CHAPTER ONE


Drew tried to ig­nore Brian’s hand creep­ing up her thigh as she drove. She tried to 
ig­nore his in­cess­ant tall talk as well, but that proved to be just as dif­fi­cult.

 “Yes, Sis, I have a good feel­ing about this trip. A good, good feel­ing. This trip, you 
and I are gonna come back rich.”

 Out­side the Ford Pinto-a ver­it­able rust bucket which made a thou­sand 
dif­fer­ent squeak­ing, squeal­ing, and knock­ing noises as it moved-desert was passing by. It 
was late af­ter­noon and the sun was low on the west­ern ho­ri­zon. Bar­ren hills, one side 
painted gold by the set­ting sun, cast long, purple shad­ows over the sagebrush plain. There 
were no signs of hu­man hab­it­a­tion any­where. They had passed the last rest stop five 
minutes ago. Laugh­lin, their des­tin­a­tion, was still over forty miles away.

 “I hope you’re right,” Drew said. “I don’t want you to lose all of my money the way 
you did the last time.”

 Brian’s smile wavered for only an in­stant. “Aw, come on, sis, show a little 
con­fid­ence in your brother. That last time was just a fluke. I win bet­ter than half the time.”

 Drew sighed. “Yes, but when you do lose, you lose big. You’ve lost more money than
you’ve ever won. Your vaunted black­jack skills have us in the hole for two thou­sand dol­lars 
already.”

 “I’ll make it up. I prom­ise you that this time will be dif­fer­ent. I think this new 
sys­tem that I learned is really go­ing to en­hance my per­cent­age. I fig­ure I’ll make four 
hun­dred dol­lars a day at the tables. Min­imum.”

 And, as he said that last word, he squeezed her thigh and moved his hand up 
an­other inch. It was now dan­ger­ously close to her crotch. Drew pushed it away and 
smoothed down her skirt.

 “Stop it,” she said.

 Brian looked at her in puz­zle­ment. “What’s wrong with you? You’ve been act­ing 
very strange lately, as if you’re not in­ter­ested in sex any­more.”

 Should she tell him? Drew wondered. Should she tell him she thought they should 
no longer be lov­ers, that she had fi­nally grown a con­science about their in­cest?

 “I’m just wor­ried, that’s all. I’m wor­ried that you’re go­ing to lose. This is rent and 
util­ity money that you’re go­ing to be gambling with.”

 Brian’s smile came back. “Don’t worry, Sis. I’m not go­ing to lose your money-our 
money. I’m gonna take good care of it. And I’m gonna take good care of you, too.”

 His hand fell on her thigh again, whis­per­ing as it stroked her soft, warm skin. This 
time Drew de­cided not to res­ist it. Brian never gave up un­less he got his way.

 And be­sides, Drew thought, his hand felt really good there.

 “I hope so,” she heard her­self say.

 His fin­ger pushed aside her panties and entered her cunt. Its warm, spongy 
sweet­ness ab­sorbed it. He found her clit and began to tease it erect. Drew moaned, 
push­ing thoughts of break­ing up with her brother out of her mind for the present.

 Des­pite everything, he was a really good lover.


CHAPTER TWO

 Laugh­lin sat like a glit­ter­ing jewel in the bleak Nevada desert. The city was small 
in area, a pin­prick on the land­scape really, but big in self-re­gard. At night, the bright, 
pulsat­ing lights of its dozen or so hotel-casi­nos lit up the sky for miles around. Its lifeblood 
was the Col­or­ado river, which flowed be­side it, as well as the mil­lions of gam­blers who 
stopped by each year to bet their hard-earned money on a dream. Few people ac­tu­ally 
es­caped Laugh­lin with fat­ter wal­lets or purses, but that didn’t keep them from com­ing.

 In fact, two new dream­ers were driv­ing up the main drag now.

 “Which casino do you want to hit first?” Drew asked.

 “The Wa­terville.”

 Brian’s hand had left her pussy a half-hour ago, after bring­ing her to a de­li­cious 
or­gasm. He was now prac­ti­cing count­ing down a deck and did not look at her. His lips 
whispered num­bers as he rap­idly turned over the cards.

 “I thought you said the rules were bet­ter at the Buckan­eer?”

 “I never do well at the Buckan­eer, re­mem­ber?” he said between cards. “The 
deal­ers must cheat.” He wasn’t angry with her for talk­ing while he prac­ticed. Like all good 
sys­tem play­ers, he was able to keep up the count des­pite dis­trac­tions.

 “Oh.”

 The main drag was also the only ma­jor street in Laugh­lin. Casi­nos were lined up 
along it like elec­tric fly traps, neon signs pulsat­ing hyp­not­ic­ally, hop­ing to lure in their 
share of tour­ists. The Wa­terville hotel was at the very end of the main drag-or the very 
be­gin­ning, de­pend­ing upon your point of entry. Drew turned into the park­ing lot of the 
casino and began search­ing for a stall.

 Fin­ished prac­ti­cing, Brian dropped the pack of cards into his shirt pocket.

 “Use valet park­ing.”

 “Are you sure? There are plenty of spaces avail­able.” Which was true. It was a 
Tues­day night and the park­ing lot was only half full. Brian re­fused to play black­jack on the 
week­ends or hol­i­days, when so many people came to town he could hardly find an open 
seat at a table.

 “We’re gonna get a room, re­mem­ber? I don’t want to have to lug our bags any 
farther than I have to.”

 “Oh. Okay.”

 She parked in front of the main en­trance. She and Brian got out and pulled their 
lug­gage from the back. Then Drew handed the valet her keys.

 “Take good care of her,” she said to him. “She’s worth a mil­lion.” The valet, an older 
gen­tle­man whose eyes held much ap­pre­ci­ation for Drew, smiled and drove off.

 Brother and sis­ter went in­side, where they were im­me­di­ately con­fron­ted with 
a maze of slot ma­chines, table games, cash­ier cages, gift shops, bars, and res­taur­ants. The 
mu­sic of the slot ma­chines was al­most deaf­en­ing. Even though it was a week night, 
Laugh­lin was still a busy town. Plenty of people had noth­ing bet­ter to do with their time 
than gamble away their money. Brian and Drew looked around in con­fu­sion, not know­ing 
in which dir­ec­tion to go. It was easy to get lost in­side a large casino like the Wa­terville, 
even if you had been to it dozens of times be­fore. Fi­nally, they spot­ted the sign they were 
look­ing for. They fol­lowed its ar­row around the corner to the re­gis­tra­tion desk. Brian fell 
back as they ap­proached it, which in­dic­ated to Drew that he ex­pec­ted her to handle all 
the ar­range­ments.

 She asked him, “How many nights are we stay­ing?” He thought about it. “Three. At 
least three.” She held out her hand to him, palm up­ward. He stared down at it, 
un­com­pre­hend­ing. “What’s this?”

 “Money. Give me money.”

 “You’ve got money.”

 “Yes, and it’s in your wal­let. Two months of my wages.” Brian growled as he dug a 
Ben Frank­lin out of his wal­let and handed it over. Drew went to the desk and got the room 
and two keys for it. The keys were in the form of mag­netic cards that were pro­grammed to 
open their door by slid­ing it through a slot. As they were walk­ing to­wards the el­ev­ator, 
she asked, “After stow­ing our lug­gage, are we go­ing to come right back down and 
gamble?” He shook his head. “No. I want to rest after that long drive.” By the way he looked at
her as he said that, Drew sus­pec­ted what kind of “rest” he had in mind.


CHAPTER THREE

 After Drew opened the door to their room, Brian sud­denly be­came frol­ic­some. 
Whoop­ing loudly, he scooped her up, kissed her, and car­ried her over the threshold. There 
were two queen-sized beds in­side the room and he dumped her on the first one he came to. 
Then he stood back to view her. His eyes swam slowly up and down her ap­pet­iz­ing fig­ure, 
feast­ing on her long, shapely legs, large breasts, and strik­ingly beau­ti­ful face.

 “Man, Sis, you are gor­geous! Ain’t no wo­man in the world is as gor­geous as you. 
I’ve been want­ing to fuck you for the last two-hun­dred and sixty miles.”

 Drew blushed un­der his lust­ful gaze. Though she knew it was not right for 
broth­ers and sis­ters to have sex, she could not help but be aroused by him. He was as 
hand­some as she was beau­ti­ful. Her heart star­ted pal­pit­at­ing.

 “Don’t for­get our bags.”

 Quickly, Brian went out into the hall­way and kicked the lug­gage into the room. He
shut and locked the door be­hind him and then re­turned to the foot of the bed Drew was 
sprawled upon.

 “Take off your clothes,” he ordered.

 She did not hes­it­ate to obey his in­struc­tion. Slowly, smil­ing coyly at him, she 
began un­but­ton­ing her white blouse. One, two, three, four, five but­tons came un­done. 
Then it was open. She shrugged out of the gar­ment and tossed it aside. She wore no bra. 
Brian whistled as her na­ked tits were re­vealed. The pink, del­ic­ate nipples stared right back 
at him.

 “Beau­ti­ful,” he breathed. “Beau­ti­ful.”

 Drew’s eyes were the same brown color as his. They smoldered as she re­turned his 
amor­ous gaze. Her lips were even red­der and fuller than be­fore. They par­ted as her tongue
came out to wet them. Sit­ting up, she caressed her swollen orbs with her fin­ger tips, 
em­ploy­ing slow, cir­cu­lar move­ments. Stim­u­lated, her nipples grew hard and erect. 
Goose­bumps roughened her skin. Her breath­ing be­came deep and aud­ible.

 Brian groaned as he watched her play­ing with her­self. “Bitch. You like to tor­ture a 
man, don’t you?”

 Drew smiled. It was time to get even with him for his earlier fin­ger-fuck, when he 
had teased her clit for far too long be­fore fi­nally al­low­ing her an or­gasm.

 She kicked off her pumps and began to push her skirt down. Brian watched it make 
its leis­urely jour­ney down her long, slender legs. Drew had gor­geous legs, on a par with 
those of the best su­per­mod­els, but it was the up­per­most part of them, her thighs, that 
Brian most ad­mired. Per­fectly con­toured, they pos­sessed just the right bal­ance of muscle 
and soft tis­sue. A man could find heaven between those warm, vel­vety thighs. As they were 
re­vealed to him in all their na­ked glory, Brian began to pant and drool.

 Fi­nally, her skirt was off. She kicked it high into the air and it fluttered to the floor 
at Brian’s feet. He did not look down at it, but con­tin­ued gaz­ing at her vo­lup­tu­ous body. 
Now she wore noth­ing but her panties, which were damp with arousal. Drew de­cided to 
save them for her brother to re­move. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. One 
hand wandered down to stroke her soft in­ner thighs as she re­garded Brian.

 “I gave you twenty-four hun­dred dol­lars to make us rich,” she said. “I’m go­ing to 
hold you to your prom­ise to take good care of that money, as well as to take good care of 
me. I ex­pect you to give me no less than six or­gasms be­fore we leave this room.”

 Brian wiped sweat from his brow with a trem­bling hand. At that mo­ment he could 
not re­spond to her; his tongue seemed to have taken a va­ca­tion. He was in awe of his 
sis­ter’s beauty, one of the reas­ons why he al­most never looked at other wo­men. Why seek 
sex with strangers when Drew was so close and so will­ing? Every time he looked at her 
un­clothed body it was like see­ing it for the very first time; its ef­fect on him was al­ways the 
same. Her ex­quis­ite per­fec­tion made him mad with lust.

 Drew could see his dick grow hard in his pants. She ached to feel it in­side her. She 
thrust her cunt at him.

 “Come on, Bro, time to get na­ked and to get busy.” Brian needed no fur­ther word 
of en­cour­age­ment. He didn’t just take off his clothes, he tore them off. Un-like Drew, he 
wasted no time per­form­ing a striptease. He moved as fast as the Tas­manian Devil. In 
mo­ments he was com­pletely na­ked.

 “Mmmmmmm,” Drew mur­mured with ap­pre­ci­ation, study­ing him. Her brother, 
at twenty-five only two years older than her, had a body de­signed to please. Though not an 
ath­lete, he pos­sessed the pro­file of one. Broad shoulders tapered down to a nar­row waist 
and mus­cu­lar ass which prom­ised max­imum thrust­ing power. His cock was long and slim 
and beau­ti­ful. Drew’s cunt im­me­di­ately re­spon­ded to the sight of it by pro­du­cing 
more juices.

 Brian climbed onto the bed and lay be­side her. She turned her body to­wards his, 
brush­ing his chest with her breasts. He stroked her cheek and stared down her large brown 
eyes.

 “I love you,” he whispered.

 Hear­ing those three words, spoken with such warmth and emo­tion, made Drew 
want to cry. “I love you too,” she whispered back.

 He kissed her on the mouth-a soft, sens­it­ive kiss. Drew melted to it. Her arms 
pulled him down on top of her. Warm, moist flesh pressed to­gether. She could feel his heart 
beat­ing ex­citedly in his chest, trans­mit­ting its en­ergy through the soft tis­sue of her 
breasts. Her own heart matched its rhythm.

 “Mmmmmmmmm,” she mur­mured.

 She sucked on his lips, try­ing to drink in all of his warmth and man­li­ness. He 
wormed his tongue into her mouth. She tried to swal­low it with her own. The two slip­pery 
or­gans danced around and nuzzled each other, neither quite able to get a grasp on the 
other. The wet, suck­ing sounds they made, as well as the ex­plos­ive in and out breath­ing of 
their nos­trils, were soon the only mu­sic Drew could hear. The soft whine of the air 
con­di­tioner and the traffic noises out­side their win­dow were all drowned out. She felt her 
in­ner body tem­per­at­ure soar to dan­ger­ous heights as their kiss­ing grew more and more
pas­sion­ate. Her white skin flushed a deep, deep red.

 After a few minutes, Brian’s lips de­tached them­selves from hers. His mouth 
roamed all over her face. He kissed her cheeks, her chin, her fore­head, her eye­lids. Then, 
turn­ing her head to one side, he stuck out his tongue and traced her neck­line, lick­ing up 
and down its en­tire length. Drew moaned and shivered, tit­il­lated to the ex­treme. Her neck 
was one of the most sens­it­ive parts of her. Elec­tri­fied, her tiny body hairs stood up 
every­where on her skin.

 “Take off my panties,” she begged.

 Brian sat back and pulled off her panties. They were soaked to the point of be­ing 
nearly in­vis­ible in her crotch area. He pressed them to his nose briefly, smelling the sweet, 
musky scent of his sis­ter, and then tossed them aside. He stared down at her brown, silky 
muff, glisten­ing with sweat. Her cunt lips were swollen and dilated. Drew rocked her hips 
back and forth, beg­ging for his touch. He in­ser­ted two fin­gers into her tor­rid open­ing. 
She trembled when they en­countered her clit. He wiggled it around and around with one 
fin­ger tip. Sud­denly, Drew lost con­trol of her hips. They began squirm­ing and buck­ing on 
their own ac­cord.

 “Oh­h­hhh,” she moaned. “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh.” Brian smiled. “Do you like that?”

 “Yes! Oh, yes!”

 As he fingered her quiv­er­ing but­ton, Brian bent down to taste her in­vit­ing orbs. 
He licked every square inch of them. The salt on her skin tan­tal­ized his taste buds. He 
sur­moun­ted one hard, pink nipple and bathed it with co­pi­ous amounts of foamy saliva. 
Then he wrapped his lips and teeth around it and ap­plied gentle suc­tion. Drew felt a thrill 
race down her spine and res­on­ate warmly in her cunt. She cradled his head in her arms and 
moaned.

 By now, Brian’s cock had reached its max­imum length of seven inches. He rubbed it
up and down Drew’s thigh as he sucked on her tits. The tingling her smooth, warm flesh 
in­duced in it made him yearn to stuff it in­side her. He battled that yearn­ing for a full minute
be­fore it conquered him. Break­ing away from his feast, he rolled on top of her, us­ing his 
knees to pry apart her thighs. He re­moved his fin­gers from her cunt and stabbed into her 
with his strain­ing shaft. It pen­et­rated her eas­ily, greased by her gush­ing flu­ids. Her sharp 
cry of joy re­ver­ber­ated through­out the room. “Ah!”

 Brian did not be­gin fuck­ing her im­me­di­ately, how­ever. Again, he pressed his 
lips to hers. Their mouths opened and closed in del­ic­ate, mu­tual mas­sage. Sexual 
elec­tri­city was gen­er­ated and passed between them, mak­ing each of them shud­der. After
just a few mo­ments of this, Drew could not stand the tor­ment any longer. She thrust at him 
with her pussy, ur­ging him to get star­ted. She did not want him to idle in her a mo­ment 
longer. Re­spond­ing, he backed up his hips and slammed into her again, go­ing deeper than 
be­fore. Warm, sooth­ing squish­ing wel­comed him, awaken­ing every nerve cell in his body. 
He groaned.

 “Oh, God, Sis, your pussy feels so good around my cock!”

 “Fuck me, damn you! Fuck me!”

 He clenched the bed­sheets in both hands and began to fuck her, his cock 
pis­ton­ing in and out of her flooded pussy at a steady rate.

 Drew moaned, watch­ing as his tight buns moved up and down over her 
mid­sec­tion. She was cap­tiv­ated by their beauty. They were def­in­itely Brian’s best 
fea­ture, and he knew how to use them. His thrusts were strong and tire­less, the mark of a 
vet­eran lover. Drew knew that he could keep up the pace for hours if he wished, never 
flag­ging. His cock per­formed mu­sic in­side her. It strummed her clit like a vi­olin bow, 
send­ing sweet vi­bra­tions cours­ing through­out her en­tire body. She grabbed his heav­ing
buns with both hands and thrust up­wards with her hips, match­ing him move for move, 
swal­low­ing as much of his hot, hard, throb­bing meat as she could.

 She re­membered the first time they had made love. It was the day after her 
eight­eenth birth­day, only five years ago. The two were liv­ing to­gether and work­ing odd 
jobs to sup­port them­selves after the un­timely death of their mother. Drew was feel­ing 
de­pressed that day; she felt her child­hood had reached an ab­rupt and un­ful­filling end. 
Brian sought to cheer her up. He took her to a bar that he knew wouldn’t card her and treated
her to her first drink. She did not like the taste of the beer so much, but she liked the 
light­headed feel­ing it gave her. Her brother, ob­vi­ously hav­ing planned a se­duc­tion from
the start, sug­ges­ted that they pre­tend to be boy­friend and girl­friend. Drew agreed, too 
in­tox­ic­ated to con­sider the pos­sible con­sequences. She found her­self dan­cing with 
him, cheek-to-cheek, her in­hib­i­tions melt­ing as his hands roamed all over her body. They 
kissed, and when his hand slid down the front of her shorts and con­tac­ted her wet snatch, 
neither of them could con­trol their lust after that. With her whole­hearted con­sent, he took 
her home and took her vir­gin­ity. That they were sib­lings did not trouble either of them at 
the time, but in fact seemed to add to their ex­cite­ment.

 Drew shuddered as she re­membered that time so long ago. Then, as now, it felt 
good to be in her brother’s lov­ing arms.

 Brian had picked up the pace a little. His breath­ing had grown deep and 
ir­reg­u­lar, like hers. He was go­ing to cum soon, Drew real­ized. She was on the verge of 
that spec­tac­u­lar event as well. Her clit ached from the mer­ci­less chaf­ing it re­ceived. 
Crav­ing re­lief, she pro­pelled her hips to­ward his cock, grind­ing her clit dir­ectly against it. 
The tingling in it grew by leaps and bounds, then sud­denly in­tens­i­fied into a sharp, 
numb­ing pang. She jack­knifed as or­gasm ripped through her body. Her eyes opened wide 
at the sweet, ag­on­iz­ing pain of it.

 “Aaaaaaaah!” she screamed.

 Brian’s hot se­men ex­ploded into her twat an in­stant later. He con­tin­ued 
pump­ing her as he joined her in the throes of or­gasm. His jism both blistered and soothed 
Drew. Her cunt squeezed tight around his cock and milked him of every last drop. At that 
mo­ment they were con­nec­ted by more than just fam­ily bonds. They were joined in a union
of the flesh, mov­ing to­gether as if one. Their bod­ies shook the bed, the walls, and the 
whole world as they un­du­lated in erotic bliss.

 Slowly, the storm of sen­sa­tions abated. Brian stabbed a few more times into his 
sis­ter and then col­lapsed on top of her. He left his dick in­side her to grow limp. Drew did 
not mind its con­tin­ued pres­ence. She held him closely, strok­ing his sweaty back and 
but­tocks.

 “Oh, Brian,” she said, pant­ing in his ear, “even though I know it’s wrong, why is it 
that I love fuck­ing you so much?”

 He did not re­spond to her. After a mo­ment she real­ized he was sound asleep.


CHAPTER FOUR

 Tony Pook was a big shot, one of those rare in­di­vidu­als who could af­ford to fly 
all over the world and gamble full-time. When he entered a casino any­where in Nevada, be it 
Las Ve­gas, Reno, or Laugh­lin, he was im­me­di­ately re­cog­nized by the pit bosses and 
deal­ers, who al­ways bent over back­wards to serve him. Par­tic­u­larly the craps deal­ers. 
Craps was his game of choice, and he bet huge sums of money on it.

 Phys­ic­ally, he was quite hand­some. Tall, he had dark hair and eyes, soft hands, 
and a sen­su­ous face. He looked much younger than his forty-seven years. No gray hairs 
showed on his close-cropped head, and only a minus­cule amount of flab sur­roun­ded his 
belly. Well-groomed, clean-shaven, fas­ti­di­ous, he at­tired him­self in the best of clothes, 
pre­fer­ring dark busi­ness suits of Italian design over more cas­ual wear. He looked and 
car­ried him­self like the wealthy man that he was. With such sex ap­peal, wo­men had no 
trouble at all be­com­ing at­trac­ted to him.

 Tony craved fast ac­tion, both at the craps tables and in bed. Sel­dom was a 
beau­ti­ful wo­man not seen at his side, either when gambling or din­ing out. Usu­ally, he had
a dif­fer­ent date each night, al­though some­times, if he really liked a wo­man, he would 
spend an en­tire week with her. He lav­ished them all with money and gifts. He found that the
sex was al­ways the hot­test after he gave them a taste of the good life.

 His eyes slid to his cur­rent bimbo, Sally, who stood next to him rat­tling a pair of 
dice.

 “Come on, ba­bies,” she said to them, “let’s win some money.” She tossed the dice 
and rolled a three. “Craps out!” the stick­man yelled. Tony’s two-thou­sand dol­lar stack of 
chips, rid­ing on the Pass Line, was taken away.

 Sally turned to her man with a long face. “Aw, I’m sorry, Pooky. I tried so hard to win
you money.”

 Tony-or Pooky, as Sally called him-shrugged. Two grand was noth­ing to him. He 
had in­her­ited a prof­it­able busi­ness em­pire when his father died ten years ago.

 “Try again,” he said to her. “You place the bet this time.” Tony, along with every other
man at the table, stared at Sally as she did his bid­ding. She was a twenty-one-year-old 
blonde bomb­shell with blue eyes and a sweet, child-like face. Her cur­va­ceous ass stuck 
straight out as she leaned over to place twenty black chips on the Pass Line, and her ample 
cleav­age nearly spilled out of her short, low-cut dress. Many pairs of eyes, in­clud­ing Tony’s, 
caressed her long, stun­ning legs, na­ked from her crotch down to her spiked high heels. 
There were quite a few groans of long­ing.

 After all the bets were placed, Sally took the dice and rolled them again.

 “Eight!” the stick­man called out. “Hard eight!” The craps play­ers sighed with re­lief.
Eight was the first point Sally had made and it was easy to make. Many laid odds on it, 
think­ing that the dice were due to turn hot again.

 “Place a thou­sand-dol­lar bet on the Big Eight,” Tony in­struc­ted Sally.

 “What’s the Big Eight?”

 “Never mind,” Tony said. “I’ll do it.” He put ten black chips on the Big Eight square 
above the Pass Line.

 Sally ac­cep­ted the dice again and rattled them in her hand. Tony al­ways let his 
dates roll the dice for him. He be­lieved su­per­sti­tiously that wo­men pos­sessed more luck 
than men. The first time he had taken her out gambling, some five days ago, she had 
vir­tu­ally proven his point by win­ning forty-thou­sand dol­lars. But now her luck seemed to 
have turned around and he was in the hole for sixty grand. Though he could tol­er­ate los­ing,
win­ning was more fun. He crossed his fin­gers as Sally tossed the dice.

 “Seven out!”

 “Awwwwwwwww, sorry, Pooky.”

 Tony un­crossed his fin­gers and shook his head. That was nine craps in a row that 
Sally had tossed. She was prov­ing to be a dis­aster to him.

 “That’s okay, sugar. I have plenty more money for you to lose.” She smiled 
grate­fully at him.

 He signaled to the pit boss for an­other marker, since he was run­ning low on chips.
As he was sign­ing his name, his mind began to wander away from the tire­some busi­ness of 
los­ing. Just an hour ago, be­fore com­ing down here, he had fucked Sally real good in his 
lav­ish suite. He smiled as he re­membered back to that pleas­ant in­ter­lude.

 He had been soak­ing nude in the sauna. The hot, churn­ing wa­ter en­vel­oped his 
en­tire body, mak­ing him feel cozy and re­laxed. If life wasn’t so de­mand­ing of his time, he 
could have stayed in there forever.

 Sally wandered into the room hold­ing two tall, slim glasses of cham­pagne which 
she had just poured. She knelt be­side the sauna and handed one to him.

 “A toast,” he said, “to hot tubs and beau­ti­ful bim­bos.” She smiled as they clinked 
glasses. She liked be­ing called a bimbo. Tony thought she was a real doll.

 He tipped back his head and drained the glass com­pletely. Sweet, fizz­ing li­quid 
slid down his throat to settle warmly in his stom­ach.

 “Ah­h­h­h­h­hhh!” he sighed.

 He loved to drink cham­pagne in the sauna. The two seemed to go hand in hand. 
Bub­bling wine and bub­bling wa­ter. He put his empty glass down be­side Sally’s on the tiled
floor.

 His eyes ogled her. Even through her short, white bath­robe he could sense her sexy
curves. Her big tits bal­looned the front of the gar­ment out­wards, and her hard nipples 
made small peaks in the thin, silken fab­ric. He reached over and res­ted a wet hand on one of
her ex­posed thighs. He stroked her soft, warm skin, com­ing tan­tal­iz­ingly close to her cunt.
She par­ted her thighs in in­vit­a­tion. After a long mo­ment of teas­ing her he dipped a 
fin­ger in­side, tickled her ri­gid clit. Sally shuddered.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh, Pooky,” she said. “That feels so good.” He smiled. He took his
fin­ger out and began slid­ing his hand up­wards, cleav­ing open the front of her robe, which 
was only loosely tied shut. Her ripe, de­li­cious breasts spilled out. He squeezed and caressed 
them, giv­ing them a shiny coat of wa­ter. She sighed ec­stat­ic­ally and leaned back, rest­ing 
on the balls of her hands. Her robe spilled off her shoulders and down her arms. Tony’s eyes 
took in her arch­ing body as he kneaded her soft, fleshy orbs. Her beauty was ex­traordin­ary.

 “You like it when I play with your tits, don’t you?”

 “Yes, Pooky. Oh­h­h­h­h­hhh, yesssssssss.”

 Sally’s breath­ing be­came deeper and deeper as he fondled her, and, 
mi­ra­cu­lously, her breasts grew big­ger and firmer. She closed her eyes and leaned in to his 
warm touch. Tony’s in­dex fin­ger circled a nipple teas­ingly, then pressed down on it as if it 
were an el­ev­ator but­ton. Sally moaned and shivered. He saw goose bumps pop up in her 
skin, des­pite how fe­ver­ish she felt to him. He laughed to him­self, amused. Every time he 
pressed one of her nipples he re­ceived this re­ac­tion. It was one of Sally’s unique quirks that 
he loved.

 His hand aban­doned her breasts and began to slide down­ward again. The blonde 
tensed in an­ti­cip­a­tion. He could tell she was a nat­ural blonde by the color of her thatch, 
which was as bleached as her crown of curls. Pooky had no par­tic­u­lar pref­er­ence for 
blondes or bru­nettes or red­heads. A wo­man’s hair color meant little to him. But he did like 
his blondes to be nat­ural. One of the ex­cit­ing things about nat­ural blondes was that they 
did not need to shave their legs. Their tiny body hairs were al­most in­vis­ible against their 
skin.

 Tony’s hand crossed her supple belly and entered her silky muff. It was damp with 
arousal. Her sweet, fem­in­ine fra­grance waf­ted to his nose. He kneaded her furry mound 
with his fin­ger tips, dig­ging into her flesh. Sally trembled, highly aroused. He watched in 
sat­is­fac­tion as her cunt squir­ted juice in re­sponse to his del­ic­ate squeezes. Her hips 
writhed in in­tense yearn­ing. She was ripe for be­ing fucked, he knew. He felt his cock rising 
be­neath the hot, swirl­ing wa­ter.

 His fin­gers went lower still. Now they teased the out­side of her pussy, caress­ing 
her slick lips. He watched her pussy twitch and spasm, eager to swal­low whatever he gave 
her. Sally moaned and rocked her hips back and forth.

 “Fuck me with your fin­gers, Pooky!” she begged. “You know I can’t stand it when 
you play with me like this.”

 Grin­ning, he stuffed his in­dex and middle fin­ger into her steamy open­ing. 
In­cred­ibly sens­it­ized, she drew a sharp in­take of breath and tried to re­coil from his 
pro­vok­ing touch. Then, re­mem­ber­ing that this is what she wanted, she re­laxed and 
settled her cunt down upon his fin­gers, al­low­ing him to probe deep into her. Her hips 
began to match him stroke for stroke. She re­leased her breath in a tor­rent of well-be­ing.

 “Oh, Pooky,” she moaned. “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh.”

 “Do you like that, sugar?” he asked.

 She nod­ded her head, eyes closed, un­able to re­spond verbally. His di­gits were 
giv­ing her de­li­cious tor­ture.

 Tony began to pump his cock with his free hand, stim­u­lat­ing it to greater 
ri­gid­ity. As he did so, he re­flec­ted on his long life of fuck­ing wo­men. As a young man, sex
had filled his life, much as it did today. Sel­dom did a day go by when he didn’t get his share 
of pussy. His father, a tall, stern-faced old man, did not un­der­stand his ob­ses­sion and so 
did not ap­prove. Or per­haps he was en­vi­ous of his only son, hav­ing been stuck with the 
same fat cow he had been mar­ried to for thirty years. Sev­eral times Tony had been 
threatened with dis­in­her­it­ance be­cause of his af­fairs with the wives and daugh­ters of 
busi­ness as­so­ci­ates. Tak­ing his father’s threats ser­i­ously, he played it safe. He began to 
travel longer dis­tances in search of fe­male flesh, fi­nally dis­cov­er­ing Las Ve­gas, as well as 
its sis­ter cit­ies Laugh­lin and Reno. The casi­nos of Nevada were the best hunt­ing grounds 
for sex that a rich young man could ask for. There he dis­covered gambling as well as 
wo­men, and the two merged to­gether to form an in­tox­ic­at­ing drug.

 Tony be­came aware of the rising pitch of his cur­rent babe’s voice. He was 
strok­ing her clit real good now, his fin­gers slick with her juices. Her hips rocked back and 
forth in the in­stinctual rhythm of love­mak­ing, and her head swayed from side to side. Her 
beau­ti­ful blue eyes were closed and her lips formed pretty O’s each time she ex­haled. The 
skin on her heav­ing breasts shimmered with per­spir­a­tion.

 “Oh, God, Pooky, I think I’m go­ing to cum.”

 “Hold on, baby, I got some­thing spe­cial for you.” Tony’s dick was now as hard as a 
rock. It did not want to miss out on her cli­max. He re­moved his fin­gers from her cunt and 
dragged her into the hot tub with him. She did not res­ist, but let him take con­trol over her 
body. He dunked her head un­der the churn­ing wa­ter. She came up cough­ing and 
splut­ter­ing and flail­ing her arms. Then he rudely bent her over the lip of the sauna and 
jammed his cock deep into her cunt.

 “Oh!” she cried.

 Tony groaned. His cock felt so good in her warm, wet sheath. Her spongy flesh 
mol­ded it­self around his in­flex­ible form, awaken­ing an in­tense tingling sen­sa­tion along
its en­tire length. He tried to hold it still for a mo­ment, to drink in her pleas­ant warmth, but 
the ir­res­ist­ible force of mother nature soon took con­trol over his body. He backed up his 
hips and stabbed into her again. Then again. Soon he es­tab­lished a steady rhythm.

 Sally was quak­ing in erotic ec­stasy. Her eyes re­mained closed as she was be­ing 
fucked. Each of Tony’s bru­tal im­pacts jarred a gasp out of her throat. By the sound of it, it 
was as if each breath needed to be forced out of her lungs. In truth, like a sprinter ra­cing the 
fi­nal few yards to­ward the fin­ish line, she was try­ing to hold her breath. She was on the 
threshold of or­gasm and had been there for a while. Her fin­gers curled into claws as the 
sweet pain grew within her body. Her hips tensed in an­ti­cip­a­tion of the or­gas­mic bliss to 
come.

 Tony, rid­ing her from be­hind, could de­tect her subtle res­ist­ance and real­ized its
im­port. Eager to see the mar­vel of a fe­male in cli­max, he doubled his pace, slam­ming his 
cock into her fast and furi­ously. His buck­ing hips churned the hot tub into a froth­ing cup of
cap­puccino. Sally’s wet, na­ked body slid back and forth across the tiles, com­pletely bey­ond
her com­mand. She had all the fric­tion of a seal. Only her swollen tits, some­how gain­ing 
pur­chase on the hard ceramic sur­face, re­mained im­mob­ile.

 Sud­denly, Sally stiffened. Tony could feel her pussy tighten al­most pain­fully 
around his cock. This was her cli­max. She opened her eyes and screamed at the top of her 
lungs.

 “Oh­h­hhh, gaaaaawd!”

 In­vol­un­tar­ily, her cunt slammed back­ward down Tony’s dick. He grunted as if 
he’d been kicked in the balls, which is pretty close to what had happened. The blonde’s whole 
body squirmed and writhed fren­et­ic­ally on the end of his pole, like a worm on a hook. She 
was now fuck­ing him more than he was fuck­ing her, but there seemed to be no method to 
it. Her hips bucked back and forth vi­ol­ently, re­spond­ing to the wild elec­trical im­pulses 
that ori­gin­ated from her clit. Tony grabbed her neck from be­hind to gain some con­trol 
over her move­ments, be­cause she seemed to have lost it com­pletely.

 Slowly, the or­gas­mic storm passed. Her sav­age pel­vic move­ments lessened into 
mere twitches and then ceased al­to­gether. The strength seemed to melt out of her muscles. 
She sighed and lay flat on her stom­ach, breath­ing heav­ily.

 Tony let go of her neck and eased his cock out of her pussy. He would have liked to 
have cum while she was cum­ming, but it had not been his time. Rising out of the wa­ter, he 
sat down on the rim of the sauna and stroked Sally’s smooth but­tocks, which now shimmered
as much with sweat as with wa­ter.

 “Did you like that, doll?” Sally nod­ded, her eyes half-closed in ex­haus­tion. “Uh huh.”

 Tony’s hand wandered up to her face to brush back the hair that was plastered to it. 
He wanted to ad­mire her in­no­cent beauty without ob­struc­tion. His in­dex fin­ger traced 
her lips, so soft and full and red.

 “Do you think you can muster up some more en­ergy? I have a job for you.” Tony’s 
dick was still rock solid.

 “Just give me a minute to catch my breath, okay?” He chuckled. “Okay. Be­cause 
you’re gonna need your breath.” It ac­tu­ally took a total of ten minutes be­fore Sally was 
ready to suck his cock. Tony took some pride in how he had worn her out. But the lag time did
not de­flate him. Caress­ing Sally’s beau­ti­ful nude body with his eyes and hands had kept 
his dick hard.

 She slipped back­wards into the hot tub. Her big, beau­ti­ful boobs kept her 
buoy­ant in the wa­ter as she swam to­wards him. Grabbing his knees, she par­ted his hairy 
thighs and stared at his bloated or­gan. Tony could see an ex­pres­sion of hun­ger fill her 
eyes. Ex­haus­tion was for­got­ten as lust was reawakened. He grabbed his dick by the trunk 
and help­fully poin­ted it to­wards her mouth, which was already open and sal­iv­at­ing. She 
im­me­di­ately slipped her lips over his knob.

 “Ah!” he cried, stung by a sud­den jolt of elec­tri­city. The nerves on his knob were 
pain­fully sens­it­ive. His hips, mov­ing re­flex­ively, nearly jerked his cock out of her mouth. 
She wrapped her arms around his waist to keep that from hap­pen­ing. Then she began to 
inch her mouth down lower and lower.

 Tony squirmed. He had jacked off dur­ing Sally’s re­cu­per­a­tion period and now 
his cock was very tender and re­cept­ive to stim­u­la­tion. He grit­ted his teeth and clenched 
his fists as she swal­lowed more and more of him. Her lips, glossy with saliva, were barely wide
enough to en­com­pass his width. The tight fit en­thralled the nerves along his hard, hot 
shaft. His fin­ger­nails dug deep into the palms of his hands, but he hardly no­ticed the pain. 
All he could ex­per­i­ence now was pleas­ure. Fi­nally, after a long, tor­tu­ous jour­ney, her 
lips kissed his hairy base and he shuddered. His dick was now bur­ied en­tirely in her mouth. 
He could feel the knob bump­ing against the back of her throat, its rhythmic mo­tions 
promp­ted by the blood pump­ing in from his heart.

 “Oh, Je­sus,” he moaned. “My cock feels so good in there.”

 “Mmmmmmmmm,” was Sally’s only com­ment.

 She with­drew un­til only his dome was left in her mouth. Her warm, slip­pery 
tongue licked it, circ­ling around and around, then dived into his se­men hole, lap­ping up 
some of his pre-cum. She tried to stuff her en­tire tongue in there. Tony’s body jerked 
up­ward, un­able to handle the in­tense stim­u­la­tion. He grabbed hold of her up­per arms 
to keep him­self from fly­ing away from her. Her fin­gers tightened just as fiercely on his 
waist. She didn’t want to lose her tasty treat.

 Tony forced his body to re­lax and en­dure the pleas­ur­able pain. His hands moved
up to Sally’s head. His fin­gers played through her blonde curls, now half dry. Her hair was as 
soft and fine as corn-silk. He closed his eyes and listened to the mu­sic of Sally’s lips and 
tongue smack­ing on his hard, saliva-coated or­gan. It was louder than the bub­bling of the 
hot tub wa­ter. His hips began to move subtly back and forth, re­spond­ing to his deep, 
an­imal in­stincts. He craved re­lease from the erotic tor­ture that Sally gave him. Ap­ply­ing 
gentle pres­sure with his hands, he began to urge her mouth lower down his shaft.

 She did not res­ist. Once more she opened her mouth as wide as it could go to 
ac­cept him in.

 Tony’s cock slid past her teeth and down the soft ramp of her tongue. It met with 
vir­tu­ally no fric­tion. Sally’s mouth was like her pussy had been earlier-gush­ing lub­ric­ant. 
Tony closed his eyes and groaned as his head fi­nally lodged in the back of her throat. She 
had taken all of him in­side her. It felt so good it hurt.

 “Oh, baby,” he breathed. “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh, baby.” Sally grasped his balls in one 
hand and gave them a gentle squeeze. Tony shuddered and nearly came on the spot. By sheer
will­power he beat the phys­ical urge down. He wanted to en­joy the bliss­ful agony as long 
as he could.

 Tak­ing a deep breath through her nos­trils, Sally now began to pump him in 
earn­est. Her lips slid eas­ily over his taut, well-lub­ric­ated skin. Tony groaned and shook his 
head from side to side, un­able to be­lieve the pleas­ure he was re­ceiv­ing. He si­lently 
thanked God for giv­ing wo­men the abil­ity to per­form oral sex on men. He en­joyed oral 
sex above all other forms of fuck­ing. Sally did it bet­ter than most wo­men he had dated. At 
times, she seemed to en­joy it even more than him.

 “Mmmmmmmmmm,” she mur­mured, suck­ing on his meat.

 Tony felt his balls con­strict. Sud­denly, he was no longer able to hold his se­men 
in­side, nor did he want to.

 “I’m cum­ming!” he grunted. “I’m cum­ming!” Given warn­ing, Sally held her breath 
and gripped his waist more tightly, know­ing what to ex­pect. He jerked his cock up­wards 
into her mouth as hot, sticky jism ex­ploded out of it.

 “Ah­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh!” he cried.

 Hold­ing her head between his hands, he fucked her mouth sav­agely with his dick, 
un­able to con­trol him­self. His body was run­ning solely on in­stinct now. He thrust into her 
in­cred­ibly deep, shoot­ing his se­men down her throat. Re­mark­ably, Sally did not gag, but 
swal­lowed his emis­sions al­most as fast as they came. She was a spe­cial fe­male and Tony 
would not have tried this with any­one else.

 Even­tu­ally, the spasms which had taken con­trol of his body di­min­ished. His 
thrust­ing hips slowed to a stop, and he let his dick grow limp in Sally’s mouth. He took it out 
of her and lay back on the cool, wet tiles.

 “Oh, man!” he breathed. “Oh, man!”

 Sally was fi­nally able to draw in the air her lungs des­per­ately needed. After 
catch­ing her breath, she began to clean Tony’s dick with her tongue, lap­ping up the last 
residue of his gooey dis­charge.

 Tony hardly no­ticed what she was do­ing. His soar­ing mind was lost amid the 
clouds.

 “Craps out!”

 The voice jarred Tony’s mind back to the present. Sally had lost again! “Sorry, 
Pooky.” She had a stricken ex­pres­sion on her beau­ti­ful young face. Per­haps she feared she
would soon be on the way out.

 “That’s okay, darling,” he said, al­though he was be­gin­ning to think’Oth­er­wise.

 Then he had a sud­den in­spir­a­tion.

 “Let me place the bet this time, doll.” He placed four-thou­sand dol­lars on the 
Don’t Pass line. Other play­ers, catch­ing on, fol­lowed suit. Every­one was now bet­ting 
against Sally.

 She took up the dice and rolled a pass. Every­one, in­clud­ing Pooky, grumbled as 
their money was taken away. Sally shrugged help­lessly.

 “An­other shooter!” the box man called out. “We need an­other shooter!” I need 
an­other bimbo, Pooky thought to him­self sourly. One who is as hot at the table as she is in 
bed.

 Sud­denly, as if God had heard his pray­ers, his eyes spot­ted one. She was 
cross­ing the casino floor, head­ing for the buf­fet. She had a big bosom, shapely legs, and 
long brown hair, which swished from side to side as she walked. She was ab­so­lutely 
gor­geous. Her most ex­quis­ite fea­ture was her thighs, which she showed off be­neath the 
short hem of her body-hug­ging blue dress. In­cred­ibly, they were even bet­ter-look­ing 
than Sally’s thighs, which were quite ex­traordin­ary in them­selves. Only once be­fore in his 
life had he seen a wo­man with such ex­cit­ing thighs. Look­ing at them, Tony’s mouth 
sal­iv­ated and his dick sprang erect.

 There was no ques­tion about it. He had to have her! Yet, troub­lingly, there was a 
young man with the wo­man, his arm wrapped pos­sess­ively around her slim waist. After 
some thought Pooky dis­missed him, how­ever. He didn’t look as though he could af­ford 
such a good-look­ing wo­man. Pooky had long ex­per­i­ence buy­ing fe­males away from 
their boy­friends.

 But first, much as he liked her, he had to get rid of his cur­rent bimbo.


CHAPTER FIVE

 Drew pushed her plate away. “I’m stuffed,” she said.

 Nor­mally, she was a light eater, but whenever she went through a buf­fet line she 
felt as though she should grab everything in sight to get her money’s worth. She was amazed 
that she had been able to eat two full plates. But her belly was now so full it hurt.

 Brian had just star­ted his third plate. “You know,” he said, chew­ing a chicken leg, 
“if I do really well here, as I ex­pect I will, we might not need to go home. Fuck the rent. Fuck 
the util­it­ies. We can stay here. You can get a job, and I can play black­jack full-time.”

 Drew had to res­ist rolling her eyes. There he goes, dream­ing again! In ac­tu­al­ity, 
she knew that Brian was a good black­jack player. He came home a win­ner bet­ter than sixty 
per­cent of the time. Yet his dis­cip­line was lousy. If he star­ted los­ing-al­ways a 
pos­sib­il­ity with even the best card coun­ters, be­cause luck still played a role in the 
game-he would be­come des­per­ate. Rather than quit and take a break, which is what his 
books told him to do, he would throw good money after bad, in­creas­ing his bets in hopes of
re­coup­ing what he lost. It was a down­ward spiral which in­ev­it­ably led to him los­ing his 
en­tire bank­roll. Drew had watched that night­mare hap­pen three times over the last two 
years.

 “It gets hot out here dur­ing the sum­mer.” Brian swal­lowed his food. “Which is 
why these build­ings have such good air con­di­tion­ing.” He set down his stripped bone and 
began at­tack­ing his beans with a spoon. Drew watched him quietly for a mo­ment. She 
guessed now was as good a time as any to bring up what was on her mind.

 But how to go about it?

 “Brian?”

 “Hmmm?”

 “Do you like chil­dren?”

 He looked at her strangely. “Sure, I guess.”

 “Would you like to have them?”

 His eyes grew wide with alarm. “You’re not preg­nant, are you?”

 “No, no. I wouldn’t risk get­ting preg­nant by you. But I’d like to know if you’ve ever
thought about start­ing a fam­ily. Not with me, with an­other wo­man.” He smiled. “Don’t 
worry, Sis. I’m not gonna leave you.” Drew tried to hide her frus­tra­tion. “I guess what I’m 
try­ing to tell you is that I would like to have a fam­ily. I want kids, Brian. Lots of them.” Still he
re­fused to see what she was driv­ing at. “Well, I sup­pose you could go to one of those 
sperm banks. We could pick out a father to­gether. I’m par­tial to ath­letes, my­self. But let’s 
hold off on start­ing a fam­ily for a few years, okay? Things are kind of un­settled now.

 “And be­sides, it might ruin your fig­ure.” His eyes leered at her. Drew gave up. 
Per­haps it was the wrong time to sug­gest to him that they should start to look for other 
mates.

 After leav­ing the buf­fet res­taur­ant, she and Brian began hunt­ing for an empty 
black­jack table. Her brother pre­ferred to play head-to-head against the dealer. Other 
play­ers at the table ten­ded to com­plic­ate his card count­ing sys­tem. It was hard to count 
a par­tic­u­lar card if someone else hid it from you.

 Brian looked up and down the rows of black­jack tables. Most of them were closed 
down. It was a weeknight, after all. Play­ers were clustered around the few that were open. 
There was only one table that was com­pletely empty. Brian steered for it im­me­di­ately and 
sat down. Drew re­mained stand­ing be­hind him.

 The dealer, a short, dowdy wo­man of forty with a pleas­ant face, smiled at Brian.

 “How are you this even­ing, sir?” she asked.

 Drew thought she de­tec­ted a spark of at­trac­tion in the wo­man’s eyes, but her 
brother seemed not to no­tice.

 “Fine,” he said. He pushed a hun­dred dol­lar bill across the green felt. “Give me all 
red chips, please.”

 The dealer, whose name tag said her name was May­belle, gave him a strange look 
and then began to make change. Drew then no­ticed the sign on the table. She tapped her 
brother’s shoulder.

 “Brian, it’s a twenty-five dol­lar min­imum table,” she said.

 His eyes widened with sur­prise. “Shit! You’re right. I wasn’t pay­ing at­ten­tion.” The
dealer paused as he stood up and looked around, search­ing for an­other table. But none was
devoid of play­ers like this one. He sank back down onto his stool and took out four more Ben
Frank­lin’s, which he passed to the dealer. “You bet­ter make that all green chips, then.”

 As the dealer made change, Drew hissed in Brian’s ear. “What are you do­ing? You 
don’t have a big enough bank­roll to play at this table. You could lose it all quickly!”

 Brian smiled at her. “And I can win bundles of money just as quickly. Have a little 
con­fid­ence in me, Drew.”

 They al­ways called each other by their first names when out in pub­lic, rather than 
by “sis” and “bro.” They wanted every­one to think they were boy­friend and girl­friend and 
not brother and sis­ter.

 Drew sighed and shook her head. Already Brian was de­vi­at­ing from the strategy 
he had planned to use. Be­fore­hand, he had planned to play at only five dol­lar tables to 
pro­tect against long los­ing streaks.

 Brian placed a twenty-five dol­lar chip on the bet­ting circle. The dealer shuffled and
then handed him a plastic card, which he used to cut the deck.

 “Good luck,” the dealer said, and dealt the first hand.

 Brian groaned as he picked up his cards. He had been dealt a ten and a six for a 
total hand of six­teen. It was the worst hand you could be dealt in black­jack, a game where 
you tried to get as close as pos­sible to twenty-one without go­ing over. The rules made the 
dealer stand on sev­en­teen and up, and right now her up card was a ten. Brian didn’t know 
what her down card was, but the chances were ex­cel­lent that she had a pat hand.

 In any case, his strategy books told him that he must hit, and thereby risk go­ing 
bust. He needed a low card, and there were less of them in the deck than high cards right 
now.

 “Give me a five,” he said to the dealer without much hope.

 The dealer gave him a four. Brian brightened. Four wasn’t bad. It gave him a hand of
twenty, and only one other hand beat that. He slid his cards un­der his bet, in­dic­at­ing that 
he was stand­ing.

 May­belle turned over her down card. It was an ace, which meant she had a 
black­jack and she won.

 “Sorry,” she said to Brian as she col­lec­ted his green chip.

 Brian muttered some­thing to him­self and half-rose from the table. Drew could see
the fear and in­de­cision in his eyes. Her brother of­ten pro­jec­ted a con­fid­ent im­age of 
him­self, but that im­age was just a mask. She knew that Brian had some deep-rooted fears, 
per­haps re­lat­ing to the death of their mother. He did not want to be a loser like her. She 
al­most wished that Brian would stay at the table and battle those fears. It was more 
im­port­ant to her that he over­come his anxi­ety than hold on to their money.

 The dealer waited pa­tiently.

 Come on, Brian, she thought to him. Don’t lose your con­fid­ence. Battle that 
de­mon in­side you. You could be a win­ner if only you would try.

 Brian settled back into his chair. Drew re­leased the breath she did not know she 
had been hold­ing. He placed an­other green chip on the bet­ting square and the game 
re­sumed.

 He lost the next hand, and the hand after that, but he did not re­treat. In­stead, he 
in­creased his bet to fifty dol­lars. This in­dic­ated to Drew that Brian had de­term­ined there 
were more high cards in the deck now than low cards, which favored the player. The dealer 
dealt him two aces. She had a ten show­ing. Brain sucked in his breath nervously and then 
split the aces, lay­ing down an­other fifty dol­lars. He now had one-hun­dred dol­lars rid­ing, 
more than he had ever bet be­fore in his life. The dealer dealt one card to each ace, 
face-down. Brian left them there, afraid to peek. Their she turned over her card and he 
moaned. She had a jack un­der there to go with her queen-twenty. He feared that he was 
doomed. But then she turned over his cards and he saw that he had two twenty-ones.

 “All right!” Drew whispered to him, shak­ing his shoulders ex­citedly.

 His sigh of re­lief was aud­ible as he col­lec­ted his win­nings. He was now ahead by
a green chip.

 Through­out the next half-hour, Drew watched her brother battle it out against the 
dealer. It was back and forth all the way. Some­times Brian was ahead, some­times the dealer. 
Whether he was ahead or not, he was more re­laxed now, set­tling into the rhythm of the 
game. He was con­fid­ent that the slight per­cent­age he en­joyed over the house would 
make him a win­ner in the long haul. He re­fused the drinks that the cock­tail wait­resses 
offered him, pre­fer­ring to keep his mind clear for deal­ing with num­bers. His 
con­cen­tra­tion on the cards that danced be­fore his eyes was in­tense. Drew sensed that he 
was more in con­trol of him­self then he had ever been in their past vis­its to either Laugh­lin 
or Las Ve­gas.

 As the deck was be­ing shuffled for the next round of black­jack, a well-dressed 
man settled into the chair be­side Drew. Brian threw him an ir­rit­ated glance for dis­rupt­ing 
his solitude but did not leave the table. One ex­tra player would not hurt his game too much.

 The dealer, on the other hand, ac­know­ledged the new ar­rival by stand­ing 
straighter and smil­ing with nervous pleas­antry. “How are you do­ing, Mr. Pook?”

 He shrugged. “Fine, I guess.”

 “I thought craps was your game.”

 “Not today. That broad I’m go­ing with lost me a hun­dred grand.” A hun­dred 
grand! Drew’s mind reeled. “Sorry to hear that, sir.”

 “Don’t be. I got rid of her. Thought I’d try my luck at black­jack now.” As he said 
that, his eyes looked at Drew and freely roamed up and down her shapely fig­ure. She could 
al­most feel those eyes un­dress­ing her and caress­ing her skin. She shivered un­der their 
bold as­sess­ment and quickly looked away.

 The man laid down a bet of two-thou­sand dol­lars, all in Ben Frank­lins.

 “Money plays!” the dealer said out loud, and dealt to him des­pite the fact that the 
table’s max­imum bet was pos­ted at fif­teen hun­dred. He looked at his two cards briefly and
then threw them face up upon the table.

 Black­jack! Drew’s mind shouted.

 “Good for you, Mr. Pook,” the dealer said.

 Brian cursed softly to him­self as the man raked in thirty gor­geous black chips. He 
was ex­tremely en­vi­ous. That was the kind of money he one day hoped to play with.

 As he was stack­ing his chips, Mr. Pook turned to Drew and winked. “You must be 
giv­ing me luck,” he said. “Here, take this.”

 He held out a hun­dred-dol­lar chip to her and she ac­cep­ted it without think­ing.

 “Thanks,” Drew said.

 He smiled at her in more than just a friendly way. She felt Brian stiffen be­hind her.

 “Hit me,” her brother said to the dealer. May­belle gave him a bust card and he 
cursed.

 Play con­tin­ued. The well-dressed man won every hand that the dealer dealt him. 
Brian also did well, yet his win­nings looked paltry com­pared to the thou­sands that were 
amass­ing next lo him. Mr. Pook al­lowed his next three bets fol­low­ing the first to ride. In no
time at all he had six­teen thou­sand dol­lars sit­ting in the bet­ting circle. It was an 
in­cred­ible for­tune, yet he did not seem nervous in the least.

 Brian chose to skip the next deal and watch what en­sued. Though en­vi­ous of the 
well-dressed man, he was caught up in the ex­cite­ment of the mo­ment. The dealer dealt Mr. 
Pook two cards, face down, but he did not touch them. In­stead, he turned to Drew.

 “I’m a bit fear­ful,” he said. “Can you turn over my cards for me?” To Drew he did not
seem fear­ful at all. “Uh, sure.” She turned over the cards and then gasped. So did Brian and 
the dealer. Black­jack! “I don’t be­lieve it,” May­belle said, shak­ing her head. “I just don’t 
be­lieve it. Twenty-four thou­sand dol­lars on one hand.” She called to her boss for more 
chips.

 As his win­nings were be­ing coun­ted out and piled up in front of him, Mr. Pook 
looked at Drew. “It’s pos­it­ively or­gas­mic to win when you have so much money rid­ing,” he
said.

 “Yes,” Drew whispered. This time she could not help but re­turn his gaze. She was 
cap­tiv­ated by his eyes. Though black in­stead of brown, they were much like Brian’s.

 Her brother caught the si­lent ex­change between them and was not amused. He 
stood up and grabbed her arm. “Come on, Drew, we’re leav­ing.”

 She was startled by his ab­rupt de­cision. “What? But why? You’re do­ing so good.”

 “It’s time to take a break.”

 He led her to­wards the exit, grip­ping her tightly. She looked back and saw the 
man watch­ing her leave.

 His eyes were hungry for her. In­vol­un­tar­ily, she felt her loins quiver in sexual 
ex­cite­ment.

 Once out­side, on the river walk near the boat dock, Brian turned her around to face
him.

 “Why were you flirt­ing with that man.”

 “I wasn’t flirt­ing with him.”

 “You were too!”

 “We hardly ex­changed more than a word.”

 “You weren’t flirt­ing with your lips, you were flirt­ing with your eyes.” Drew 
de­cided that he was prob­ably right and ab­ruptly switched tac­tics. “So what if I was?” That 
threw him off. “Well, knock it off. I’m your lover, not him.”

 “You’re my brother, and what we’re do­ing is wrong.”

 “Huh! You seem to en­joy it.”

 “I can’t help the way my body re­sponds. But I have a bio­lo­gical clock that’s 
be­gun tick­ing, Brian. I told you earlier about how I want chil­dren. It’s a wo­man’s pri­or­ity 
in life. I guess you didn’t un­der­stand what I was driv­ing at. What I’m try­ing to tell you is 
that I want to start look­ing for my lifelong part­ner, the one I’ll raise chil­dren with. You can’t 
be that part­ner.”

 “Are you ser­i­ous?”

 “Yes. I’m ser­i­ous.”

 Brian turned away and di­ges­ted that in si­lence. Drew could tell that he was hurt 
and wanted to soften the blow she had given him. She had never meant to spring all this on 
him so sud­denly.

 “I do love you, Brian.”

 “Thanks,” he said. It was a strange an­swer but it was sin­cere.

 Drew de­cided on a last minute com­prom­ise. “It doesn’t mean we have to stop 
hav­ing sex. It just means I want a looser re­la­tion­ship. I think we could both be­ne­fit by 
hav­ing other part­ners.”

 He shrugged. “If you say so.”

 Drew was frus­trated by his with­drawal. It wasn’t sup­posed to have gone like this. 
Brian was sup­posed to have been far more un­der­stand­ing. She knew she must have cut 
him deeply for him to re­spond so. She al­most gave up and said to hell with him, let him deal
with the con­sequences of his reti­cence, but just then a ray of hope cut through the 
dark­ness. Look­ing past his shoulder, she spot­ted a pretty, raven-haired cock­tail wait­ress 
on her ci­gar­ette break. She leaned against the guard rail in a pro­voc­at­ive pose as she 
smoked, look­ing back their way. She was shorter than Drew, with a flat­ter chest and girl­ishly
thin legs, but her sen­su­ous face and dark, flash­ing eyes were full of frank in­terest. She 
might just be the con­sol­a­tion prize that Brian needed.

 “Hey, look,” Drew said, “I think that cock­tail wait­ress down there is check­ing you 
out.”

 Her brother could not help but turn and look. “Really? You think she might be 
in­ter­ested in me?”

 Drew smiled, de­tect­ing a subtle im­prove­ment in his spir­its. “Of course. She’s 
look­ing at you, isn’t she?”

 “Well.. .that doesn’t mean any­thing.”

 “Brian, don’t be a dork. You just don’t know how at­tract­ive wo­men find you.”

 “So what should I do?”

 Drew blew a jet of air up through her bangs in a ges­ture of vex­a­tion. “That’s 
ob­vi­ous. Go down there and pick her up.”

 He hes­it­ated. She gave him a little shove. “Go on! Go on! Don’t be shy. You have 
to start search­ing for your lifelong part­ner some­time, be­cause once I find mine, you’ll be 
on your own as far as sex is con­cerned.

 That mo­tiv­ated him. With some nervous re­luct­ance, he shuffled down to the 
cock­tail wait­ress and began talk­ing to her. Drew watched from a dis­tance as they bantered
back and forth. As the minutes passed, their smiles grew wider and their laughter grew louder.
Then, ab­ruptly, Brian made his move. He reached out to take her by the waist, but she 
pushed him back and wagged a fin­ger in his face. He frowned, put off by this, but then she 
said some­thing which made him laugh and slap his thigh. He looked back at Drew and 
winked. Then he took out his note­book and began writ­ing some­thing down as the cock­tail
wait­ress talked.

 A minute later, he re­turned to Drew, alone. He had a huge smile on his face.

 “Well?” Drew asked.

 “Well what?”

 “Are you hav­ing sex with her?”

 “No.”

 “No?”

 “She wasn’t in­ter­ested in me.”

 “But I saw you write some­thing down in your note­book. I thought it was her 
phone num­ber and ad­dress.”

 “It was.”

 Now Drew was really be­com­ing con­fused. “Why would she give you her phone 
num­ber and ad­dress if she wasn’t in­ter­ested in you?”

 “Be­cause she was in­ter­ested in someone else.”

 “Who?”

 “You.”

 “Me!”

 “Yes, you. She was eye­ing you from over there, not me.”

 “Really?”

 “Yes, really. She’s butch, Drew.”

 “Oh.” She was si­lent for a long mo­ment, think­ing over the im­port of that. Then 
some­thing oc­curred to her which made her sud­denly ap­pre­hens­ive. “So why did you 
take down her phone num­ber and ad­dress?”

 He smirked. “Be­cause after she gets off work in an hour, me and you are gonna go 
down to her apart­ment. I’m gonna watch you have sex with her.”


CHAPTER SIX

 “No, no, no! I don’t want to have sex with a wo­man!”

 “Aw, come on, Sis, it’ll be fun. You were the one who said we should look for other 
part­ners.”

 “This isn’t what I had in mind.”

 Brian was try­ing to push Drew up a flight of out­door stairs. She res­isted by 
dig­ging her heels into the steps and hold­ing onto the iron rail­ing. At the top of the stairs 
was the cock­tail wait­ress’ apart­ment.

 “If you don’t want to do it for your­self, then do it for me,” Brian said. “I’ve al­ways 
wanted to see my Sis­ter get­ting fucked by an­other wo­man.”

 But Drew was not per­suaded by that ar­gu­ment. “Well, I’ve al­ways wanted to see 
my brother get­ting fucked by an­other man. Are you will­ing to do that for me?”

 Brian thought about it for a mo­ment. “We’ll talk about that after you fuck this 
wo­man.”

 “Oh, no! I’m not fall­ing for that trick-hey!” Ab­ruptly, Brian picked her up and 
car­ried her up the stairs. He set her down on her feet in front of the wo­man’s door and rang 
the bell. She tried to get away, but he grabbed her around the waist and held on tight.

 “Brian, I don’t want to do this. I don’t feel any at­trac­tion to wo­men.” He knew 
how to over­come her res­ist­ance to his wishes, how­ever. He thrust his hand down her 
panties and into her cunt. He began mas­sa­ging her clit.

 “Aw, come on, Sis,” he whispered in her ear, and felt her shud­der. “Try it just this 
once, for me. I want to see you na­ked in the arms of an­other wo­man. I want to see your tits 
pressed to­gether with hers. I want to see her lick­ing your pussy and get­ting your juice all 
over her face. Do it for me, Sis. Who knows, you might like it.”

 His voice in her ear sent warm chills down her spine. Her hips squirmed in re­sponse
to his erotic mas­sage. She felt her panties get­ting wet with arousal. Her breath­ing 
deepened and her skin flushed red as her body tem­per­at­ure rose. His hand felt so good in 
her cunt. She moaned, un­able to help her­self.

 “Are you go­ing to try it?” he asked her after a mo­ment.

 “Yes,” she whispered. At that mo­ment it was the only word in her vocab­u­lary.

 The door opened. The cock­tail wait­ress stood there, only she was no longer 
dressed in her uni­form. She was dressed in a pink, see-through teddy. Drew’s heart star­ted 
to pal­pit­ate as she saw her erect nipples-star­ing back at her through the flimsy fab­ric.

 “Well, hello there,” she said to Drew, her eyes roam­ing up and down her body. “I’m 
Beverly.”

 “Hi,” Drew said. She was quite nervous.

 “My, my, what a pretty thing you are. Very, very pretty. Such nice legs and tits. I’d be 
jeal­ous if I wasn’t so at­trac­ted to you. Have you ever made love to an­other wo­man 
be­fore?”

 “No.”

 “A vir­gin! How nice.”

 She leaned for­ward and kissed Drew on the mouth. One fin­ger snaked up her skirt
to pen­et­rate her va­gina. (Brian’s hand had already left it.) Drew’s first in­stinct was to 
re­coil, but Brian kept her still, his arms and hands firm around her waist. Beverly’s tongue 
wormed its way into Drew’s mouth, found and en­twined with its com­pan­ion. Drew shivered,
un­able to stop her­self from be­com­ing aroused. A warm, re­laxed feel­ing spread 
through­out her body. After a while, she de­cided she did not mind the kiss, or the fin­ger 
strok­ing her clit. Ab­ruptly, with a sigh that car­ried away all her ten­sions, she melted to the 
other wo­man’s pas­sion, and leaned her body in to­wards hers.

 Beverly kept kiss­ing and fin­ger-fuck­ing Drew un­til she sensed a com­plete 
break­down in her in­hib­i­tions. Then she broke both con­tacts and took pos­ses­sion of her 
waist from Brian.

 “I’ll take her from here,” she said to him.

 “Re­mem­ber, I want to watch.”

 “Very well,” she said, not en­thused.

 Beverly led Drew into her bed­room, which was dec­or­ated with scores of Play­boy 
pinups. Drew walked in a dream-like state, un­res­ist­ing, her body shak­ing from head to 
foot. Beverly gently sat her down on the rim of her bed, which was covered with soft an­imal 
furs. Then she turned to Brian, who had brought up the rear.

 “You may sit there,” she said, point­ing at a chair that looked like it had been just 
re­cently dragged in from the kit­chen. Be­side it was a small table with sev­eral bottles of 
hard li­quor on it. “You may drink as much of the booze as you like.”

 Brian nod­ded and sat down. He im­me­di­ately poured him­self a shot of whisky. 
As his eyes re­mained riv­eted to the two fe­males, he tipped back his head and swal­lowed, 
grim­acing as the fiery li­quid burned his throat.

 Beverly turned back to Drew and stared down at her. Her hand came up to caress 
her cheek.

 “You are so beau­ti­ful,” she whispered. “So, so beau­ti­ful.” Drew re­turned her 
pas­sion­ate gaze with both fear and long­ing in her eyes. Her trem­bling in­creased.

 Ab­ruptly, Beverly pushed her back on the bed.

 She hiked up Drew’s blue dress and then jerked her panties down and off.

 Brian whistled as her wet pussy was re­vealed.

 “Man, Sis, you are gush­ing! Don’t you dare tell me you’re not go­ing to like this.”

 Beverly gave him an ir­rit­ated glance be­fore re­turn­ing her at­ten­tion back to 
Drew. Her hand came down on one per­fectly-sculp­ted thigh and began strok­ing it.

 “You have got the most gor­geous thighs I have ever seen on a wo­man,” she said. 
“They’re such a de­light to feel as well.”

 “Thanks,” Drew said.

 Then she closed her eyes and moaned in re­sponse to the other wo­man’s touch. 
On each of her up­ward strokes, Beverly’s hand came closer and closer to her pussy. She felt 
an in­cred­ible yearn­ing build­ing up down there. The cock­tail wait­ress def­in­itely knew 
how to turn her on, and this sur­prised Drew. She would have thought that her body would 
have been re­pulsed by an­other fe­male.

 Her hips began to rock back and forth, and more juice leaked out of her pussy.

 “My, my, you’re really en­joy­ing this, aren’t you?”

 “Yes,” Drew whispered, breath­ing heav­ily.

 Without fur­ther pre­amble, Beverly licked two fin­gers and thrust them into Drew’s 
pussy. Drew gasped and stiffened. Re­flex­ively, her thighs came to­gether and trapped 
Beverly’s hand in­side her. But her startled re­ac­tion to the in­tru­sion soon passed, re­placed
by sooth­ing pleas­ure. She re­laxed her body and let the other wo­man stroke her clit. 
Beverly’s fin­gers were small and dex­ter­ous. They played sweet mu­sic on Drew’s or­gan, 
mak­ing her buck and squirm and sweat. Warm, de­li­cious elec­tri­city spread through­out 
her body. She moaned. “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh.”

 “Take off your dress,” Beverly ordered. “Let me see those lus­cious tits of yours.”

 Drew did as she was told. The dress fluttered to the floor be­side the bed. She was 
now com­pletely na­ked ex­cept for her high heels. Beverly’s eyes en­fol­ded Drew’s 
spec­tac­u­lar orbs, which were so much lar­ger than her own. Her mouth sal­iv­ated as much
as the pussy she was fuck­ing with her fin­ger.

 “Play with them.”

 Drew’s hands came up and cupped her breasts. She mashed the two tightly 
to­gether, then began to knead the soft, pli­ant flesh. Her tits seemed to grow lar­ger and 
firmer as her arousal heightened. She gripped her nipples between the thumb and in­dex 
fin­ger of each hand and gave them a little tweak. They quickly be­came as erect as her clit.

 “Lick your nipples,” Beverly said. “I know you can reach them.” Drew brought one 
breast up to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out and slithered around and around the hard, 
pink peak, de­pos­it­ing abund­ant amounts of foamy saliva. Once it was thor­oughly washed,
she bit down on it with her lips and teeth and sucked it into her. Mouth. She tried to pump up
the nonex­ist­ent milk that was in­side her tit, and wondered what it would taste like if it were 
there.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh, baby,” Beverly moaned, watch­ing her.

 Drew’s ac­tions made the cock­tail wait­ress’ heart pal­pit­ate and her cunt quiver in
de­sire. She longed to feel that warm nipple in­side her own mouth. Then she re­membered 
that one was still avail­able. Grabbing Drew’s other breast with her free hand, she dived in for 
a feast. Her wet suck­ing sounds soon com­peted with Drew’s.

 Brian scooted his chair over an­other inch so that he could get a bet­ter view of the 
un­fold­ing ac­tion. His dick was erect and he was shak­ing in ex­cite­ment. Man, he wished 
he had a video cam­era! He drained an­other glass, not mind­ing the whisky’s taste half as 
much the second time around.

 Beverly de­cided she wanted to feel Drew’s soft skin dir­ectly against her own. While
not let­ting go of the de­li­cious nipple in­side her mouth, she used her free hand to slip out 
of her teddy, push­ing it down her short, skinny legs and kick­ing it off. Her nipples, about half
the size of Drew’s, were hard, red bul­lets of flesh. She pressed them into Drew’s belly as she 
feasted like an in­fant.

 “Mmmmmmmmmm,” she mur­mured.

 Beverly en­joyed suck­ing on wo­men’s tits. To her it was the most erotic thing in 
the world. Un-like cocks, breasts were spe­cific­ally de­signed to be sucked on. A nipple 
mol­ded it­self nat­ur­ally to a mouth, and Drew’s were cer­tainly no ex­cep­tion. She had 
such per­fect tits, Beverly thought. Not too big and yet def­in­itely not too small. Per­fect tits 
to go with per­fect thighs. Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. What more could a wo­man ask for in 
an­other wo­man?

 Drew was in a heaven of her own. Beverly’s del­ic­ate mas­sage of her clit was 
hav­ing its in­ten­ded ef­fect on her. Her hips squirmed around as if they had a mind of their 
own. Her breath­ing grew deeper and more strained as the tingling in her clit in­creased. The 
cock­tail wait­ress’ fin­ger­tip was mer­ci­less in its at­tempts to tickle her. It twirled around 
and around her clit, caus­ing it to twitch and quiver. Drew re­leased the nipple in her mouth 
and gasped as a shud­der rocked her en­tire body. She was close to the edge of or­gas­mic 
bliss.

 Beverly could sense that. Her mouth began to travel south­ward. Drew 
an­ti­cip­ated its des­tin­a­tion and spread her thighs a little more. Beverly’s lips, kiss­ing and 
lick­ing along the way, crossed Drew’s stom­ach and sur­moun­ted her furry mound. She 
paused there to in­hale her sweet, fem­in­ine musk. She found it in­tox­ic­at­ing. Then she 
re­moved her fin­ger from Drew’s clit and re­placed it with her tongue. She gave it sev­eral 
wet licks and then her lips clamped down upon it tightly. Drew, in­tensely stim­u­lated, arched
her back and slammed her cunt into her face. “Ah!” she cried.

 Brian, in his chair across the room, was sweat­ing. This was bet­ter than watch­ing a 
porno tape! His hand reached down into his pants to stroke his hard on. He had already had 
six shots of whisky and his head was swim­ming. With his other hand he downed more of the 
stuff. He ig­nored the glass com­pletely in fa­vor of drink­ing straight from the bottle.

 Beverly let go of Drew’s clit, not want­ing her to cum too soon. In­stead, her lips 
widened to en­com­pass Drew’s en­tire cunt. Her tongue dived in to lap up some of the tasty 
nec­tar which gushed out, swal­low­ing it as fast as it came. Drew, moan­ing, rocked her hips 
back and forth, fuck­ing that pro­vok­ing tongue in­side her. She wanted it to go deeper. 
Beverly com­plied as best she could, but the truth was she had a small tongue.

 Drew could now no longer stand the linger­ing tor­ture. Her cunt and body craved 
im­me­di­ate re­lief. Her hand came down to stroke her clit as Beverly’s tongue flicked in and 
out of her. Already on the threshold of or­gasm, it didn’t take much more stim­u­la­tion to 
send her over the edge. Sud­denly, the tingling in her clit turned into a sweet, blis­ter­ing 
pain. Here was the mo­ment she had longed for. Her body jack­knifed and she screamed as 
her cli­max struck, swift as a co­bra. “Aaaaaaaah!”

 Beverly held on tightly as Drew’s body began to flop around on the bed. Drew no 
longer had con­trol over her­self. Her mind was else­where, un­able to of­fer dir­ec­tion. The 
or­gasm was one of the most in­tense she had ever ex­per­i­enced. It coursed through her 
body in wave after throb­bing wave of pleas­ure. She rolled with the ex­quis­ite pain of it. If 
this wasn’t nir­vana, she thought, noth­ing was.

 If only it could last forever!

 Brian watched his two sis­ters be­ing eaten into this frenzy of ec­stasy by what 
ap­peared to be two cock­tail wait­resses. “’Wild, man! Wild!” he said to him­self. Then his 
eyes rolled up into his skull and he fell off his seat.

 Some­how, Beverly man­aged to keep her mouth at­tached to Drew’s cunt as her 
hips bucked all over the place. Drew was juicing at a furi­ous rate. Beverly cap­tured each hot 
spurt with her tongue, but there was too much of the stuff to swal­low it all. Her mouth was 
filled to over­flow­ing. Much of Drew’s juice es­caped out of the sides of her mouth or 
dribbled down her chin. But she didn’t care. The de­li­cious fluid that she did cap­ture was 
sat­is­fy­ing enough. She loved eat­ing an­other wo­man out, par­tic­u­larly one as 
beau­ti­ful and tasty as Drew.

 Drew’s mind slowly des­cen­ded from the clouds to take back the reins of her body. 
Her er­ratic move­ments lessened as the storm of sen­sa­tions passed. Sigh­ing, Drew lay 
back in ut­ter ex­haus­tion, drenched from head to foot in sweat.

 “Oh, man!” she breathed. “Oh, man!”

 Beverly gave Drew’s still twitch­ing pussy one fi­nal lick, then sucked her tongue 
back into her mouth with a loud smack of the lips.

 “Did you like that, sweetie?” she asked.

 Drew was shaken to the very core. “Oh, man, that was the most won­der­ful cum I 
ever had!” Then she re­membered that her brother was watch­ing. “I hope you’re sat­is­fied 
now, Brian. Brian?”

 When Brian did not re­spond, she sat up and looked at him. He was no longer on 
the chair but on the floor. His eyes were closed and he was snor­ing softly. The empty bottle 
of whisky lay in front of his face.

 “Brian?”

 “He’s sleep­ing, cu­tie,” Beverly said.

 Drew sank back. “That’s odd. I could have sworn he wanted to see this thing 
through un­til the end.”

 Beverly smirked. “Well, it’s not like he had much of a choice.”

 “What do you mean?”

 “I hope you don’t mind, but I put a little some­thing in his drink. A sed­at­ive. I really
can’t abide a man watch­ing me have sex.”

 Drew was troubled by this only for a mo­ment.

 “Serves him right for for­cing me to do this with you,” she said.

 “Yeah, serves him right.”

 Beverly bent down to of­fer Drew a kiss. She ac­cep­ted it eagerly, and soon the two
of them were mak­ing love again.


CHAPTER SEVEN

 Brian awoke groan­ing and hold­ing his head. He had the worst head­ache of his 
en­tire life.

 “Jeez, one lousy bottle of whis­key shouldn’t have done this to me.” He looked 
around blear­ily and saw that he was in his own bed back at the hotel. The last clear memory 
he had was of the cock­tail wait­ress suck­ing the hell out of his sis­ter. Then he had 
in­ex­plic­ably dozed off. He had no clear idea what had happened between then and now.

 “How did I get back here?” he wondered out loud.

 Drew answered him, though he hadn’t really dir­ec­ted the ques­tion to her. “I 
car­ried you up here, with the help of a few strong bell boys.”

 Brian looked over at Drew, who sat yawn­ing and stretch­ing on the edge of her 
bed. She was com­pletely na­ked.

 “I guess I fell asleep to­wards the end, huh? How did it go with Beverly?”

 “It went very well, thank you,” Drew said. “I think I like hav­ing sex with wo­men.”

 “Good. I’d like to watch you do it again.” Drew offered no re­sponse to that. She 
stood up and went to her suit­case. Brian eyed her suc­cu­lent pussy with awaken­ing lust as 
she bent over to sort through her clothes. She picked out a match­ing black mini-skirt and top
and put them on. Then she came back to the bed and stepped into her high heels.

 “You’re not go­ing to wear un­der­wear?” Brian asked.

 “No. They might get wet.”

 Brian laughed. “That’s very prac­tical think­ing.” Then he grabbed Drew around the 
waist and threw her across his lap.

 “Hey!” she pro­tested.

 He smothered her protest with his lips. As he kissed her, he snaked two fin­gers into
her va­gina, wig­gling her clit with his thumb. He en­joyed her this way for all of two seconds 
be­fore he felt his side be­ing pain­fully pinched.

 “Ow!” he yelped. “That hurt!”

 Drew squirmed out of his arms and stood up. “Good. Don’t try that again.” Brian 
stared at her, puzzled. “Why not?”

 “Be­cause I’m a les­bian now,” she replied. “I don’t like men any­more.” Brian stared 
back at her slack-jawed.

 “You’re kid­ding me, aren’t you?”

 “No,” Drew answered, but of course she was. She tried very hard not to laugh at the 
look he gave her. Drew had thought very hard this morn­ing for a way to get back at her 
brother for mak­ing her have sex with an­other wo­man. This is what she had come up with, 
pre­tend­ing to have gone totally butch. She didn’t know how long she in­ten­ded to carry 
her joke, but she in­ten­ded to en­joy it to the fullest.

 Brian searched his groggy brain for some­thing to say. “But, Sis, I need to have sex. I
can’t live without it.”

 “Well, then, you’ll just have to find an­other wo­man to pleas­ure you. But I get first 
crack at all the pretty ones.”

 She grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

 “Hey, wait! Where are you go­ing?”

 “I’m go­ing down to the casino to gamble. You needn’t come along.” She went out 
and closed the door be­hind her. A feel­ing of doom des­cen­ded upon Brian.

 “Oh, man,” he groaned. “Why does this shit al­ways have to hap­pen to me?” He fell 
back on the bed and cradled his aching head in his hands.

 Drew wandered over to the Yel­low Rose rather than re­main at the Wa­terville. All 
jok­ing aside, she thought it really would be good to put some space between her and Brian, 
at least for the time be­ing.

 Drew’s fa­vor­ite game was video poker. She was as good at it as Brian was at 
black­jack. She found a ma­chine at one of the bars and sat down. The bar­tender, a young 
man in his twen­ties, hastened over to his sexy new cus­tomer.

 “Can I get you a drink, ma’am?”

 “Yes,” she said, try­ing a smile on him. He was really hand­some. “A Pina Col­ada 
please.”

 Re­luct­antly, the bar­tender re­moved his eyes from Drew’s body to go and fix the 
drink.

 Drew began pop­ping quar­ters into her ma­chine. When the bar­tender brought 
her her drink, she sipped from it as she played. He flir­ted with her for a little while, and she 
flir­ted back, but then he was called away by an­other cus­tomer. Drew thought it just as well. 
Des­pite the fact that he was young and hand­some, for some reason the bar­tender just 
didn’t ap­peal to her sexu­ally.

 Drew played for about ten minutes without be­ing bothered. Then she heard 
someone blow­ing their nose. She looked and saw a young blonde sit­ting alone about five 
stools down from her. She was quite sexy, yet her body pos­ture in­dic­ated she was up­set 
about some­thing. She wore dark sunglasses to hide her tears. Con­cerned, Drew went over 
and sat be­side her.

 “What’s the mat­ter, darling?” she asked.

 “I’m not beau­ti­ful any­more,” the blonde said, sniff­ling.

 Drew found that hard to be­lieve. The young fe­male had long, shapely legs and 
big, de­lect­able tits-as big as Drew’s own. Her an­gelic face, framed by a mop top of curls, 
brought out the mother in Drew.

 “Why do you say that?” she asked.

 “Be­cause my boy­friend dumped me. I’ve never had a boy­friend dump me be­fore.
I’ve al­ways been the one to call off a re­la­tion­ship. Yet he dumped me. I must be get­ting 
old and ugly.”

 The blonde began to sob. Drew put an arm around her shoulder and a hand on her 
leg. She stroked the young wo­man’s thigh sooth­ingly.

 “You’re not ugly,” she said. “I think you’re gor­geous.” The blonde looked up at her 
with some hope. “You do?”

 “Yes. A man would be crazy to break up with you be­cause of your looks. Per­haps 
he had a dif­fer­ent reason.” The blonde laughed a little. “Well, he did say I was un­lucky for 
him.”

 “Un­lucky?”

 “Yes. I lost a little bit of his money at the craps tables.”

 “How little?”

 “About a hun­dred grand, he says.”

 “A hun­dred grand!” Drew gasped. Then she real­ized that she must be the 
girl­friend of that man at the black­jack table last night.

 “Yes, but he’s a mil­lion­aire. Any­way, I shouldn’t com­plain. He was nice enough 
when we were to­gether. He gave me some money and a plane ticket home, but I don’t leave 
un­til to­mor­row. I feel so alone here all by my­self. Ah­h­h­h­hhh, that feels so good.”

 Drew real­ized that her hand was un­con­sciously tak­ing liber­ties with the 
blonde’s thigh. It liked what it touched. The young wo­man’s skin was as soft as silk. Drew’s 
eyes wandered up and down her pair of stun­ning legs, na­ked along their en­tire length. The 
blonde was wear­ing a dress so short her lace panties were just vis­ible.

 The warmth of the blonde’s body so close to hers mag­net­ized Drew’s senses, 
giv­ing her thoughts of car­nal pleas­ures. She leaned in close to the other wo­man, brush­ing
her tits against her bare arm, and spoke softly in her ear.

 “What’s your name, darling?”

 “Sally,” she breathed. The girl seemed frozen by her voice.

 “Sally, do you have a room?”

 She nod­ded. “Yes, Pooky put me up in this hotel.” Drew con­tin­ued to stroke 
Sally’s thigh. She felt her shiver. Her skin seemed to get warmer and warmer by the mo­ment, 
un­til it was al­most blis­ter­ing hot. Drew wondered if she was re­spond­ing to her touch the 
same way she had re­spon­ded to Beverly’s touch last night. She de­cided to test her the­ory. 
Her hand moved higher up Sally’s thigh, knead­ing her flesh, com­ing less than an inch from 
the other wo­man’s cunt.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh.” Sally moaned.

 “Do you like be­ing touched by an­other wo­man?” The other girl nod­ded. Drew 
moved her hand up the fi­nal inch and poked her pussy with one fin­ger. Sally’s body jerked 
up­wards out of pure re­flex. Then she settled down to Drew’s del­ic­ate but in­sist­ent 
mas­sage.

 “Have you ever made love to an­other wo­man be­fore?” Drew asked.

 Sally nod­ded her head again. “I have a les­bian cousin.” Her breath­ing was 
be­com­ing more and more ragged.

 “Would you like to make love with me?”

 “Yes,” the blonde whispered.

 “Then lead me to your room.”

 Drew helped the young blonde stand up, yet she found that her legs were just as 
shaky as Sally’s.


CHAPTER EIGHT

 Once in Sally’s room, Drew lif­ted off her part­ner’s dress, pushed her back on the 
bed, and re­moved her panties and high heels. Sally was now com­pletely na­ked. Drew’s eyes
swam up and down her vo­lup­tu­ous fig­ure.

 “You’re gor­geous,” she said.

 “You too. What’s your name?”

 “Drew.”

 “Fuck me, Drew.”

 With a sparkle in her eyes, Drew climbed onto the bed with her. She pressed her 
face close to Sally’s blonde muff and gave it a sniff. Lik­ing what she smelled, she par­ted her 
cunt lips with her fin­gers and gave her clit a long, teas­ing lick.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh,” Sally moaned.

 Drew con­tin­ued to lick her clit. It grew more and more ri­gid by the mo­ment. 
Drew’s tongue danced around the quiv­er­ing nub, nuzz­ling and caress­ing it, lub­ric­at­ing 
it with her bub­bly saliva. The stim­u­la­tion caused Sally’s hips to buck and gyr­ate, as if they 
sought to es­cape Drew’s pro­vok­ing tongue, but al­ways, at the last mo­ment, de­cided to 
come back for more of the de­li­cious tor­ture. Drew grasped her honey-colored thighs and 
tried to hold her down. She could tell she was driv­ing the other wo­man wild.

 “Oh, Drew, don’t stop. Don’t you ever stop. Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh.”

 “Mmmmmm,” Drew mur­mured in re­as­sur­ance.

 After a few minutes, Sally’s breath­ing grew more and more strained as Drew’s 
tongue delved into her. Her pre-or­gas­mic ache was build­ing. Spasms rocked her body 
every time Drew touched a par­tic­u­larly sens­it­ive spot, and her thighs would come 
to­gether re­flex­ively, squeez­ing her tor­mentor’s head. Then they would re­lax and fall back
again, wait­ing un­til the next spasm came to be­gin the pro­cess again.

 Need­ing some­thing to touch, she grabbed Drew’s hair and ran her fin­gers 
through it. It was so long that it could reach up to her chin, so that is where she brought it. 
She scooped up Drew’s lus­trous brown silk and laid it across her heav­ing breasts and belly, 
cov­er­ing them al­most com­pletely. She stroked Drew’s soft hair up and down, pleased by 
its warmth and tex­ture. Only her hard nipples poked through the long, thick strands, 
ex­pos­ing them­selves to the cool air. Every time she touched them with her hands she 
shuddered.

 She was very close to cli­max­ing.

 “Oh, God, Drew, I don’t know how much more of this I can take!” By the vi­bra­tions 
of Sally’s clit, now swollen to truly gi­gantic pro­por­tions, Drew could tell how close to 
cum­ming she was, and re­spon­ded by lick­ing her harder and faster. Tor­men­ted with 
ex­quis­ite pain, Sally squirmed all over the place, and it be­came dif­fi­cult for Drew to hold 
her down. Fi­nally, sens­ing the mo­ment ripe, she bit down on her part­ner’s clit with her lips 
and shot two fin­gers deep into her cunt. This im­me­di­ately sent the blonde plunging over 
the cliff.

 “Ah­h­h­h­h­h­hhh!” she screamed, and began buck­ing out of con­trol.

 Drew had no trouble hold­ing on, be­cause Sally grabbed the back of her head and 
pressed her face right into her pussy as she came. She humped Drew’s mouth frantic­ally, 
whip­ping her clit in and out of it as if it were a small cock, rid­ing along the soft, slip­pery 
cush­ion of her tongue. Drew swal­lowed spurt after spurt of va­ginal juice, nearly drown­ing 
in the stuff. Un­able to get away-Sally was taller and a good deal stronger-Drew sur­rendered 
her body to be­ing ma­nip­u­lated. She held her breath and rode Sally’s or­gas­mic storm 
un­til the end.

 When she was fin­ished, Sally rolled over onto her side and lay there pant­ing. Drew
sucked air into her lungs as well.

 “You really know how to cum, don’t you, Sally?” Drew gasped.

 “That was the most in­cred­ible tongue job I ever had.”

 “Are you will­ing to re­turn the fa­vor?”

 “Give me a mo­ment, okay? You lit­er­ally took my breath away.”

 “Okay, but only a mo­ment.”

 While her part­ner re­cu­per­ated, Drew amused her­self with dip­ping her fin­ger 
in Sally’s drip­ping snatch and paint­ing happy faces in clear fluid on both of their bod­ies. 
The blonde shuddered each time she did this, still very sens­it­ive down there. After a few 
minutes of this, Sally turned around. Her breath­ing was nor­mal and lust had re­kindled in 
her eyes.

 “Let me see that pussy of yours.”

 Drew, sit­ting back on her legs, par­ted her thighs and lif­ted up her skirt, 
ex­pos­ing her brown muff. Sally licked her lips.

 “Mmmmmmm. Looks de­li­cious.”

 She sat up op­pos­ite Drew and in­ser­ted two fin­gers into her pussy, wig­gling 
them around in there like live snakes. Drew shuddered and moaned.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh.”

 “Tick­lish, huh?”

 “Yes, very.”

 Sally re­moved her fin­gers and brought them up to Drew’s lips. She smeared 
Drew’s own juices on them, giv­ing them a glisten­ing coat.

 “How does that taste?” Sally asked.

 Drew’s tongue dar­ted out and in. “Good.” Sally leaned for­ward and kissed Drew. 
Her tongue came out and circled her lips, sop­ping up the juice that re­mained there.

 “Mmmmmmmmm. You’re right. You do taste good.” Shaken, Drew said noth­ing.

 Sally leaned in for an­other kiss. This time her lips re­mained at­tached to Drew’s, 
helped by power­ful suc­tion. Her tongue slithered into Drew’s mouth and found a will­ing 
play­mate. Around and around their warm, slip­pery or­gans danced, nuzz­ling, caress­ing, 
tast­ing each other’s saliva. Elec­tric sparks of lust were gen­er­ated in the wet fric­tion. Both 
wo­men shook from head to foot.

 Drew felt Sally’s hands on her shoulders and found her­self be­ing slowly forced 
back­ward. Not res­ist­ing, she lay back on the bed­sheets and al­lowed the other wo­man to 
mount her. As they con­tin­ued kiss­ing, Sally’s na­ked pussy ground into hers, jerking 
for­ward as if she had a cock on the end of it in­stead of a clit. Drew shivered and moaned as 
if she had been pen­et­rated non­ethe­less. Sally’s cunt lips felt hot and wet as they kissed 
hers. Drew could not be­lieve the thrills which coursed through her body, ori­gin­at­ing from 
that point of con­tact.

 Slowly, meth­od­ic­ally, Sally began fuck­ing her with her pussy. She pressed down 
so hard with it that their en­larged clits were some­times able to meet. When this happened, 
spasms rocked both of their bod­ies. Drew, un­able to chan­nel the en­er­gies sur­ging 
through her, broke their pro­longed kiss and gasped for breath. Sally nibbled on her ear­lobe 
and this sent her into even greater par­oxysms of pleas­ure.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh,” Drew moaned.

 After giv­ing Drew’s ear­lobe a fi­nal, thrill­ing lick, Sally’s mouth began to travel 
down­ward, tra­cing the line of her neck and then sur­mount­ing her round moun­tains of 
flesh, heav­ing with the struggle to bring air to her lungs. Nat­ur­ally, Sally had to scoot her 
body down to ac­com­plish this move, so both wo­men’s pussies par­ted com­pany. Drew 
fucked Sally’s lower ab­do­men in­stead, smear­ing the supple flesh with her warm 
ex­cre­tions, while the blonde lif­ted her top over her head. Sally’s mouth fell on her re­vealed
tits, suck­ing on her hard nipples and then kiss­ing and lick­ing and fi­nally bit­ing the softer 
flesh sur­round­ing them. Drew squirmed un­der the tact­ile as­sault, her nerves over­loaded 
on the stim­uli. The itch in her cunt in­tens­i­fied into a burn­ing yearn­ing.

 “Eat me out, Sally!” she gasped. “Eat me out! I want to cum so bad! I have to cum or 
else I’ll go in­sane!”

 Ob­li­gingly, Sally’s mouth slipped down to cover her pussy, which she pried open 
with her tongue. Sally had a long tongue-a Jenny Mc­Carthy tongue-and she stuffed all of it 
up Drew’s warm, pulpy tun­nel. That tun­nel flooded with va­ginal juice as Sally’s tongue 
touched her G-spot. Drew’s hips bucked as if she had been touched with an elec­tric cattle 
prod in­stead of liv­ing tis­sue. Sally twirled that tongue around and around in­side her, 
lick­ing her va­ginal walls, which quivered and con­trac­ted rhyth­mic­ally un­der the as­sault.
Drew felt her con­trol rap­idly slip­ping away. Within mo­ments she felt the first tremors of 
her com­ing or­gasm.

 “Oh, God, I’m cum­ming!” she cried. “I’m cum­ming!” The earth­quake struck with a 
mag­nitude un­re­gister­able by the Richter scale. Drew’s body buckled un­der the im­pact. 
She let out a scream that could shat­ter glass. Sally threw her body over Drew’s as it began to 
thrash around on the bed, try­ing to hold her down. She covered Drew’s mouth with her 
hands to try to muffle her scream.

 “Hush!” she said. “People will hear!”

 But Drew couldn’t stop her­self. The pleas­ur­able pain was too in­tense. She 
be­came un­reach­able by the mor­tal world. As her body bucked and thrashed, her mind 
soared high among the clouds of La-La land. Sally gave up her ef­forts to tame Drew and just 
clung to her, her beau­ti­ful na­ked body boun­cing along with hers, and waited for her to 
come down from wherever she was.

 That took nearly forever.

 Gradu­ally, Drew’s con­scious­ness re-in­hab­ited her body. She found her­self 
pant­ing and covered in sweat. Her eyes fo­cused on the wo­man ly­ing on top of her. She 
looked vaguely fa­mil­iar.

 “Where was I?” she asked.

 “In heaven, by the looks of it,” Sally re­spon­ded.

 “Je­sus, your tongue! I think that was bet­ter than the sex I had with Beverly.”

 “Who?”

 “Beverly. She’s a cock­tail wait­ress I met. My brother made me have sex with her 
while he watched.”

 “Kinky. I would have liked to have been a part of that.” Drew sat up, an idea 
oc­cur­ring to her. “Hey, do you like hav­ing sex with men as much as wo­men.”

 “More, ac­tu­ally.”

 “Then I’d like you to meet my brother. I think you two would hit it off great.”

 “What does he look like.”

 “like me, only male.”

 Sally smiled. “Then I would def­in­itely like to meet him.” Drew’s hands came down 
and squeezed the blonde’s but­tocks. The two of them soon star­ted kiss­ing again.


CHAPTER NINE

 Brian sat des­pond­ently at the black­jack table, fin­ger­ing his chips. The fact that 
his stacks of reds and greens had grown stead­ily over the past hour did not cheer up him 
much.

 “Bet please.”

 Brian placed four red chips on the bet­ting square. The dealer dealt him a hand 
total­ing eight­een. He stood. She bus­ted on a six­teen.

 “You win again,” she said, and coun­ted out four more red chips for him.

 The dealer was a tall, shapely red­head in her early thirties. Her green eyes 
smoldered with sexual hun­ger as she stared at Brian, who was the lone player at the table. 
Brian hardly no­ticed her, though she was try­ing hard to be no­ticed by him. His mind was 
fo­cused in­ward on his own prob­lems.

 Mov­ing auto­mat­ic­ally, his hand stacked his win­nings on top of his old bet. He 
now had forty dol­lars rid­ing. The dealer dealt him thir­teen. She had a ten card show­ing. 
One part of his brain told him that he had to hit his hand.

 “Give me an eight,” he sighed, not at all hope­ful.

 Sur­pris­ingly, she gave him an eight. He glanced at it only briefly, how­ever. His 
eyes had caught a sus­pi­cious move­ment of her hands. He could have sworn he had seen 
her deal him the bot­tom card rather than the top one. He looked up into her face for the first
time that day, and saw it smil­ing back at him.

 “You play very good black­jack,” she said. “You know ex­actly which cards to ask 
for.”

 It oc­curred to Brian that she was cheat­ing the house to help him win, had 
per­haps been do­ing it from the start. But why? He didn’t have to ask that ques­tion twice. 
Look­ing into her eyes gave him the an­swer. She was ob­vi­ously at­trac­ted to him.

 Brian’s heart star­ted beat­ing rap­idly. He just now no­ticed what a de­sir­able 
wo­man she was.

 “I’ve had some school­ing,” he stammered, try­ing to sound suave, but miss­ing by 
a mile.

 Her smile widened. “How nice.”

 They con­tin­ued play­ing. Brian’s mind was now awake and fo­cused on the game. 
He won four out of every five hands, thanks to the dealer’s cheat­ing, which she did not 
bother to hide. He kept his bets down to twenty and thirty dol­lars, not want­ing to ap­pear 
greedy. He tipped the dealer heav­ily on every other hand, which she thanked him for. Yet he 
knew in­stinct­ively that money was not what she wanted from him.

 “Are you a model?” she sud­denly asked after he had cashed in a black­jack.

 He was caught off guard by the ques­tion. “Uh, no. Why?”

 “I was just won­der­ing. You’re very hand­some. I thought for sure you must be a 
model.”

 “Well, I’m not.”

 “You should go down to an agency. They’ll hire you on the spot.”

 “How do you know?”

 “Be­cause I know what they’re look­ing for. I used to be a model.” This cap­tured 
Brian’s in­terest. “Really.”

 “Uh-huh.”

 Brian looked at her more closely. “You know, I thought there was some­thing about 
you which I re­cog­nized. What magazines have you ap­peared in?”

 “Hust­ler. Club. Chic. Swank.”

 Brian’s face turned red. “Yeah, I guess I have seen you be­fore.” And then: “Do you 
still model?”

 “No. If I was I wouldn’t be deal­ing black­jack, would I? I’m too old now. Male 
read­ers want to see new faces and bod­ies. After you ap­pear in all the magazines, as I did, 
the in­dustry con­siders you used up.”

 “Their loss, not yours.”

 She smiled. “You sure know how to sweet talk a girl, don’t you?” He smiled and 
shrugged. She dealt the next hand, which he won. She began shuff­ling the deck.

 “What’s your name?” he asked.

 She poin­ted to the name tag on her left tit. “It’s right here, honey.”

 “Oh. Janet. Nice to meet you, Janet.”

 He found that his eyes did not want to leave that name tag.

 “-like­wise, stranger.”

 He chuckled. “You can call me Brian. That’s my name.”

 “Do you have a girl­friend, Brian?”

 “Uh, yes. Well, no. I just broke up with my girl­friend-sort of.”

 “So you’re sort of with her and sort of without her. I know how it goes with 
re­la­tion­ships, which is why I try to avoid any deep en­tan­gle­ments. I guess that ex­plains 
why you’ve been act­ing so mopey.”

 “It’s a very com­plic­ated situ­ation. I can’t even ex­plain it to my­self.” Janet, 
fin­ished shuff­ling the deck, ab­ruptly set it aside without deal­ing. Her eyes bored into 
Brian’s. He flinched from their sear­ing, sexual in­tens­ity.

 “Listen,” she said, “I get off work in four hours. If you feel like some com­pany this 
af­ter­noon, why don’t you stop by my trailer home? I live across the river in Bull­head City.”

 The dir­ect­ness of the pro­pos­i­tion caught Brian un­pre­pared. The fact was he 
was a vir­gin to the subtle arts of the mat­ing game. He had never had sex with any­one other
than Drew. Though he had re­ceived plenty of tempt­ing of­fers be­fore, he had turned them 
all down. The reason for this was simple: he was frightened of other wo­men, other lov­ers. 
They were an un­known com­mod­ity to a young man who craved a safe and se­cure life. He 
had grown up watch­ing his mother go from man to man and job to job and place to place 
and never get any­where. Her beauty and spirit faded with each lover. None of them, not even
the father of her chil­dren, had stuck around long enough to of­fer her a sta­bil­iz­ing an­chor
in the stormy sea of life. Brian had sex with Drew be­cause he was more than just at­trac­ted 
to her, be­cause she was more than just read­ily avail­able. She rep­res­en­ted the only 
fam­ily he had left in this world and he was des­per­ate to hold it to­gether. Sex, to him, 
ac­ted like the ce­ment. He was afraid of be­ing alone.

 Yet now Drew, for whatever reas­ons she had, wanted to pur­sue other lov­ers. 
Con­sequently, if Brian wanted sex, he had to do the same thing. He de­sired Janet very much.

 He searched his mind frantic­ally for an ap­pro­pri­ate comeback to her 
pro­pos­i­tion, some­thing witty that would show he was not just some pushover sex ob­ject 
but a force to be reckoned with in the world.

 “What’s your ad­dress?” he asked.


CHAPTER TEN

 Brian smoothed down his freshly-washed hair, smelled his un­der­arms to make 
sure his de­odor­ant was still work­ing, ad­jus­ted his clothes for a more com­fort­able fit on 
his body, and then rapped on the trailer door.

 “Come in!” he heard a muffled voice yell from within.

 He opened the door and stepped in­side. He did not have to look long to find Janet.
She was sit­ting right there in front of him upon the sofa, na­ked, long legs crossed over her 
pussy. Ac­tu­ally, he saw two Janets sit­ting on the sofa, one on either end. Their pos­tures 
and they way they looked at him were identical. Brian blinked sev­eral times but the second 
Janet would not go away. Fi­nally, he de­cided it wasn’t his ima­gin­a­tion after all.

 “Twins?” he asked.

 Both sis­ters nod­ded in uni­son.

 “Holy Christ! Janet, you didn’t tell me you had a twin.”

 “My name’s Cindy,” said the wo­man he was look­ing at. “She’s Janet.”

 “Yes, I’m Janet, though some­times we swap names and pre­tend to be the other.” 
Brian’s mind was reel­ing. “Did you.. .did you in­tend for me to have sex with both of you?” 
Cindy turned to Janet. “He catches on quick, doesn’t he, sis­ter?”

 “Yes. I chose him for his in­tel­li­gence as well as his good looks.” The two wo­men 
rose up and ap­proached Brian. Sud­denly tear­ful, he had to res­ist the im­pulse to back 
away. They grabbed his arms and half-dragged him into the ad­join­ing bed­room. There they
re­leased him and posed be­fore him.

 “Now, which one of us would you like first?” Janet asked. She had a hand on one 
arch­ing hip while the other one caressed the soft un­der­side of one fat tit.

 Brian tound him­self tongue-tied. He had never been in a situ­ation like this be­fore 
and didn’t know how to act. “Uh.. .uh.. . . “

 Cindy thrust her pel­vis for­ward and spread her cunt lips wide for him. Like her twin
sis­ter, her bush was trimmed into a neat tri­angle above her gen­italia. “Look at how I juice 
for you,” she said, eyes dan­cing. “’I de­serve you more than my sis­ter.”

 “Uh.. .uh.. . . “

 Janet, not to be out­done, dipped two fin­gers into her own over­flow­ing snatch 
and smeared the juice all over her breasts. “Now wouldn’t you just love to de­vour my 
lus­cious tits?” she asked. “Be­lieve me, I cum much harder than Cindy. Just the thought of 
your tongue on my nipples makes me shiver in de­light.”

 “Uh.. .uh.. .uh.. . . “ Cindy turned around and bent over, grip­ping her wide-flung 
ankles. Brian could see her breasts dangling between her legs. Her up­side-down face smiled 
at him. “You can do me in the ass if you want. Janet doesn’t like anal sex as much as I do.”

 Brian felt him­self totally over­whelmed by these two com­pet­ing beau­ties. They 
weren’t any­thing like his sis­ter, who was saucy but safe. He had a sud­den, fright­en­ing 
vis­ion of what be­fell the male black widow spider when he at­temp­ted to cop­u­late with 
the fe­male. Quite of­ten, he was eaten alive.

 His feet star­ted to pro­pel him back­wards. Alarmed, the two sis­ters rushed 
for­ward and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Now don’t you try to run away on us,” Janet 
said. “We have a whole af­ter­noon planned around you.”

 Brian groaned as he was taken to the bed. But des­pite the fact he was shak­ing in 
trep­id­a­tion his dick was fully erect. At least one part of him was ready for the ex­per­i­ence 
of his life.

 The twins laid him on the satin cov­ers between them. Their hands began to quickly 
and ef­fi­ciently peel off his clothes. First went his shirt, then his shoes and socks. Cindy 
en­countered some dif­fi­culty in re­mov­ing his pants, how­ever.

 “I can’t get his pants off,” she told her sis­ter. ‘They seem to be hung up on his 
prick.”

 “Un­but­ton them.”

 “I can’t. There’s not enough slack.”

 “Here, let me help you.”

 Janet pushed Brian’s cock down to loosen the ten­sion on his waist­band. The 
but­ton came un­done. “There!” Cindy said. “Thanks, sis.”

 “Don’t men­tion it.”

 Soon they had his pants and the rest of his clothes off. They sat back and stared 
down at his na­ked body like two meat shop­pers.

 “De­li­cious,” Cindy said. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a gor­geous hunk of 
man.”

 “You know I al­ways bring back top qual­ity.”

 “I com­mend your eye. I hope he tastes as good as he looks.” Cindy’s fin­gers curled
around his dick and her mouth bent down to take it in. Sud­denly, pan­ick­ing, he pushed her 
away and sat up.

 “My, my,” Janet com­men­ted, “you’re a skit­tish one, aren’t you?” Brian’s heart was 
pound­ing out an African rhythm on the walls of his chest. This was all hap­pen­ing too fast 
for him. He didn’t want to ad­mit that his re­sponse had been auto­matic and promp­ted by 
un­reasoned fear, so he said: “Let me see you two get it on first.” Cindy’s eyes lit up at that 
sug­ges­tion. “He wants a show!” Janet smiled down at him. “We can give you that. We’re 
good at put­ting on shows.” Their eyes slowly turned to fasten on each other. What happened
next was much akin to syn­chron­ized swim­ming, only this time sex was the sport.

 Mov­ing in per­fect uni­son, watch­ing each other, their hands came up to caress 
their breasts. Janet and Cindy had such ap­pet­iz­ing breasts. They were as big as Drew’s, 
though per­haps not as per­fectly roun­ded. Their nipples, how­ever, were taller and fat­ter, 
the per­fect size for suck­ing on. Brian watched them stiffen into mini­ature towers as the twin
sis­ters lightly traced them with their fin­ger­tips. Goose­bumps ap­peared in the 
sur­round­ing flesh, which was whiter than on any other part of their bod­ies.

 “Wow,” Brian whispered to him­self, en­rap­tured by the scene tak­ing place on 
either side of his bob­bing cock. He quite for­got his fear of a mo­ment earlier.

 The twins, still copy­ing each other’s move­ments, par­ted their thighs and stroked 
them. Though not as won­der­ful as his sis­ter’s, they were lovely thighs. They began by 
mas­sa­ging their sides and slowly worked their way in­wards. Brian could see that their 
pussies were in­flamed and drip­ping. He tensed in an­ti­cip­a­tion as their hands closed on 
those juice-factor­ies, but they did not go in. At the last mo­ment their hands veered off, 
com­ing up­wards to cup their tits, which seemed to have doubled in size dur­ing the last few 
mo­ments. Hun­grily, they each sucked a nipple into their mouths.

 “Mmmmmmmmmm,” they mur­mured in uni­son, en­joy­ing their own taste.

 Brian groaned. The wet sounds they made drove him wild with yearn­ing.

 After about a minute, both fe­males re­leased the nipple in their mouths and went 
on to lick and suck the other one. Their snak­ing tongues made wide circles around the pink, 
hardened flesh. The goose-bumps thickened on their orbs and spread to other parts of their 
bod­ies. When they were done, both nipples had a shiny new coat­ing of saliva.

 “Oh man,” Brian breathed. He had a sud­den crav­ing to suck those nipples him­self,
yet he held back so that he could watch what happened next.

 Janet and Cindy, their eyes glued to each other’s, par­ted their thighs a little more 
and lowered their hands. This time they did not hes­it­ate to dip a fin­ger into their wet cunts.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh,” they moaned and squirmed.

 Brian saw that their clits were as erect as his cock, but they ig­nored the tiny, 
quiv­er­ing or­gans. They thrust their in­dex fin­gers as deep as they could into their cunts. 
When they came out again a mo­ment later, they were wet­ter then their nipples. Brian had an
idea of what they would do next, but was sur­prised when they stuffed their fin­gers into each
other’s mouths rather than into their own. They licked the nec­tar off of each other’s fin­gers, 
then went down on them as if they were small cocks, lick­ing and suck­ing and tak­ing their 
en­tire lengths into their warm, wet mouths.

 “Mmmmm,” they mur­mured, one after the other.

 Im­possibly, Brian’s dick grew an­other inch as he watched them. The skin was so 
taut it hurt. He thought that it would ex­plode un­less he did some­thing with it quick. Yet still
he held back, mes­mer­ized.

 Ab­ruptly, the syn­chron­icity of the twins dis­solved. Wild, an­imal aban­don took 
con­trol of their bod­ies. Cindy lay back and offered Janet her pussy, which was now drip­ping
juice onto the cov­ers at a furi­ous rate. Janet im­me­di­ately dived in for a feast, suck­ing her 
sis­ter’s en­larged clit into her mouth with a loud slurp.

 “Ah!” Cindy gasped.

 She bucked and twis­ted, de­li­ciously tor­tured. Her face con­tor­ted into a 
grim­ace of pleas­ur­able pain. Her breasts heaved as her breath­ing be­came er­ratic. Sweat 
shimmered on her skin.

 Brian groaned, hav­ing his own form of tor­ture to deal with. Janet’s supple belly lay
dir­ectly across his cock. The sinu­ous rolling of her ab­dom­inal muscles as she swal­lowed 
her sis­ter’s lube tan­tal­ized him. Un­able to help him­self, he grabbed her by the ass and the
back of the neck and began buck­ing his hips back and forth, fuck­ing her belly. Her skin was 
warm and soft and slick with per­spir­a­tion. Ex­quis­ite fric­tion was gen­er­ated as his hard 
shaft rubbed across her mid­riff like a bow on a cello. The vi­brat­ing mu­sic he felt 
over­whelmed his senses. He gnashed his teeth to­gether and fought the im­pulse to cum on 
the spot.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh,” he moaned.

 He had to ad­mit it, these twins ex­cited him more than he had ever dreamed 
pos­sible. One part of his brain thanked his sis­ter for giv­ing him the free­dom to pur­sue sex
with oth­ers.

 Janet was really eat­ing her sis­ter out now. Her tongue delved deep into Cindy’s 
pussy and came back out to lick her ri­gid clit and si­phon her tasty juices into her mouth. As 
she went down on her identical twin, both her hands played with a breast, tug­ging on and 
squeez­ing Cindy’s nipples. The stim­u­la­tion was al­most too much for the poor fe­male to 
bear. Eyes closed, she swayed her head from side to side while her hips rocked back and forth 
over the balls of her feet, which were tucked un­der­neath her ass. She fucked Janet’s face as 
much as Janet’s dex­trous tongue fucked her, smear­ing her juices all over her chin and 
cheeks and nose. Her up­per body, pillared on both arms, un­du­lated.

 “Oh God, sis­ter,” she moaned. “You eat me out the way I would eat my­self out.”

 Brian con­tin­ued to fuck Janet’s belly. As he did so, his left hand ex­plored the soft 
con­tours of her ass and thighs. Her white skin was flushed and warmed by the ra­di­at­ing 
heat of her cunt. Brian thrust two fin­gers into the hot, sal­iv­at­ing open­ing and was 
re­war­ded with a nice shud­der. She was ripe for be­ing fucked, and his tool was ready for it. 
There was no shy­ness left in him as he ac­ted on his im­pulse.

 He rolled out from un­der­neath Janet, knelt between her legs, and raised her ass to
the level of his cock. Busy eat­ing her sis­ter, she seemed ob­li­vi­ous to him, but that soon 
changed. Hold­ing on to both her hips, he slammed his cock deep into her pussy.

 “Oh!” she cried.

 “Ah­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh,” Brian sighed.

 He al­lowed his dick to drink in her warmth for a mo­ment more and then slammed 
into her again, jar­ring an­other gasp out of her throat. He felt her hot juices splash his balls 
as they squir­ted out of her cunt, which tightened pos­sess­ively around his cock. She twis­ted
her head around to smile at him. Her lips were coated with her sis­ter’s leak­age.

 “Took you long enough.”

 Brian said noth­ing, could say noth­ing. The an­imal in him had taken con­trol. He 
grabbed her by the back of the neck and forced her face back down into Cindy’s pussy. With 
Janet thus se­cured, he then began fuck­ing her fast and furi­ously. All of her soft parts-her 
breasts, her thighs, her but­tocks jiggled as their bod­ies slapped vi­ol­ently to­gether. 
Per­se­cuted by de­li­cious pain, she bit down on her twin’s clit.

 “Holy Mary!” Cindy shouted.

 Already on the threshold of or­gasm, she quickly went over the edge. Her scream of 
ec­stasy was loud enough to shat­ter glass. Her body bucked and twis­ted vi­ol­ently, no 
longer re­spond­ing to com­mands from her brain. Brian pushed Janet’s face down harder on 
her pussy, and she humped it frantic­ally, while at the same time try­ing to re­coil from her 
sis­ter’s pro­vok­ing teeth and tongue. Fi­nally, with a tre­mend­ous push, she did man­age 
to break free. She rolled off the bed and flopped around on the floor for a few minutes, 
hold­ing her hands over her cunt as if she had just been kicked there. Yet it was not pain she 
ex­per­i­enced but in­tense, blis­ter­ing pleas­ure. Her sens­ory sys­tem could not handle it--.
It was com­pletely over­loaded.

 Then her cli­max burned it­self out. Ex­hausted, she lay still on the floor, breath­ing 
heav­ily.

 Brian thought she would be out of it for a while, so he turned his full at­ten­tion to 
the wo­man he now had his dick in. No longer burdened with the task of eat­ing her sis­ter, 
she was now fuck­ing him as much as he was fuck­ing her. Each of his for­ward strokes was 
met with a hard back­ward one of her own. She wanted to take him as deep as she could. A 
loud squish met his ears every time their gen­it­als im­pacted. Brian’s cock was be­ing 
de­li­ciously tickled. He grit­ted his teeth and tried to hold off the pain of or­gasm as long as 
pos­sible, but the task proved too great for even his Cas­anova skills.

 “I’m go­ing to cum,” he an­nounced. “I’m go­ing to cum.”

 “Go on,” Janet said, “shoot your creamy spunk into my twat! I’m ready for you.” She 
stopped rock­ing back and forth and in­stead held her hips rock still.

 Brian felt to mo­ment ar­rive.

 “Oh God!” he cried.

 He slammed his cock for­ward vi­ol­ently as his se­men burst out from the end of it.
This erup­tion triggered Janet’s own or­gasm, and her scream was as loud as her sis­ter’s had 
been a mo­ment be­fore. Her pulsat­ing cunt tightened fiercely around Brian’s cock, and her 
hips began mov­ing again to match his vi­ol­ent, er­ratic stabbing mo­tions. The pres­sure 
she ex­er­ted squeezed the se­men right out of Brian, and he loved it. Spurt after spurt was 
de­pos­ited deep into her pussy, filling up every niche and then es­cap­ing out the sides. He 
closed his eyes and groaned, lux­uri­at­ing in the warm, throb­bing waves of pleas­ure that 
rolled through his body.

 Even­tu­ally, the or­gas­mic storm passed. Pant­ing, every inch of them covered 
with sweat. Brian and Janet pulled apart. He col­lapsed back­ward onto his back; she 
col­lapsed for­ward onto her stom­ach. They were spent by their labors. For a mo­ment, he 
amused him­self with caress­ing her feet and calves as he re­covered his breath, his eyes 
watch­ing white drool slowly ooze out of her pussy, which still twitched oc­ca­sion­ally. He 
sighed.

 “That was the best sex I had since.. . . “ he began.

 “Since when?” Janet mur­mured.

 Brian de­cided to toss cau­tion to the wind and blurt it out. “. . .since the first time I 
fucked my sis­ter.”

 She turned around to look at him. “You fuck your sis­ter?” He nod­ded. “How 
gross!”

 “Hey! Who the hell are you to judge? I just watched you eat­ing your sis­ter out!”

 “That’s dif­fer­ent. Sex with my identical twin is more like mas­turb­at­ing.” He 
frowned, not see­ing the point. She smiled.

 “Hey, don’t take me ser­i­ously. I’m only kid­ding you. I dig that kinky stuff. Give 
your sis­ter that nice hard cock for me when you see her.”

 Sud­denly, Cindy was climb­ing back onto the bed, ap­par­ently fully re­covered 
from her or­deal. She rudely rolled Janet out of the way and knelt down between Brian’s legs. 
Only she was fa­cing away from him, not to­ward him. She brought her hands back and 
par­ted her ass cheeks to ex­pose her puckered anus. She waited.

 “What’s this?” Brian asked.

 “Time to give me my en­ema,” Cindy said.

 Con­fused, Brian looked to his left and his right. “I don’t see any­thing to give it 
with.”

 “Your dick, Ein­stein! I want a sperm en­ema!”

 “Oh.”

 “Wait a second. She needs lub­ric­a­tion.” Janet came for­ward with a jar of 
Vas­el­ine. She dipped her fin­gers into it and began smear­ing it around Cindy’s hole.

 As far as Brian was con­cerned, nobody had asked him if he was will­ing to give a 
sperm en­ema. He wasn’t even sure he had any sperm left to give. “I haven’t done this 
be­fore,” he pro­tested.

 “Then you’re in for a treat,” Janet said. “Cindy is the best ass-fuck you can find 
any­where. Doesn’t hurt her a bit, does it, doll?”

 “Not a bit,” Cindy said cheer­fully. “You can just bang away.”

 “It’s too early,” Brian said. But then he saw that was a lie. His cock, mi­ra­cu­lously, 
was rising from the dead. His body was re­spond­ing to what he was see­ing. Janet was 
mak­ing a show of pre­par­ing her sis­ter for him. Her fin­gers circled slowly around her 
butt-hole, greas­ing it with the Vas­el­ine. As she did that with her right hand, her left hand 
was tick­ling her sis­ter’s clit, which was get­ting large and erect again. She rubbed both sides 
of her face on Cindy’s smooth cheeks, de­light­ing in their silky feel. Her tongue came out to 
lick her skin and then fol­lowed her crevice down to her anus to help spread the lub­ric­ant. 
Ap­par­ently, she didn’t mind the taste of the stuff. Then she stabbed two fin­gers deep into 
Cindy’s ass. Cindy squirmed and moaned at the sud­den in­tru­sion.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh.”

 Brian watched as Janet’s fin­gers went in and out of her, shiny and well-lub­ric­ated 
by the Vas­el­ine. Cindy’s anus rhyth­mic­ally tightened and then re­laxed around her 
in­vad­ing di­gits. Her breath­ing deepened and her body rocked back and forth slowly, 
de­li­ciously aroused. Brian, ly­ing flat on his back with his head pil­lowed on his clasped 
hands, watched in hyp­notic fas­cin­a­tion as her fat tits swayed in­vit­ingly un­der­neath her.
In no time at all his cock was fully erect, bob­bing up and down in tune to his fast-beat­ing 
heart. He sat up, de­cid­ing that he did not want to watch from the side­lines any longer.

 “Okay, what do I do?” he asked Janet. “Noth­ing. We changed our minds. 
Cindy-likes this bet­ter. You can go home now.”

 “Like hell.”

 He stood up on his knees and walked over to them. Janet made way for him. As she 
re­moved her lingers, he placed the knob of his penis against Cindy’s anus. Yet he did not try 
to pen­et­rate her. Her hole seemed ludicrously small to him.

 “Gimme some of that Vas­el­ine,” he said.

 Janet laughed. “I thought you didn’t want to do this?”

 “I changed my mind.”

 Janet grabbed his cock around the trunk and began spread­ing a fresh glob of 
lub­ric­ant along its en­tire length with her other hand. Brian shuddered as her fin­gers ran up
and down him, tick­ling his nerve end­ings.

 “Je­sus!” he cried, flinch­ing.

 Janet held on tightly. “Still sens­it­ive?”

 “You bet­ter be­lieve it!”

 She fin­ished lub­ric­at­ing him and then let go. “Work it into her slowly,” Janet 
ad­vised. “Her ass has to get used to its size.”

 “Okay.”

 He pushed the tip of his dick into her and en­countered im­me­di­ate res­ist­ance. 
Cindy gasped and squirmed. Re­flex­ively, her power­ful bowel muscles tried to ex­pel him. 
Brian gripped her hips tightly and held still to keep that from hap­pen­ing. Then Cindy 
sud­denly re­laxed, ex­pelling air.

 “Try spiral­ing it into her,” Janet said. “It might be easier.” Brian began mov­ing his 
hips around in tight little circles, sort of like a drill. His hard drill bit began to stead­ily sink into
Cindy. She con­tin­ued to wiggle, as if her ass were a glove try­ing his cock on for size. 
Rhyth­mic­ally, her bowel muscles con­trac­ted and re­laxed, con­trac­ted and re­laxed. On 
each con­trac­tion, he grunted, for her grip was crush­ing. On each re­lax­a­tion, he pushed a 
little deeper into her. He found that the Vas­el­ine really helped to smooth out the fric­tion. 
Fi­nally, he was all the way in­side her. Cindy sighed and loosened up com­pletely. He smiled, 
un­be­liev­able tit­il­lated. He had his dick in a wo­man’s ass, and it felt good.

 “Now pump her slowly,” Janet ad­vised.

 “Shut up, Sis!” Cindy said. “You can ride me as hard as you like. My rectum is like 
elastic.”

 Brian tested that the­ory by back­ing al­most com­pletely out of her and then 
stabbing back into her-hard.

 “Ow!” she cried, re­coil­ing from his cock.

 Brian was im­me­di­ately re­gret­ful and so­li­cit­ous. “Are you all right?” he asked. 
“Did I hurt you?”

 “Yes, a little, but it also felt good. Maybe you shouldn’t fuck me that hard, okay?”

 “Okay.”

 Brian began fuck­ing her at a slow pace. Her bowel muscles were now com­pletely 
re­laxed, al­low­ing his dick to slide in and out of her smoothly. He found that he liked the 
tight fit of her ass-hole. It rubbed his cock with de­li­cious fric­tion, caus­ing every nerve 
end­ing along it to awaken and tingle.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­hhh,” he moaned, a state­ment that was im­me­di­ately echoed by 
Cindy.

 “That’s the way to fuck her, stud,” Janet said. “Ram that beau­ti­ful dick deep into 
her ass. Make her cum out her mouth.”

 Brian, en­cour­aged, picked up the pace a little.

 Janet, aroused, sat back on her haunches, spread her thighs wide, and began to 
mas­turb­ate while she watched the ac­tion.

 Cindy, re­spond­ing to the com­pul­sion of nature, began rock­ing her hips back 
and forth, match­ing

 Brian stroke for stroke. Her eyes were closed as she con­cen­trated all of her be­ing 
on the phys­ical sen­sa­tions he in­duced in Her. Yet an ass-fuck alone, while tit­il­lat­ing, was 
not enough to bring her to or­gasm. For that she needed more dir­ect stim­u­la­tion. 
Prop­ping her up­per body up on one el­bow, she reached back and spread her cunt lips 
open with her thumb and in­dex fin­ger, al­low­ing Brian’s balls to bang dir­ectly against her 
erect clit. She shivered in de­light, feel­ing the soft im­pacts not just in her cunt but in the rest
of her body as well. The strain of a sexual cli­max began to build stead­ily in her.

 Janet’s tweak­ing of her own clit began to have its ef­fect on her. Small shud­ders 
rocked her body as the tip of her in­dex fin­ger lightly and rhyth­mic­ally rubbed the ri­gid, 
oily or­gan. She no longer had con­trol of her hips. They moved around and around in a tight 
little circle, hun­ger­ing to gen­er­ate more of the sweet elec­tri­city which all of her body 
craved. She was leak­ing va­ginal juice onto the cov­ers at a furi­ous rate. Her breasts heaved 
as her lungs worked over­time to sup­ply oxy­gen to her fast-beat­ing heart. With her free 
hand, she touched one of her hard, tingling nipples, which were now as erect as her clit. The 
shock of the con­tact caused a pre-or­gas­mic spasm to rock her body.

 “Ah!” she gasped, her pussy con­tract­ing around her fin­gers.

 Brian looked from one wo­man to the other, en­joy­ing what he saw. Though he did
not con­sider them to be as beau­ti­ful as his sis­ter, Janet and Cindy closely rivaled her in 
looks. Cer­tainly their sexual ex­pert­ise was greater. The twins had an ap­pet­ite for sex which
truly astoun­ded him. Brian had not ex­per­i­enced so much in­tense pleas­ure since the first 
time he had fucked Drew, when his fear and awe of her vir­gin body had, in a strange way, 
ad­ded to his ex­cite­ment.

 He thought of how won­der­ful it would be to have his dick in Drew’s gor­geous 
ass, hump­ing her the way he now humped Cindy, and sud­denly that im­age of Drew in his 
mind made him want to ejac­u­late.

 His hands tightened on Cindy’s waist, and his cock paused in mid-stroke. He felt 
that mov­ing it one more frac­tion of an inch would quickly send him over the edge.

 “I’m go­ing to cum,” he said through grit­ted teeth. “I can’t hold it any longer. I’m 
go­ing to cum. I want to cum.”

 “Cum in my ass!” Cindy shouted, as if afraid he was go­ing to take his cock out of 
her. “Cum in my ass!”

 “I will.” He slammed his cock all the way for­ward. “Here I c-c-c-c-cuuuuuuum.”

 Brian groaned as his jism ex­ploded out of him in hot, pulsat­ing spurts. As it filled 
up every empty space in her rectum, Cindy’s own in­tense or­gasm was sparked. She let out a 
lusty scream.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh, gaaaaaaawd!”

 Her ass clamped down tightly on Brian’s dick. He screamed in pain. Her grip was 
ex­cru­ci­at­ing. He at­temp­ted to re­move” his cock, but failed. Her strong bowel muscles 
held him in and sucked the se­men right out of his balls. Then her hips began to buck out of 
con­trol, wildly, sav­agely. Like a male and fe­male dog joined to­gether, Brian was forced to 
fol­low Cindy as she car­ried him around and around the bed, lost in the throes of or­gasm. 
She seemed to want to es­cape his pro­vok­ing in­stru­ment of de­light, while at the same 
time not dar­ing to let go of it. They fell off the bed and some­how she landed on top of 
Brian, still con­nec­ted to him at the waist. He watched her jerk up and down on his cock, 
ec­static in her move­ments, un­til her or­gasm fi­nally ex­pen­ded it­self. Then she toppled 
off him and lay be­side him on her back, chest heav­ing.

 Brian sighed in re­lief. His own pleas­ure had been over­shad­owed by Cindy’s wild 
joy ride. He had thought that wo­men were sup­posed to ex­per­i­ence the pain, not men.

 The sound of Janet’s laughter came to his ears. “So, Brian, what do you think of anal 
sex?”

 Brian sat up to look at her. She was still on the bed, thighs spread, hump­ing the air 
while she fingered her clit. “I was afraid my pecker was go­ing to break off.”

 She chuckled. “Yes, that’s my sweet Cindy for you. But you en­joyed it, didn’t you?”

 “Yes,” he ad­mit­ted.

 Then Janet’s chuckle turned into a gasp as her or­gasm fi­nally over­took her. Her 
hips began rock­ing back and forth more furi­ously. She squir­ted pussy juice all over the 
place.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh!” she moaned, eyes wide at the po­tency of her 
pleas­ure.

 Brian watched her per­form or­gas­mic gym­nastics for a mo­ment and then began 
col­lect­ing his clothes. He could end up fuck­ing these wo­men all day if he didn’t watch 
him­self, and he really wanted to find Drew.

 She was his real wo­man.


CHAPTER EL­EVEN

 After a morn­ing spent hav­ing sex with Sally, Drew found that she was raven­ously 
hungry. Some­time around noon she left the blonde and went down to the Yel­low Rose’s 
buf­fet res­taur­ant for lunch.

 The line to enter the res­taur­ant was short. Only pen­sion­ers and re­tir­ees 
fre­quen­ted Laugh­lin dur­ing the week, and they were not as nu­mer­ous as the week­end 
tour­ists. She paid her money at the counter and walked to­wards the host­ess, who would 
seat her.

 “How many in your party?” the host­ess asked.

 Drew held up a fin­ger. “Just one.”

 “No, two.”

 Drew turned around swiftly at the sound of Brian’s voice. Only it wasn’t Brian 
stand­ing there. It was someone dif­fer­ent, yet not un­wel­come.

 “I would have thought the high-priced gour­met res­taur­ants would be more to 
your taste, Mr. Pook.”

 He smiled. “Oc­ca­sion­ally, I en­joy ming­ling with the lower classes.”

 “Am I to as­sume that I’m low class?”

 “No,” he said, very ser­i­ously, “you’re too good-look­ing to be low class.” Drew 
could not think of an ap­pro­pri­ately witty re­sponse, so she just whispered, “Thanks.”

 “I’d like to join you for lunch, if it’s not a prob­lem.” Drew already felt her loins 
quiv­er­ing in re­sponse to the man’s pres­ence. He was so hand­some, and his eyes were 
un­can­nily like Brian’s.

 “No, it wouldn’t be a prob­lem at all, Mr. Pook.”

 “Tony. Call me Tony.”

 She smiled. She couldn’t help her­self.

 “Okay, Tony.”

 The two fol­lowed the host­ess to their table.

 “Your wait­ress will be along shortly to take your bever­age or­ders,” she said, then 
de­par­ted.

 They waited. The wait­ress-short, chubby, and bored-faced-ar­rived a minute later. 
Tony tried to or­der cham­pagne but was re­fused.

 “It’s not on the buf­fet menu, sir.”

 “That’s okay. I’ll pay ex­tra for it.”

 “I’m sorry, sir, it’s not on the buf­fet menu.” He be­came a bit miffed. “Do you know 
who I am? I’m An­thony J. Pook! I gamble mil­lions of dol­lars in this town every year, so the 
least you could do is give me some cham­pagne.” She shook her head, blandly adam­ant. “I’m
sorry, sir, but cham­pagne is not on the buf­fet menu. Would you like to talk to the 
man­ager?” Her eyes flashed at him as if that was some kind of threat. Tony sighed, sud­denly 
tired of the whole thing.

 “Never mind. I sup­pose it’s not that im­port­ant. I’ll just have a Coke.”

 “Me too,” Drew said. She had to sup­press her amuse­ment at the scene that had 
just taken place.

 The wait­ress de­par­ted to fill their or­ders.

 “If I had talked to her man­ager, I could have had her fired,” Tony grumbled. “I 
should have had her fired.”

 “It’s ag­grav­at­ing deal­ing with the lower classes, isn’t it?”

 “Yes,” he agreed, too pre­oc­cu­pied with his thoughts of re­venge to real­ize she 
was need­ling him.

 “Per­haps next time you’ll stick to your gour­met res­taur­ants, where they’ll treat 
you like the roy­alty you are.”

 He looked at her sud­denly, spot­ting an open­ing. “Will you have din­ner with me 
to­night?”

 She smiled. “That de­pends on how lunch goes. Come on, I’m starved.” They rose 
and joined the food line, nick­ing up plates along the way. Tony was ahead of Drew and she 
watched him pick through the food. An ex­pres­sion of mild dis­gust was on his face, and 
hardly any­thing went on his plate. Ab­ruptly. Drew giggled.

 He turned to look at her. “What’s so funny?”

 “You are.”

 “Me?”

 “Yes. You look so ri­dicu­lous stand­ing there in your ex­pens­ive three-piece suit 
sniff­ing through food that is ob­vi­ously be­neath you.”

 He looked around him. Most of the eld­erly pat­rons in line wore baggy trousers 
and T-shirts with gaudy designs and mes­sages on them.

 “Yes, I guess I do.”

 “Why don’t you ad­mit that the only reason you’re here is be­cause I am?” she 
teased.

 “I have no trouble ad­mit­ting that at all.” His frank­ness caught Drew off guard. She
could think of no more teas­ing re­marks after that. In si­lence, they re­turned to their table 
with loaded plates. Tony sat be­side her rather than op­pos­ite her, which she thought odd. 
He did not touch his food, pre­fer­ring in­stead to watch Drew eat hers, his chin propped up 
by his hand and arm. After a few minutes, Drew be­came un­nerved by his con­stant study of 
her.

 “Aren’t you go­ing to eat?” she asked.

 “No.”

 “Why not?”

 “I’ve already eaten. In fact, you were passing by my res­taur­ant when I came out.”

 “So you fol­lowed me?”

 He nod­ded. Then he put his hand on the bare flesh of her thigh, close to her 
na­ked cunt (for she still wore no un­der­wear), and leaned over to whis­per in her ear. “I want
you, babe. I want you des­per­ately. To­night.”

 Drew shivered. “To­night? Why not now?” Her breath was com­ing hot and fast. 
That hand on her thigh stim­u­lated her. She was ready to fuck this man on the table.

 “The ac­tion is al­ways hot­test at night.”

 “Oh.”

 Drew could think of noth­ing more to say after that. This man had a way of ty­ing 
her tongue up into knots. She al­lowed him to stroke her smooth skin, en­joy­ing the warmth 
and tingling gen­er­ated by his touch.

 “Ah­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh,” she sighed.

 His hungry eyes bored into hers as he mas­saged her, filled with prom­ises of 
greater pleas­ures to come.


CHAPTER TWELVE

 Drew was tak­ing a shower in the bath­room, pre­par­ing for her big date to­night, 
when Brian sud­denly burst in, as na­ked as she was. He stepped into the stall with her.

 “Brian, what are you do­ing?”

 He pinned her up against the wall and at­temp­ted to pry apart her thighs with his 
knees. He had a huge erec­tion. He covered her face and mouth with kisses, while his hands 
groped her large tits.

 “Stop it!” Drew shouted, but he ig­nored her.

 “Sis,” he said ex­citedly between kisses, “I had the most awe­some sexual 
ex­per­i­ence! I fucked twins, Sis! Identical twins! Porno stars, no less! Aw, Sis, you should have
been there! They were so beau­ti­ful, and their bod­ies were al­most as ex­cit­ing as yours. 
And I have you to thank for giv­ing me the cour­age to pur­sue them.”

 Drew struggled un­suc­cess­fully to re­move his hands from her breasts. His cock 
was pok­ing her mound as he tried to stick it in her. She was hav­ing dif­fi­culty breath­ing 
with all the kisses he was giv­ing her. Fi­nally, she man­aged to hold him away long enough 
for her to speak.

 “Brian, why are you do­ing this? I told you I was a les­bian. I want to have sex with 
only wo­men now.”

 “Aw, come on, Sis, you can’t fool your brother. It didn’t take me long to real­ize you 
were kid­ding.”

 “I wasn’t kid­ding.”

 “Yes, you were,” he per­sisted.

 Now his lips and tongue were tra­cing her del­ic­ate neck­line. Drew tried to 
con­trol the re­ac­tions it in­duced in her body but couldn’t. She shivered and moaned.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh.”

 His lips came back up to hers to peck on her once again. “You were try­ing to get 
back at me for for­cing you to fuck that dyke cunt against your will, even though you wound 
up en­joy­ing it, weren’t you?”

 “No,” she said. Then, after he gave her a long, thrill­ing kiss, fol­low­ing by some 
de­li­cious tweak­ing of her harden­ing nipples, she whispered, “Yes.”

 His hands came down to knead her fleshy ass and thighs, whose muscles were 
rap­idly weak­en­ing in their abil­ity to re­main closed. “I know you, Sis,” he said. “You and I 
are two of a kind. We’re closer than mere lov­ers. We’re brother and sis­ter, and we love each 
other. We’re in­sep­ar­able.”

 “Yes.” Drew’s eyes were closed and her breath­ing was com­ing faster and faster.

 “Now open up and let me fuck you.”

 She opened up. Im­me­di­ately, without pre­amble, Brian’s dick stabbed up­wards 
into her cunt.

 “Oh!” she cried, jump­ing.

 “You like be­ing fucked by your brother, don’t you?” Brian teased her.

 “Yes,” she whispered.

 “Say it out loud, so that the whole hotel can hear you.”

 “I LIKE BE­ING FUCKED BY MY BROTHER!” she yelled at the top of her lungs. “You 
love it.”

 “I LOVE IT!”

 Brian thrust into her again, harder and deeper than be­fore. Her body slid about two
inches up the slick, tiled wall. Her feet dangled just above the floor. He held her there with his 
hot, throb­bing cock. She grabbed his shoulders and squirmed on the end of it, de­li­ciously 
suf­fer­ing. His cock was so hot that even her gush­ing juices could not quench the fire it 
star­ted in her. Her body de­man­ded that it not be held in one place for too long lest it burn 
her.

 “Fuck me, Brian. Fuck me.”

 Re­spond­ing to her com­mand, he began fuck­ing her. He rammed his cock in and 
out of her with sure, steady strokes. Her breasts bounced up and down with each of his 
thrusts. Drew grabbed them to hold them still, and felt that her nipples had be­come hard and
hot. Hot­ter even than the jets of wa­ter which pel­ted her body. Touch­ing them made her 
whole body quiver with a fiery lust.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh,” she moaned.

 She could not deny the truth to her­self any longer. She loved her brother’s cock, 
would al­ways love it. In­cest be damned. Even when she made love to oth­ers, thoughts of 
his beau­ti­ful, throb­bing or­gan would-likely be in her mind. Brian was her first and greatest 
love. No one else could com­pare to the sweet, tender warmth she found in his arms.

 When she even­tu­ally mar­ried, she would miss him so much.. .or keep on see­ing 
him.

 His pis­ton­ing dick gen­er­ated cur­rents of elec­tri­city in her cunt. She closed her 
eyes and held on to him tightly, moan­ing as the waves of pleas­ure spread through­out her 
body. Her white skin flushed a deep red. Her body was now com­pletely un­der his con­trol, 
mov­ing when he moved, gasp­ing for breath between each of his strokes. All of her soft 
parts, from her tits down to her shapely thighs, jiggled as their bod­ies slammed to­gether. 
She did not have the strength to res­ist him; she did not want to res­ist him. She was weak 
and help­less in his arms, a trem­bling mass of fe­male flesh. It was all so beau­ti­ful and 
erotic.

 Oh, how I wish I had a sis­ter to fuck as well! We could have such an ex­quis­ite 
three­some!

 Just the thought of en­ga­ging in sex with someone else who was re­lated to her 
quickly sent her over the edge. She let out an ear-split­ting scream as her or­gasm at­tacked 
every nerve cell in her body.

 “I’m cum­ming! Oh, God, I’m cum­ming!” Brian stopped fuck­ing her. He watched in
awe as his sis­ter’s na­ked body thrashed around on the end of his cock, mov­ing bey­ond her
con­trol. It was like she was be­ing elec­tro­cuted to death for the crime of com­mit­ting sex. 
He grunted as her strong cunt muscles grabbed hold of his prick, throb­bing as each of her 
mul­tiple cli­maxes rushed through her body. She poured out juice at a furi­ous rate. Brian’s 
balls be­came sat­ur­ated with the stuff. It dripped from his hairy sac to the metal floor, to be 
washed away and sucked down the drain by the wa­ter. His cock wanted des­per­ately to 
un­leash its load at this time but Brian, with a su­preme ef­fort of will, fore­stalled it. There 
was plenty of time for that later.

 Slowly, Drew came down from her lusty high. With a shiver the last or­gas­mic wave 
left her body. She felt weak and drained, and was glad that her brother’s cock was still there to
hold her up. She hugged him tightly, rest­ing her chin on her shoulder. She breathed heav­ily 
in and out.

 “Oh, man, Brian. That was won­der­ful.”

 Now Brian re­moved his dick from her pussy. He held her up against the wall and 
sucked a nipple into his mouth, bit­ing down on it gently.

 “Ah!” Drew gasped.

 She was still sens­it­ive to his touch.

 Brian licked her pink bud up and down, bathing it with saliva. It had been go­ing 
limp, but now it hardened again. Then his tongue circled around and around it, trav­el­ing on 
a layer of spit much like a slug. On each re­volu­tion the circle widened, un­til soon all of her 
im­mense orb had been covered, and he star­ted from the top again.

 Drew resigned her body to the del­ic­ate mas­sage. Her brother’s tongue felt warm 
and soft and sooth­ing on her skin. She re­leased all her breath in a pent up sigh.

 “Ah­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh.”

 Brian moved to her other breast and re­peated the same pro­ced­ure there. As his 
tongue rolled over her skin, it dimpled her soft, pli­ant flesh pleas­antly. Drew felt her 
pas­sions be­ing ig­nited again. This time Drew could not help her­self. She grabbed the back 
of his head and pressed his face into her tit. She moaned ec­stat­ic­ally as his lips and tongue 
move­ments in­creased. He shook his head rap­idly from side to side. Even­tu­ally, she 
real­ized she was suf­foc­at­ing him in her warm pil­low of flesh and let go.

 “Je­sus!” he muttered, gasp­ing for air. “You al­most killed me!” Drew shrugged her 
shoulders apo­lo­get­ic­ally.

 He at­tacked her nipple again, more cau­tiously this time, but he did not stay there 
long. His lips began a long, slow, sen­su­ous jour­ney down­ward. He kissed her belly and 
na­vel, stim­u­lat­ing her, caus­ing goose bumps to erupt on her skin. His tongue came out 
and plowed through the sod­den curls of her bush. Drew’s mound trembled with 
an­ti­cip­at­ory en­ergy. Then he was cov­er­ing her swollen cunt lips with his mouth. His 
tongue par­ted them and licked her clit, now as erect as his cock. Elec­tric tingles shot 
through Drew’s sys­tem, fry­ing her nerve end­ings with pain both tor­tur­ous and 
com­fort­ing. She moaned and gyr­ated her hips around his prob­ing pink prick. She loved it 
when her brother ate her out.

 “Oh­h­h­hhh, Brian, that feels so gooooooood!” He grabbed her ass cheeks and 
held her still while he delved into her. Her pussy was mass pro­du­cing juice again. He slurped
it up as fast as it came, al­low­ing very little of it to es­cape. To Drew, the wet suck­ing sounds 
that he made were mu­sic to her ears, stim­u­lat­ing her to even greater pro­duc­tion of cock 
lub­ric­ant. Brian’s face bore the brunt of her flood and soon be­came drenched. He had to 
break away and gasp for air nu­mer­ous times. But al­ways he came back to si­phon off her 
over­flow and swipe at her clit with his tongue.

 Drew felt her second cum build­ing quickly. This sur­prised her, be­cause she was 
only about four minutes re­moved from her last one. She grit­ted her teeth and tried to 
with­stand the pres­sure, so that Brian could pleas­ure him­self longer. She suc­ceeded in 
hold­ing it off for an­other minute or so, and then she could en­dure it no longer. Her cunt 
craved im­me­di­ate re­lief.

 “Brian,” she gasped, “I want your cock in me now!” He did not hes­it­ate to ob­lige 
her, be­cause he had the same need to sat­isfy. He stood up, turned her to face the shower 
head, bent her over, and shoved his dick deep into her pussy. As he did this, he pulled back 
hard on her long brown hair, for­cing her head up to face the on­com­ing jets of hot wa­ter.

 “Ow!” she cried, a sound that came out half-gargled.

 Then she ab­ruptly or­gasmed.

 Brian fucked her fast and furi­ously as her body bucked and twis­ted and tried to 
es­cape from his. He was eager to shoot his load into her while she was cum­ming, but he was
still quite a few strokes away from that. Then he had a sud­den in­spir­a­tion. He closed his 
eyes and thought back to the time when he had first fucked his sis­ter. He re­lived that 
glor­i­ous mo­ment when his cock had first entered her pussy and bus­ted her cherry, and 
that seemed to do the trick. In­stantly, his dick swelled and blew a huge can­non blast of 
se­men into Drew’s pulsat­ing twat. She cried out as it in­vaded and blistered her in­sides. 
Then she began fuck­ing Brian more than he was fuck­ing her. Her cunt tightened around his 
cock to suck out more of his hot fluid from his balls.

 Gradu­ally, their an­imal move­ments came to a halt as their cli­maxes ex­hausted 
them­selves. They sank down and sat on the metal floor of the shower stall. Their bod­ies 
were fe­ver­ish and blotchy. Drew, mus­ter­ing some en­ergy, reached over and turned off the
wa­ter. Now the only sound left was their pant­ing.

 “Oh, man,” she breathed. “That was ab­so­lutely in­cred­ible.” Brian wrapped his 
arms around her from be­hind and nuzzled her neck. “It shouldn’t have come as a sur­prise. 
You know your brother knows how to fuck you.”

 “Yes.” She dipped a fin­ger into the river of se­men ooz­ing out of her pussy and 
stuffed it into her mouth. “Mmmmmmmmm. You taste so good.” Brian’s hands came down to 
stroke her in­ner thighs. After just a few mo­ments of this, she could feel his erec­tion 
re­turn­ing again, creep­ing up her back­side, and she knew he was ready for an­other go at 
it.

 “Drew, I know I’ve never asked this of you be­fore, but I would really like to fuck you
in the ass. Can I fuck you in the ass?”

 She thought about it for a mo­ment. “Okay. You know I’ll do any­thing for you.” He 
began kiss­ing her. Then, sud­denly, both of them were startled by a loud knock­ing on their 
hotel room door.

 “Who could that be?” Drew asked.

 “Fucked if I know,” Brian said, ir­rit­ated. “Go an­swer it.”

 “Why me?”

 “Be­cause you’re a wo­man and must do as your man tells you.” Drew rolled her 
eyes, climbed to her feet, and walked out of the bath­room, not both­er­ing to wrap a towel 
around her­self. She yanked the door open.

 “Yes?” she asked.

 There were three uni­formed men stand­ing in the hall­way out­side. They had 
looks of self-im­port­ance, but that quickly changed into as­ton­ish­ment as they stared at 
Drew’s na­ked, drip­ping body.

 “Hotel se­cur­ity, ma’am,” the fore­most of them man­aged to say. “Someone 
re­por­ted a scream.”

 “Oh! That was just me. I was be­ing fucked in the shower by my brother.” If 
pos­sible, the men’s eyes widened even more at that. None of them could say a word. They 
just stood there and stared at her, mes­mer­ized by her beauty.

 “Is there any­thing wrong?” Drew fi­nally promp­ted them.

 The fore­most se­cur­ity of­ficer’s eyes were riv­eted to her large, swell­ing breasts. 
He had a dream-like ex­pres­sion on his face. “What?” he asked. Then he woke up with a start.
“Oh, no, ma’am! We were just check­ing out a com­plaint. You can go back to your, uh, your, 
uh.. .well, you know. But please keep your scream­ing down, okay? There are people try­ing to
sleep.”

 “Yes, okay. Thank you, sir.”

 “Thank you, ma’am,” he said.

 She closed the door in their smil­ing faces and went back into the bath­room.

 “Now what was that you were say­ing about fuck­ing me in the ass?” she asked her 
brother.


CHAPTER THIR­TEEN

 Drew rattled the dice in her hand and let them fly.

 “El­even!” the stick­man called out. “An­other win for the do bet­ters!” The do 
bet­ters whooped and hollered. Drew smiled. She had a hot streak go­ing and they were 
cash­ing in on her luck. The lone don’t bet­tor at the craps table, an old, sour-faced man, 
scowled and took an­other fifty dol­lar bill out of his wal­let to buy more chips.

 Tony was do­ing so well that most of his hun­dred dol­lar chips had been re­placed 
with thou­sand dol­lar ones. Even so, there was hardly enough room for them in his chip rack 
as well.

 “Here,” he said to Drew, hand­ing her one of the or­ange chips he had just won.

 “Uh.. .thanks.”

 She stuffed the chip in her bra. Already quite a few or­ange and black chips nestled 
there. At first she had tried re­fus­ing them, not want­ing to give the im­pres­sion she was 
only in­ter­ested in Tony for his money, but he had been in­sist­ent. Though she had not 
coun­ted her stash, she es­tim­ated that she was now a fairly wealthy lady.

 Drew could feel the long, roam­ing looks that the men at the table gave her. She 
knew she was an ab­so­lute knock­out in the black se­quined dress that Tony had bought her.
It fit her cur­va­ceous body per­fectly, hug­ging her nar­row waist and bal­loon­ing out on 
top to ac­com­mod­ate her large breasts. Amaz­ingly, no cus­tom, on-site tail­or­ing had 
been needed. Tony’s eyes had been tape meas­ure enough. He had ordered the gown by 
phone, giv­ing the ex­act spe­cific­a­tions. He had ac­tu­ally had it flown in from Las Ve­gas, 
along with a pair of match­ing black high heels. Drew’s mind reeled at the ex­pense in­volved,
but it was a great dress, the best she had ever worn. The hem was short enough to ex­pose 
her thighs in all of their na­ked glory, just the way she liked it­and the way men liked it. She 
tried not to bend over as she tossed the dice, how­ever. Like earlier this morn­ing, she wore 
no un­der­wear. She found that she liked the way the air gave her cunt lips such a de­li­cious 
tickle as it brushed past them.

 The craps play­ers were yelling at her to hurry up and toss the dice, which had once 
again been passed to her by the stick­man. They were eager to get on with the busi­ness of 
win­ning, and Drew did not blame them. Win­ning, she had found out, was al­most as 
ex­cit­ing as sex. She had not known that craps was such an erotic game. She found her­self 
be­com­ing aroused by the happy hub-bub of deep male voices, the quick blur of hands upon
the table, and the con­stant clink of chips.

 She kissed the dice and then tossed them.

 “Four! Mark four!”

 The evil don’t bet­tor smiled to him­self. Four was not craps, but it was a dif­fi­cult 
point to make. A shooter was twice as-likely to seven-out.

 Tony, how­ever, had con­fid­ence in Drew. Un­hes­it­at­ing, he placed a 
two-thou­sand dol­lar bet on Hard Way four. He also took double odds on his Pass Line bet. 
Every­one else did the same ex­cept the stub­born don’t bet­tor.

 Tony’s hand slid up Drew’s thigh, un­der­neath her dress, and squeezed her left ass 
cheek. “Good luck,” he said.

 Along with the pres­sure of Tony’s hand, she felt the pres­sure of his 
ex­pect­a­tions-of every­body’s ex­pect­a­tions. For the first time a nervous knot de­veloped 
in her stom­ach. More money than ever was now rid­ing on her. Some of the men, hop­ing to 
re­tire on one roll, were bet­ting everything they had. She didn’t want to con­tem­plate what 
their re­ac­tion might be if the law of per­cent­ages sud­denly caught up with her and she 
rolled a seven. She closed her eyes, whispered a short prayer to her almighty Maker, and then 
tossed the dice.

 “Four!” the stick­man screamed. He jumped up and down, as ebul­li­ent as 
every­one else. “Four! Hard Way four!”

 The cheers that Drew re­ceived were deaf­en­ing, re­sound­ing around the casino 
and caus­ing heads to turn. Men came up and kissed her, so ec­static were they. For a 
mo­ment, she was ab­so­lutely ter­ri­fied they would raise her up on their shoulders and 
parade her around the casino. Tony, who knew that she was sans panties, pre­ven­ted that by 
hug­ging her closely to him.

 The only per­son not cheer­ing was the vile don’t bet­tor. “I can’t fuck­ing be­lieve 
it!” he muttered, shak­ing his head. “Sev­en­teen passes in a row! I just can’t fuck­ing be­lieve 
it!” He grabbed his re­main­ing chips and left in a huff.

 Tony’s hand crawled up Drew’s thigh again. This time he nestled it in between her 
legs, very close to her pussy. “Come on, let’s get out of here,” he whispered in Drew’s ear.

 Drew was in­cred­u­lous. “What? But we’re do­ing so good! We can win more 
money.”

 “I don’t care about money right now.”

 She looked down and saw that he had an enorm­ous erec­tion in his pants. He 
brushed it against her thigh and she shivered.

 “Oh.”

 “I like to end my gambling and be­gin my fuck­ing on a high note,” he ex­plained 
fur­ther.

 Leav­ing his chips for the craps deal­ers to hold for him, Tony began lead­ing Drew 
away. She waved good-bye to all her new friends at the craps table, who first groaned in 
dis­may at her de­par­ture, and then, re­mem­ber­ing their man­ners, gave her a round of 
ap­pre­ci­at­ive ap­plause.

 “Come back soon!” more than a few of them called, and their eyes told Drew that 
they ap­pre­ci­ated her looks as much as her win­ning ways. She flushed.

 As they wound their way through the casino, dodging the slot ma­chines and the 
nickel ladies, Drew saw that Tony was tak­ing her to­wards the front en­trance, not the 
el­ev­at­ors, and be­came con­fused.

 “Aren’t we go­ing up to your suite?” she asked.

 “No. I have some­thing bet­ter in mind.”

 Out­side, a long black lim­ousine was wait­ing. The chauf­feur hopped out and 
opened the back pas­sen­ger door for Drew and Tony, who hopped in. A mo­ment later they 
were driv­ing away.

 “Where are we go­ing?” Drew asked.

 “Don’t know. I just told the driver to take us on a long, scenic tour.”

 “Oh.”

 She looked around the spa­cious in­terior of the limo. It was lav­ishly ap­poin­ted, 
com­plete with an en­ter­tain­ment cen­ter and small bar. A tall bottle of cham­pagne was 
chilling in a bucket of ice; be­side it were two glasses.

 “This is nice,” she said.

 Tony had eyes only for her, how­ever. His gaze was in­tense. “Let me see that pussy 
of yours.”

 “Aren’t we go­ing to toast first?”

 “The toast will come after.”

 Smil­ing, Drew lay back and spread her legs wide for him. He looked her crack up 
and down and whistled.

 “Man, you are juicing!”

 Drew was. She could feel it leak­ing out of her pussy and run­ning down her anus.

 “Are these leather cush­ions as ex­pens­ive as they look?” Drew asked.

 “They are.”

 “They’re go­ing to get ruined.”

 “I’ll pay for the pleas­ure.” His hand came down and stroked one of Drew’s thighs.

 “You have got the most gor­geous thighs I have ever seen on a wo­man, and I have 
seen plenty of thighs in my life­time.”

 “Thank you,” Drew whispered.

 It was the only thing she could come up to say at that mo­ment. Her body was 
in­tensely aware of his hand rub­bing across her soft skin. Every time it came near her 
yearn­ing cunt, it quivered, and sent a small shud­der through­out her body. Be­neath her 
ex­pens­ive black dress she could feel her nipples harden­ing.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­hhh,” she moaned.

 Then her moan turned into a gasp as he thrust two of his fin­gers deep into her 
pussy. Her wet, spongy walls con­stric­ted around them. He stroked in and out of her, 
scratch­ing her G-spot with his nails. Her hips began to squirm as if dis­com­for­ted. Yet it was
a pleas­ant kind of dis­com­fort.

 He kissed her upon the lips, hotly, pas­sion­ately. Hungry to drink him in, she threw 
her arms around his shoulders and crushed him to her bosom. Their tongues slithered into 
each other’s mouths at the same time and in­ter­twined. A warm, wet, sen­su­ous dance was 
per­formed. Saliva and elec­tri­city passed between them. Goose­bumps mul­ti­plied on 
Drew’s skin as erotic chills coursed up and down her spine. She shivered as if sud­denly cold, 
though, in ac­tu­al­ity, her in­sides were boil­ing with lust.

 Tony’s fin­gers came out of her snatch wet to the last knuckles. As he played oral 
games with Drew, he hooked the hem of her dress with his thumb and began lift­ing it up. 
Soon her breasts were re­vealed in all their de­light­ful enorm­ity. Casino chips rolled out and 
scattered on the floor. His eyes went wide in ap­pre­ci­ation as he broke the kiss and took in 
her stun­ning pair. He touched one of her nipples and smeared it with her own juices. Once a 
shiny coat­ing was es­tab­lished, he bent down and sucked it into his mouth.

 “Mmmmmmmmmmm,” he mur­mured, find­ing the taste agree­able.

 “Ah­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh!” Drew gasped.

 His tongue rolled out to sop up every last trace of Drew’s nec­tar. She writhed as if 
be­ing tickled, which was ex­actly the case. Once her tart juices were com­pletely con­sumed, 
Tony’s lips sur­roun­ded and then com­pressed tightly upon her erect bud. He used it as a 
straw to try to suck up Drew’s in­sides. This time, the stim­u­la­tion was too much for her to 
bear. She nearly jerked her tit out of his mouth.

 “Oh, God, Tony, don’t tor­ture me like this! Fuck me! Fuck me!” When he let go of 
her nipple, it was harder and red­der than be­fore. He lif­ted off her dress, fol­ded it, and 
de­pos­ited it neatly on the floor of the limo. Then he began to take off his own cloth­ing, first
un­but­ton­ing his shirt. He moved slowly, cas­u­ally, as if he were get­ting ready for bed, not 
quickie sex. It was too slow and cas­ual for Drew. Her cunt was on fire and only one thing 
could quench it: his big, hard fire hose.

 “Come on, hurry!” she said, al­most scream­ing. She thrust her pussy at him. “Hurry! 
“

 He con­tin­ued un­dress­ing at the same leis­urely pace. His smile in­dic­ated to 
Drew that he was do­ing it just to tor­ment her.

 “All right. I’ll help you.”

 She at­tacked him like a wild thing, tear­ing his shirt open and yank­ing off his 
clothes. Ex­pens­ive fab­ric ripped down the middle, un­re­pair­able by even the best 
seam­stress, but Tony wasn’t angry. He was laugh­ing at how des­per­ate she had be­come.

 Soon he was as na­ked as her. Rather than his cloth­ing, she at­tacked his flesh now.
She kissed him on the mouth, the face, the neck, the nipples, and the belly but­ton. Then she 
found her­self face-to-face with his mon­strous sex or­gan. It bobbed up and down in rhythm 
to his heart­beat. She watched it for sev­eral mo­ments, mes­mer­ized, and then stuck out her
tongue to taste its dome.

 “Je­sus!” Tony muttered, hips jerking. “That stung!” But he didn’t com­plain when 
she did it a second time, and then a third. Fi­nally, Drew opened her mouth wide and 
swal­lowed him whole. Tony moaned and wiggled his hips as her lips slowly worked their way 
down his en­tire length, fi­nally com­press­ing around his hairy trunk. She sucked on his dick 
the way he had sucked on her nipple. Tony felt his balls be­ing drawn in­ward, and he 
be­came scared.

 “Not so hard!” he shouted. “Not so hard! Je­sus! I don’t want to cum now. Do it 
slowly, okay?”

 Drew nod­ded and smiled, his hard meat in her mouth.

 She brought her lips back to the very tip of his penis. Saliva coated the skin where 
her mouth had just been. She circled his knob with her tongue, de­pos­it­ing more thick, 
glisten­ing lub­ric­ant, then plunged down his length again. He shuddered as the in­side of 
her month ex­er­ted in­cred­ible fric­tion. His cock was un­be­liev­ably sens­it­ive, more 
sens­it­ive than it had ever been with a wo­man be­fore, even Sally. He at­trib­uted it to 
Drew’s ex­traordin­ary beauty. Just the sight of her made him want to cum.

 He pre­dicted that he was go­ing to get the best blow job of his life.

 Drew, co­in­cid­ent­ally, was in­tent on do­ing just that.

 Com­press­ing her lips tightly, she pumped him slowly, meth­od­ic­ally. Her lips 
went up and down his hard length, tak­ing all of him in and then re­treat­ing to his very tip. 
On each pass she de­pos­ited more and more saliva, which was gush­ing from her glands as if
her mouth were a second pussy. She needed the lub­ric­a­tion to be able to go down on him. 
His cock stretched her mouth as wide as it could go. It was im­possible to avoid rak­ing him 
with her teeth on each plunge. His small shud­ders re­ver­ber­ated through even her own 
body. She swal­lowed him so deep that his fat knob would tem­por­ar­ily block her air 
sup­ply as it pen­et­rated her throat. Drew kept her­self re­laxed and breathed through her 
nos­trils whenever the chance ar­rived. She suffered the dis­com­fort be­cause his cock felt so
good in her mouth. In­dir­ectly, it stim­u­lated her nipples and clit into greater ri­gid­ity and 
tingling.

 Look­ing up, she could see that Tony’s eyes were closed and his face was 
con­tor­ted in a grim­ace of pain. Yet Drew knew that it was the kind of pain one did not want
to re­treat from. His hands came down to guide her head down his length, ur­ging her to go 
faster. He ad­ded his own small thrusts to her move­ments. Drew could sense an in­cred­ible 
re­straint build­ing up in the muscles which con­trolled his hips. It was as if he were hold­ing 
back to pre­vent him­self from do­ing dam­age to her. She in­creased the’pace of her ef­forts 
a bit, match­ing the need she felt rising in him. His cock grew hot with the fric­tion of her lips 
upon his skin.

 After a few minutes of this, Tony’s need for re­lief over­whelmed his de­sire to 
pro­long the bliss­ful tor­ture.

 “I’m go­ing to cum,” he hissed through grit­ted teeth. “God help me, I’m go­ing to 
cum.”

 “Go ahead, cum.” Drew said. Al­though with his cock in her mouth, it came out as an
in­de­cipher­able mumble.

 “Ah­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh!” Tony yelled, and slammed his cock all the way down 
her throat.

 Drew grasped his waist and held on tightly as his hips bucked back and forth, 
fuck­ing her mouth. She felt spurt after spurt of hot jism strike the back of her throat and slide
down­ward to her stom­ach. She did not at­tempt to swal­low it, she did not at­tempt to even
breathe; his jerky, un­timed move­ments ef­fect­ively pre­ven­ted both.

 Even­tu­ally, his cock slipped out of her mouth and she man­aged to grasp it with 
her hand. It was slick with both of their flu­ids. She swal­lowed hard and gasped for air while 
he at­temp­ted to pen­et­rate her mouth again. She did not al­low him back in­side, 
how­ever. In­stead, she poin­ted his cock down­ward and placed it against her breasts. Tony 
liked this change of venue even more. He jerked his dick up and down her soft, pli­ant orbs, 
fuck­ing them, jig­gling them. Drew kept her grip on it and dir­ec­ted his massive dis­charge 
all over the place, par­tic­u­larly to­wards her nipples. It felt hot on her skin, and she liked 
that.

 When he was done, she sucked the last bit of his cum out of his still pulsat­ing cock 
with her mouth, then licked him clean. She swal­lowed all of his emis­sion, ex­cept what he 
had de­pos­ited on her tits. For the time be­ing, she would leave that there as a trophy.

 Lay­ing back, Tony ex­haled. “Oh, man! That was some­thing else.”

 “So you liked it.”

 “Of course!”

 “Good, but I hope I didn’t drain you dry.”

 “Huh?” Tony asked. Groggy from pleas­ure, his mind wasn’t work­ing too swiftly at 
the mo­ment. “What do you mean?” Drew rose up and sat down on his cock.

 “Umph!” he grunted.

 “Now it’s your turn to fuck me. I want to feel your hot cum in­side me. Do you have 
any left?”

 “Uh.. .I think I can spare a sperm cell or two.”

 “Good. Now get to work, old man.”

 Amaz­ingly, Tony found his semi-limp dick already swell­ing to life in­side her warm,
wet pussy. He had not had such a fast turn-around time since his early youth, when he had felt
a frantic and con­tinual need to fuck any fe­male with a good set of legs. From his seated 
po­s­i­tion, he thrust up­wards with his hips, toss­ing Drew about a half-foot into the air. She 
landed on his hard rod with a splash and a gasp. “Oh!”

 Juice poured out of Drew’s cunt and sat­ur­ated his balls. Tony could hardly be­lieve
the amount of her leak­age. Many wo­men-per­haps most, ac­tu­ally-fucked him for his 
money, but Drew ob­vi­ously wasn’t one of them. As with Sally, there was some real 
at­trac­tion go­ing on. Drew seemed eager to fuck him. That made Tony de­sire her even 
more.

 He thrust into her a second time. She bounced into the air again. Tony was 
cap­tiv­ated by the sight of Drew’s breasts in free-fall. They looked so much more beau­ti­ful 
smeared with his se­men.

 An idea took hold of him.

 He cupped both of her heavy tits and lif­ted them up to her face.

 “Eat them,” he said.

 Drew stared down at one of the nipples be­fore her eyes. As Tony watched, her 
small tongue snaked out and licked off a drop of se­men that was stuck to it.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh,” he groaned.

 He was in­tensely stim­u­lated at the sight of Drew feast­ing of his se­men. It was a 
rare treat for him to watch a wo­man do that. Most wo­men didn’t like the taste of se­men. 
But Drew, like Sally, was spe­cial. Yes, very spe­cial.

 He bucked his hips up and down a few times, mov­ing his swollen shaft in­side her. 
This caused her tits to jiggle in his grasp. She con­tin­ued to lap up his sticky white goo with 
her tongue, re­pla­cing it with a fresh coat of saliva. When she was done with the first tit she 
moved on to the other one. Tony con­tin­ued to watch, be­com­ing more turned on by the 
mo­ment. His dick was so hard he felt it might split apart at the seams. Fi­nally, she slurped up
the last of his emis­sion into her mouth and smacked her lips.

 “Mmmmmm. That was good.”

 Then she kissed him on the mouth.

 “Yuck!” he said, turn­ing his head away.

 Now he un­der­stood why most wo­men didn’t like the taste of se­men.

 “First time, huh?” Drew asked.

 “Yeah, I guess so.”

 “It’s an ac­quired taste. Like cham­pagne.”

 “Be­ing a man, I have no wish to ac­quire that par­tic­u­lar taste.” She laughed at 
him, then kissed him up and down his neck. He didn’t mind that as much, though her lips 
were still sticky with his cum. Her hot breath on his skin sent tick­lish chills down his spine and
raised the hair on the back of his neck. Her nipples felt like pebbles as they dug deeply into his
chest. Still hold­ing her large breasts in his hands, he could feel her heart beat­ing through the
jelly-like tis­sue, caus­ing it to quiver. He squeezed them tightly and was re­war­ded with a 
nice shud­der in her body. She, in turn, squeezed his cock with her strong cunt muscles, and 
he nearly fain­ted with pleas­ure.

 Re­leas­ing him, she lif­ted her ass up so that only the tip of his cock was in­side 
her, then plunged down his en­tire length. He grunted at the wet im­pact, feel­ing his balls 
get splashed with more of her hot juices. Her sweet, fem­in­ine musk waf­ted to his nos­trils 
and he in­haled it deeply. The pher­omones in her nat­ural per­fume-which was so su­per­ior 
to any fra­grance bought in a store, he thought-must have agreed with the re­cept­ors in his 
body be­cause he be­came in­tox­ic­ated by them. Vis­ions of flowery fields and moun­tain 
vis­tas, scenes he found re­lax­ing, swam be­fore his mind’s eye. Then he was jarred from his 
tem­por­ary dream-like state when her cunt lif­ted and slammed down on his shaft again.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh,” he moaned.

 His cock felt so good in her cunt. It chafed him with de­li­cious fric­tion as she rose 
and fell on him again and again, es­tab­lish­ing a steady rhythm. Match­ing his breath­ing to 
her move­ments, his hands fell down to her butt cheeks and helped guide her down­ward 
strokes. Her strong va­ginal muscles con­tin­ued to grip and re­lease him, grip and re­lease 
him. One time, grip­ping him with a par­tic­u­larly crush­ing force that he found damn near 
pain­ful, she for­got to re­lease him and lif­ted him half out of his seat. Yet, mer­ci­fully, his 
well-oiled dick man­aged to slip free.

 She fucked his cock like this for a full minute, never break­ing her stride. Then, 
ab­ruptly, her cunt stopped in mid-stroke.

 “Hey,” she whined, “it seems like I’m the one do­ing all the work, and you’re 
nowhere near to cum­ming.”

 “Give me a break. I’m forty-plus years old, and you just gave me the blow job of my 
life. It’s go­ing to take me a little ex­tra time to cum.”

 She dis­moun­ted and lay back on the black leather cush­ions.

 “Well, if you want to cum, you have to pleas­ure me first. I per­formed oral sex on 
you. Now I want you to re­turn the fa­vor.”

 Tony eyed her in­flamed pussy between her shapely, wide-spread thighs. It dripped 
with her en­ti­cing juices, and he found his mouth wa­ter­ing for a taste of them. This might 
be in­ter­est­ing, he thought. He bent down and touched her clit with his tongue.

 “Oh!” she gasped, squirm­ing. “You’re a sens­it­ive creature, aren’t you?” Tony said.

 “Do it again!” she begged.

 He licked her again. This time his tongue stayed to dance around and around her 
erect or­gan. Drew’s hips, re­spond­ing to an im­pulse bey­ond her con­trol, matched his 
cir­cu­lar move­ments. She was sens­it­ive down there, pain­fully sens­it­ive. Tony’s cock had 
rubbed her clit raw. Yet while one part of her body flinched from the con­tact with his 
pro­vok­ing tongue, an­other part craved for more of it.

 Tony stuck two fin­gers up her va­gina, which im­me­di­ately tightened around 
them.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh,” Drew moaned.

 She was ex­per­i­en­cing nir­vana. Her hips rocked gently back and forth, hump­ing
his two di­gits. He pushed them in and out of her warm, pulpy em­brace, go­ing deeper and 
deeper, match­ing her move­ments. Small shud­ders rocked her body as he con­tin­ued to 
caress her clit with his tongue. She could hear him as he oc­ca­sion­ally slurped up her 
over­flow­ing juices. This sound alone was enough to cause her spine to tingle in erotic 
de­light. Oral sex was al­ways the fast­est path to mak­ing her cum, and she could feel her 
or­gasm build­ing mo­ment by mo­ment.

 She pressed his face closer to her pussy with her hands. He re­spon­ded to her 
si­lent ap­peal by lick­ing her clit faster and faster. He was prov­ing to be quite an ex­pert 
with his tongue, al­most as good as Sally and Beverly. His fin­gers not only found her G-spot, 
they found her en­tire al­pha­bet of pleas­ure zones. Drew moaned and thought about what 
it would be like to have a man and two wo­men fuck­ing her at the same time. Sally could be 
french kiss­ing her, Beverly could be suck­ing on her swollen tits, and Tony could be lick­ing 
her clit or pok­ing her with his big cock. Per­haps Brian could be watch­ing and tap­ing the 
ses­sion with a video cam­era. She shivered as that fantasy took pos­ses­sion of her mind.

 All of her lov­ers in one room to­gether. She wanted it so bad! Her hands came up 
and mas­saged her orbs, knead­ing them like bread dough. Though it had been thor­oughly 
washed, her skin was still sticky from Tony’s jism. Her nipples were tingling with a sup­pressed 
elec­trical charge. Touch­ing them made her clit ring like a bell. She was close to cli­max­ing. 
Her hips began to rock back and forth more ur­gently, re­spond­ing to her fe­ver­ish in­ner 
needs. Soon they were mov­ing bey­ond her con­trol.

 “I’m cum­ming!” she shouted. “I’m cum­ming!”

 “Hold on a second!” Tony said. “Wait for me.” He took his fin­gers out of her and 
threw his body for­ward on top of hers. He jabbed his cock into her cunt just as her or­gasm 
stuck.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­hhh, gaaaaaaaawd!” she cried.

 Her cunt slammed for­ward and tightened around his prick. Mi­ra­cu­lously, she 
squeezed an in­stant or­gasm out of him. He jabbed his cock in and out of her as spurt after 
spurt of se­men erup­ted from the end of it. Drew felt it in­vade her pussy and screamed, 
screamed for the pure joy of it. It felt so blis­ter­ingly, sooth­ingly hot. Meld­ing her body to 
his at the hips, she bucked and thrashed with him in the throes of ec­stasy. It all felt too good 
to her to be true.

 Then it was over.

 Tony col­lapsed on top of her, breath­ing heav­ily. His sweaty flesh stuck to hers. 
Drew idly stroked his back and firm, round but­tocks as she felt his cock grow­ing limp in­side
her. She was just as spent as he was.

 “Now I think its time for that cham­pagne,” she said after she had caught her 
breath. “Yes,” Tony agreed.

 Yet neither one of them had the en­ergy to rise up and go get it.


CHAPTER FOUR­TEEN

 Brian was dis­con­sol­ate again even though he tried hard not to be. After hav­ing 
sex in the shower with his sis­ter, he had ex­pec­ted to spend the rest of the even­ing with 
her. He’d had it all mapped out in his head. They would have din­ner to­gether at a nice 
res­taur­ant, catch a movie or show, gamble in the casino a little, and then re­turn to their 
room for more bed-break­ing love-mak­ing. In short, he had ex­pec­ted their re­la­tion­ship 
to re­turn to the way it had been be­fore-in­ces­tu­ous but es­sen­tially mono­gam­ous. But 
Drew had shattered this dream by telling him she had a date with someone else that night.

 “Who?” he had asked her. “Beverly.”

 “No. It’s a man this time. You re­mem­ber Mr. Pook from the black­jack table.”

 “That mother-fucker?” Drew nod­ded.

 If it had been any­one else, either male or fe­male, Brian might not have been so 
jeal­ous. But Mr. An­thony Pook was a rich man, a very rich man.

 And hand­some. He feared that Drew might all too eas­ily fall in love with him. And, 
Brian thought, if Mr. Pook re­turned that love-not an im­possib­il­ity con­sid­er­ing his 
sis­ter’s spe­cial qual­it­ies-where would that leave him? Alone.

 At first he had tried to raise his spir­its by play­ing black­jack, but that turned out to
be a dis­aster. His con­cen­tra­tion on the game proved to be so lousy that he had quickly 
dropped four-hun­dred dol­lars. This time, the dealer had not been Janet, but a cruel 
sub­sti­tute named Burt who did not be­lieve in giv­ing away the casino’s money. Brian had 
quickly aban­doned that table in fa­vor of a stool at the bar. It was a move that turned out to 
be for­tu­it­ous.

 He was on his fourth rum and coke when he no­ticed the tall, shapely blonde 
ap­proach­ing.

 “Are you Drew’s brother?” she asked, stop­ping her big tits right in front of his face.

 “Uh, yes, how did you know?”

 “You look sort of like her.”

 “Oh. How is it you know my sis­ter?”

 “We’ve had sex to­gether.”

 “I guess I shouldn’t be sur­prised by that,” he said, some­what bit­terly. “It seems 
that every­one’s been hav­ing sex with her lately.”

 “I saw you watch­ing her play craps with Pooky earlier. I came to com­mis­er­ate. 
You’re not the only one who’s lost a lover. Tony just happened to be my beau un­til he 
dumped me yes­ter­day to pur­sue

 Drew.”

 Brian’s eye­brows shot up. “You know about me and Drew be­ing lov­ers?”

 “Oh, yes. She told me everything.” Then she chuckled. “I’m no stranger to in­cest 
my­self. I’ve fucked one of my uncles and two of my cous­ins.”

 “What’s your name?”

 “Sally.”

 Brian thought that he would like to get to know Sally bet­ter. She was one 
fine-look­ing pack­age. He ges­tured at the empty stool be­side him.

 “Would you like to sit down and have a drink with me?”

 “No thanks. But I would like to have sex with you. Drew said it would be all right. 
She wanted me to have sex with you, in fact. Would you like to have sex with me?” Brian, too 
tipsy to be startled by her frank­ness, looked her up and down and gave the pro­pos­i­tion 
some ser­i­ous thought. It took all of two nano­seconds to give her an an­swer.

 “Yes.”

 Sally smiled. “Good. Come along, then. Everything’s ar­ranged.” She grabbed his 
arm and began lead­ing him away.

 “Where are we go­ing? Your room?”

 “No. The river.”

 “The river?”

 “Yes. I’ve al­ways wanted to have sex on the river.”

 “But I can’t swim.”

 “Then don’t fall off the boat.”

 Be­fore there was ever a bridge that spanned the river, ferry boats con­nec­ted the 
res­id­ents of Bull­head City to their jobs in Laugh­lin. The ferry boats were still in use today, 
but mostly as sight­see­ing ves­sels for the tour­ists.

 Brian, des­pite his at­trac­tion to Sally, was re­luct­ant to do her on a boat. He and 
boats never got along. He al­ways wor­ried about them sink­ing.

 “Ex­actly how are we go­ing to ac­com­plish this?” he asked her as they walked 
down the ramp to­wards the dock. “Are we go­ing to steal the boat?”

 “No, silly. I paid the pi­lot to take us on a moon­light cruise. We’ll be the only 
pas­sen­gers.”

 “How much money did it cost you?”

 “None. I paid him with the prom­ise of a blow job later on.”

 “Oh.”

 When they reached the wait­ing boat, the pi­lot was already stand­ing there 
hold­ing the gate-door open for them. He was an eld­erly gen­tle­man with a gen­ial face. He
ig­nored Brian and stared with lust­ful in­tens­ity at Sally’s tall, gor­geous fig­ure.

 “All aboard,” he said, smil­ing.

 Brian and Sally climbed aboard and sat down. The pi­lot quickly cast off the 
moor­ing ropes and star­ted the en­gine. The ac­cel­er­a­tion of the boat pressed the two 
soon-to-be lov­ers back into their seats. Brian, al­ways queasy on the wa­ter, nearly lost his 
stom­ach con­tents.

 “Now what?” he asked.

 “Now we re­move our clothes.”

 “Here? But it’s cold!”

 Which was true. The boat, al­though it had a can­vass top, was not en­closed. The 
on­rush­ing air gen­er­ated by the speed of the boat caused him to shiver.

 But he for­got the cold soon enough when Sally stood up and lif­ted off her dress. 
Sud­denly, as he stared at her na­ked body, with her long legs and pair of stun­ning 
knock­ers, gleam­ing lu­min­ously in the moon­light, he felt very hot.

 “Beau­ti­ful,” he mur­mured.

 “Thanks. Now it’s your turn.”

 Slowly, Brian stood up and began to strip off his gar­ments. First went his shirt, then
his shoes and socks. He held onto the back of his seat to steady him­self as he stepped out of 
his pants. Then he turned around to show­case his buns as he dropped his un­der­shorts to 
the floor. Now it was Sally’s turn to stare at him in ap­pre­ci­ation.

 “Beau­ti­ful,” she mur­mured. “Beau­ti­ful.” Her hand came out to stroke his buns. 
Brian shivered, al­though this time not be­cause he was cold. Sally’s touch was ac­tu­ally quite
warm. It caused elec­tric thrills to race up and down his back­bone.

 A few mo­ments later, when he turned around, he was sport­ing an enorm­ous 
erec­tion. He wanted

 Sally to stroke that with her pro­vok­ing hand as well, but she didn’t. She had 
an­other game in mind. “Sit down,” she ordered.

 Brian obeyed like a good male, sit­ting on the edge of the hard plastic bench. She 
settled down on top of him, her lus­cious thighs pinch­ing his waist, but she did not lower 
her­self all the way. In­stead, she teased him with her cunt, let­ting it hover just above his 
cock. Even though the two or­gans did not meet, he could feel the ra­di­at­ing heat of her 
cunt strik­ing and cook­ing his balls. His cock strained migh­tily to reach her.

 She kissed him on the mouth. As she kissed him, her tits pressed hard into his 
pec­toral muscles. Brian could feel her goose bumps as she rubbed her tits up and down his 
skin. Her nipples were the biggest and hard­est goose bumps of them all. He grappled with 
her mag­ni­fi­cent orbs as he re­turned her pas­sion­ate oral em­brace. Their tongues shot in 
and out of each other’s mouth’s, gen­er­at­ing sparks of lust whenever they made con­tact. 
Power­ful suc­tion held them to­gether as they shuddered from the im­pact of each elec­trical
storm. Des­pite the chill of the night, Brian felt sweat break­ing out all over his body.

 At length, Sally broke the kiss and began lick­ing his face, sort of like a dog licks his 
mas­ter’s face when he’s glad to see him. Only this an­imal was a fe­male, a gor­geous 
hu­man fe­male, and Brian’s lust soared as her soft, warm tongue slithered across his skin, 
eli­cit­ing thrills which made the hair on the back of his neck stand up on end. She 
de­pos­ited abund­ant amounts of saliva, which was dried al­most in­stantly by the wind. His 
face felt both hot and cold at the same time. He sighed, en­joy­ing the pe­cu­liar sen­sa­tion.

 Slowly, as she licked him, Sally lowered her body un­til her cunt lips touched the 
head of his penis. She did not go down on him all the way. But teased him still more by 
gyr­at­ing her cunt around his hard cap. Brian could feel her hot juices run­ning down his 
length to drip off his balls. He shuddered and moaned.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh.”

 He let her tor­ment him this way for a full minute, and then he couldn’t take it 
any­more. He grabbed her waist and slammed her all the way down. He was re­war­ded with 
a nice, fleshy squish.

 “Ah!” she gasped.

 She wiggled from side to side on his hard cock un­til her cunt was fully 
ac­com­mod­ated to it. Then she let out a sigh. For a long mo­ment neither of them moved 
or said a word, pre­fer­ring in­stead to lux­uri­ate in the warmth of their con­nec­tion.

 Fi­nally, Sally asked. “How does my cunt com­pare to Drew’s?”

 “Fa­vor­ably. Very fa­vor­ably.”

 “Do you like fuck­ing Drew even though she’s your sis­ter?”

 “I like fuck­ing her es­pe­cially be­cause she’s my sis­ter.”

 “Do you ever feel guilty?”

 “About the in­cest part of it? Nope.”

 Sally smiled at him, then ab­ruptly thrust down on his cock with her cunt.

 “Ah!” Brian cried.

 “Did that feel good?”

 “Yes. Je­sus Christ, yes!”

 “As good as if your sis­ter had done it?”

 “Well.. . . “

 She thrust down on him again, much harder than be­fore.

 “Yes!” he quickly cried out. “Your cunt feels as good as my sis­ter’s!” ‘”As good?’ 
Don’t you mean bet­ter.”

 “Yes. Bet­ter.”

 “Good. I’m glad you said that.”

 She squeezed his cock with her strong in­ner muscles. Brian groaned as a tor­rent of
hot juice squir­ted out of her pussy, pro­pelled by the con­trac­tion. It ran down the sides of 
his cock and ad­hered to his balls. Soon his balls were com­pletely sat­ur­ated, and yearn­ing 
to squirt some juice of their own.

 In­stinct­ively, he began buck­ing his hips up­ward, fuck­ing her twat from his 
seated po­s­i­tion. She pressed down hard on each of his up­ward strokes, tak­ing him as 
deep as she could. Her tits bumped into his chest as their bod­ies crashed to­gether. Brian’s 
hands were at­trac­ted to them as if by mag­netic force. He squeezed her big orbs and 
mashed them to­gether, de­light­ing in how firm and yet pli­ant they were. They seemed to 
have grown big­ger and hot­ter than just a mo­ment ago. Her in­ner body tem­per­at­ure 
had ob­vi­ously in­creased a notch. All the goose bumps seemed to have melted away from 
her skin. He licked a fin­ger and traced first one nipple and then the other, wet­ting them, 
teas­ing them into even greater ri­gid­ity. She cooed in re­sponse to his del­ic­ate touch, and 
began rock­ing her pel­vis back and forth more rap­idly. Brian could tell that she was on the 
verge of some­thing spec­tac­u­lar.

 Look­ing past her shoulder, he saw that her sounds had at­trac­ted the at­ten­tion 
of the ferry boat pi­lot. His eyes were wide and lech­er­ous as he stared at Sally’s na­ked, 
boun­cing body through the rear­view mir­ror. When he saw Brian star­ing right back at him, 
he quickly looked away-just in time to no­tice and avoid a col­li­sion with a private sports 
boat that was do­ing a little late-night trolling.

 “As­shole!” the owner of the other boat screamed at him, shak­ing a fist. Then his 
jaw dropped in amazement as he saw the na­ked people the ferry boat was car­ry­ing.

 Brian saw all this as it happened but not, ap­par­ently, Sally. She was tuned out from
the world.

 “Oh, God, your cock feels so good in­side me,” she mur­mured.

 Her eyes were closed and her breath­ing was be­com­ing more and more strained. 
Brian could feel her pussy con­vulsing around his dick, a sign that she was ready to cum. Her 
hips rocked back and forth with ever in­creas­ing speed and then ab­ruptly stopped. Her 
whole body went taut with jit­tery ex­pect­a­tion.

 “I think this is it!” she cried. “I think this is it!” She slammed her cunt for­ward and all
of a sud­den she was scream­ing, scream­ing like a mad wo­man re­leased from the lun­atic 
asylum. Her or­gasm was that in­tense. Alarmed, Brian tried to muffle her with his hand, to 
keep her voice from car­ry­ing across the wa­ter and wak­ing up the res­id­ents of two whole 
states, but it was no use. He couldn’t get a hold on her mouth. She was mov­ing all over the 
place, fuck­ing his cock furi­ously while he held it still. He just sat back and watched her, too 
amazed to think about cum­ming him­self.

 When she was fin­ished, she dis­moun­ted and sat down be­side him, breath­ing 
heav­ily.

 “Oh, God, that was in­cred­ible,” she said in between mouth­fuls of air. “I never 
came that hard even with Pooky.”

 “I’m glad to have been of ser­vice to you.” Yet Brian was dis­ap­poin­ted. She had 
cum too fast, be­fore he was ready. His cock was still rock hard and sens­it­ive. He could feel 
Sally’s juices dry­ing on it as the boat chugged along at mod­er­ate speed. He stroked it to 
keep it stand­ing tall.

 “Do you feel like go­ing down on me?” he asked her after a mo­ment.

 She cracked open an eye and glanced down at his cock. “Why do you men al­ways 
in­sist on cum­ming in wo­men’s mouths?”

 “Be­cause we like it.”

 “Oh. Then in that case.. . “

 She stroked his cock with the tip of her fin­ger. Tickled, it flinched from her light 
touch.

 “Je­sus!” Brian gasped.

 She took hold of it more firmly and squat­ted down to stare at it face-to-face. The 
slant­ing light of the full moon cast the tower­ing or­gan in stark re­lief. Hold­ing him by the 
trunk, she cupped his testicles with her other hand and slipped her lips over his bloated knob.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­hhh,” he moaned.

 “Mmmmmmm,” Sally mur­mured, suck­ing hard.

 Brian felt his balls draw­ing in­ward and shuddered. Re­flex­ively, he grabbed the 
back of her head and jabbed his cock for­ward, un­til all of it was in her warm oral cav­ity. 
Caught un­pre­pared, she choked, and he eased back. She de­tached her mouth from him 
and gasped for breath.

 “You have to give me more warn­ing than that!” she said.

 “Sorry.”

 After re­gain­ing her equi­lib­rium, she kissed the apple of his cock again. Her 
tongue slithered out and tasted her own juices on it.

 “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

 Brian, stung by sharp tingles of elec­tri­city, clenched his fists and grit­ted his teeth. 
He tried hard to keep his hips from buck­ing out of con­trol.

 Sally paid no at­ten­tion to the tor­ment she in­duced in him. She was en­joy­ing 
his cock too much. Her mouth traveled up and down it, from the left to the right side, lick­ing 
and kiss­ing him while she gently squeezed and mas­saged his balls with her long fin­gers. 
Brian squirmed as she at­tacked him. His cock, pound­ing to the African drum­beat of his 
heart, grew even harder than it had been be­fore. Her snak­ing tongue sampled every square 
inch of it, as if it was a de­li­cious treat, then went back for second and third help­ings. Soon, 
the sticky re­mains of Sally’s pussy juice were re­placed with a shiny new coat of saliva. Once 
this was ac­com­plished, she slurped her tongue back into her mouth and smacked her lips, 
well-sat­is­fied.

 Brian did not know why she had stopped, but he wel­comed the brief res­pite 
non­ethe­less. “Oh, man,” he sighed. “I didn’t know how much more of that I could take!”

 Ab­ruptly, Sally lip-bit his penis.

 “Fuck!” Brian shouted.

 This time he did lose con­trol of his hips. It had only been a gentle nibble on his tip, 
but it was enough to send shocks waves pound­ing though his body. Auto­mat­ic­ally, he 
tried to get away from her, but she grabbed his cock by the trunk and held on tightly. Her 
mouth traveled down­ward, swal­low­ing him. She con­tin­ued to use her teeth, chew­ing on 
his meat while her tongue caressed the thick veins on his soft un­der­side. It was clear she had
enough strength in her jaws to bite his dick clean off. Brian tried to main­tain con­trol of his 
hips, which were squirm­ing all over the place. He was be­ing deli-ciously tor­tured.

 Fi­nally, Sally had all of him in. Her teeth re­laxed their dan­ger­ous pres­sure on his
base. Brian felt a sense of re­lief.

 “Ah­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh,” he sighed, and wiped per­spir­a­tion from his 
fore­head.

 But Sally was just be­gin­ning. Her hands firmly grasped his waist, which had 
tem­por­ar­ily stilled. She com­pressed her lips tightly and pulled them back to his knob. 
Brian moaned. The fric­tion of her lips on his cock was so in­tense he felt all of his in­sides 
ready to ex­plode out his se­men hole. His cock was still pain­fully sens­it­ive from be­ing in 
Sally’s cunt. A shud­der shot through his body. He grit­ted his teeth, clenched his hands into 
fists, and forced down the need to cum. He wanted to give her more time to work her ma­gic 
on him.

 She went down on him again, then came back up. Soon she was pump­ing him at a 
steady rate. Each stroke was easier than the last one, as more and more lub­ric­at­ing saliva 
got de­pos­ited on his hard shaft. Brian re­laxed him­self to her pace. He now felt bet­ter able
to with­stand her tor­ture. He un­clenched his fists and let his fin­gers play through

 Sally’s short, blonde curls, ad­mir­ing their silky tex­ture.

 He thought about Drew. Was she giv­ing Tony Pook a blow job right now? His 
sis­ter loved to give blow jobs as much as Sally ap­par­ently did. She had once cum while 
giv­ing Brian a blow job, un­need­ful of any other form of stim­u­la­tion. It was like she had a 
clit where her ton­sils should be. Dur­ing her or­gasm, her teeth had clamped down sav­agely
on his cock and she had thrashed around so vi­ol­ently he was afraid she was go­ing to break 
it off at the base. After that scary in­cid­ent, it took Brian sev­eral weeks to work up the 
cour­age to al­low Drew to go down on him again. Since then everything had been fine. Now 
on those rare oc­ca­sions when she felt the need to cum dur­ing oral sex, she just re­placed 
her mouth with her pussy and rode him to a cli­max.

 Thoughts of his sis­ter and her sweet, tan­tal­iz­ing mouth had the ef­fect of 
sweep­ing aside the last of his bar­ri­ers.

 “I’m go­ing to shoot!” he cried, warn­ing Sally. Drew had taught him it was al­ways 
po­lite to tell a wo­man when you were go­ing to cum in her mouth. “I’m go­ing to shoot!”

 Sally held her head very still. Brian’s fin­gers tightened in her curls and he jabbed his
cock all the way down her throat as he erup­ted.

 “Ah­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh!” he cried.

 He bucked his hips back and forth as spurt after spurt of hot jism burst into Sally’s 
mouth. He could feel it en­vel­ope and boil his cock as it filled her up. Sally did not let a single
drop es­cape past her tight-pressed lips. She swirled his se­men around and around with her 
tongue and swal­lowed what she could between strokes. After his ini­tial spurts were over, he 
did not feel the need to pen­et­rate her as deeply, and she took con­trol of the situ­ation. She
grabbed his cock by the base and pulled it out of her mouth. He fucked her fist while she 
rubbed his large, pulsat­ing dome all over her face, dec­or­at­ing it with his se­men. Her long, 
pink tongue snaked out and gobbled up what was in reach. Brian’s cries of ec­stasy reached 
their highest peak yet. He ab­so­lutely loved it.

 Once the throb­bing waves of pleas­ure were over, Brian sank back into his seat and
ex­haled a huge volume of air.

 “Oh, man!” he breathed, shak­ing his head from side to side. “Oh, man! That was 
ex­treme!”

 Sally cleaned his twitch­ing cock with her tongue, lap­ping the last of his sticky 
dis­charge up into her mouth where it be­longed. She smacked her lips when she was done.

 “Did you like that, sweetie?” she asked.

 “Oh, man! You bet­ter be­lieve it!”

 “Can Drew suck your cock bet­ter than me?”

 “No!” he shouted, and at that mo­ment, so soon after his fe­ro­cious or­gasm, it 
was hard to con­vince him­self that he was ly­ing.

 Sud­denly, they were both aware of the pres­ence of an­other per­son. The pi­lot 
stood there be­side them, covered in sweat and shak­ing from head to foot.

 “Ex­cuse me, Miss Sally,” he said to her. “I know you said I’d get my blow job after 
the boat re­turned to dock, but I think I really need it now. Watch­ing you two young ones 
get­ting it on has got­ten me so hard and hot that I’m afraid I’ll shoot off in my trousers, and I
don’t dare do that. My wife will see the stain and kill me.”

 Sally looked to Brian for per­mis­sion. He sat back, crossed his arms, and shrugged.

 “Fine by me.”

 In fact, he was al­ways eager to be a spec­tator to the sport of sex. It was al­most a 
fet­ish with him, really.

 “Okay, Abe,” Sally said to the pi­lot, who was called that, “why don’t you lie on the 
floor and make your­self com­fort­able?”

 Smil­ing hugely, Abe did just that. Sally sat on his legs and pulled his pants and 
un­der­wear down to mid-thigh in one swift move­ment. His cock im­me­di­ately reared 
up-and up, and up, and up. She gaped at its size.

 “My God!” she ex­claimed.

 Abe mis­read her re­ac­tion, think­ing that she was ex­press­ing re­luct­ance. “I 
know it’s kind of big,” he said, sigh­ing. “So I don’t ex­pect you to swal­low all of it. Even after 
forty years of mar­riage, my wife still can’t swal­low all of it. If you can just get half of it in your
mouth, I’ll feel much ob­liged.

 Sally was lick­ing her chops as she stared at his meat. Rather than the shriveled old 
peashooter she had an­ti­cip­ated, he was pack­ing an im­mense can­non. It was at least ten 
inches tall and still grow­ing! The width of his or­gan was just as im­possibly huge. Sally knew 
that there was no way she could ef­fect­ively go down on it with her mouth, but she had a 
sud­den hanker­ing to stuff it in a dif­fer­ent hole.

 “Abe, what you need is not a blow job, but a good, long pussy whip.” His eye­brows 
shot up­ward in pleas­ant sur­prise. “Yes,” he agreed. “Yes, in your pussy might be best.” Sally 
walked for­ward on her knees. Even stand­ing on her knees, Abe’s cock could touch her pussy,
it was that tall. He grabbed his cock and held it mo­tion­less for her as she po­si­tioned her 
cunt over him and slowly sank down­ward, grunt­ing when Abe’s knob reached the back of 
her cunt. She had not swal­lowed all of him, but al­most. His cock stretched her cunt lips wide.
She felt it take up every inch of space in­side her. It was so thrill­ing she al­most or­gasmed 
then and there.

 Abe reached up and pinched her breasts as if to make sure they were real, that any 
of this was real. “Oh, thank you!” he said to her. There were genu­ine tears of grat­it­ude 
shin­ing in his eyes. “Thank you for let­ting me have sex with you! You don’t know how much 
it means to me to have my pecker in­side a beau­ti­ful wo­man. I’ve never fucked a beau­ti­ful
wo­man be­fore. My wife was never beau­ti­ful, even when she was young. She was as ugly as
a wart and still is. Now my wife’s sis­ter, on the other hand, she was-”

 Sally quieted him by pla­cing two fin­gers over his lips. “Hush,” she said. She really 
didn’t want to listen to his old man’s babble about days gone by. She just wanted to fuck his 
huge cock. “Be quiet. Lie still.”

 Abe did just that. He waited with breath­less an­ti­cip­a­tion. Ly­ing flat on the floor
as he was, he really didn’t have enough thrust­ing room to fuck her. He had to wait for her to 
fuck him.

 Sally backed up her hips so that she was more than halfway out of him, held her­self
mo­tion­less for a mo­ment, and then slammed down hard with all the force her young body 
could muster.

 “Oh!” Abe cried. “Oh-ho-ho-hu-eeeeee!” Sally’s face was full of con­cern. “Did that 
hurt you?”

 “Yes!” he whimpered.

 “Do you want me to stop?”

 He shook his head. “No! God, no! Do it again! Do it again!” She did it again. Again 
Abe cried out in pain but begged for more. Sally in­ter­preted his pain to really be pleas­ure. 
He just had a funny way of ex­press­ing it. She began to fuck him in earn­est. She had to 
struggle, though, to fuck all of his cock. Her hips needed to de­scribe a very long arc. See­ing 
this, Abe grabbed her waist and helped to lift her up and down his pole.

 Brian watched from the side­lines, fas­cin­ated. He was not jeal­ous of the old man’s
cock, nor was he per­turbed about be­ing left out of the ac­tion. To his way of think­ing, you 
didn’t have to be a par­ti­cipant to en­joy sex. Just watch­ing it was al­most as ex­cit­ing.

 He slowly stroked his cock as the ac­tion un­fol­ded.

 Abe was old and it took him a long time to cum. By the time he did cum, some ten 
minutes after they had star­ted, Sally had already en­joyed three small but de­li­cious 
or­gasms and was go­ing for a fourth. She screamed when Abe’s hot spunk fi­nally erup­ted 
from the end of his cock. With so little room in her pussy left for it to oc­cupy, his gusher 
nearly shot her up through the can­vass rooftop. She grabbed his arms and some­how held 
on, fuck­ing him all the more furi­ously. Abe groaned as his se­men emp­tied into her twat, 
ex­per­i­en­cing the most in­tense joy of his life.

 Then it was over.

 Sally dis­moun­ted and lay on the floor be­side Abe, breath­ing heav­ily. Her body 
was covered in sweat. She had done most of the work.

 Abe cradled his dick in his hands. Sod­den with both of their emis­sions, it was now 
a long, fleshy rope in­stead of a tower. “Oh, Miss Sally, that was the best sex I ever had. Thank 
you! Thank you! You are so won­der­ful!”

 Brian, jack­ing off, had cum when they had cum, and had amused him­self by 
snip­ing at the sleep­ing ducks on the shoreline as the boat chugged along past them. Then 
he sud­denly frowned. He no­ticed that the shoreline was get­ting closer and closer by the 
mo­ment. A very alarm­ing thought oc­curred to him.

 “Hey,” he said to the other two, “who’s driv­ing this boat, any­way?” The pi­lot sat 
up and slapped his fore­head. “Uh, oh. Damn my old age! I knew I was for­get­ting 
some­thing!” They all screamed and jumped over­board as a large rock loomed be­fore them.


CHAPTER FIF­TEEN

 After sev­eral stormy ses­sions of sex, Tony and Drew had settled into cud­dling 
na­ked in each other’s arms. The con­stant mo­tion of the limo over the rolling land­scape 
lulled them into a light doze, which las­ted for sev­eral glor­i­ous hours.

 Then, in­ex­plic­ably, the vehicle stopped. Both of its pas­sen­gers were 
im­me­di­ately awake.

 “Are we there yet?” Drew asked grog­gily.

 “No,” Tony said. He was an­noyed that they had stopped. “There was no ‘there’ we 
were go­ing to. I told the driver to just keep driv­ing around and around un­til I told him to 
take us back. I’ll fire him if his ex­plan­a­tion isn’t good.”

 He punched the in­ter­com. “Driver, why did you stop? Did we run out of fuel? Did 
we break down?”

 “No, sir,” came the reply from the speaker.

 “Then why did you stop?”

 “Please step out­side.”

 “What?”

 “Please step out­side, sir. You’ll see why I stopped.”

 “Are you go­ing to open the door for us?”

 “No. That might spoil it.”

 Puzzled, Tony tried to look out the win­dows, but of course he couldn’t see 
any­thing. The win­dows were so heav­ily tin­ted that at this time of night they were 
prac­tic­ally blacked-out. So, some­what miffed, he opened the door him­self and stepped 
out­side. Drew fol­lowed.

 “Oh,” he said, im­me­di­ately see­ing why the driver had stopped. He for­got his 
an­ger at him.

 They were parked on the rim of the Grand Canyon. The full moon hovered just 
above it, bathing the land­scape in its soft, sil­ver light.

 “Beau­ti­ful!” Drew breathed. “Ab­so­lutely beau­ti­ful!”

 “Yes,” Tony whispered.

 “I don’t think you should fire the limo driver.”

 “No. I’ll give him a raise in­stead. I like a man who has ini­ti­at­ive.” Still na­ked, they
walked over to the edge of the cliff and stared down into the vast, eroded pit in the earth that 
was one of the great scenic won­ders of Amer­ica. Far be­low, Drew could see the bright, 
wind­ing rib­bon of the Col­or­ado River, lifeblood of so many cit­ies in Nevada, Ari­zona, and
Cali­for­nia. The beauty and grandeur of it took her breath away.

 “At times like these I wish I could fly.”

 “Yes,” Tony agreed.

 She flapped her arms, try­ing to take off. He laughed at her. Then he stopped 
laugh­ing as he caught sight of her breasts, which were rising and fall­ing with her 
move­ments. He was cap­tiv­ated by them. They were far grander than the Grand Canyon.

 He cupped her ass with one hand. She ceased her ef­forts at flight and looked at 
him, no­ti­cing that he had an erec­tion.

 “Are you ready for sex again?”

 “You look beau­ti­ful stand­ing there with the moon and stars and earth as your 
back­ground.”

 Drew said noth­ing. The sight of his erec­tion caused a warm tingling sen­sa­tion to 
spread through­out her body. Her heart was pound­ing and her breath­ing was com­ing fast. 
Her cunt began to lub­ric­ate it­self in pre­par­a­tion for be­ing fucked.

 Tony walked her back to the limo. But in­stead of reen­ter­ing it, he laid her back on
the hood and spread her legs apart.

 “Isn’t the chauf­feur go­ing to see?” Drew asked.

 “Let him. I want the whole world to see how beau­ti­ful you are right now.” Then he 
im­paled her with his dick.

 “Oh!” she cried.

 She squirmed on the end of his prod, her cunt de­li­ciously tor­tured. The air was 
cool but his cock was hot, blis­ter­ing hot. Des­pite how much it burned her, she yearned for 
every square inch of it.

 Tony began to slowly thrust it in and out of her. Yet only half his mind seemed to be 
on the busi­ness of hav­ing sex. He stared up at the glor­i­ous ex­panse of stars over­head as 
his hips moved on auto­pi­lot. His ex­pres­sion was thought­ful.

 “You know,” he’ said, “ever since I first met you, I’ve been get­ting strange 
thoughts.”

 “What kind of strange thoughts?” Drew asked, gasp­ing.

 “Thoughts of set­tling down, ac­tu­ally. Of get­ting mar­ried and rais­ing kids. Of 
lead­ing a nor­mal life.”

 “You lead­ing a nor­mal life? Those are strange thoughts.”

 “Yes. Very strange.”

 Drew moaned as a par­tic­u­larly pleas­ant spasm coursed through her body. Tony, 
sens­ing her build­ing or­gasm, picked up the pace a little. He lif­ted his hips slightly on each 
in­ward stroke, chaf­ing her sens­it­ive clit.

 “Why, all of a sud­den, after all these years, do you yearn for the mar­ried life?” 
Drew asked after a long mo­ment.

 “Old age, I guess, per­haps re­lated to a mid-life crisis. Lately, I’ve been get­ting 
bored with life-or at least the way I’ve been lead­ing it. In the last year, I must have fucked a 
hun­dred dif­fer­ent wo­men, and while I en­joyed my time with them, none of them left me 
feel­ing com­plete. They were all dis­pos­able. You, how­ever, are dif­fer­ent. I have a spe­cial 
at­trac­tion to you. It’s like I’ve waited my whole life for you to come along.”

 “Really?”

 “Yes. It’s odd, but you re­mind me of someone I once knew, someone I once 
loved-the only wo­man I ever loved. Per­haps that’s be­cause you both look a-like. You’ve got 
the same eyes, same hair, same mouth, same thighs-same ex­traordin­ar­ily sexy thighs. In 
fact, though I can’t quite ex­plain it, some­thing about you re­minds me of my­self as well. I 
feel as though you’re a part of me, and have al­ways been.”

 “Really?”

 “Yes, really.”

 “That’s strange.”

 “I know. Very strange.”

 They were both si­lent for a long time-si­lent, that is, ex­cept for their strained 
breath­ing, and the metal­lic squeak of the limo’s front shock ab­sorbers. Fi­nally, Tony spoke 
up.

 “Drew, I know I’m much older than you, but would you like to be a part of my 
life-not just for to­night, not just for to­mor­row, but for forever?”

 Drew could hardly be­lieve what her ears were hear­ing. Of course she knew what 
he was get­ting at.

 “Are you pro­pos­ing mar­riage to me?”

 “I think I am. Do you ac­cept?”

 Her mouth answered be­fore her brain even had a chance to think about it. “I think I
do-ah­h­h­h­hhh!”

 She gasped as his cock swelled to twice its nor­mal size and shot hot cum into her 
pussy. She was startled be­cause he had given her no warn­ing, either verbally or phys­ic­ally. 
In fact, he had been fuck­ing her so lan­guidly, he seemed just as sur­prised by his or­gasm as
she was. His hips raced to catch up with the throb­bing sen­sa­tions which coursed along tlid 
length of his cock. Spurt after spurt of se­men filled up Drew’s cunt. She matched his buck­ing
move­ments as she ex­per­i­enced her own swift but mild cli­max.

 When he was fin­ished, Tony with­drew and leaned back against the limo. He was 
pant­ing only a little. Drew squat­ted down and cleaned the jism off his rap­idly de­flat­ing 
or­gan with her tongue, mak­ing small, suck­ing noises. He con­tin­ued to stare up at the 
stars, think­ing. She was think­ing as well-about chil­dren, and the ex­cit­ing pos­sib­il­it­ies 
of mar­ried life.

 “When do you want to have the wed­ding?” she asked between licks.

 “To­mor­row.”

 “So soon?”

 “So soon. I can’t wait to be­gin our hon­ey­moon.” Drew shivered as she 
an­ti­cip­ated what that would be like.


CHAPTER SIX­TEEN

 It was amaz­ing to Drew how cer­tain wishes could come true. Here she was in the 
same room with all of her lov­ers-Brian, Tony, Sally, and Beverly. Only it wasn’t a room but the 
cabin of a small Lear­jet, hurt­ling through the sky at over five hun­dred miles per hour. It was 
late in the day and the plane was circ­ling over the Grand Canyon, provid­ing a spec­tac­u­lar 
view of the sun­set tak­ing place in the west. Tony had ar­ranged this charter flight as a 
cel­eb­ra­tion of his mar­riage to Drew.

 Drew caressed the ring on her fin­ger lov­ingly. The ring was a beau­ti­ful thing 
con­struc­ted of dia­monds and gold. By Tony’s stand­ards it was cheap, cost­ing only 
eight-thou­sand dol­lars, but it was the best he could find on such short no­tice. The same 
was true with the wed­ding ce­re­mony, which took place in a small chapel across the river in 
Bull­head City. (A little-known fact: you can get mar­ried just as quickly in Ari­zona as you can 
in Nevada.) Speed was the es­sen­tial factor in all of his choices, for he was eager to be­gin 
the next phase of his life. He prom­ised Drew he would get her a bet­ter ring and ar­range a 
far grander ce­re­mony at a later date.

 To Drew neither of those two things were im­port­ant. She was just happy to be 
mar­ried. She could now be­gin to raise a fam­ily and live a nor­mal, stable life, the type of life
she had been de­prived of as a child grow­ing up with an aim­less, al­co­holic mother and no 
father. She didn’t real­ize how hungry she was for that kind of life un­til now.

 “Smile every­one!” Brian said, turn­ing on the video cam­era that Tony had bought 
and pan­ning it around.

 Every­one smiled and raised their cham­pagne glasses to him in sa­lute.

 Be­neath the seem­ing hap­pi­ness, how­ever, sexual ten­sion per­vaded the small 
cabin. This was the only thing which threatened to spoil Drew’s good mood. Though Brian 
went to great pains to hide it, she could tell that he was hurt­ing in­side. He had not been in 
fa­vor of her mar­riage to Tony. The same could be said for Sally, who had choked back tears 
through­out the ce­re­mony. They had both lost the only lov­ers they really cared about. Sally,
in par­tic­u­lar, clung to Brian’s arm as if afraid of los­ing him as well.

 Tony seemed un­com­fort­able with Sally’s pres­ence, al­though he had not once 
voiced an ob­jec­tion to it. In fact, his eyes of­ten strayed to her when she wasn’t look­ing. 
Drew wondered if he still har­bored some de­sire for her. If so, she neither blamed him nor 
felt threatened. Drew knew from firsthand ex­per­i­ence what an in­cred­ible sexual dy­namo 
the blonde was. Who wouldn’t want to fuck her?

 Beverly, hav­ing no deep emo­tional at­tach­ments to any­one, was per­haps the 
only per­son not af­fected by the ten­sion. In fact, she seemed amused by all the furt­ive 
looks and false good cheer, and was rap­idly turn­ing out to be the life of the party. When 
Brian’s video cam­era came to her, she par­ted her vest and flashed her tits at him.

 “Here, Brian, save this for pos­ter­ity.”

 Startled by her temer­ity, Brian jerked up­right in his seat, smash­ing his head on 
the air­plane’s low, curving ceil­ing.

 “Ow!” he muttered, rub­bing the sore spot.

 “Bravo, Beverly! Bravo!” Tony said, ogling her. “Small but very ap­peal­ing. I’d clap, 
but both my hands are presently in use.”

 Tony’s right hand was hold­ing a glass of cham­pagne, from which he was get­ting 
pleas­antly drunk, while his left hand was nestled in its fa­vor­ite spot-between Drew’s na­ked 
thighs.

 What is it about men and my thighs? Drew thought. They al­ways feel a con­stant 
need to touch them.

 Beverly closed her vest but left it un­buttoned. “Any­one for a game of strip poker?”
she asked.

 Drew could tell that Beverly was try­ing to arouse her-and to arouse Sally as well. 
She was suc­ceed­ing on both counts.

 “That sounds like a won­der­ful idea!” Sally said. Her eyes had fallen in love with the 
little cock­tail wait­ress from the start. “Brian, do you have some play­ing cards?”

 Quickly, Brian searched through all of his pock­ets for a deck. “No,” he re­por­ted, 
heart­broken. He was good at poker, and would have liked to have stripped these three 
gor­geous wo­men of all their clothes.

 Tony re­moved his hand from between Drew’s thighs. “We don’t need cards,” he 
said. “Drew, why don’t you go sit be­side your friend over there?” He lif­ted her to her feet 
and gave her a gentle push.

 Drew in­stantly un­der­stood what Tony wanted. Des­pite some men­tal 
re­ser­va­tions, her loins quivered with sud­den long­ing. He wanted her to have sex with 
Beverly, right there in front of every­one. Drew agreed that it was per­haps the only way to 
liven up this oth­er­wise dull party.

 But was Beverly will­ing? Per­haps her raunchi­ness had only been a tease, meant to
en­tice Drew to have sex with her at a later time, not now. Dur­ing their first en­counter, she 
had not seemed pleased to have Brian there watch­ing.

 Not quite sure what to ex­pect, Drew crossed the aisle and sat down be­side the 
small, raven-haired beauty.

 “Hi,” she said to her, smil­ing shyly.

 Beverly re­turned her smile with a bolder one. “Hello there, sweetie. Glad you could 
make it.” Set­ting down her glass, she placed one hand on Drew’s shoulder and an­other on 
her thigh, tak­ing pos­ses­sion of her.

 Where they sat was quite com­fort­able. The in­terior of the cabin was modeled 
more after a busi­ness lounge than a com­mer­cial air­liner. Though there were a few 
in­di­vidual pas­sen­ger seats up front, needed for take off and land­ing, all of the 
oc­cu­pants now sat in low settees in the rear of the plane. Drew thought that the settees 
were per­fect for fuck­ing on.

 To make small talk, she said, “I bet you were sur­prised when I called you up and 
told you I was get­ting mar­ried, huh?”

 Beverly’s eyes roamed freely up and down Drew’s ripe young body, tak­ing in her 
ex­traordin­ary beauty, while her hand began to ex­plore the thigh it had cap­tured. She 
licked her lips as if in pre­par­a­tion for a feast.

 “Sur­prised that you would at­tract the eye of a rich man and get him to pro­pose? 
Hardly. You’ve got the body to woo even the Pope away from his throne of bach­el­or­hood. 
Sur­prised that you would ask me to be at the ce­re­mony and re­cep­tion? Yes.”

 Drew’s heart caught in her throat as Beverly’s hand came tan­tal­iz­ingly close to 
her cunt, strok­ing the warm, vel­vety skin of her in­ner thigh.

 “Well, we needed you as a wit­ness,” she said, find­ing it dif­fi­cult to speak past her 
heart, which was beat­ing fast and hard. “I have few other friends here in Laugh­lin.”

 “Friends? Oh, come on, cu­tie. We’re much more than just friends.” Ab­ruptly, 
Beverly kissed Drew on the mouth and stuck four fin­gers up her va­gina.

 “Damn!” Drew ex­claimed, startled, the sound muffled by the other wo­man’s lips.

 Im­me­di­ately, Tony and Sally leaned in closer to watch what en­sued between the 
two wo­men, while Brian sat down on the floor to get a bet­ter angle for his cam­era.

 “Go, Beverly!” he shouted, lend­ing en­cour­age­ment. “Fuck her, fuck her, fuck 
her!”

 Drew shuddered as Beverly’s fin­gers plunged deeper and deeper into her pussy, 
plow­ing in­sist­ently through hot, spongy flesh that con­trac­ted around them. The little dyke
knew ex­actly how to tor­ment her. Her middle fin­ger zer­oed in on Drew’s G-spot, 
mas­sa­ging it with an artist’s skill, while her thumb danced around and around her erect clit. 
Pain­fully tickled, Drew’s hips bucked and writhed, while her hands held on tightly to Beverly’s 
waist. She wore no un­der­wear to en­cum­ber Beverly’s ef­forts. She had not worn 
un­der­wear for the past two days. With so many fin­gers and tongues and cocks find­ing 
their way to her pussy re­cently, she no longer saw the point.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh,” she moaned, a sound that came out her nose be­cause 
Beverly’s tongue oc­cu­pied her mouth, bat­tling it out with her own.

 “Take off her dress, Beverly,” Brian ordered, wear­ing his dir­ector’s cap. “I want to 
see her tits!”

 Beverly did as in­struc­ted, but only be­cause she had the same idea in her head 
any­way. With one swift move­ment, she lif­ted off Drew’s dress and flung it aside. Brian 
whistled as his sis­ter’s large, suc­cu­lent orbs were re­vealed. They were of such per­fect 
shape and quant­ity. Drew was com­pletely na­ked now ex­cept for her high heels, which she 
re­moved her­self by kick­ing them off. Already a thin ven­eer of sweat had formed on her 
breasts and belly, mak­ing them shim­mer erot­ic­ally in the golden rays of sun­light which 
spilled in through the win­dows. Her nipples were hard and erect and ap­pet­iz­ing to 
be­hold.

 Brian didn’t have to tell Beverly what to do next.

 Without miss­ing a beat, she at­tacked those nipples, lick­ing and suck­ing them. 
Drew moaned and cradled Beverly to her bosom like a feed­ing in­fant. Only this in­fant 
car­ried a punch. Without warn­ing, Beverly pushed Drew back and shot her fist up into her 
cunt. Drew gasped, caught totally by sur­prise. Look­ing down, she was amazed to see half of 
Beverly’s fore­arm bur­ied in her snatch. Beverly’s hand and fore­arm were small enough in 
dia­meter to pen­et­rate her like a cock, and im­me­di­ately she began us­ing it like one, 
thrust­ing it in and out of Drew’s pussy in a rhythmic fash­ion. Drew was so ex­hil­ar­ated that
the flood gates of her pussy opened up. Juice poured out of her in a de­luge.

 “Je­sus,” Tony muttered. He was in­tensely turned-on at the sight of his bride be­ing
fucked by an­other wo­man. His dick was so hard it threatened to rip a hole in his pants. He 
began to take them off.

 Brian could no longer hold the cam­era steady. His hands were shak­ing too much. 
Ad­di­tion­ally, the heat of his per­spir­a­tion and heavy breath­ing caused the view­finder to 
fog up. But he didn’t care. Even if noth­ing re­cor­ded on tape, he was still hav­ing the time of
his life.

 Drew fucked the hand in­side her just as much as it fucked her. Her hips found a 
mu­sical groove, swinging back and forth at an ever in­creas­ing tempo. Fric­tion was al­most 
nul­li­fied by her vo­lu­min­ous se­cre­tions, which soaked the sofa she was ly­ing on more 
surely than if she had ur­in­ated on it. It really felt as though she had a cock in­side her-a cock
with an over­sized head. Drew’s va­gina tried to swal­low it each time it drove into her, but 
al­ways it man­aged to slip free again. Her clit was swollen and aching, crav­ing re­lease.

 “Oh­h­h­h­h­h­hhh,” Sally moaned, watch­ing.

 The poor wo­man was in an aroused state. She had slipped out of her un­der­wear 
and was now fin­ger­ing her pussy, but soon she tired of her solo ef­forts. See­ing Beverly’s 
ass sway­ing just a few feet away, how­ever, gave her a de­li­cious idea. Get­ting down on her 
hands and knees, she lif­ted up Beverly’s miniskirt and tore off her flimsy lace panties with a 
loud snap of the thong. Then she stuck her long tongue all the way up the small wo­man’s 
anus.

 “Oh!” Beverly cried.

 In­stinct­ively, she jerked away from Sally’s tongue. Things were sup­posed to come 
out of her anus rather than go in. But then she thought bet­ter of it and slammed her ass 
back­wards into Sally’s face, beg­ging for her hot, slip­pery or­gan to enter her again. Sally 
com­plied, prob­ing deeply and rhyth­mic­ally, fuck­ing Beverly’s ass with her tongue while 
one hand came up to play games with her clit. Beverly moaned and shivered, her body 
un­able to di­gest all the de­lect­able stim­uli in one help­ing.

 Brian panned the cam­era back and forth from Drew’s pussy to Beverly’s ass. He 
couldn’t de­cide which ac­tion he wanted to con­cen­trate on the most. Both were mak­ing 
his heart pound and his blood boil. Fi­nally, he just zoomed out to a wide shot and left it at 
that.

 Tony didn’t stop at his pants. He re­moved the rest of his clothes as well. Na­ked 
now, he crossed over to the other settee and sat down be­side his bride. He stroked her long 
brown hair and fondled her breasts and belly. She moaned in re­sponse to his gentle caresses,
and turned her head to re­ceive a kiss from him. Then, un­able to sup­press his ur­gent need 
any longer, he grabbed her waist and pulled her back­ward to­ward his cock. Beverly had no 
choice but to let her go. Once Tony had Drew prop­erly po­si­tioned on all fours, he stabbed 
his dick deep into her cunt.

 “Oh!” she cried, squirm­ing.

 “Did you like that, honey?”

 “Yes!”

 “Want more.”

 “Yes! Oh, yes!”

 “Only if you prom­ise to make a baby for me.”

 “I will! I will!”

 Tony backed up his hips and slammed into her again. His cock gored her even 
deeper than be­fore. Drew’s thighs quivered un­der the im­pact. She gasped. The force spread
through­out her body and af­fected all her soft parts. Her tits swung wildly to and fro, 
ri­co­chet­ing off each other, mov­ing in their own sep­ar­ate or­bits. Tony did not give them 
a chance to come to a stop. He began fuck­ing Drew at a furi­ous pace.

 Sally had taken her tongue out of Beverly’s ass. Now the two were kiss­ing and 
help­ing each other to dis­robe. Once they were both com­pletely na­ked, Sally laid Beverly 
on her back, par­ted her legs with her knees, and moun­ted her. Such was the dis­par­ity in 
height between the two wo­men that Beverly found her mouth at one of the blonde’s large 
nipples. She im­me­di­ately began suck­ing on it.

 “Mmmmmmmm,” she mur­mured, en­joy­ing its salty taste. Then the treat was 
jarred out her mouth as Sally thrust down hard with her pussy, try­ing to pen­et­rate her with 
her erect clit. The wet kiss of their cunt lips sent an elec­tric thrill ra­cing through Beverly’s 
pel­vis, which made her yearn to cum. She found Sally’s nipple again and clamped down on it 
hard with her teeth. Sally gasped, but did not try to take it back. The nipple traveled back and 
forth with Beverly as the blonde humped her stead­ily.

 By now, Brian was no longer con­tent to be an ob­server. His cock was on fire with 
de­sire and needed to be quenched. Drop­ping the bur­den­some cam­era, he hur­riedly 
shucked off his clothes and jumped right into the fray. Pre­oc­cu­pied with each other, neither
Beverly nor Sally wanted him as a third part­ner, but Drew had her mouth open and wait­ing 
for him. He stuffed his hard dick right into it, and felt her soft, warm tongue em­brace him.

 “Ah­h­h­h­h­hhh,” he sighed, now at peace with the uni­verse.

 “Mmmmmmmmmmm,” Drew hummed, feel­ing the same way. She savored the 
unique ex­per­i­ence of hav­ing two cocks in her at the same time.

 Brian then began to fuck her mouth.

 Beverly was the first among them to cum. She let go of Sally’s nipple and screamed, 
screamed as if she wanted the en­tire world to hear. The sen­sa­tions in­side her were just too
much to keep pent up.

 Hot, jolt­ing waves of elec­tri­city, ori­gin­at­ing from her clit, shot through her 
body, cours­ing along every sens­it­ive nerve, caus­ing her to buck and thrash out of con­trol.
Sally was not far be­hind her in cum­ming, and soon the two of them were un­du­lat­ing in 
or­gas­mic bliss.

 Tony watched Brian driv­ing his cock in and out of Drew’s mouth and frowned. Drew
had let it slip out this morn­ing that he was her brother as well as her lover. This is not what 
caused Tony to frown, how­ever. He was troubled by some­thing else, namely how un­can­nily
fa­mil­iar Brian looked to him. It was the same sense of deja vu he had ex­per­i­enced last 
night with Drew, as if he had met the young man be­fore but didn’t quite know where. How 
old was Brian? He wondered. Twenty-four? Twenty-five? Now that he thought about it, Brian 
looked re­mark­ably like him­self when he was that age. In fact, if you gave him darker hair 
and eyes, and a more somber look, he was a dead ringer. Tony’s mind made a start­ling 
con­nec­tion.

 “Drew, what’s your maiden name?”

 She took Brian’s penis out of her mouth to an­swer.

 “At­wood,” she gasped.

 “Was your mother’s first name Kathy?”

 Drew turned around to look at him. “Yes. How did you know?” Tony’s dick 
im­me­di­ately stopped mov­ing in her cunt. “Be­cause I knew her. Drew, your mother is the 
wo­man I told you about, the one I fell in love with and al­most mar­ried. That was a long 
time ago. I used to bounce Brian on my knee when she was preg­nant with you.” Drew was 
slow to see the im­plic­a­tions, mainly be­cause she didn’t want to. “What are you say­ing, 
Tony?”

 “I’m that say­ing I’m your father, Drew.”

 “Oh, God.”

 “Yes.”

 “Oh, God.”

 “Yes. We’ll have to get an an­nul­ment-im­me­di­ately.”

 “No, no. That’s not what I mean. I mean, OH, GOD, I THINK I’M 
CUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMI­ING!” Drew couldn’t stop her­self. Un­ex­pec­tedly, the 
rev­el­a­tion made her ex­per­i­ence the most in­tense or­gasm of her life. She screamed as it
took pos­ses­sion of her body. She drove her cunt back­wards along the length of Tony’s 
cock. He grunted at the force of the blow. Then he was cum­ming right along with her, 
shoot­ing his hot jism deep into her snatch. At first he tried to with­draw, real­iz­ing that he 
was com­mit­ting in­cest, but Drew reached back with her hands and grabbed his butt cheeks,
hold­ing him in her. Tony sur­rendered to her wishes, and to the wishes of his body. He raced 
his hips back and forth to catch up with the pulsa­tions in his cock. He, too, was 
ex­per­i­en­cing quite a mo­ment­ous or­gasm, one of the best he had had in a long time. He
had to ad­mit, there was some­thing ex­cit­ing and ma­gical about hav­ing his cock in his 
daugh­ter’s pussy, shoot­ing it full of spunk.

 Brian, see­ing his sis­ter and father in such a bliss­ful state, was un­able to rein in his
own im­pulses. He stuffed his cock back into Drew’s mouth and made a mad dash to reach 
or­gasm. Sens­ing his com­pel­ling need. Drew de­cided to help the pro­cess along, even 
though she was al­most crippled by the spasms Which con­tin­ued to rock her body. On one 
of his in­ward strokes, she grabbed his cock and sucked on it with all her might, while at the 
same time tightly squeez­ing his balls with her other hand. It did the trick. She felt his cock 
swell to twice its nor­mal size, and then spurt after spurt of thick se­men was ex­plod­ing in 
her mouth.

 “Ah­h­h­h­h­h­h­hhh!” he cried.

 Drew hummed hap­pily to her­self as she swal­lowed his emis­sions, pump­ing his 
cock for more of the hot, de­li­cious fluid. Hav­ing her mouth and cunt fucked at the same 
time was a fantasy come true. Hav­ing it done to her by her brother and father in­tens­i­fied 
her pleas­ure.

 Oh, what a won­der­ful thing in­cest was! Drew, Brian, and Tony slowly came down 
from their high to­gether, as a fam­ily should. Once the last of their or­gas­mic spasms left 
their bod­ies, they fell away from each other and lay pant­ing in their own pools of sweat. 
They res­ted for a full ten minutes, none of them able to say a word to each other bey­ond a 
breath­less gasp. When Drew fi­nally opened her eyes and looked up, it was to see Beverly 
and Sally sit­ting on the edge of their seat, look­ing at the three of them in amazement.

 “Man, Drew,” Beverly said, “where can I get me a fam­ily like yours?” Drew licked the
cum off her lips and smiled.


CHAPTER SEV­EN­TEEN

 “Hit me, baby. Hit me.”

 The dealer hit Brian.

 “Oh, yeah!” he whooped.

 He now had twenty and stood on it. The dealer, the same sour-faced man who had 
taken him for four hun­dred dol­lars a couple of weeks ago, bus­ted out and began pay­ing 
Brian. He stacked up ten new black chips be­side his ori­ginal bet. Since one thou­sand 
dol­lars was the max­imum bet, Brian could not let all of it ride, so he gave the win­nings to 
Drew to put in her purse. There was no more space on the table in front of him for more chips.

 “How we do­ing so far?” he asked.

 Drew did a quick men­tal cal­cu­la­tion. “I think we’re over sixty grand. Want to 
quit?”

 “Not on your life!”

 The dealer dealt the next hand. Brian turned over his cards and then dropped them 
on the table as if they were too hot to touch.

 “Black­jack!” Drew shouted, pleased.

 The dealer muttered some­thing un­der his breath as he began pay­ing Brian. Brian 
leaned back in his chair and breathed out as if he had just taken a good, long drag from a 
joint. He was happy.

 “I could get used to this busi­ness of win­ning,” he said.

 “Me too.”

 A cock­tail wait­ress came walk­ing by. “Drinks, any­one? Drinks.”

 “Hi, Beverly.”

 “Hi, Drew. Hi, Brian. My, my, it looks like you’re do­ing well.”

 “I’ll do even bet­ter with a rum and coke.”

 “I’ll make a note of it. Any­thing for you, doll?”

 “Yes. A coke without the rum,” Drew said. “Did you just come on shift?”

 “Yep.”

 “We’ll have to get to­gether for a party later.”

 “I’m in fa­vor of that. Where and when?”

 “I don’t know yet. Pooky hasn’t told us. Maybe At­lantic City. Maybe Monte Carlo. 
Maybe to­night. Maybe to­mor­row.”

 “Well, you have my num­ber.”

 She went off to get the drinks. An­other hand was dealt. An­other hand was won. As
Brian raked in his win­nings, the dealer stopped the game and called for more chips. The pit 
boss, more sour-faced than the dealer, de­livered them very re­luct­antly.

 Brian now had the lux­ury to think about other things. He glanced down at his 
watch. “What could be keep­ing those two so long?” he wondered out loud.

 “Sex, most-likely.”

 No sooner had Drew spoken than Tony and Sally ap­peared on the ho­ri­zon, arms 
wrapped around each other’s waists. They saw the brother and sis­ter at the black­jack table 
and im­me­di­ately steered to­ward it.

 “Are you put­ting that twenty grand I lent you to good use, Son?” Tony asked.

 “Yes, Dad. I can re­pay you now if you like.” Tony waved his hand in a dis­missive 
ges­ture. “Don’t worry about it. Keep it. Twenty grand is small change to me. Con­sider it the 
child sup­port I never paid your mother.” Sally kissed him on the lips. “Aw, you’re such a 
sweet­heart, Pooky. I can’t wait to start mak­ing your ba­bies. They’ll be sweet­hearts too.” He 
re­turned her kiss with fer­vor. One hand slid up un­der her skirt to mas­sage her pussy as he 
sucked on her lips. On that hand was a gold wed­ding ring, sim­ilar to Sally’s but without the 
huge dia­mond. He and Sally had got­ten hitched in Las Ve­gas two days ago, after he’d 
an­nulled his mar­riage to his own daugh­ter. Drew didn’t mind. She and Tony still fucked 
around when the mood hit them, just as Brian and Sally did. After all, it was all in the fam­ily! 
Brian turned at the sound of shuff­ling cards. The chip tray had been re­plen­ished with black 
and or­ange chips. He no­ticed that he had a new dealer.

 “Janet.”

 She tapped the name tag on her left breast. “Cindy,” she cor­rec­ted. “Janet works at
the Yel­low Rose, re­mem­ber?”

 “Oh. Sorry.” Then he looked at her closely. “How does your ass feel?” She smirked at 
him. “Lonely. It misses your cock.” Yes, Brian thought, that’s Cindy, all right.

 She dealt him two tens. He split them and re­ceived two aces. He won both hands.

 “Seems like I can’t lose today.”

 “Lucky you,” Cindy said.

 Drew saw the looks that passed between Cindy and Brian and felt a twinge of 
jeal­ousy. She leaned in close and whispered in her brother’s ear.

 “Brian, I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me right now.” He stood up 
im­me­di­ately and took his bet back. “Sorry, Cindy, but I have to go. Nature calls.

 “Dad, sorry about our din­ner plans. You will look after my chips, won’t you?”

 “Mmmmmm-hmmmm,” Tony mur­mured, his mouth still at­tached to Sally’s.

 Hand in hand, Brian and Drew began to walk, then run, to­wards the el­ev­at­ors.

 As sib­lings they were close. As lov­ers they were in­sep­ar­able.
