay between her big bazooms. It was enough for John though, 
whose long, rock-hard column was still being wetly stroked by Fanny. 

He reached up and with a mixture of force and gentleness proceeded to pull 
the half-open blouse off her slim, bony shoulders and down around her arms, 
until as much as possible of her black-tinted brassiere was openly visible 
in all its well-stuffed glory. The sight of so much of her black tits 
exposed and restrained by only that sleazy bra sent a wail of fury through 
his prick, making it jump out of Fanny's solicitous hands. 

It wobbled its slippery way almost as far as her mouth, as John plunged 
forward to take a kiss from Alice's obscenely beckoning lips and tongue. 
Fanny, picking up on her opportunity, grabbed the straying cock with her 
hands and guided its swelling shaft into the loving confines of her mouth. 

Carefully clamping her lips against it so as not to grace any part of it 
with her teeth, she began to strongly suck the hard flesh with the inside of 
her mouth. Occasionally, she would either wrap her tongue around it and run 
it over and over the taut surface, or she would use her tongue to prod and 
poke the tiny opening at the very tip until his sensitive member was jerking 
around in her mouth like a crazy squirrel on a hopped-up treadmill. 

Between her ministrations with her mouth on his prick, and those of Alice's 
mouth on his, he was slowly but ever so surely arriving at that 
overwhelmingly beautiful summit, the point of no return from which 
incredible startling vistas stretch out in the seemingly timeless and 
eternal second before the final synapse-in other words, he was getting ready 
to jack off, and he wanted to be inside of someone's cunt when he did. 

Assuming that Alice would be the easiest because of her skirt as opposed to 
Fanny's jeans, he tried to slide her from under her girlfriend while 
extricating his troublemaker from the savory mouth of Miss Fanny without 
damaging its tender fibers. 

That wasn't as easy as he might have hoped it would be, mainly because Fanny 
didn't fancy parting with the merchandise she had so studiously brought to 
its present state of readiness. Which was to say that she was really hot in 
the pants by this time, and wanted to make sure she got some of the action. 
John didn't know what to do. 

All he really cared about was guiding his hard-on straight for the familiar 
gap between Alice's lovably thin, sleek, black legs, right under her leather 
skirt and through her filmy panties if necessary. Alice herself was wildly 
caressing his face and neck as he made love to her violent mouth. 

Fanny was finally forced to release his fiercely struggling wang or else get 
it stuffed down her throat, which she didn't exactly want. Jack was finally 
able to bring it up along Alice's sweating crotch, push aside her skimpy 
panties and begin shoving it into place. 

He proceeded with his hands to pop open the rest of the buttons on her shirt 
and expose all of her full, tightly-brassiered chest to his eager eyes. Her 
dark stiff nipples stood out at least a full inch beyond the uppermost curve 
of her tits, and pressed their outlines through the tight black silk of her 
bra. They were so enticing that he lowered his mouth to them immediately and 
began nuzzling and finally nibbling them with his teeth. 

Fanny, meanwhile, feeling as though she was being left out of things in a 
pretty bad way, crept out from under the pile and took a superior position 
from behind. First she lifted the back of John's robe and carefully removed 
his rumpled, sweaty undershorts, leaving his twitching buttocks free for her 
to do anything to them she liked. She sure wouldn't get much resistance from 
John, who was giving everything he was worth to Alice, ramming his cock in 
and out of her unbelievably tight cunt and squeezing her firm, close-set 
buttocks with his hands as he fucked her. 

Fanny innocently lowered her head to John's pumping loins and tried 
inserting her tongue into the crevice between his buttocks until she found 
the small, smelly orifice of his shit canal. That hole she began to tickle 
and lick and slobber and suck with her tongue and lips until Jack was 
writhing and reeling. His whole body trembled. 

At the same time she was rhythmically rubbing her big firm breasts against 
his tights, moving them up along his rump to the small of his back. Her tits 
were so firm that he could feel the tips of the stiff nipples sticking out 
and carving their double trail across his hackled flesh. 

But to intensify his stimulation a little more, Fanny took each of her 
breasts out from under her shirt and, squeezing them tightly so the nipples 
stuck out even farther and stiffer than before, brought them back against 
the sensitive flesh of John's furiously rotating rectum. 

Suddenly John swung his hands around behind his back to grab at those 
amazing mammaries that were so riotously titillating him. Grabbing one big 
knob in each hand, he squeezed and pulled and rubbed them against his back, 
while Alice took the opportunity to arch her own chest upward, almost 
snapping her bra straps under the stress of the process. 

The sight of those even-larger boobs once again diverted John's attention 
from the knockers he was holding fast behind his back, squeezing and 
pinching. Releasing his hands, he made a grab for Alice's upflung tits, 
first just palming them in his large hands and then moving up quickly to her 
shoulders, where he forcibly removed the straps. 

Then in one long hard gesture he ripped the flimsy, black silk apparatus 
from her chest and freed to his greedy vision the fully-unwound passion of 
her two enormous tits, tipped with the large black nipples that he longed to 
again take in his mouth and suck while he rammed his prick in and out of her 
tight hole again and again, with Fanny's finger up his ass. 

Instinctively, he buried his sweaty face in Alice's equally sweaty, recently 
revealed tits, which she squeezed over his ears in a pleasing way. Lifting 
the back and forth, on and off his ears in rhythm, she created a sensation 
that sent chills of pleasure sweeping through every part of his aching body, 
making the biggest impression on that long cylinder which he had in her 
crack. 

In fact, the impression was so great that John felt a suddenly welling 
sensation in the depths of his penile shaft, as the enormous amount of semen 
which had been growing there since the beginning of the day's romps neared 
the boiling point, promising to come spilling over the flood gates any 
second. 

In preparation for such an event, John pulled Alice's slim legs around his, 
and wedged his genitals more firmly into their tight home between her 
thighs. Fanny had by this time attached her body to John's and she licked at 
his ears while he slobbered Alice's mouth with his tongue. 

Then John dug like mad into Alice, his backside going like an out-of-control 
cement mixer as his final fury came rushing out of his cock, squirting its 
milky way into the hot cunt of the girl, who was screaming like a stuck 
bitch. Her legs pumped like mad in sympathetic rhythm to his jerking 
incursions, drawing him in tighter and then pushing him further away with 
each of his long, frantic, orgiastic lunges. 

And Fanny all this time was riding on his back, just getting a free trip. 
But as the cries of climax filled the room, her low moan grew in volume and 
urgent intensity, until Jack knew that she wouldn't give up until he had 
somehow satisfied her animal cravings as well as Alice's. 

But he was too busy beating out the last few fleeting pulses of his ecstasy 
inside mother nature's warm wet womb to worry about the sex-hungry little 
monkey on his back. Yet as he lay with his head between Alice's generous 
breasts, he could feel Fanny's breathing in his ear. 

Not only her breathing, but the very tender tip of her ripe, red tongue was 
also reaching its way into the porches of his ears, slowly climbing the 
steps to his pleasure threshold. Now many people may consider one shot 
plenty for the night, with a little shut-eye on top to end it all. 

Well, that may be enough for some men who, late at night, have a wife in pin 
curlers. But for young Johnny, in the presence of two attractive and willing 
young ladies in the early afternoon, the idea of calling it quits and 
rolling over like old Fido just hadn't occurred to him, at least not yet. 
And he figured that the least he could do in such a situation was to make 
sure that everyone at the therapy session got what they needed-that was what 
Chuck would expect from him. 

In any case, Fanny's continued breathing and oral stimulation applied to 
John's ear was beginning to tell on his limpened member, still buried deep 
within the folds of Alice's cunt. His organ was stirring once again, as 
tremors of pleasure and sense-awakening swept through it. 

He could even feel his prick begin to unwind a bit inside its sticky, damp 
nest. Evidently, he was having a quick resurgence of energy, although 
Fanny's continued attentions had more than a little to do with the 
situation. 

For now she was caressing the crevice between his flanks again, pushing her 
hand all the way down under his balls, where she began to pull and tease 
them again and again until he felt another stirring within his organ. 

He was filled with an enormous and overbearing sensation of sweet pleasure 
as his cock grew to full size within the recently expanded barriers of 
Alice's snug little hole. Every re-experience of the pleasure of erection 
was doubled and then trebled by the fact that it was happening inside a 
cunt. 

When it was finally full-sized again, Fanny, somehow sensing the right 
moment, pulled John right out of his current hiding place and exposed his 
reddened hard-on with the big, pulsing tip, all glistening and slippery from 
sperm and cuntal secretions, a big glob of come still clinging to the tip. 

That was her cue for action, and she leaped on him, assuming a sitting 
position over his crotch and, with the most elaborate, gentle care, slowly 
slid his long, stiff pecker into the greedy canal that led to her womb. With 
a passion she rose up and down over his torso again and again until her low 
moans had grown to loud screams and even shrieks. 

Then she cradled her own big tits in her hands, as if offering them up to 
some deity before the sacrifice of her virginity, once again, to the god of 
love. She rubbed them around and around until John joined in and began 
fingering the taut nipples himself. 

As he did that, she steadily rotated her pelvis around and around John's 
joint until he could actually feel the beginning of another orgasm gathering 
its forces down in his depths. The sight of her fondling her own breasts, 
and the feel of those velvety tits and nipples in her fingers, furthered the 
growth of sperm in his balls as she too neared a climax. 

In fact, her mouth was hanging open, her head writhing around on her neck, 
her long hair falling across her big tits. Then her lips closed into a long, 
curling smile of sweet ecstasy as she neared the pinnacle of her release. 
Her midsection was revolving as if possessed now, and her tits were swinging 
free while her hands grabbed his buttocks from below in order to increase 
the pressure of his cock in her pussy. 

It was no time at all before they were both coming together in an outburst 
of loud, sweating, roaring, sexual energy, which neither of them had 
experienced in years, until her cunt belched blue fire and she fell 
exhausted into his waiting arms. Then they rested. At least for the moment. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Ruby and Maxine, heading for a therapy session of their own in Peekskill, 
were driving through the contagious country sunshine of a new morning, 
heading for unknown surprises while Chuck and John were busy exploring the 
wonder of their discoveries back in the crowded, sooty city. 

The sun flashed off their rear-view mirror as they darted along the thruway 
like a couple of ravishing Valkyries on their way to pick up some fallen 
warrior from the field of battle and parry him back to their heavenly abode. 
Both their brightly colored nylon pants suits sparkled lightly as they 
billowed in the wind. 

Maxine was thinking about her brother again, reminiscing on his cornflower 
hair and sapphire eyes like on the beloved melodies of some earlier day. She 
loved especially the time they went fishing together. Although it was 
probably the hundredth time they did so, it had seemed like the very first. 

Maxine had just recently entered the golden portals of puberty, and was 
given to the habit of masturbating furtively as often as she could get a 
chance to. Somehow it had not yet occurred to her that she could receive the 
same, or perhaps an even greater excitation in partnership with a man. 

All the other times she had gone fishing with her little brother Tad, he had 
appeared to her as at best a bothersome nuisance to take care of. Even after 
she had matured sexually, she still took that attitude, especially since now 
his presence only made it more difficult for Maxine to grab those few 
precious minutes alone with the silent, ecstatic throbbing of her clitoris. 

But after a number of times beating herself off under her skirt not more 
than a few yards from her pesky brother who idly daubed his skinny bamboo 
pole in the mosquito-scabbed pond water, she began to associate the 
overwhelming waves of hot, flashing pleasure she experienced with each 
onanistic effort, with the presence of her little brother and his innocently 
smiling face. 

So that it soon became standard enough for her to have dreams about his 
darling, unbearded face at night, and to wake up in the morning hot for his 
curly, freckled head, hoping that one of his whims that day would be to loll 
his lagging brains in her sensuously perfumed lap and stare up into her 
crystal orbs. 

Perhaps it should be noted that despite her peculiar aversion to allowing 
herself to be dominated sexually by any mere man, she at that time took the 
usual sexual interest in playing games of innocence and experience, and so 
actually enjoyed letting little Tad's imagination run the gamut of its 
infantile-erotic whimery. 

Whenever Tad showed an interest in exploring the subtle and sublime 
mysteries of Mother Nature, and returning to the original sources of 
nutriment-that is to say, mother's nipples, which he gobbled greedily in 
turn, she spurred him on. 

But that one time he would never forget, the way the trees rustled as little 
Thaddeus lay his tired head against her bosom. She had simply and innocently 
slipped off the shoulders of her loose garment so that the little tyke could 
nestle his head directly against the silky surface of her new brassiere. 

Maxine had only just started wearing them at that time, although her breasts 
were already almost fully developed, and bigger than many women ever get. 
The reason she had not worn one of those confining undershirts previously 
was that on the country land where she live and was brought up, they didn't 
feel the need for such artificial sweeteners and frilly expenditures so 
early in life. 

But once Maxine had seen some ads in a color magazine, and saw how exotic 
and desirable the phony contraptions seemed to make women look, she decided 
that she would have to have one. Later that week she had driven into town 
with Uncle Jed, who seemed to enjoy the opportunity to take his young 
teenage niece out for a long drive to the city in his shiny tractor. 

Using up every last cent of her money which she had saved from crocheting 
napkins for the church social and babysitting for the more well-to-do 
couples who went to the city occasionally for some entertainment. She went 
wild in the big department store. She bought several frilly, brightly 
colored semi-transparent brassieres and a couple of tight fitting full 
slips, with panties and garters to match. Somehow her instincts just 
directed her to the sexiest, most alluring garments on the rack. 

Her Uncle Jed meanwhile stood off at a respectable distance and hummed to 
himself in a kind of sadistic embarrassment at being caught in such a den of 
lingerie. Finally she came out with her package and they drove home. On the 
way, Jed became a little overly frisky, putting his hand on his niece's 
thigh from time to time, and asking her to open the bag and display all of 
her newly purchased goodies to him while he drove along. 

At first she acceded to the request, considering it to be normal enough. Of 
course she thought it a little odd that a man as old and rough-skinned and 
craggy-faced as her uncle should have any interest at all in such frilly, 
sissy things as women's underwear. But she was still young and naive at the 
time, and unaware of the great variety of strange and unspeakable 
perversions which many members of our society are given freely to. 

So she enthusiastically displayed the gaudy but frivolous items which she 
had just bought, one after the other to her uncle while he slowly trucked 
the old tractor along. Slowly but surely the old man's whiskers stood up on 
end at the sight of such a lovely, skinny-assed young thing exhibiting her 
most private wardrobe, even holding them up against her frail body for him 
to see. 

Uncle Jed felt like he was flipping through one of those expensive girlie 
magazines where the women are always decked out in differing livid arrays of 
bizarrely colored and textured lingerie, in varying stages of undress. 

It was then that he had pulled the tractor off the road and onto some kind 
of unpaved side road lush with foliage which soon concealed the vehicle and 
its two passengers from the sight of the highway. Once they had come to a 
full halt and Maxine had turned to him with a quizzical look in her innocent 
farm girl eyes, Uncle Jed gave her a sweet smile. 

He suggested that she do a replay of her last maneuvers, this time trying 
the sleazy stuff on for real. 

"Are you kidding, Uncle Jed?" she had asked respectfully but a bit thrown 
off by the queerness of the whole thing. "Do you really want to see a little 
girl like me getting dressed, and in all these silly, frilly 
unmentionables?" 

He assured her that it was perfectly okay for a man of his years to express 
an interest in the affairs of young women who were related to him by blood, 
and that as long as she remembered that relationship, she would realize that 
nothing evil could happen between them. Of course, she mustn't speak of 
these things to the others in the family. They might not understand as well 
as Uncle Jed did. After all, this was all to be a big secret between the two 
of them. 

Thinking back over that incident, Maxine could not help being amazed at how 
naive her uncle must have thought she was at that time. And of course she 
was, but she was also old enough to know about some of the scandalous taboos 
surrounding such behavior, and to know that that "big secret" hokum was a 
line, that even an eight year old wouldn't swallow without gagging. 

Of course, as noted before, she was instinctively attuned to natural sexual 
responses, and immediately understood the deeper source of Uncle Jed's 
seemingly faggoty desire to see a woman changing clothes. After all, she 
couldn't understand why a real man would rather see a girl in her drawers, 
no matter how pretty they were, than in the buff or something. 

Now her confusion seemed very funny to Maxine. She had certainly been 
willing enough to go through the whole silly fantasy the old man desired of 
her. How eagerly she had slid down off of the tractor and hidden underneath 
its huge wheels to spare her uncle any possible embarrassment at seeing her 
really naked. 

When she came out alongside the big machine again, dressed only in a silken 
see-through slip and peek-a-boo panties of Day-Glo orange, her nearly ripe 
breasts already falling out of the skimpy nylon brassiere, perhaps a size or 
two too small; Jed merely gasped. His old hunk of meat quavered a second in 
his moldy trousers. 

She just stood there smiling for awhile, and then went back again for 
another change. Meanwhile old Jed was freaking out in his pants. He could 
hardly restrain an incestuous urge to grab the little waif and toss her in 
the hay. But he was fearful of the consequences. Frankly, this was more than 
he had bargained for. 

In the first place, he had never imagined that the girl was truly naive 
enough to take him up on his suggestion immediately and with such great 
enthusiasm. The most he had hoped for was to get a rise out of her and maybe 
bring a sexy flush to those incredibly young and unsullied cheeks of hers. 

Now he suddenly found himself calculating at fever pitch just how much his 
secure job with Maxine's family as a handyman and potato-peeler was really 
worth. Those kinds of thoughts could be dangerous for a man of Jed's age. 

Yet by the time she got back with another change of undies, he was ready to 
forget about calculating anything and jump right ahead to the solution. 
Maxine had read about the relatively recent use of body stockings among 
fashionable eastsiders in the Big City, and had picked out one of a black 
fishnet variety which was now strung tightly about her slim torso, and 
stalwartly restraining her tender young nipples which were just budding. 

That was more than the old buzzard could stand sitting down. Unwrapping his 
carefully folded legs, he made an attempt to go after the young nymph. But 
his lumbago was giving him problems. Just as he finally got up and managed 
to lunge to the ground, he heard the whine of a super-charged engine and the 
rumble of big wheels on the dirt path. A Highway Patrol car pulled up behind 
them. 

Well, Maxine had gotten him out of that one all right, but his itch for a 
little bit of hot twat was stifled for the moment, and the rest of that day 
he spent behind the barn with a fifth of Jack Daniels beltin' the blues 
away. 

Maxine, however, had just gotten started. And though the last thing on her 
mind was for her to have an affair with her seedy Uncle Jed, still it had 
been the kind of thing to get her going. She had had enough of a taste of 
power in getting that grown man to drool at her feet by simply wearing the 
right thing. 

The implications of the ramifications of that event kept her up late into 
the night with all kinds of figurings and calculations about what her future 
might be, and how she could achieve great amounts of power by using her 
head. And it was not long after that she took up the habit of playing "Go 
Fish" with her brother. 

The game they played had little in common with the children's card game of 
the same name. In fact, it had nothing at all to do with it outside of the 
coincidence of their names. They played their version any day they went 
fishing together. Maxine had become rather adept at wearing her new 
underclothes to the maximum effect, even when she had a lot of other clothes 
on. 

She always managed to find a way to put her outer garments on over her more 
luscious undies so that more than enough of them showed in the bright 
sunlight as they promenaded to the fishing spot, hand in brotherly hand. 
Tad, for all intensive purposes, was still too young and uninitiated to take 
full cognizance or to garner the most extensive enjoyment from such 
displays. 

But after a number of times of being in the presence of his thusly-attired 
sister, he began to develop a certain attachment and affiliation for the 
kind of clothes she wore. And he had a natural young boy's curiosity in such 
matters, one that might have annoyed most women but which Maxine reveled in 
to the fullest. 

After her little near-tragic episode with Uncle Jed, she had no desire to 
turn on any man she couldn't handle, either physically or psychologically. 
By giving relatively free rein to her brother's occasional whims to look 
under her dress or to explore the salient bulges in her attractive 
costuming, she was able to develop in him an unselfish, ungreedy approach to 
physical contact. 

He took all of her favors as gifts freely given, and so he never expected 
her to do anything that she wasn't ready to offer of her own free will. On 
the other hand, there wasn't much that he wasn't allowed to do. And Tad had 
played his young little cards right, so that his older sister never caught 
on that it was he who was leading her along all the time. 

He loved to crawl between her thin, smooth, velvety legs, the colored silk 
of her .sexy slip grazing-his face in a most pleasant way, and rotate his 
head right between her creamy thighs, letting every inch of her perfect skin 
flow over his face, and squeezing her legs tighter around him with his 
little arms. 

At other times, she would lower her bodice so that his little hands could 
wander at will over her scarcely-covered breasts in their nylon restrainer. 
But all these things she looked on as normal. Now that she was returning to 
see him after all these years, she was no longer so sure of what normal was. 

Driving up the blue-stoned driveway leading to her parent's baronial 
mansion, she first caught sight of her kid brother standing by the tennis 
courts, his trim, white-clad figure standing out nobly against the bright 
red clay of the courts. Immediately she was struck with a powerful 
sexual-emotional feeling for him which overspread the bounds of normal 
sibling relations. 

Glancing at Ruby's suntanned face, eyes hidden behind big, sexy shades, 
Maxine noticed that she hadn't failed to curl her lips in a silent whistle 
of appreciation at the sight of her brother standing there in his tennis 
shorts, bare arms glistening in the early sunlight off the curly blond hair 
of his bare arms. 

Maxine readied herself for a long, hard struggle to keep this alien invader 
away from her handsome brother, and to reserve the rights of possessing his 
now-mature body for the first time to herself. But even forgetting about the 
stunning Miss Ruby, the thought occurred to her that she might not 
necessarily be the first to possess his post-adolescent charms, and that 
many a girl in the neighborhood must have already taken advantage of (or 
been taken advantage of by) the advanced training which Maxine had 
originally given him. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The sun shining off her brother's silver aluminum shades nearly blinded 
Maxine as she strained to get a better look at his standing beside the 
tennis net and glaring closely at their automobile. Jumping out, she ran to 
meet him and threw her arms around his massive chest as she gave him a 
welcome kiss. 

Deciding not to be overly sister, she planted her ripe, moist lips flat on 
his mouth and gave him a warm, succulent kiss that sent a tremor down his 
back. Her soft, wet inner lips swam around his mouth and the very tip of her 
tongue just dallied on the outer limits of his lips. 

Pulling away from her after a seemingly endless embrace, he gave her a 
critical look and then broke into a broad smile that lit up his young face 
like a neon sign. 

"Still the same old Maxie, eh?" he offered as more of a statement than a 
question. 

"Yeah, but I can see you've grown," she responded slyly, leaning her full 
weight up against his loins so that she could feel the already mounting 
stiffness of his suddenly surprised cock. She circulated her groin a little 
as she did so. 

"In fact," she continued, "you're still growing!" 

"But that's not what you came here to talk about, is it?" he sarcastically 
replied. 

"No. In fact, I-came to wish you a happy birthday now that you're sweet 
sixteen." 

"Very thoughtful of you. I see you brought a friend along. Anyone I should 
know?" he asked with a twinkle in his eye. Maxine was thinking that he 
seemed pretty eager for, a kid of sixteen-and a country boy at that! 

"No. She's a federal narcotics agent. If she offers you anything, you'd 
better turn it down." 

"Anything?" 

Tad's phrasing was ominous. 

"That's right, and don't get smart with me, bucko. Remember I taught you 
everything you know." 

"Not everything, I'm afraid, Sis. 

"What do you mean by that, you young whippersnapper?" she demanded with a 
furious gleam in her eye. 

"Just what I said. After you deserted me-" 

"Deserted? I just got sick and tired of this one-coke-machine town and had 
to split-just the way you will in a year or two, if you don't feel that way 
already." 

"Well in any case, after you left I started taking lessons from Sally 
Killerman down the block." 

"That dyke? Boy have you got bad taste!" she snapped, trying to hide her 
jealousy in smoke cloud of contempt. 

As they walked back to the big, sprawling family house, leaving Ruby in the 
car for awhile, he proceeded to tell her the whole story of what had 
happened after she went away. Ruby wasn't going to stand for that though. 

Hotly she raced out of the car after the rapidly disappearing couple who 
were by then just entering the house. But fate was against her on that 
perfectly cloudless day in upstate New York. By the time she reached the 
front door of the massive estate, it was already too late. 

Maxine and Tad were upstairs getting changed for a swim in their beautiful 
backyard Olympic size swimming pool, and Ruby was forced by the butler to 
wait downstairs while they finished changing. They had always had adjoining 
rooms when they were kids, with a single door between their two beds the 
only thing to separate them, while they pursued their avid relationship. 

Now they were both once again returned to that primal situation, but this 
time as they got dressed, or rather undressed and then dressed in their 
bathing suits, they left the door wide open. They each stood in their rooms 
as on days of old, and talked to each other in this fashion while they dug 
out their trunks. 

That is, Tad dug out his trunks. Maxine had a special suit she had brought 
with her for the occasion, remembering their enormous, lush swimming pool 
with the colored under lighting and heated water, not to mention underwater 
color TV screens and even monitoring cameras. She had not swam in the pool 
for a while, and she wanted her return to be something special. 

Of course she wanted her brother to notice her especially on her visit so 
she made the suit something that would also appeal to his newly developing 
appetites. But once they had gotten their bathing suits ready, they both 
stood there for awhile in their respective doorways, their minds hesitating 
a moment in sub-space as if preparing for the long-awaited event to 
transpire. 

It was as if they both were afraid that reality would not come up to their 
wild fantasies. Then Maxine broke the ice by slowly, quiveringly removing 
the sash from her purple nylon pants suit and beginning to unbutton it from 
the top down. When she had gone far enough to reveal the alluring orange and 
white translucent material of her tight fitting brassiere, she paused 
dramatically for a minute, putting her hands on her hips in a sensual 
gesture, and sticking her half-exposed chest out in Tad's direction. 

Tad immediately responded by stripping off his shirt and pants, letting his 
already hardening prick give an indication of its potential size as it 
strained to pop loose of his restricting undershorts. The sight of that 
blunt instrument unfolding its brutal length under those bulging jockey 
shorts gave a jolt to Maxine's clit that urged her to go even further with 
her own disrobing. 

She finished unbuttoning her sleek-fitting top and threw it away with the 
carelessly obscene gesture of a stripper, one of her lush tits almost 
getting wrenched out of her tight bra as she did so. Stroking the length of 
her nylon-trousered legs, she began to remove the bottoms of her pants suit, 
an inch at a time. 

Tad's cock had righted itself inside his shorts, and the long arc of its 
underside stood up straight, stretching the material of the underwear as far 
as his navel. 

But as he watched his older sister slowly peeling the close fitting purple 
pants from her long tan legs, he thought that his shorts would tear a hole 
in themselves at the pressure of his penis within. He pulled them tight 
under his balls and felt the refreshing sweep of pleasurable sensations run 
through his loins and spinal column as he pulled the material back and forth 
over his genitals. 

Maxine meanwhile continued her stop-time strip. That is to say that every 
time she managed to get the tight material down an inch or two further along 
her legs, she stopped and took up a different sexy and alluring pose. And 
she worked her hands around the elastic band of the pants, letting Tad watch 
her fingers slip beneath its surface and cradle the bulges of her perfect 
buttocks or of her hairy cunt as she slowly lowered her pants. 

The first thing to be revealed were the extremely narrow, black lace panties 
that hid the opulent bush of her pubic hair. As soon as she was past these, 
she halted the progress of her strip momentarily to dally awhile around her 
crotch while Tad looked eagerly on. This time she wheedled her long, slim 
fingers inside of her tight-fitting bikini bottoms and went fishing. 

Tad began to literally drool as he watched her fingers stroke and scratch 
the smooth surface of her up-rising buttocks, sliding between them 
occasionally to explore the narrow crevice of sin and the two tunnels to 
hell that lay therein. Then she pulled them tightly between her thighs so 
that the part of them directly below her pussy was pulled up between the 
twin hairy lips of her moist vagina. 

When she returned to her pants, she removed them by stepping out of them, 
one leg at a time. She slowly withdrew first her left leg from the long 
tight cylinder of the pants, jackknifing at the knee like a striptease 
dancer as she let the material peel off and fall to the ground. Then the 
other leg. 

When she finally had them off as far as the toe of her right foot, she gave 
the leg a kick and sent the shiny purple garment flying in Tad's direction, 
although it only made it as far as the doorway that separated their rooms. 
Now she had nothing on but the thin black band of the panties (perforated 
with hundreds of decorative gaps in the lace) and her orange and white 
brassiere. 

As Tad ogled the way the elastic bands of the tight bra cut into his 
sister's lush skin, and the way her more than full breasts struggled to 
burst out until the two little nubs of her stiff nipples made their shape 
clear through the material, Maxine began to blush. It certainly wasn't from 
embarrassment, though. 

The sight of that pinkish-red flush coming to her cheeks, and the rest of 
her anatomy as well, added another notch to the growth of Tad's enormous 
cock within the tight confines of his shorts. Maxine's flush of sexual 
excitement deepened in turn as she realized the great extent of her 
brother's peacemaker. 

Since their exploits had never before called on the use of young Tad's 
pecker (which at that time had not yet exploded from its infantile state of 
contraction) for any real serious work. But now that she saw its pent-up 
beauty and masculine strength mounting by the minute, she burned to rip his 
pants off and have at it. 

The long, slow strip was getting to Tad, too, though, and she knew that any 
minute their primitive game of temptation would come crashing to an end as 
he came leaping through the doorway and into her room. Well, after all, that 
was what it was all about, wasn't it. 

She was now in the process of running the flat open palms of her hands up 
and down the sides of her body, while curling her lips in a smile-grimace of 
deep sensual pleasure. As her hands came up alongside those 
tightly-restrained tits of hers, she dallied there a while, and ran her long 
nailed, bony fingers over and over the silken surface of each bra-bursting 
tit. 

Continuing to fan her fingers out in that fashion, she occasionally would 
catch the elongated tips of her nipples between two long fingers and massage 
them until they grew to their full size, which was over three fourths of an 
inch long. Tad's cock continued to harden in response to the further 
hardening of those sweet little tit-ends. 

Finally, she turned fully towards him, spread her legs apart and leaned back 
slightly with her hands on her hips so that the salient bulge of her hairy 
pussy was thrust out and up towards the constantly inquiring dish-antenna of 
Tad's face. Her lips curled into the quivering bounds of a cute, attractive 
laugh. 

"Well, little brother, how does it feel to be a full-grown man at last?" she 
asked before the laugh had faded from her mouth, sticking her hands inside 
the back of her panties and placing them each firmly on her high-set 
buttocks for more support. 

Tad thought she looked pretty great, standing there as if with her hands in 
her back pockets, except that she didn't have any back-pockets on. Tad was 
more than grateful to have this opportunity to visually explore his first 
lover's body, a body which he had never really seen fully exposed. Nor had 
he then had the same kind of keen interest in physical perfection that a 
stream of incidents with an equally long stream of instructresses had hipped 
him to. 

And he could immediately evaluate the worth of his fair sister's body, and 
instantly wanted to ravage and plunder and rip her and bite her, and perform 
all of the other amorous operations on her that he had just recently 
learned. His sister had been responsible for his early start, there was no 
doubt. 

But as soon as-she left him he had branched out on his own and expanded his 
knowledge of the field until there was nothing he didn't know how to do to 
make women come like mad in his arms. So in answer to her question of 
before, he calmly said, "Why don't you let me show you how much I like it." 

That was cute, she thought. That was definitely the sound of calm authority 
that only someone who really knew the ropes would be able to utter. 

"Yeah, well," she drawled sassily, "we might get around to that pretty soon. 
Right now though, don't you think we oughta get some swimwear?" 

"Nah. You look fine just like that. I wouldn't dream of changing a stitch." 

"But I can't exactly go out there like this. I mean, what would Mom and Dad 
think if I went in swimming dressed like this?" she queried with a finger in 
her mouth. 

"I don't know about Mom," Tad responded with a coy laugh, "but Pop'd be 
crazy if he didn't jump in after you!" 

Maxine yawned casually and stretched her arms high up in the air, taking 
utmost outrageous advantage of a chance occurrence. After she had finished 
yawning and stretching, she carelessly hooked her thumbs under the elastic 
straps of her bright brassiere and, lifting them a few inches beyond their 
normal position, let them snap down again with a swift crack. 

Tad almost bit his tongue as the elastic bands bit into Maxine's shoulders 
and sent flashes of red emanating along her skin from those points. He 
longed to do the same thing to her himself, and finally deciding that these 
pre-game ceremonies had gone far enough, started slowly moving towards the 
doorway that led from his bedroom into hers. 

Maxine began retreating quietly as he came on, a show of both alarm and a 
dangerous desire passing over her face. Her long lips twitching slightly and 
her hands instinctively going down to shade her crotch from his monomaniac 
stare. But it soon became evident to her that there wasn't going to be any 
stopping her kid brother once had had that kind of a glassy gleam in his 
bright blue eyes, and that that long of an erection beneath his shorts. 

She was back up against the soft velvet of the curtains behind her before he 
finally stopped, no more than a few inches away. If he hadn't been wearing 
those undershorts, his hard-on would have been able to reach out and touch 
the black lace of her semi-transparent panties. 

But Maxine suddenly looked as if she didn't care any more. She stood there 
looking away, as if she had failed to keep faith in the possibility of 
reconstructing their old relationship. Her chest was heaving with 
anticipation though, as she didn't know exactly what her brother would do. 

"Sis," he said softly, "Sis, now that I'm all grown up, as you mentioned, I 
want-to ... I want to-" but here he broke off, unable to continue his 
emotion-laden dialog. 

Maxine could see the tears coming to his eyes almost as he stood there in 
his fear and shame, afraid to take possession of the first body that he had 
known, perhaps afraid that he would never be able to replicate the perfect 
magic of those first halcyon days they had spent together so many years ago. 

Then it was that Maxine burst out into uncontrollable laughter, thinking 
about the similarity of their situations, and the ludicrousness of two 
people who would ordinarily have been under the sheets by this point, afraid 
to fuck because of the past. Well, that was about par for the course, she 
thought. 

"Look, Tad," she expounded. "I guess neither of us is going to be able to 
live up to each other's dreams and fantasies and idealizations which we have 
formed over the years that we've been separated from each other." 

A look of relief flooded over his features as she spoke soothingly to him. 

"So why don't we just forget all those preconceived notions and have 
ourselves a ball?" 

Maxine enjoyed being on top of things, and wanted to keep it all going her 
way. 

"What do you say to that, kiddo?" she added with a smile, her hands on her 
narrow waist urging the black bulge of her super-hairy bush against Tad's 
crotch. 

The slight pressure of her lingerie upon the outer surface of Tad's 
maximally stretched shorts was all that was needed to set his temporarily 
paralyzed body in motion again, and towards his original goal. That was 
Maxine and she was now backed up against the wall with only a few inches of 
soft, dark green velvet separating her from the wall. 

Bracing her strong back against the soft material of the drapes, she hooked 
her fingers under her bikini bottoms and rolled them into one thin round 
band that did very little indeed to cover her essential nakedness. Wisps of 
tufted, curly pubic hair strolled from every edge of the rolled up panties 
as usually as if I were Sunday in the park. 

Tad knew that her buttocks must be showing pretty well too, and his 
imagination was going crazy thinking about it and itching for a peek from 
starboard. Then, once that was done, she set her back really firmly against 
the draped wall and slowly twisted one long, bare leg around Tad's own hairy 
limb and began to lift it up along his as far as his groin. 

As she brought it up she massaged the length of his leg and even got a big 
toe in between his firm, youthful buttocks for a while. She also managed to 
get her foot under his crotch, and give his aching balls a few moments of 
sheer heavenly (or perhaps hellish) bliss. That felt great. 

Then she slowly, with great athletic control of her balance and limbs, 
managed to get her other leg up the side of his leg until it was also hooked 
around his trim waist. Finally, lurching from the wall, she threw her arms 
around his neck and held on for dear life while giving his forehead a 
sisterly kiss. 

As he held her to him, her skinny legs twisted about his middle and her big 
tits squashed up against his muscular chest, the urge to take her right 
there and forget about their parents who were waiting downstairs at the 
swimming pool, welled up strongly within him as the smell of her fragrant 
cunt and of his own sex hormones in action as well drifted up his snout. 

Slowly, like a strumpet in a swan dive she slid down the front of his body, 
the silky, overstuffed material of her brassiere making a strong impression 
on his mind as it set every inch of skin it came in contact with ablaze with 
tingling sensations. Holding her once more righted body at arms length, he 
slipped one of her bra straps carelessly off her shoulder. 

The bra however was fastened so tightly that nothing further happened, and 
her bra did not fall away on one side the way Tad had undoubtedly hoped it 
would. In fact he was still a little shy about the whole thing and was kind 
of hoping some outside force would perform a lot of his tasks for him. 

Now, that wasn't a good thing for someone who was looking to get laid. Just 
because it was the guy's sister, doesn't mean he should get all trembly and 
butterfingered about it. Now was no time for second thoughts about the 
incest taboo or the price of condoms in Baltimore. 

But Maxine wasn't going to let his gorgeous hunk of tan, muscular flesh get 
away from her. First she helped out by lowering the other strap of her 
flimsy brassiere with a sweet, accepting smile that sent her wide lips in a 
long, curving pattern. Wriggling her torso a little bit had the effect of 
lowering the front of the bra cups until the dark crimson semicircle of her 
raised aureoles became just visible. 

The saliva was mounting in Tad's mouth, but his whole body was still frozen 
into indolence with either fear or some kind of guilty shame-even he didn't 
know which it was. Maxine's next move was to tuck her thumbs under the taut 
elastic waistband of her brother's jockey shorts and give it a snap. 

"Hey!" he yelped, "What the-?" 

"I just thought that might wake you up a little, kid. Looked like you were 
losing interest for a minute there." Her voice was sensitive and serious. 
"What's the matter, don't you want to make it with me? Don't you want to get 
into my pants, and then some? Boy, don't you know that I could eat your cock 
until you cried for more, I could stick my tongue up your ass until-ohhh! It 
makes me mad to think that you can be so blase!" 

Tad was more than woken up now from his temporary stupor, but even so, he 
found the hectoring attitude of his older sister to be slightly inhibitive 
of making any advances. But that was no problem now, since she seemed to be 
glad to be taking the initiative for this series of exchanges. 

"Well, I think it's about time we did away with these, don't you?" The smile 
on her pretty puss could only be described as lewd and desirous. 

Tad was frankly surprised that his own sister could be so blatant and 
obvious about everything. He was used to candidness in girls, but this was 
outrageous. In a way though, he was getting to enjoy it. It seemed to recall 
days of old somehow, and he liked the feeling it gave him. 

"Wait a minute, Sis," he finally managed to mutter without a single stammer, 
"If I gotta strip down, then so do you. That's only fair." 

Maxine was amused by his rustic sense of fair play, definitely a hold-over 
from the old country. 

"Sure, kid. I wouldn't think of leaving you stranded like that without a 
little company." 

Tad's face brightened up again. But in the meantime, his young cock had 
limpened slightly and so, before she went any further, Max applied a series 
of loving caresses to that organ through the rough material of his shorts 
until its full, impressive length was apparent. It's big, bulging underside 
with the enormous vein down the middle of it was outlined against the 
tightly strained material, pulsating all the way through. 

She even went to the effort of cradling his big sac, of balls with. the 
itchy fingers of one hand, rubbing her belly up against his and stroking his 
ass, inside of his shorts, with the other one. Tad was coming alive again. 

Then, when Maxine saw that his prick was back to a reasonable state of 
readiness, she once again got her thumb under the material. The other hand 
she simply slid around under the tight shorts from where it had been 
caressing his ass, tickling his cock and balls with it as she played around 
under his crotch. 

That was really getting to Tad in the worst way. Goose pimples were 
spreading all over his skin-an effect that appealed heavily to Maxine, and 
urged her to rub more of her bare skin against her brother's body. She had 
his stiff pecker in between her two wrists, as her fingers worked the lower 
regions of his crotch, and massaged its long shaft between them as they 
worked. 

Slowly her lower arms forced back the strong elastic band of his shorts 
enough to expose his upthrust prick, a tiny white daub of premature come 
floating at the opening of the virile organ. Maxine thought she would croak 
when she saw that. His sperm was thin and watery in its youthful state, and 
Maxine could almost see the spermatozoa swimming around in the miniscule 
pool. 

Immediately, she wanted to drink deep from his fountain, to take that creamy 
wisp of heart's water into her aching mouth, and then to extract more, and 
more of its sweet juice until his hard meat was pumping furiously under the 
ministrations of her mouth-yes, she had to have it right away. 

Bending to bring her lush, thick lips to the tender tip of that lovely 
asparagus, Maxine was caught halfway by her brother, and she looked up at 
him in surprise. 

"Hey! Whadda 'bout you? I got my dick hangin' out here and you aren't even 
undressed." 

"Well," she simmered, "if you're so tough, why don't you do something about 
it yourself?" 

The very pertness of her pouting remark called for manly action on Tad's 
part. 

"Okay, Sis. I guess you're a big girl now, and you can take care of 
yourself. So from now on don't count on brother Tad to come to the rescue 
when I get out of hand." 

"You know, Tad, I like it when you get like this. Usually I don't like 
getting bossed by men, but you're different. Somehow when you tell me to do 
something, I get a funny feeling in my twat that says, go ahead, kid. Ya 
know?" 

But Tad was beyond conversation by this point. His long, muscular arms were 
reaching around his lovely sister's lovely torso, sliding over the synthetic 
material of her tight bra and grabbing for the clasp. He had it unhooked in 
no time, and peeled the sweaty cloth away. Her tits were much bigger than he 
had imagined, with big, outstanding aureoles that looked like they were made 
of raspberry ice cream and nipples that stood out half an inch when they 
weren't even stiff. And though they were large, there was no sign of sag. If 
she wore a dress with no bra, the upward-pointing nipples would've stood out 
clearly on their own. 

He slowly pulled her to him until just the tips of her big tits were grazing 
the bronzed muscles of his chest. The nipples gave him a chilling sensation 
as they titillated his skin, and at the same time grew larger and stiffer in 
response to the touch of his skin. 

He was in for another surprise, too, when he brought his hands back around 
to fondle those luscious tits, which he couldn't take his eyes off. Even 
though they were as big as they were (somehow she had stuffed them into a 
size thirty-eight bra) they were firm. Solid. If she lay flat on her back, 
they wouldn't have diminished so much as an inch in size, nor would they 
have lost any of their luxuriously stream-lined shape. 

The feel of them in his hands was a sheer delight. They had of course 
matured considerably since he had known her in the middle of her early 
adolescence. And none of the other girls he had since met, as generous and 
as generously supplied as they had been, could live up to what Tad had in 
his hands right now. 

He brought his palms between those outright tits and his own chest so that 
he could enjoy the superb stiffness of those big long nipples as they grazed 
against them. Her tits stood out at pure ninety degree angles from her 
chest, and rather close together, so that by spreading the fingers of one 
hand in a wide fan, he could touch both of her lovely nipples at once, and 
even pull them together. 

And though her breasts were big and set close together, there was still a 
narrow lane of space between them, through which Tad could see their toes. 

He wanted to lay his head there, on that slim thoroughfare, and let his 
tongue lap the potion of sweet delight sequestered therein. 

Through the glistening crevice between those adorable knockers Tad could 
also watch Maxine going to work expertly on his throbbing cock, letting her 
wrists and arms still just barely make contact, as if accidentally while she 
tickled the insides of his thighs with her fingers. 

Now that his sister's brassiere was gone, and her lovely round boobs exposed 
completely for the first time to Tad, he no longer felt any compulsions 
about having his underpants removed by her silky, loving hands. He advised 
her that it was now her turn to help him out of the confines of his clothes. 

Maxine smiled softly and eagerly began to ease down the elastic of his 
shorts and peel them slowly off his thighs. As she did, his big hard charger 
was released and sprang free as if it was on springs, bouncing around 
crazily ready for some action. She had to stand back a little to get a good 
view. 

"Hey, you've been doing all right over the years, haven't you?" she said, 
admiring the length and thickness of his youthful organ, and the fine, 
glistening purplish color of the large knob at the end of it. 

He looked kind of primeval to Max, standing there with seven inches of hard 
meat flaring out perpendicular to the rest of his body, and his balls the 
size of radioactively stimulated olives swinging in their hairy sac between 
his legs. She literally licked her chops as she gave his glans a gander. 

As her now trembling hands continued their slow odyssey down along Tad's 
legs, her mouth descended towards the area of his crotch. 

Her thick lips curled into a long smile as they glistened in the sunlight 
that filtered in through the windows. Tad's cock stiffened even further and 
jerked spasmodically a few times in anticipation of the final union of those 
wet lips with his hard, dry slab of meat. 

She kept her body close to his as she slid down, letting his erect wang slip 
in between her lush, firmly extended tits, their stiffened nipples giving 
the insides of his crotch and thighs a pretty savory thrill or two. For a 
moment, Tad was afraid that he wouldn't last until she got her mouth around 
his dick-but the resilience of youth is surprising. 

As his tool slid up through her tits and towards her chin, Maxine opened her 
moist lips, at first playfully gnashing her teeth together a couple of times 
and showing a quick glimpse of her tongue. Then she formed her lips into a 
tight little oval, with just enough space for you-know-what to fit in. 

The sight of that gorgeous hanger warming up for his flight-weary rocket, 
sent another premonitory twinge of sex pleasure throughout Tad's physique. A 
small bubble of gism reappeared at the opening of his cock, and Maxine, 
puckering her lips further as they approached the head of his prick, 
deliciously sucked that little drop of hot come right off and down her 
throat. 

She had been so incredibly subtle about it that Tad hardly knew whether she 
had actually touched his dick at all with her lips. All he knew was that the 
sight of her doing that, coupled with the sound of her sucking made his cock 
jerk around as much as if she had shoved it into her mouth. 

Maxine lifted her head away for just a second in order to gather her long 
hair again around the back of her neck. As she was doing that, Tad closed 
his hands about her head, gently sending a finger into each of her ears and 
trying to urge her face back down on his swollen cock. 

Maxine didn't like to rush things, and she refused to budge her head for the 
moment, until Tad relented and let off with the pressure. Then she slowly 
brought her now salivating mouth back to the tip of his prick, which had 
developed another small pool of premature scum. 

This boy is really potent! she thought to herself as she lowered her 
cat-like tongue's quivering tip just far enough to skim away the hot liquid 
without doing more than paying the organ a glancing blow. But even that was 
enough to send her virile young brother into spasms of contorted delight. 

Once again he tried to pry her head against his whimpering wang but with no 
success. He then began scratching lightly the upper portion of her back, and 
running his nails down along her spinal column. That had a little better 
effect on her, and her whole body soon began writhing in time to his 
caresses. 

He worked his hands around her torso and came up cradling her breasts from 
the sides, rubbing their tender buds to stiff bloom with his thumbs while he 
squeezed those firm tits. Soon she was loosened up enough to give the end of 
his hard-on a tiny kiss. Actually she simply puckered up her moist lips and 
applied them like a suction cup to the little hole at the end of his 
purplish-red cow-catcher. 

And instead of really kissing it, she just sucked in softly. But it 
certainly had more than the desired effect on Tad. In fact, it sent his 
whole body trembling. That increased as Maxine took his long root firmly in 
hand, grasping it with all ten fingers at once and guiding its impressive 
length just one inch into her luscious red-lipped mouth. 

Gingerly, but with such sweet force, she rolled her wide lips over the big, 
bulging head of his penis and began rocking her mouth back and forth around 
that tender tip, sucking on it like it was the last popsicle on earth. 

Tad meanwhile was going mad with pleasure, his arms alternately flailing 
blindly at the air and trying to force Maxine's mouth down further along his 
hot, hard shaft. But as before, Maxine was in no big hurry. Instead, she 
withdrew the dick from her mouth, blowing a steady stream of air across its 
bow to cool it off for a while in a nice way. 

Tad felt more than cooled off. He wasn't sure whether or not he liked this 
approach even better than the other one; and she was awfully good at both. 
Still grasping his pronger firmly with one hand, and cradling the hungry bag 
of his balls with the other in a way that drove him nuts, Maxine began to 
dart out her tongue for a series of quick raiding parties on the tip of his 
dick. 

She would try to get the edge of her hot tongue to open up the tiny hole 
where his sperm came out of, perhaps in the hope of eliciting another tasty 
morsel of juice. Then she slid her hand down along the shaft (giving Tad 
more goosepimples) to make way for her mouth to follow. 

But that was as far as she got right then. The next thing she heard after 
Tad moaned from her latest caress was a series of soft raps on the door of 
her room. 

They were followed by her mother's voice. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

"Hey kids!" came the pleasantly maternal voice of concern, "Come on! We're 
all waiting for you down at the pool. I know you've got a lot to talk over, 
but can't that wait until after we've all had a good look at you?" 

Tad sighed nervously, his eyes glued to the catch on the door, which he 
finally decided wasn't turned forty-five degrees to the "lock" position, as 
he would have liked it to be. He was also annoyed at the perfunctory nature 
of the "appearance" they had to put in together at the family poolside. 

God knows how many relatives, long unheard from in their gouty retreats in 
Westchester and Connecticut, had already been phoned and were on their way 
to join in the big reunion celebration. 

Maxine swallowed hard, remembering that she had failed to lock the bedroom 
door. She knew that her mother wasn't the type to come bursting in on 
people, but the fear of a possible accident sent a chill of guilt through 
her body, and she backed away from her brother nervously. 

His now idle cock dangled mock-menacingly in the air before her disconcerted 
face. 

"Look, we might as well get it over with, or we won't have a second to 
ourselves until we do," Maxine reasoned logically to the disappointed Tad. 

And the disappointment showed in his face, as well as in the aimless 
erection before him. Hastily he begged her to just touch him a few seconds 
longer and let him have a quick climax. For although he was capable of 
holding it off indefinitely almost, Tad, at his young age, could also 
ejaculate on the slightest of stimulations once he set his mind to it. 

Maxie sympathetically took the wandering warhead between her lips again, 
still only inviting the first inch to enter the portals of her lush mouth. 

She gave it a series of whirlwind licks and sucks with a kind of savage fury 
in her eyes, like someone taking the last bite out of a deliciously prepared 
steak before being dragged away from the table by urgent business. But it 
was not enough to give the surprised Tad a chance to empty his balls as he 
wanted to. 

He hated to stop without getting his rocks off, especially when he could 
feel it so close, but he had no choice now. His sister was already up off 
the floor and rapidly pulling on the top of her slim white bikini. Turning 
her back on her lingering brother for a minute, she zipped off her lace 
undies-just long enough for Tad to get a morally devastating eyeful of his 
sister's unbelievably big yet firm tan buttocks. 

His cock, which had beginning to slacken, immediately raced to full size 
again, and jerked upwards between his thighs at the sight of those luscious 
twin buns. Whoooie! he could really go for that ass! 

But the vision was only to last for a few all-too-fleeting seconds. In a 
flash she was pulling the incredibly thin strip of her white bikini bottoms 
up along her slim legs and snapping the elastic into place around her can. 
It certainly didn't succeed in hiding such of her overwhelming anatomy, but 
it did take some of the edge off of his intense excitement. 

On the other hand, Tad liked the way the narrow band of embroidered white 
material cut into Maxine's thighs, showing that there was still enough meat 
on those long, lean gams to sink your teeth into. And it would also leave 
room for plenty of underwater hi-jinx in the fancy pool. 

When they got out to where the family was gathered by the gleaming poolside, 
Tad not having once taken his lusting eyes off the gaily swinging, fleshy 
butt of his succulent sister, Ruby was already there. Lying full length in a 
yellow and white striped chaise lounge, she looked great in a flame-red 
bikini, so sheer and flimsy that it looked more like underwear than a 
bathing suit. The color matched the color of her hair, and contrasted nicely 
with her rather pale, stately body. 

Maxine noticed with cynicism not only her brother's goggle-eyed gaze at 
Ruby, who arched a perfectly formed knee in the air for his benefit, but 
also the way her father, Jerry Bromide, had already taken up a spot as close 
as possible to the attractive redhead, and was feeding her drinks. 

Mrs. Bromide was so busy fussing over the kids, that she didn't seem to 
notice. 

"Say, you kids both look real great. Maxine, I can see that you've been 
getting a lot of sun, even in the city. So tell us now, what have you been 
doing? How are you getting along?" 

Maxine could tell it was going to be a long afternoon if she didn't do 
something soon. Thinking fast, she suggested to her mother that go fix 
something in the kitchen, leaving Ruby to her Dad, while they dragged Tad 
along with them. 

Mr. Bromide leaned over and passed Ruby another Black Russian, giving her a 
searching look. 

"You know, Ruby, you've really got me fascinated now. Please keep going 
about touch therapy and all that." His tone was at once sincere and 
clinical. 

"Well," she began, "there really isn't that much to say, Jerry. It's all 
about doing, as you probably realize by now." Her tone of voice was slightly 
less clinical, and Jerry easily read even more into it than he was supposed 
to. He often complained that his wife never gave him exactly what he wanted, 
and his often suppressed urges festered nasty boils of filth in his 
subconscious. 

And sitting next to Ruby's lush, reclining figure after guzzling a few 
drinks didn't help much either. His skin was boiling at the sight of her big 
tits swelling up and out of her flimsy red bikini, as if they'd be sure to 
pop out right in front of his eyes if she stood up too fast. 

He had always had certain "socially unacceptable" thoughts and impulses 
about his own daughter Maxine. But he had always savagely beaten them 
beneath the surface. Her friend, however, was different. Nothing could keep 
him from wanting to feel her body, stripped naked and lying next to him 
between fresh sheets at night. Already he was formulating plans to have his 
daughter and her guest stay for as long as possible. 

Also, she was a lot sloppier than Maxine, and he liked that in a way, 
because it made it easier for him to think about her in a sleazy way. For 
instance, the way the bottoms of her bathing suit were fixed to her body 
failed to conceal all of her bright burnt sienna pubic hair. 

Jerry tried to keep his gaze up off her pussy, but he couldn't stop himself 
from straying down there every few seconds. It was as much of a reflex 
action as blinking. Not that Ruby seemed to mind at all. In fact, it made 
her very conscious of her whole body as she lay there in front of the man. 

He also liked to stare at her tits, barely supported by the sheer material 
of her bikini, through which he could see the enraging out-thrust pinnacles 
of her bulging aureoles and semi-stiff nipples. Knowing that they would look 
even better in a wet suit, he blithely suggested that they take a dip. 

Ruby couldn't see anything wrong with that idea, and, yawning and stretching 
first, she got up. Neither of her big balloons actually fell out of their 
shelter as Jerry had hoped, but the way they bounced around in there gave 
him a jolt in the groin that he wouldn't soon forget. 

He could tell that if he didn't get a piece of this ass, he was going to 
have a long night of jerking off ahead of him. He silently cursed and swore 
in his mind in his most obscene vein. It somehow seemed unbearable that any 
cunt could be that desirable and not instantly agree to ball him. 

Of course, he hadn't asked her yet, but he could tell she. was the bitchy 
type. Not that he didn't like that type either-once they were between the 
sheets and he had his wang deep inside either her cunt, mouth or asshole. 
But all too often they were the hardest ones to get in that situation. 

He even felt like beating his meat underwater as they swam around the pool. 
Of course with the bright sunlight and the lights under the water, it would 
be pretty difficult to go undetected. But then, what the hell? There was no 
one else around to see but that immorally attired cunt, Ruby. 

What did he care if she didn't like it? That would turn him on even more. 
And what was she gonna do, tell his wife? But, then again, if she meant all 
that jazz about touch therapy, maybe he should take her up on it. He didn't 
have anything to lose, and a couple of big ones to gain. 

"Hey Mr. Bromide, you're a real good swimmer, you know that?" she cried 
enthusiastically from across the glistening pool. "How are you underwater?" 

"Try me, honey!" was his bold reply. Ruby smiled compliantly and swiftly 
disappeared below the surface. Shit he thought, this is it! Here's where we 
find out what she's made of, as they say in the music business. 

And Jerry was very involved in the recording industry, acting as A&R man for 
Impulsive Records. 

So much for his career. 

Opening his eyes underwater as he had trained them to do over the last few 
years, he caught sight of that lovely red demon streaking towards him. Her 
limp red bikini hung down beneath her as she swam, the majority of her big 
firm knobs exposing their pale round form to the eager A&R man, who was more 
than prepared to cut a few numbers this morning. 

Pulling up right in front of him, she laughed and let out a pretty mouthful 
of bubbles. Her sweet lips curved back into a deep smile as she pointed to 
the surface. 

"Whew! That was great!" she exclaimed as they broke water together. 

Jerry smiled broadly like a happy ape. 

"How about trying some underwater relaxation exercises together?" she 
suggested. 

His smile widened until she thought his face would crack under the pressure. 
Undaunted, she went on. 

"You know, water has such wonderful healing qualities, Jerry." There was no 
doubting her sincerity, in any event. That look of tutorial enthusiasm in 
her eyes was genuine. 

"I've often heard that," he conceded. 

"As you probably also know, the Greeks considered it to be the source of all 
life." 

"Yeah, I remember that. The theory of hydro-zoology or something isn't it?" 

Jerry pretended to be fluent in the field even though he had just happened 
to have read that bit of information in a chance copy of "Popular 
Philosophy" that he was skimming through in the dentist's office the other 
day. 

"By allowing our bodies to float together in underwater suspension, we 
permit the vital exchange of life energies to take place. This has a 
rejuvenating effect on the cells of the body and on the brain tissue as 
well." 

"Really? You get all that just from skinny-dippin' together?" Jerry's tone 
of voice gave ' away some of his appealingly straightforward vulgarity-a 
trademark of his personality. 

"I hate to disappoint you, Mr. Bromide, but we'll be able to get the full 
effect with our clothes on, if you don't mind." She sounded sweetly 
conciliatory. But just watching her talk about it gave old Bromide a belt in 
the balls. And somehow, she didn't seem quite so in earnest this time. 

"If you're afraid of my wife," Jerry threw in with a cinematic glance over 
his shoulder towards the kitchen, "don't be. She's very broad-minded, if you 
know what I mean." 

"Not exactly," she sighed. 

"What I mean to say, and no offense, but she'd like to get into your pants 
as much as I would." 

He paused for a moment as their eyes met across the still rippling waters of 
the chlorinated pool, and he tried to scan her reaction. For one thing, she 
seemed to get turned on by his open admission, instead of revolted the way a 
lot of women would react. That made him think that maybe there was something 
to the ridiculous bullshit she'd been spouting at him like some kind of 
Harvard grad or something, for the past half hour. 

He was certainly willing enough to go through the warm-ups with her, as long 
as it meant swimming around next to and maybe holding hands or God knows 
what else while they went through all the hocus-pocus. 

"If your wife's a lesbian, Mr. Bromide, I may be able to help her." 

Jerry's chin sagged noticeably at Ruby's confident rejoinder, and he tried 
to hide a feeling of shock. 

"You know, that doesn't mean that I feel that way myself," she threw in 
quickly when she had sized up his paranoid reaction. "But I sympathize with 
their plight." 

The old Bromide rubbed his grizzled chin and thought a minute. Then he 
fired. 

"Somehow I get the feeling my daughter's a little more sympathetic than I'd 
like her to be." 

Ruby had a lot of trouble keeping a fierce smile in as she remembered their 
fling in the motel bathroom. Such is life, she thought, and went on smiling. 
But to Mr. Bromide, the problem was very real. 

"After all," he explained, a twinge of sadness in his voice, "I had always 
kind of hoped, you know, the way fathers have of hoping. Well, I hoped that 
my daughter would one day look on me in a special kind of way, do you follow 
me, Ruby?" There was a trace of desperation in his voice that got through 
even Ruby's elaborate big city defenses. 

"Sure, I follow you, old fellow. I think you should know that that's a very 
natural feeling, and you shouldn't have any guilt about it." 

"Guilt? How do you think I'm gonna get a hard-on without any guilt 
feelings?" This time he sounded very matter-of-fact as he spoke. 

"It's just that, well, it's time for our relaxation exercises, Jerry. Now 
just lean up against my back, and then we'll descend into the water 
together. Remember to take a deep breath before we go under." 

That sounded great to him. Flexing his muscles a few times in preparation 
(he used to be captain of the football and lacrosse teams back at Fairborn 
High, after all) he propped his sinewy back up against Ruby's. The initial 
feeling was sensational, and had Jerry rearing for more. 

He could feel each and every bone and velvety tendon on the surface of her 
bare back, except where the thin round band of her bikini top cut across. 
But best of all, his ass was up against the big, firm moons of her own 
high-flung buttocks, which she carelessly twitched against his. 

That was really the end. He could have creamed in his pants when he felt 
those two heavenly peaks of massed flesh gently and innocently massage his 
own tightly packed rear. Her sweet rump stuck out through her almost 
nonexistent bottoms like an erection through wet tissue paper. 

And the way she moved it around was driving him up the wall. 

Shit! Piss! Damn! This was going to be fun, he thought to himself as they 
slowly sank beneath the surface, back to back, and she placed a hand on each 
of his hips, urging him to do likewise. Her thin young hands felt cool and 
stimulating on his well-muscled flesh. 

Her hips in turn felt thin and bony, a perfect cradle to rock someone in. 
The skin that covered them was bumpy with goosepimples. Squeezing his thumb 
and forefinger together slightly though, he could tell that there was plenty 
of meat there in case anybody needed it. 

"Please, no pinching," she implored sweetly just before her head disappeared 
below the water. 


THE END
